#like yes maybe it was my fault we had so much shit to pack in the first place

[who-the-fuck-is-sennalye]

god i just had the worst fucken dream. no one was helping me pack the car after our trip to the beach.

[supernovafics]

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, jealous!reader, a bit of angst, fluff

summary: in which you don’t expect to feel so bothered seeing steve talk to another girl, but you do 

author's note: this was unfinished for months and i finally felt inspired to actually finish it thank god. i'm trying to slowly get back into writing stuff for this series so enjoy this for now<333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Summer 1986

When you first heard about the party, you didn’t think too much about it because your Friday night plans were already settled. A simple movie night in your living room with Steve featuring some of the new arrivals that had just gotten to Family Video. However, you still nodded and said a quick, “Maybe I’ll check it out” to your college friend when she told you about her party and you got the address from her too out of niceness. 

It wasn’t until you half-mentioned the party to Robin as you picked through the new arrivals cart during the final hour of her and Steve’s shift that going actually became a possibility. 

“Wait, what? A party at a lake house sounds perfect. We have to go.”

Steve was quick to look up from the computer and shake his head at her words. “No way. We already have plans for the night, Robs.”

The eye roll he received in response was immediate. “You two can waste away on the couch any night you want. Tonight we should go to a party.”

You considered her words and nodded after a second. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Thank you,” She smiled at you before looking back at Steve. “And you need to remember that I’m only gonna be here for a few more weeks, so we need to do as much stupid shit as we can while I am still here.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her words. “Okay, you can’t keep using the college card like it’s an ‘I only have two weeks left to live’ card.”

“I second that,” Steve agreed. “Also, you keep making it seem like you’re going thousands of miles away. You’re only gonna be an hour away from here.”

“Yeah, well, still, things are changing,” She told you both. “And I wanna have fun before I leave.”

Fun ended up being an understatement. 

Barely an hour into the party she was drunk due to one too many cupfuls of whatever punch concoction had been thrown together and put in a big bowl in the kitchen. You and Steve shared one cup of the weirdly sweet drink and then decided to simply settle into the role of babysitting Robin. 

You both were currently lingering by a wall and watching as Robin danced with all of the other people crowded in the living room; you vaguely recognized the ABBA song playing. You made a mental note to tell her no if she came running over to you and Steve and proposed the idea of getting another drink. 

“This is your fault, you know,” Steve told you, leaning into your ear to be heard over the music. “If you didn’t mention the party to her earlier, you and I would be on the couch watching a movie and eating takeout from Third Street.” 

You gave him a sad look coupled with a pouty lip and he immediately felt bad, taking your look to heart. He quickly leaned in to apologetically kiss you. 

“Sorry,” He mumbled against your lips. 

You were smiling as he pulled away. “You’re too easy.”

He immediately rolled his eyes at you and playfully poked your side, which made you laugh. “And you’re very evil.”

“Sorry, I had to,” You said and initiated the quick kiss that time around. “Anyway, yes, I know this is my fault and I’d kill to have Third Street right now, but look how happy she is.” You gestured in the direction of where Robin was in the packed living room, dancing with all of the other people who you were convinced were at least half-drunk, but you now couldn’t see her. “Wait, shit, where did she go?” 

Steve looked around for a second too and then let out a sigh when he also couldn’t spot her. Maybe you two weren’t the best babysitters after all. 

“Okay, I’ll check upstairs and you look around down here,” You said to him. “Oh, and maybe grab some water too. She’ll probably need it sooner rather than later.” 

Steve gave you a quick nod. “Okay.” 

You checked every room upstairs and instead of finding Robin you accidentally interrupted one too many couples making out. After quickly peeking into the last room and mumbling out another “Oops, sorry,” you headed back down the stairs, hoping Steve had better luck than you. You noticed him in the kitchen, two water bottles in hand, and talking to someone who wasn’t Robin but you immediately recognized. 

Vanessa. A girl who was in one of your classes last semester and had gone on a handful of dates with Steve at the end of last year. 

It was hard to decipher what they were talking about right then, but Steve had a small smile on his face and so did she. 

You couldn’t recognize why— or maybe you just refused to admit it right then— but you felt the sudden urge to insert yourself into the conversation; sidle up next to Steve, grab his hand and wrap his arm around you, kiss his cheek or simply plant one on his mouth. Essentially mark your territory for everyone, especially Vanessa, to see. But, you were way too sober to actually consider doing any of that, so you instead looked away from him and went back to searching for Robin.

You found her moments later, sitting on the chair swing on the front porch of the house. 

“Hey, Robs, what are you doing out here?” You asked softly as you sat down next to her, trying not to move the swing too much but that proved to be a lot harder than you thought.

Robin didn’t seem to mind, though. Her eyes were closed as she shrugged at your question. “Just wanted some fresh air.”

“Makes sense,” You nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Her eyes stayed shut as she answered you. “Sleepy, but at the same time I kinda wanna get another drink and dance some more.” 

“I’ll allow the dancing, but I need to be a good babysitter right now and say no more drinking.” 

She gave you a quick nod. “The logical side of me knows you’re right.” 

Things got quiet for a second and in that moment of quiet you thought about Steve and Vanessa in the kitchen. It seemed as if all your brain wanted to do right then was play that moment on repeat. You could inwardly admit that the conversation had looked completely innocent and probably quite literally meant nothing, but for some reason, it still bothered you.

“A part of me wishes I got drunk with you,” You said to Robin with a sigh and leaned back into the chair. 

She smiled at that and looked at you. “You definitely still can.” 

Before you could answer, you heard the front door open and subsequently close, and then Steve’s voice filled the brief quiet. “Good. You found her.” 

He handed one of the water bottles he was holding over to you. “I grabbed one for you too.” 

He the. placed the other bottle in Robin’s lap and she gave him a small smile. “Thanks, dingus.”  

If the circumstances were different and your thoughts weren’t confused and scattered, you would’ve shifted over a bit and made room for Steve on the small chair swing, and a random conversation would’ve played out for the next few minutes before you or he suggested leaving. But things weren’t different, so you didn’t.

Steve didn’t think too much of it, though. Instead, he simply asked, “Should we head out?”

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes. “Yeah.” 

He looked at Robin. “We’re taking you to our place, right?”

“Yes, please,” She answered, smiling. “You guys are great babysitters.”

She shut her eyes again and Steve looked at you, giving you a smile and you were quick to force one back. It was then that you could tell that he knew something was up with you because of the look he gave you in response to your forced smile, but he didn’t get to ask you what was going on because Robin was abruptly standing up and asking which way the car was. 

It wasn’t until you all were finally in Steve’s car and driving away from the party— Robin fell asleep in the backseat almost immediately— that he finally asked.

“What’s wrong?” 

You let the question linger in the air for a bit— keeping your eyes focused out the window and letting your fingers mindlessly fiddle with the zipper of your jacket— before you answered him. 

“I don’t know…” You mumbled with a shrug and then you sighed and shook your head. “Actually, I do know, but it’s dumb. It’s stupid.” 

His right hand moved off of the steering wheel and found one of yours. “You can tell me.”

You knew he was right, but that didn’t make being a thousand percent honest feel any easier in this moment. 

“Vanessa was at the party,” You ultimately said, figuring that would be the easiest way to start the conversation.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, we talked for a second.”

“Yeah, I saw,” You said and wanted to end the conversation there, but you knew that you couldn’t. “It kinda annoyed me a bit.” 

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, taking a quick look at you.

“I don’t know…” You sighed again. “Just seeing you guys talking was a little annoying, I guess.”

Things got quiet for a second, and that managed to make you get even more inside your head. Maybe Steve thought you were insane or he was even mad at you for feeling this way. This was entirely unchartered territory between you two, so you weren’t entirely sure what his reaction would be. 

“Oh,” Steve said as if he was realizing something and then smiled a bit. “You were jealous.” 

You immediately rolled your eyes. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

You used your free hand to gesture to his face. “With that smile on your face.”

“I think it’s cute that you were jealous,” He told you, pulling your intertwined hands up to his lips so that he could kiss the back of yours.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not.”

“It really is,” Steve said and you decided not to protest him that time around, looking out the window again. 

“I love you, by the way,” He continued. “Just in case you forgot.” 

That managed to finally get a smile out of you.  

“I did forget, actually. Thank you for the reminder,” You joked and then turned to look at him. “I love you too.” 

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Guiding a half-awake Robin from the car to your and Steve’s apartment was a feat in itself, but it somehow worked out. You two helped Robin into your bed instead of letting her take the couch and then you set a glass of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand because you had a feeling she’d need it in the morning. 

You changed into your pajamas in Steve’s room, which simply consisted of a t-shirt that you had long ago stolen from Steve and a pair of shorts, and then both you and him settled into his bed. 

He had fallen asleep pretty quickly and you thought, or more so hoped, that you would find sleep easily too, but instead, you tossed and turned in bed because you couldn’t seem to shut off your mind. You weren’t entirely sure why you were still feeling a little sulky and weird about everything— Steve didn’t care and he wasn’t upset with you for feeling jealous— but there was something still nagging at the back of your head about the whole thing.

“I know what you’re thinking right now,” You heard Steve sleepily mumble after what felt like an hour of you trying but failing to force yourself to sleep but it was probably only twenty minutes. His arm circled around your waist and he pulled you back against him. “And you should stop it.” 

The fact that he could easily read your mind wasn’t surprising and it was probably the only thing that made you feel a little bit okay and made you want to at least attempt to verbalize the thoughts that had been running through your head. 

“I just hate being like this. It feels so— I don’t know…” You were then squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your face into the pillow as you admitted, “When I saw you and her talking I really wanted to just go up and kiss you in front of her, so that she knew that we’re together and you’re mine.”

“Mm, you should’ve done that,” He mumbled into your neck. “That would’ve been really hot.”  

You finally turned on your side to face him. “Shut up. I don’t know why I just admitted that, honestly. I told you this was stupid.” 

“Don't feel embarrassed about it,” He said, somehow managing to sum it all up perfectly; you were feeling embarrassed. “This happens to me all the time.” 

You laughed a little. “You don’t have to lie to try and make me feel better about how dumb I'm being.”

“I’m serious,” He told you. “Remember last Thursday when you came to Family Video during the last hour of mine and Robin’s shift?”

When you gave him a quick nod in response, he continued. “I was so annoyed watching you talk to that one guy.”

At first, you weren’t sure what guy he was talking about, but then it hit you. It had been the all too familiar situation where someone thought that you also worked at the store because you were the only one standing behind the counter since both Robin and Steve were stocking shelves. But even after you told this guy that you actually didn’t work there, he kept the conversation going and you laughed and smiled along for a bit to be nice before making up some excuse and retreating to the break room for the rest of Steve and Robin’s shift. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You didn’t seem annoyed at all, and we didn’t even talk about it.”

“Yeah, because for like two minutes I felt jealous, but then I remembered that I’m the one you’re with and nothing could change that— especially not some random blonde guy— so…” Steve trailed off with a shrug and smile.  

As if flicking a light switch, his words changed everything for you. Once again, he was right; there was nothing that could change what you two had. 

“And just so you know,” He continued, voice soft and quiet. “I always feel embarrassed and stupid about it after it happens too.”

You were smiling as you kissed him then, closing the small bit of distance between you two and finding his lips in the darkness that consumed his room. 

“I can’t believe you’re turning out to be the rational one out of the two of us,” You joked when you pulled back from the kiss and proceeded to bury your face into his neck and completely entangle your body with his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He whispered back and pressed the softest kiss to your shoulder before he started to pull away from you. You immediately pouted at him in protest but he continued, pulling the blanket off of both of you and getting out of bed. “It’s only midnight. Let’s do what we were actually supposed to do tonight.”

Hearing him say that made you follow suit and get out of bed too, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Movies and Third Street?”

Steve was nodding as he walked over to you, arms slipping around your waist and pulling you close to him. “Yup.”

“That’s a great idea,” You whispered, looking up at him. “But, no funny business on the couch, though. The walls are way too thin and we’ll never hear the end of it from Robin if she hears anything.”

“Okay,” Steve said, and then proceeded to kiss your forehead and then both of your cheeks and then your neck; all of which made you softly laugh. “Sorry, just needed to get those out of the way first.”

You gave him an understanding nod that you hoped looked as serious as you wanted it to be, but there was a wide smile on your face as you spoke. “Okay, yeah, makes sense.”

He gave you one final kiss, that time against your lips, and then he was pulling away from you and heading toward his shut door. Your arms circled around him from behind as you followed him out into the living room. 

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

[secretkittywolf]

Kiaz incorrect quotes

I may have gone a biiiiit overboard. Not my fault that they fit with so many!

Miguel: Do you take constructive criticism?Robby: I only take cash or credit

Miguel: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Robby: What?

Miguel: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that

Miguel, points to Robby: He called me the B-word! Robby: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’

Miguel: Is something burning? Robby, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you~

Miguel: Robby, the toaster is literally on fire

Robby: I’m in love with you Miguel: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork Robby: I know Miguel: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Miguel, to Robby: We had a date! Miguel: aggressively points to Hello Kitty Colouring Book

Miguel: Holding up a pack of pencils These are kinda cute Robby: Miguel, that’s gay Miguel: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Waiter: What would you like? Robby: Bring a milkshake with two straws Miguel: blushes Robby: puts both straws in his mouth Watch how fast I can drink this!!

Robby: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response Miguel: Wow. They sound stupid Robby: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense Miguel: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Robby: I guess you’re right. Hey Miguel, I love you Miguel: See! Just say that! Robby: Holy fucking shit Miguel: If that flies over their head then, sorry Robby, but they're too dumb for you Robby: Miguel...

Robby: This date is boring! Miguel: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store Robby: Then why did you invite me? Miguel: I didn't. I specifically said "Don't come with me" then you said "Fuck you Miguel I'll do whatever I want!"

Robby: I'm trash Miguel: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Robby: Robby: You smooth motherfucker Robby: And yes it does

Robby: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake Miguel: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear Robby: … Robby: You mean ring bearER, right? Miguel: … Robby: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding

Robby, trying to flirt with Miguel: I think both of our families suck

Miguel: I have feelings for you Robby: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Robby: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out? Miguel: …Have you never taken a shower before?

Robby: Goodnight to the love of my life, Miguel, and fuck the rest of y'all

Robby: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Miguel: AS ENEMIES?! Robby:

Miguel: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Robby: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus Miguel: Stop

Robby: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Miguel: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me

Robby: How much did you spend on this date? Miguel: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years

Robby, sweating: Miguel, there’s something I need to ask you- Miguel: Finally! You’re proposing! Robby: How’d you know? Miguel: Robby, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner Miguel: I even picked it up once

Miguel: Robby, I… Miguel: I love you! Robby: Not my problem

Robby: Are you ready to commit? Miguel: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Miguel, throwing their head into Robby's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Robby, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are

Robby: You look good in that hoodie Miguel: You know where else I'd look good? Robby, zero hesitation: My bed Miguel, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Robby: I feel like doing something stupid Miguel: I’m stupid, do me

Robby: Know why I called you in here? Miguel: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic Robby: Stops pouring two glasses of wine Accidentally?

Robby: I don't know how to tell you this, but… I love you Miguel: That's great, Robby. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years

Robby: Miguel and I are no longer friends. Miguel: ROBBY! THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Miguel: Did it hurt when you fell- Robby: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Miguel: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs Robby: … Miguel: You just laid there for 15 minutes

Robby: The stars are so beautiful… Miguel: They're just giant balls of gas Robby: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Miguel: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you Robby: blushes Oh…

Robby: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? Miguel: Peonies, why? Robby: Miguel: Were you going to get me flowers? Robby: Miguel: Robby: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Miguel: Fight me! Robby: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Robby: Fight me for the rest of our lives

Miguel: angrily presses Robby against a wall WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Robby: … Robby: Are we about to kiss-

Robby: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized- Miguel: steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely Robby: That one. I want that one

Robby: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Miguel: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy

At a speed dating event Miguel: Oh wow, people are really shallow Robby: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate? Miguel: Checks their pulse Sorry, not yet Robby: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again

Robby: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine Miguel: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again Robby: O-oh. Wait- Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns? Miguel: ...Is it working?

Miguel walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Robby, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK?! Robby, sipping coffee happily: I love you too~

Robby: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Miguel: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Miguel: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet? Robby: What? Like J F K W S Q X- Miguel: No, like, U R A Q T Robby: Awwww!

Miguel: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing Robby: Are you a software update? because not right now

Miguel: That was so hot, Robby Robby: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets Miguel: I'm so in love with you

Miguel: You have to apologize to them Robby Robby: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Miguel: Bro- Robby: No, no, hold up, rewind Robby: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Robby: Wow, they really hate us Miguel: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic Robby: But we’re not gay, Miguel Miguel: Robby: Miguel: We’re not?

Miguel: What are you in the mood for? Robby: World domination Miguel: That's a bit ambitious Robby: You are my world Miguel: Aww… Robby: Miguel: Robby: Miguel: OH!

Miguel: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning Robby: This is a lie Robby: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie Robby: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE! gestures to the burnt food WHAT IS THIS?!

Robby comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in the bedroom Miguel: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Robby: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a boyfriend Robby: Lies on the ground and falls asleep Miguel: …

Robby: Stop doing that Miguel: Stop doing what? Robby: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you!

Robby: Do you love me? Miguel: We’re literally married Robby: Yeah, but as friends or—

Miguel: Cause your pretty and your smart and your ignoring me so your obviously my type Robby, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying? Miguel: Perfect

Robby: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Miguel: blushes What are your thoughts? Robby: The fourth sentence- Miguel: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Robby: It’s “you’re” not “your”

Miguel: I owe you one Robby: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even

Miguel is crying after breaking up with Sam Robby: There there, Miguel Miguel, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room? Robby: Great question—

Robby: So you like cats? Miguel: Yeah Robby: tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table

Robby: Wow, Miguel, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you Miguel: We literally slept together yesterday! Robby: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands

Robby: Miguel, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Miguel, naked in Robby's bed: No, I absolutely do not Robby, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither

Miguel: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Robby: The dishes Miguel: Wh- Robby: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times

Robby: My hands are cold Miguel: Here, let me hold them Robby: My lips are cold too Miguel: covers Robby's mouth with his hand

Miguel: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us Robby: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both

Robby: I like your new pants! Miguel: Thanks, they were 50% off! Robby: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. winks Miguel: The store can’t just give away clothes for free Robby: That’s… not what I meant Miguel: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Robby

Miguel: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Robby: It was autocorrect Miguel: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me" Robby: Yes

Robby: Miguel and I are no longer dating Miguel: Robby, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married!

Miguel: Talk dirty to me~ Robby: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high Miguel: Wha- Robby: The economy is in shambles

Robby: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles Miguel: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Robby: Seize the dick

Miguel: We have a problem Robby: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them

Miguel: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl Robby: Okay Miguel: And make out during the scary parts Robby: Th- Robby: The scary parts Robby: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

Miguel: Are we fighting or flirting? Robby: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Miguel: Your point?

Robby: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Miguel: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train Robby: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Robby: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy Miguel: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep Robby: I said within reason, Miguel. How about I murder that guy? *points to Terry Silver* Miguel: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Robby: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Robby: Pros and cons of dating me Robby: Pros. You'll be the cute one Robby: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Robby: BE A BETTER PERSON! Miguel: WHY?! Robby: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

Miguel: Robby, you love me, right? Robby: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like

Robby: Can you cut me some slack, Miguel? I’m sort of in love Miguel: I’m sorry but that’s really not my problem Robby: I’m in love with you Miguel: blushes Oh. That brings me in the loop a little

Miguel: Robby is playing hard to get Miguel: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of

Robby: I want to kiss you Miguel, not paying attention: What? Robby: I said if you die, I wont miss you

Robby: Two brooooos! Miguel: Chillin' in a hot tub! Robby: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Miguel: Robby: Miguel: tearing up Robby: Babe, c'mon… Miguel: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING! Robby: Babe…

Robby: Sorry I’m late, I was... doing things Miguel: Hi, I’m ‘things’

Miguel: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt Robby: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit

Miguel: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you… Robby: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me and no take backs honey

Robby: Okay, but if your not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend? Miguel: Dude- Its satire! Robby: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Miguel: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this… Robby: pulls out card from deck Now, was this your card? Miguel: Holy shit-

Robby: Laughs Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— Miguel: We’re married

[tranquilpetrichor]

the formula for late nights

cast: gunwook (zb1) x gn biochem major!reader

wc: 722

genre: college!au

warnings: food, mentions of yn drinking sometimes to deal with stress, descriptions of food, academic pressure

a/n: eris try to make a story where yn isn't slightly unhinged challenge failed. also the two could be interpreted as having a crush on one another. now that my finals are over, hopefully i can post more

sitting on an armchair in your suite, you sigh with relief as you finish your chemistry homework. you place the little pencil back into the iPad and shut the case. the device goes back into your bag, where you hope you won't have to see it until tomorrow's class.

you're glad that you've finished your homework for the day because you're sure as hell that you cannot handle doing another problem (no more stoichiometry, please!).

your friend, park gunwook, steps into the common room of your suite and greets you. he's been over for a while, but he was busy helping someone else in the suite with math homework and hasn't bothered you since.

he'd wondered if anyone would even ask for his tutoring help, but you assured him that there would always be someone agonizing over math. hm, maybe you should try it one day (if only you had the time)..

he glances at your packed bag. "so, you're finally done suffering through chem?"

you groan, stretching your muscles. holy shit, you worked for about an hour without getting up?

"i guess. for now, at least."

he chuckles and walks over to your snack cabinets. "for now."

you're not even tall enough to reach some of the shelves on the upper cabinets without the usage of a step stool, yet he has the audacity to steal food from there sometimes.

seemingly changing his mind, he walks to the freezer instead, opening the door to peek inside. you don't bother to ask what he's looking for because you already know.

"i can say goodbye to my chocolate ice cream," you mutter.

he protests. "what? it's good. and it's not my fault we like the same flavor."

perks of having a friend with way too much of a similar taste in food, you suppose.

"i guess we could share? we do have a lot."

not even thirty seconds later, two small bowls, two spoons, and an ice cream scoop are out, the latter item present because you never want to try scooping out ice cream with a regular spoon again.

there also happens to be brownies in the fridge that another friend of yours named jiwoo brought over yesterday.

"take them," she had said, "i won't finish them all anyways."

of course you took them, because who are you to say no to offerings of food?

you find the container and give it to gunwook, who's sitting on the couch across from the tv. there's six brownies left, but you'll probably save some for later.

"oh, we forgot drinks." gunwook says. he stares at you as your lips curve into a knowing smile. "no, y/n, not the alcoholic kind. we are not asking our neighbors for soju today."

you pretend to be disappointed and laugh. "don't worry, you know i only allow myself to drink in the dorms during weekends. it's only thursday. and it's an every-other-week type of thing."

(is it from stress built up through the week? perhaps. did you choose the life of a biochem major willingly? yes, so maybe this is your fault.)

gunwook looks for some chocolate milk instead and rolls his eyes.

"not the best habit, but at least you're more responsible than some other people we know."

you shudder. having to be the parent of the group along with gunwook and help drunk friends home from frat parties is a terrible experience, but you digress. tonight is a time for staying in, occupying the couch, and sharing treats.

he calls out to you. "do you want to watch tv?"

without a second thought, you perk up and join him on the couch. he's already unfolded the blue blanket that sits there, and drapes it over both of you.

"what show?"

he's surfing through the various programs on his tv, and you seem to sink a little further into the couch.

"how about the last of us?"

you nod. "i haven't even started it yet."

(you're known in the friend group for saying "i'll watch [insert show]" and never doing it.)

he smiles and navigates over to hbo max on the screen with your remote. "i think a little brain break is well-deserved."

"couldn't agree more."

with that, you allow yourself and gunwook the luxury of another late night spent in good company with each other.

[director-yomi-hellsmile]

Love how Jimmy Mouthwashing gets guilt visions of every man on the Tulpar and even his Unborn Fucking Fetus but never once even thinks about Anya aside from the occassional "she's so incompetent and annoying i hate her ugh women" in the first half. There's literally a scene where he's having another real one again* and there's a bunch of his and Anya's employee cards on the walls and on each of them his own cards are covering her face. Anyway I actually did not interpret the scene with horse guy where "if that is true then why are you still so concerned with him" to be in any way more about the relationship between Jimmy + Curly but a testament of just how much he refuses to see Anya as a person. Also I like how the company horse is the only character getting voice acted to show how after everything Pony Express are the only ones who had/have/will have a voice in this story or something. Also I think the jimmy mind horse is Anya just in general. If I was allowed to talk any more about my best friend Anya Mouthwashing and her importance I'll start eating paint off the walls as always I am a professional Curly ignorer and revel in making everything in the second half about her instead cause someone has to do it. Anyway anybody grieving how gamers will see a game that has nuance and will start immediately assigning the most black and white explanations and reasons for why everything is happening this is how we got two separate camps of "Curly is innocent and nothing is ever his fault" and "Curly is irredeemably evil and everything that ever happened was his fault" that equally piss me off and make me feel superior for not subscribing to either. Yes gamebro baby "Jimmy is an asshole" is a major reason for why all that shit happened, now can you list all of the other reasons aside from him or even explain why you think he actually sucks because the amount of people that legitimately do not care about or even notice him having raped Anya is at least double digits at this point. "Mouthwashing is about how X" and then they list just one thing that isn't even all that accurate it's so sad how I'm the only person in the world who has correctly understood Mouthwashing the game. God bless Mouthwashing its like a found family annihilator. I watch it religiously before sleep every night like baby sensory videos it's the kinda twisted comfort media I got it's not scary just incredible. Might be because I looked away during all the scary scenes everytime but shut up. Finally some thing I like that's good and everyone else thinks it's good. Maybe they'll start making better horror after this one. Jimmy's my favourite character I want to drop him off into the wilderness to see how he would deal with it then watch him get slowly eaten alive by the pack of african wild dogs I released into his cave I hate him I want him obliterated

*I'll be honest I don't think these were all actual hallucinations but just like. his abysmal thought processes shown in a cool way. like i dunno man

[helenofsimblr]

Stella: Nigel went to walk out onto his balcony. I grabbed his arm and stopped him on an impulse.

Stella: I need you to understand that what I did was wrong, so very wrong. I committed a terrible wrong against you… but I begged you, I begged you to come with me! And you didn’t. You put work over our relationship.

Nigel: So it's my fault?! It's my fault you decided to behave like a slut?

Stella: Yes it is partly, Nigel! You care about law and business more than me. Had you come, maybe you’d have been the father of my baby instead.

Nigel: Bullshit!

Stella: You deserve a good woman in your life, but I warn you Nigel Oakmont, if you treat her like you have me, then history will repeat itself.  

****

Stella: Nigel had his fist balled up, and I thought he wanted to hit me. Instead he just pulled his arm free.

Nigel: Pack your shit and leave Stella. You’re right it’s over. 

Stella: Nigel…

Nigel: You heard me. Never mind though, at least you have your fancy man to fill the hole. As for your advice, you can keep it, I don’t take advice from cheating sluts who betray my trust. You and your little friend Maisie are finished at the firm as well, you can both clear your shit out.

Stella: Nigel, I’m sorry! Blame me yes, but Maisie had nothing to do with any of it! Don’t punish her!

Nigel: I don’t care! She’s on probation at the firm, so are you. You’re both gone as of now! I have no use for either one of you. Oh and the merger of the firms that your mom has been pushing for so much? She can kiss that the fuck goodbye too.

****

Stella: Nigel, I’m begging you don’t do this to Maisie she…

Nigel: You are not understanding me are you!? I loved you and I gave everything I had and you threw it all back in my face, you and your stupid little friend have made a complete laughing stock of me! 

Stella: Please Nigel…

Nigel: You and I… we could have had it all. We could have had a fucking law empire with offices accross all the Districts and you’ve fucked it up big time Stella. Now just get the fuck out of my house! Get out and don’t come back!

Stella: Fine… I’ll leave. But what you’re doing to Maisie is wrong. 

Nigel: Get out!!

[slaysksmska]

The river and the princess

Chapter four

part one

(Go to part one for all the other chapters)

word count: 2000

NYLA’S POV:

*Flashback to the fight*

I couldn’t stop hitting her. She deserved everything that she got and frankly, I couldn’t care less if she passed out or died right now. Her nails were digging into my arms, desperately trying to stop me. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry if she didn’t deny it. Who was she to tell me that I was wrong? I wasn’t, I never am. Everybody around us was filming and cheering.

What the fuck is wrong with them? They don’t know why I’m hitting her, they think that I’m doing it for fun. I’d never hit somebody without reason. Sick bitches. I heard someone yell for a teacher and one came, Ms. Piacere. Just great, she’ll hate me even more for this. She quickly pulled me off of Nina and grabbed her. Another teacher grabbed me as Nina lunged for me.

“Fucking psycho!” She yelled at me

That made me angry and I almost broke free from their arms for round 2. Now I could clearly see her injuries, and might I say, she had a lot of them. Her nose was like a river, spewing blood nonstop and she had a couple bruises and cuts all around. I wasn’t in the best shape ever, with a busted lip and more scrapes.

She really landed some damage. My friends tried to run up to me, but were stopped by more teachers. Seems like the whole school is here now. From the corner of my eye, I saw May and Zoe finally being let go by the crowd as they ran up to Nina. Oh shit. She passed out in Ms. Piacere’s arms. I wasn’t serious about wanting to kill her.

I was definitely in a lot of trouble, now. They dragged me and her down the white and blue hallways, all the way to the nurse’s office. She got to lay on the bed, while I was sitting in one of the uncomfortable, small chairs. 

The nurse came up to me and started inspecting my injuries. I’ve been here a few times before, but nothing serious like this. She took an alcohol swab and started disinfecting the wounds.

“Sorry.” She apologised, as she heard me wince from the sting of the disinfectant.

“It’s okay.” I told her, not wanting her to feel bad

She then continued, but it was clear that she was taking a softer and more gentle approach to it. I took a glance at Nina, and saw that she was still fast asleep and not moving. I wondered when she was waking up. 

“They're going to keep you here until she wakes up and both of your parents get here.” She said

I nodded, but secretly, there was a feeling of dread that sat low in my stomach. My parents were here? I was screwed. Could I get expelled? I’ve already been in so much trouble that the possibility isn’t unlikely. I’d be killed, if I did. Mrs. Brown quickly finished disinfecting my wounds and gave me an ice pack for one of the bruises on my face.

I sighed in relief at the cooling sensation, which slowly stopped the ache in my face. I probably look so ugly right now, with my face all black and blue, plus the way it’s puffed up right now. The phone rang and Mrs. Brown went to pick it up.

“Yes, she’ll be right there.” She told them.

She hung it up and came over to me, almost rushing.

“You’ll need to go now, your parents are at the office and they will start the meeting as soon as Nina wakes 

up.” She told me

I nodded once, and headed down to the office, head pounding from the sudden movement. I was already in enough pain, did I have to be punished more? I walked in and found our parents arguing over who started the fight. Everybody stopped talking and stared at me as I sat down. 

“We are all waiting for Nina and then the perpetrator will be punished accordingly. This was a very serious fight and will lead to suspension, once we find out the truth.” The principal told all of us.

I know the drill, I’ve already been in here for many reasons. I get into a lot of fights, that's why I was able to hit her so hard and know where to hit. It’s not my fault that people are irritating and start drama. I wondered what happened to Eshaan. Did he know that the fight was about him?

Honestly, he wasn’t worth all this trouble, I just did it because I’m not letting anyone mess with me or my feelings. Nobody gets to disrespect me like that. As I snapped out of my daze, I heard the parents arguing again and rolled my eyes in annoyance. Nobody even asked me if I was okay. Then the door opened, and there she was, Nina Smith.

*End of flashback*

As I sat in my chair, I felt a familiar feeling in my gut, something bad was gonna happen. The principal went through Friday's footage until she found the one she was looking for. She sped through the video until we all saw a figure walking up my locker. Suddenly, it all made sense as she turned the computer around so we could see. The footage showed the person, around Nina’s height, maybe a bit taller with their hood up, walking to my locker.

They looked around, probably to make sure nobody was coming and slipped the note through the crack. When they turned around and we could see their face, I felt dread. It wasn’t Nina, it was some girl with rabbit teeth, with extremely heat-damaged hair. What was her name again? Niyyah.

I could recall many times when Niyyah tried to hangout with us. It got annoying really fast, all she really talked about was boys and her crushes. I knew she was trying to befriend me since the beginning of the year but I never knew what she wanted. Now I couldn't help but stare in disbelief. I had beat up Nina, not Niyyah.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen as I watched the tape unfold before me. I beat up Nina, not Niyyah. The words seared into my mind as if it branded my brain. I looked over at Nina, her eyes watching the tape with glazed-over eyes. Her gaze stuck to the screen not once, not even to give me an “I told you so” look. I took in her wounds, the wounds meant for that bucked-toothed bitch.

I felt like I couldn't move, like a phantom held me down and pinned me to the chair. My chest tightened as I suddenly became all too aware of the people in the office. My parents eyes felt like they were glued to me, they studied every single aspect of my reaction from the rise and fall of my chest to the odd stillness of my hands. It seemed like I had no remorse, no regret for my actions. 

It was a fucking misunderstanding

That tumble-weed-haired Niyyah set us up. She intentionally copied Nina’s handwriting, hid her identity from prying eyes, and ensured I would react to it. What was her fucking deal? Why was I her enemy in this situation? Is it because I indirectly rejected her in class or some shit? Why would she frame Nina? Wasn’t she one of her closest friends? Nothing made any fucking sense.

Before I could tumble further down the rabbit hole of thoughts running through my head, I saw a pair of fingers snap in my face. I quickly recognized the chipped red nail polish as Mrs. Peterson’s odd-smelling coffee hands. I tried not to gag at the overbearing caffeine stench coming from her hands. She cleared her throat as if expecting me to explain myself. Did she think i knew it was Niyyah? “What the hell do you want me to say?” I snapped at her defensively which probably made me look more suspicious. “I want you to apologise to Nina for acting out like that” She said glaring at me through the frame of her wire glasses. I rolled my eyes at her wording, she was implying that I had known all along. “I didn't know, the only one who should be apologising is that-” I stopped myself glancing back at my parents before finishing my sentence “That girl, Niyyah,” I say covering up the ending of my original sentence which still earned me a slap on the back of my neck from my mother. She sighed clearly fed up with my nonsense “You still made her bloody and bruised, it may have been a misunderstanding-”

“A misunderstanding?! She framed Nina! What did you expect me to do?!” I shouted out loud. As soon as the words left my mouth I slumped back in my chair, slightly embarrassed Mrs. Peterson sighed. 

“This conversation is going nowhere” she mumbled to herself as she ran her finger over the rim of her white World’s Best Principal mug. 

The irony made me laugh into the fist hiding my laughter. “You are both dismissed for now, we’ll talk again tomorrow after the storm has settled,” she said, dropping her head into her hands in defeat as she gave me a final warning look that made me shudder. I quickly got up from the leather armchair she had us sit on for the duration of the meeting and practically leaped to the doorframe to escape from this living hell she called a meeting. My parents followed after me, yelling my name. I felt terrible. She was telling the truth and I accused her without listening to anything she said.

I ran as fast as I could to the car, running through the parking lot. I entered the car and sat down in the backseat, buckling in and taking out my airpods to listen to music. My parents quickly caught up with me and came in the car, yelling at me for my actions. The punishment was well deserved. I turned up the volume to tune them out, and stared ahead through the foggy window.  

I was used to the constant scolding I received from them, it was nothing new. They always expect too much of me. I'm not perfect and far from that. I turned the volume all the way up when I heard them start to argue with each other. For God's sake, this was my decision and I wasn’t influenced by anyone. Don’t bring my friends into this. It was also none of their fault. They always blame each other for what I do. Why can’t we just calm down? I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, as a temporary distraction from everything. It was all too much for me and I’m not thinking straight. I can’t afford to snap at anyone now.

[teriwrites]

Below (Rewrite): Part 5

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2012 Novel

Classic Nick move, being gone for so long that the group is Panicking, walks up mid-panic to ask what's going on

Oh shit, he's been slated for termination for missing too much work (reader, he was missing work because he had a Broken Ankle)

Classic case of his termination appointment overlapping with their escape plan

'After that was done, it'd be easier than eating pie to escape.' that's not the phrase teri lol

Are we sure Nick's secondary power isn't invisibility? Bc this kid seems to go missing a lot lol

omg Nick gets a lil POV moment, love that

He's hiding out in Mary's nursing station ofc, and just seems to have realized that being a fugitive within the Institute is, yk, Not Good

oooo Kristen's Mean Girl is coming out to defend Nick from being ratted out by Betty (superstrength girl)

"Hey, we'll be fine," Max told me. "We've planned and planned for a while. Nothing will go wrong, Kristen, so stop worrying about it." famous last words bro

Raevin packing black clothes into her bag to break into the Institute is giving like Kim Possible lol ~teenage hero~

She's Shocked that Trinity doesn't want to go back to the prison she literally just broke out of, like, a week ago

'I ended up playing more than one game of tic-tac-toe with Lea in the dirt at our feet. She won a couple games, but I won most of them because I could tell what her next move would be.' lol using your mind reading to cheat a game of tic-tac-toe against a 9-year-old isn't the flex you think it is, Kristen

"What's wrong?" I asked Lea. "Why aren't there guards or anything. We can't honestly be this lucky." "It's a Sunday," Lea whispered back. "The scientists don't have work on Sundays, and there are few guards. Most mutants don't know what day it is, but you're able to read the scientists' minds and figure it out. We're pretty lucky." (omg an actual explanation for the days of the week thing)

"It's oddly quiet," Ben commented. I had completely forgotten he was with us.' he literally just knocked out a guard like a paragraph ago???

New Mr. J description: SEVEN FEET TALL, PURE MUSCLE

"Hey, weird, I didn't know that they hired retired NFL players to work as guards around here." "If you're trying to be witty, it really isn't working," the man told me dryly. (lmao he's so done with their shit already)

(2012!Teri, unfortunately the word 'goon' has a new meaning in 2025. It's tragic, I know, but that sentence means something else now)

'[Raevin] was wearing a leather jacket.' the funny thing about this is that Raevin described what she was wearing on their trip to the Institute, and nowhere was there a leather jacket mentioned, so apparently she just spawns those whenever she needs to look badass

Why tf is Nick not teleporting y'all away rn???

Oooo here it is!! The Maze sequence again

Kristen and Raevin have a much less friendly meeting in this draft, though fair, considering Raevin was just on the side of the man who got them into this mess in the first place

Oh shit Max isn't here yet

Guys quit yelling while you're still at risk of being killed, maybe

'Just then, a scream broke out in the maze, and it wasn't some weird illusion. All of us stopped, and stared towards the exit of the maze. Abruptly, the scream ended, and we all knew what had just happened. Max was dead.' (noooooooooooooooooooooooo max!!!)

Who could have seen this coming??

(...)

(that's like the one thing i remembered about his character LMAO)

Classic scene of someone (Raevin) holding back someone panicking (Kristen) from running back to the character who's already 'died'

Classic case of someone grieving/panicking (Kristen) blaming someone not really at fault (Nick)

'It was Remus, the son of Bob. The son of the monster who had founded this place.' Ah yes, Remus, the son of Bob. Of course, someone we've heard so much about. This confrontation makes total sense.

Apparently Kristen knows him???

Literally who is this man??

Sorry, who is this *teen???

ig just a plant for a future antagonist, Raevin took him out pretty quickly lol

And back to our regularly scheduled 'running away from the Elmore, Alabama Crew'

'There was no way any of us could outrun three adults.' literally why aren't you teleporting?? wasn't your whole plan to teleport from the start anyways???

They're outside!! They made it!! Except Mr. J's still, like, right there

"If we're able to run along the side of the road, a car could pass by, and then Mr. J would have to be a lot more careful with us," Raevin told me, panting as we continued to run across a ton of grass. I nodded, and we all swerved towards the road. However, Mr. J had a car, and it took no time at all for him to catch up with us. He looked at us, smirking, and said, "Hey, strangers, do you need a lift to the next town." (the image of the car just slowly pulling into their periphery's kinda funny ngl)

'He poured on the breaks, and we laughed as a police chase started down an empty road in the middle of nowhere.' (the gas, teri, he stepped on the gas)

Okay cut back to Nicole

Yaaaay demonic stuff! By which I mean omg this again

Ending Thoughts:

They made it! Well... most of them. R.I.P. Max, you were kind of annoying but in a mostly forgivable, teenage way. Actually though, I feel like things really picked up during this section! Or maybe they didn't and they've always been this wild, ngl I'm a little sick atm so my thoughts are a lil muddled lol It's a little funny how I really don't have much of a visual imagination, yet I can tell you so strongly that, despite their many similarities, the maze scene in draft 1 is Very Different from the maze scene in draft 2. I think trying to find a way to put those mental stages onto the page is something I still struggle with sometimes. But it's nice that I'm picturing something different here, because either that means the image is so solidly implanted in my brain that rereading this pulled it up from whatever recess of my mind it'd gotten lost in, or else reading this 'fresh' still does bring a different scene to mind. Anyways, I need to go eat something and stop looking at screens.

[pleasantspark]

Orion was excited she was packing her bags. “Okay, where is it, do I get everything situated?” Orion asked herself as she saw all her bags in order. She had various items. From the daily change of clothes to a change of scarf. She sighs and throws it off.

“I think I got my shit in order.” With that, she headed off, and she noticed that opening her door, Cell stood he seemed unsure. Orion lowered her bag. 

“Cell, what’s going on?” Orion asked. 

“I need to talk to you.” Cell said Orion, concerned, allowed him in.

“Come in.” Orion closed the door after him, and he sat on her bed. She looks mildly concerned. 

“Look, about yesterday. I… Fucked up.” Cell rubbed his face in embarrassment.

“Oh, you mean… Ah…” Orion hums.

“I should have taken your advice especially since you ended up drunk with my influence and…” Cell said. 

“Look, Cell, I don’t fault you, I should have let you guys have fun. It’s not all about being serious. Who knows? Maybe… We won’t actually sway King Yemma.” Orion sighs. 

“...” Cell felt unsure, and looked down. 

“I… Look, Orion. You’re going to do good, you’re gonna end up helping us. I… Hell, you helped me a lot more than anyone else.” Cell said, “Just by you doing this whole operation… You’re pouring work and effort into it. More than anything I can dream of happening. I really give it to you for wanting to help us.” 

Cell blushed and looked down, and looked back up. “Trust me.”

“Cell, I appreciate it.” Orion nodded, and she looked towards him, “I will see you after the meeting.” She said. 

“Of course, tell me everything.” Cell nods, and Orion walks out with the suitcase, and she arrives at Fu’s lab. 

“Fu~!” Orion calls. Fu, sighs annoyed and removes his glasses. He occasionally wore them for important projects. 

“What is it?” Fu asked, annoyed. 

“I was wondering, if you would like to come with me to the Otherworld? I plan on going to a meeting with King Yemma, and… The exterminators and I need you present.” Orion smiled. Fu’s face paled. And looked down. 

“I don’t think that's a good idea…” Fu said.

“Why not? I really need your support and-” Orion began.

“Why can’t you just ask Cell? He supports you more than me.” Fu explained. 

“No! I need you, I consider you my friend, now let's get going.” Orion pulled Fu and he dropped a vial and he grunted. 

“I must implore you, Orion. I can’t do this, and-” 

“Orion! Zere you are! I was looking for you! Oh! Is Fu coming along?” Said the voice of Goz, Orion nodded. 

“Of course, he’s coming along with me.” Orion proudly said.

“Wunderbar! We’re currently expecting a portal to arrive…” Goz began. The portal then appeared, “Now!” 

With that, Goz immediately shoved both Orion and Fu into the portal as they fell in. Orion yelped, and Fu struggled to get up with one arm. And Orion pulled him up. “Oh! We’re… Back at King Yemma’s office?” Orion questioned.

“Orion, I really think we shouldn’t be here-”

“Fu! Come on this is my only chance to plead Redemption! Come on!” Orion pulled on Fu’s arm, being dragged away. Orion marveled at the room, having been in this room once and it was for unfair judgement. She stopped when a short female with black hair, black eyes, and red skin stopped her. She seemed to be giddy. 

“Hi! Are you Orion?” She asked. Orion tilted her head. 

“Yeah, what-” Orion began. The girl squeals.

“Hi! My name is Evelyn but people call me Liliac! I’ve heard so much about you! You have no idea!” Liliac smiled, and she shook Orion’s hand furiously. She groaned, and shook her head. 

“Nice to meet you Liliac, I am Orion, yes, and this is Fu-” Orion starts.

“Oh! Hello there! Welcome to the Otherworld! We are so glad to have you here, even if it’s for a day! We just love visitors. We don’t really get much from HFIL.” Liliac walked around and started talking to Orion, who just nodded. 

“Papa! They’re here!” Lilac called, then the noise of King Yemma rose. She gasps.

“He’s your father?!” Orion asked. 

“Mhm! My Mama isn’t around much! So he’s training me! I’m Princess Evelyn “Lilac” at your service!” Lilac bows. Orion was shocked. 

“Ah, nice…” Orion said, King Yemma smiled.

“Orion, nice to see you again, come. Come. Azzy and Razzamoth are due to arrive soon.” King Yemma said. 

“Right…” Orion said. Following King Yemma, Orion felt Fu’s arm around hers. 

“Orion, I implore you, I don’t think this is a good idea, ple-” Fu starts.

“Please, Fu. I know you’re nervous but trust me.” Orion brushes him off. Fu felt distressed but tried to pretend he was okay for the sake of Orion. 

“It’s been a long few months since I saw you. How’s HFIL been?” King Yemma asked. 

“...Well, I’d say it’s… lovely.” Orion said, King Yemma hums and the four walk past Azzy and Razzamoth who were gobsmacked. Razzamoth upon seeing Fu and Orion was preparing to kill them. But Azzy held him back.

“Sir, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Azzy said. 

“Why’s that?” Razzamoth asked.

“The probability of the residents and beings watching the Otherworld and by extension Heaven will not look well, we don’t want King Yemma to look bad.” Azzy said. 

Razzamoth groaned and placed his sword away. “Just when I think I was going to kick some ass tonight, I get talked out of it by you, huh?” 

“I am just looking out for you, Sir. Remember the deal we made for that kai? We need to keep following King Yemma’s orders, and he’ll be willing to continue giving us favors.” Azzy said, Razzamoth rolled his eyes. 

“That Kai is too obsessed with the Demon Realm, he has no choice but to, if he’s willing to work along with us and provide us important things relating to the Gods, then we can convince King Yemma not to send him to HFIL for all he’s done.” Razzamoth took a sip of his drink. 

“I see, but I implore you, sir, to try and act civilly around King Yemma and the others.” Azzy said.

“Just for one night.” Razzamoth leans into Azzy and places one finger up, “I’ll act civil just for one night.”

Azzy sighs. “Yeah, just for one night.”

Just then, King Yemma appears. 

“I do hope you boys are going to behave tonight.” King Yemma said. Both Azzy and Razzamoth jump.

“Holy fuck, King Yemma…” Razzamoth said. “You scared me a little.” 

“I just want to know that whatever this Kai plans for you, you better be on your best behavior. There's a council from Heaven planning to spectate this, and I don’t need you both to make me and by extension the Otherworld look bad.” King Yemma said. Razzamoth nodded, and rubbed his head.

“Yeah, Yeah. I got it. No need, just leave it to me and Azzy!” Razzamoth said. King Yemma glared at them down and shrugged. 

“If you say so. Just behave.” King Yemma returned back to where he was. Azzy glances at Razzamoth trying to gauge his reaction. Razzamoth just simply went back to drinking from his cup. 

Orion found herself in the Hotel, and she couldn’t stop talking to Fu about how wonderful the Otherworld is. 

“Fu, Lilac told me everything about Heaven, and she took me there to see it! It’s so marvelous and beautiful and so perfect! Cell would love it up there!” Orion smiled. 

“I see, Yeah, he probably would enjoy something perfect.” Fu said, a little detached from the situation. 

“And, we had plans like huge plans to go and see more things. I was wondering if you’d like to come and tour the Otherworlds exhibit with me and Lilac?” Orion asked, Fu sighs.

“Look, Orion there’s something we need to talk about-” Fu began, but held his tongue not wanting to ruin Orion’s day out.

“What do you need to talk about, Fu?” Orion asked. 

Fu bit his lip. “Nothing. There’s nothing, just that I feel sick and can’t come right now…” Fu said. Orion frowns.

“Oh, well, I’ll see you after the tour then!” Orion left the room, leaving Fu to place his hand on his leg in nervousness. He’s been trying to find a way to tell Orion of his feelings and emotions but chickened out. He had a dark secret only he knew, and well… Cell knew too, but Cell had promised to not tell anyone. As Fu was thinking he heard the door being knocked on and his eyes darted to it.

“Orion, you can come in, you know? You don’t have to knoc-” Fu began.

“Oh, trust me, we’re not Orion, and we’re never going to be.”

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[gothtopus108]

okay i need to rant about this stupid guy because i cant stop thinking about all of this shit

so, my boyfriend has this friend right and we have a LOT of common intrests, so we started talking about music we like ect ect, i didnt like him for a long time bc he made me anxious but i warmed up to him, eventually we got really close (at least i thought we were close) and now i've always had the problem of being way closer with people than they are with me, but I knew he pretty much had ducky, their other best friend, and pretty much no one else.

when we were talking it was a REALLY bad time in my life. Maybe one of the top worst, and I've had a lot of really shitty time. I'm bipolar, and i was balls-deep in a horrible mixed episode, i also was heavily restricting food and taking more ritalin than i am supposed to, so basically, i was in an insane hazy oblivion and basically just entierly zoned out but also really intense from the ritalin and mania. I was in the process of moving and trying to pack up all of my shit too and my parents were CONSTANTLY fighting also so badly it would wake me up from sleep when they got into it.

So we would talk for hours, texting until like 3am, mostly about will wood/other music artists we share obsessions with, but also a lot about life and our respective shitty mental health. Now, I was also convinced I was going to lose ducky, and i was going through yet another horrific mania-induced gender identity crisis. So, although he NEVER said anything about it, in retrospect I was defintly not being a normal human person in the way i was interacting with him. Its hard enough for me to interact normally, but throw in that shit-storm and I know i was being way too much for anyone to handle, let alone someone i only just started talking too

eventually, me and ducky did break up (thanks bpd)(we also got back together a few weeks later obvi) and I think the main thing i did was ranting to him, basically dumping my entiere thoughts while activly splitting on ducky. I think this was probally the final straw. The day ducky told him we broke up, he told me us talking "doesn't feel right" and he has not responed to a single text since then.

i asked him why, and nothing. it hurt almost as bad as breaking up with ducky, because at least with ducky we had talked about if for literal days before deciding to break up and we also kept talking as friends. I didnt text him for like two weeks and when I was in a much much better place mentally i reached out saying basically "hey im sorry for how i acted, i promise thats not how i normally am, you just need to be more firm with me on boundaries. also if you hate me please say that instead of just ghosting me" but nothing.

now heres the part thats fucking me up the most. I fucking TOLD him so many times how hard being ignored fucks me up. I told him that being ignored literally makes me suicicdal. I told him how i'd so much rather someone scream and yell at me, call me horrible names, even physically fucking hurt me than ignore me, yet he STILL refuses to even acknowledge me. He KNEW how i have absolutely NO friends but ducky, he KNEW i was in the worst time of my life, he KNEW all of my trauma around friendships ending, he KNEW ALL OF IT, but he still fucking ignores me. I hate it. I cant fucking stand it.

I JUST want to be his friend again so bad. I loved him he was so fun and we had so many common interests especially in things that ducky doesnt want to talk about as much with me. i just want him to tell me what i did wrong. I want him to be angry i want to hear everything i did wrong i want him to TELL me i cant stand him ignoring me it makes my skin crawl. Now ducky told me he blocked me which makes it even worse. I feel entierly out of control.

and the worst part is, ducky just says 'yeah he didn't handle it right, but your response to what he did is not his fault' when i tell him how hes making me actively suicidal. Like,, yes,, that is true,, but when i've told him how triggering it is, when i've told him about the time i attempted after someone stoped talking to me, when i text him begging him to text me back and he still wont, at what point does at least SOME blame fall on him? like if i had never told him any of that stuff and he was just oblivious to how triggering it is that would be one thing but NO, i fucking TOLD him SO many times.

im so upset and hurt and confused and angry and evberything feels so bad and i just know hes talking shit about me to ducky i know he is he thinks im a bad person and hes trying to convince ducky i am a bad person . i hat ehim somuch im so hurt and upset and i want to hurt myself i cant belive i even tried to be his friend i can ttak ethis

[first-edition]

Standing Tall

Spencer reid x reader drabble

Summary- you and Penelope plan a prank on Morgan to sneak in a viagra to his morning pastry but when Spencer eats it on accident he has a little problem to fix.

Cw- fluff but no smut (let me know if you want a smuty part 2), drugs, erection, embarrassment

You

I sit at my desk watching Morgan from affar as he places his doughnut on the counter Penelope comes up to me hiding along with me “okay okay go go!” She says I get up and walk into the kitchen putting the pill under the doughnut shoving it in. And the hurriedly run out back to my spot.

We giggle and laugh “what are you gobbling about?” Emily asks us “shh!” Garcia pulls her down “damn!” Emily exclaims “shhh!” She shushes her again “we put a viagra in his doughnut.” I say “oh shit no way!?” She whisper hiding with us. “Wait won’t he notice the pill crunch?”

“No it’s his favorite crunch doughnut the sprinkles are extra large it’ll just feel like a sprinkle.” Penelope says “damn you guys planned this huh?” She says “yep!” We reply.

We all quietly giggle “shh he’s going back in!” We say watching him do back into the kitchen room. “Aaannnd-what?” Penelope asks in shock “where’s the doughnut?” Emily asks “I put it in, it was right on the counter.” “What was on the counter?” Spencer asks standing behind us I sigh “we put a….” Penelope trails off as we see he’s eating the doughnut “shit…” Emily curses.

“Put a doughnut out for Morgan you know it’s his favorite!” I say getting up “oh yeah he gave it to me I wanted to try it so he gave me his he had an extra in the fridge.” He says smiling “heh yeah….” I say “case!” Hotch says Spencer walks off finishing the doughnut. “You just gave your boyfriend a viagra” emily says I hit her arm.

We all sit at the round table as I notice Spencer continues to shift uncontrollably I purposely drop my pen and bend down to pick it up I look over seeing the growing tent in his pants. I gasp and try to stand only hitting my head on underside of the table.

“ah fuck!” I exclaim and sit up rubbing my head “you okay y/n?” Morgan asks “yeah.” I say clearing my throat “wheels up in 4 hours go home and pack.” Hotch says Spencer is the first to get out of his seat, grab his bag and rush out.

I catch the elevator before the doors close we stand in the elevator in silence “y-you okay?” He says “yeah I’ll be fine.” I say holding my head “you? You left really fast everything okay?” I ask knowing damn well what’s happening. “Yeah I’m fine.” He says moving his satchule more in front on him.

————

I open the doors to put apartment and he drop his satchule and runs to the bathroom I hear the shower turn on. “S-Spence you okay?” I call? “I’m fine!” He says kindly harshly.

I pack my things in my room as I hear Spencer’s fair yells from the bathroom yelling at him self to go back down I sigh feeling really bad now.

I walk over to the bathroom “spence.” I say knocking on the door “you’ve been in there for an hour are you okay?” I ask “ugh fuck!! No I’m not okay I got fucking hard and it won’t go down and I don’t know why!! I don’t know maybe when you bent over I liked it too much fuck!!!!” He yells I giggle and open the door we wipes the foggy glass off to show his wet haird face from the shower.

“No it’s my fault.” I say “what. Don’t be stupid love no it’s not” He says “yes it is…Penelope wanted to prank Morgan so we put viagra in the doughnut you didn’t notice it because of the sprinkles.” I say “you what?” He says “I’m sorry it really wasn’t meant for you.” I say he moves the glass door open to see me better.

“Y/n….this hasn’t gone down in an hour with four cold showers one jerk off attempt and we have to be on a flight in 3 hours!” He says “more cold showers?” I say he sighs pushing his hair back “I’m sorry…Spence please…is there anything I can like do, or something to get you?” I say he looks at me up and down as his expression changes.

“Strip for me.”

(let me know if you want a part 2)

PART 2 HERE- https://jelsasnowflakes1.tumblr.com/post/679112820197113856/standing-tall-pt-2

[buttersmama]

TIME APART

Choi yeonjun x m!reader

Summary: m/n and yeonjun have an argument, they make up by talking and kissing.

Tw: mentions of abusive parents, yj raises his voice (like once?), Making out.

Wc: 5.4k+ (this shit is longg 🗿)

NOT PROOFREAD!

Also this was a request! Sorry anon but i made changes for some parts!!

"This is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard! are you even thinking or are you just spewing nonsense to my face?"

"You know what I'll leave. This is going nowhere." M/n said ending the argument right on the spot. This wasn't new to him, over the past few days they've been like...this! And m/n didn't even know where to begin.

At the start of their relationship yeonjun was never like this! now all he does is come home after his shoot, eat and argue with m/n for petty reasons and then he would storm off leaving m/n to think it was his fault.

But now when m/n recalled the past events that took place after taehyun's party. It all seemed clear now, this wasn't new, yeonjun had already started to avoid m/n. He had started being more secretive, hanging out less and less with each day that passed.

With this information at hand, m/n wanted to confront yeonjun. Ask him why he was being so fucking difficult. Yeonjun was in the living room on his phone, talking to someone. Wanting to give him privacy, m/n waited till he was done and stormed into the room.

"What is it?" Yeonjun asked quickly as he saw m/n.

"I think we need to talk, yes?"

"No we don't, you said all you had to just a while ago."

"Look there's clearly something wrong. I've noticed after tyun's party you have been ignoring me? I hope there is a plausible reason for that?"

"Do you seriously not know what you did?!" Yeonjun said, suddenly raising his voice. He came dangerously close to m/n, due to the sudden behavioral change, m/n's heart raced in fear.

Throughout their four years of relationship he had never raised his voice. His eyes swelled up looking at yeonjun in petrified. With a hand on his chest m/n tried to calm himself.

Even after seeing m/n in this state yeonjun didn't stop he kept on going with his words and actions he had truly lost m/n as he couldn't take it anymore he ran away.

He locked himself in his room and made his mind to move out, maybe this would be the best option. They both needed some space especially away from each other.

M/m wasted no time in packing his luggage and calling up a friend to stay over for the night. Luckily, Felix was a sweetheart and agreed. By the time m/n went out of the room, he saw yeonjun had already left the apartment.

Despite it being so late at night, felix came to pick up m/n. The ride was unusually long and silent. Felix never tried to pry much apart from what m/n told him and after all m/n didn't want to talk about their arguments in front of lix.

Though felix did try to maintain a conversation, he only received one word answers. He didn't expect anything else judging from the way m/n talked to him over the phone.

Once they reached, felix helped with the luggage and got the guest room ready for m/n. M/n falls asleep right as he lays on the bed. The tiredness and the events that happened throughout the day had drained him.

The next morning came by and when yeonjun came back home, expecting his boyfriend to be right there so maybe just maybe he could apologize for his actions, he found the home deserted. Too cold even.

Where was m/n? Why didn't he tell he was going somewhere? Yeonjun immediately called m/n. He couldn't reach m/n though. Then he realised m/n could have blocked him. With a deep sigh yeonjun sat down defeated.

To put it simply, the next week without m/n went worse and worse for jun. Words couldn't express how much he missed the latter. He had tried contacting several people to just to get in touch with m/n.

He didn't think the argument would stretch out this much, he didn't even think that m/n would ever leave him. Yeonjun sighed in defeat. Suddenly his phone went of with a notif.

'yeonjun you are expected to be at the. Hybe quaters in half an hour'

'something urgent came up. This is regarding your future collaborations with bubbery'

The manager had messaged him. Soon enough as instructed yeonjun got ready to move out. Taking his car keys and locking the door behind him.

Yeonjun started the car and headed to the hybe company, he stopped at the red signal waiting for it to turn green. While waiting though he heard m/n, his laugh precisely. The blond immediately parked the car temporarily and followed the source.

Just as he turned around the corner, he could see him.

M/n.

Laughing and smiling there without him. At that moment yeonjun sprung forward and took m/n by his arm pulling him away from the stranger, m/n on the other hand tried to pull away but he couldn't put up a fight against his junnie.

"Yeonjun what is going on! Stop?! Yah! you hear me!?" M/n irritated but yeonjun only stopped once they were near his car. Opening the passenger side, yeonjun made m/n sit.

When he was in the car too, he looked the latter. Hands folded with an angry face.

"Listen i know i shouldn't have done that but what was i supposed to do? You weren't answering my calls, there was absolutely no way I could have reached you!" Yeonjun started.

"a-and do you know how terrible these past few weeks have been without you? M/n i beg you please come home, I'll be better i promise!" Yeonjun stated with complete desperation.

M/n still remained silent though. In worry yeonjun continued again-

"i-im really sorry m/n, please.. the reason I was so closed of and rude was that i was being fucking jealous. At the party seeing you all dolled up and pretty i don't know what came over me, and now that i think about it, it was all so stupid! If i could go back in time I would definitely but for now can you forgive me?"

Yeonjun completed, eyes laced with fear of being rejected and of guilt. M/n looked at him. His eyes softened, he couldn't see his poor junnie in such a state.

M/n wiped the stray tears away from yeonjun's puffy eyesand held him close. "I'm sorry too, i shouldn't have left without any explanation. It's just that i have had abusive parents you know? Especially my father... So seeing you get all mad scared me to death and thus i left in a hurry."

At that yeonjun shook his head.

"You don't have to apologise it was me who was at fault." Yeonjun said.

M/n smiled taking the blond in another hug.

"Thank you for everything, my love"

"m/n, can i- can i kiss you!" Yeonjun asked in a hurry making both of them flush in embarrassment.

"What? Are you embarrassed? You are so cute juni" m/n teased, before yeonjun could reply, m/n placed his lips against yeonjun's.

Kissing yeonjun was soft. His lips fall open at brush of m/n's tounge. Welcomeing him, making him feel just right.

Kissing yeonjun was hot. The little noises he makes when m/n sucks on his bottom lip as he pulls on his hair.

Just when m/n pulled apart, he hears a whine and then is immediately pulled back in to the kiss. M/n hopes nothing ever comes in between them.

From a scale of 1 to 69 how bad did i shit?

[real-jane]

my city, my partner

[bucky barnes x shield!reader]

summary: you’ve been in love with scotland since you visited in high school, and in love with your partner for three years. when life becomes too much, bucky conspires to get you back to edinburgh.

words: 3.4k

warnings: none. mutual idiots pining, no use of y/n.

a/n: edinburgh is *my* favorite place in the whole world. thanks to @thornsnvultures for the prompt idea! her original suggestion was: Maybe a good ol fashioned "only one bed" trope? Ooh, or, Bucky surprises you with a weekend getaway to your dream destination cause he knows how hard you've been working and wants to treat you to something nice 🥺

—

The corner of your phone makes contact with the linoleum tile and the screen shatters into a web-like pattern, which would be almost impressive if you weren’t trying to get ahold of your partner. Your smart watch taunts you from your wrist–drained of charge, and useless. God, nothing about this day could get worse. Not after ripping a hole in the thigh of your jeans before nine a.m, right after smacking yourself in the nose with a cabinet door, after the hot water in your unit went out mid-shower, after getting your feet twisted in your sheets and falling out of bed, following a night full of dreams which had you wondering if you were losing it.

Oh, certainly one of the worst days you’ve ever had.

For many reasons, not the least of which was standing in the rain, with a broken phone and soaked shoes, waiting for a cab. You have an old phone in your desk at home, to tide you over until you can get to the compound for a ‘full optimization’ of your device (aka begging Darlene in spec tech to believe you broke this one by accident). Your shoes will have to be tossed.

An hour later, you trudge into your modest apartment, soaked to the bone, and scream–

“Buck–WHAT THE HELL?” You jump back, knocking your hip into the doorknob, as your partner of two years flicks on the light in your living room. He chuckles, but he stands with a pitying look on his face.

“Sorry!” he winces. You thrust your wet coat into his hands in retaliation, and scoff.

“I hate when you do that!” 

“Your phone is dead.” He gingerly throws your coat over the hook on the back of the door. “We gotta go. Wheels up in an hour–”

“Shit… I’ve had the worst day, and you’re gonna drag me on assignment before I can even sit down.” 

He rubs your arm. “No rest on your day off, huh?”

“No. My fucking phone is broken. I was trying to call you, so it’s your fault.”

“Oh, one hundred percent. Everything I do in life is for the sole purpose of inconveniencing you. Shall I pack your bag, or–” Bucky is in your bedroom before you can stop him, drawers thrown open– “This is gonna be a long one. Probably need all this, doll. Ooh–I knew you were a lace girl–”

“Hands off the knickers, Sergeant Inconvenience.” You slam your underwear drawer shut and shove yourself between him and the dresser. He does not move to accommodate you, which means you’re bracketed against a wall of muscle. He’s trimmed down since he started his work with Ops, but he’s still just as imposing. The grin? Not so much. 

“Pick up the pace, we gotta get rolling!” Bucky insists, hands on his hips.

“Where are we going?”

“Can’t tell ya. Forecast says rain, so–”

“Wear the good boots. I know. I will never escape the fucking rain,” you sigh. You thump him on the shoulder. “You have horrible timing. I had a date with a glass of wine. I’m so exhausted! My pants are ripped–don’t you fuckin’ look!” You shove him squarely and he pretends to be moved, even as his eyes flicker downward like he’s searching for the rip in question. He sits at the end of your bed. 

“You’re violent today.”

“I’m gonna stab you.”

“Proving my point,” he smirks. “‘M sorry, doll. It’s a big job, or I’d be happy to let you wallow in a cheap cabernet.” 

“You owe me.”

“At least your day ends with me?” he asks, with the innocent smile which got you very, very much into trouble on the night you met, some three years prior. 

If he remembers that night, he has never let on, and you’re grateful he has moved past it. You, however, have been gone for him ever since. It didn’t help when you were officially assigned into partnership when he stepped away from Avengers missions, because now you see him every day. Sometimes those feelings bubble up again like they’ve been simmering on the backburner, and one smile makes the pot boil over. On the days you’re most lucky, he’s your partner. The person you work best with (no matter how much you bicker), the one you’d take a bullet for, the one who’s always on your comm frequency… Who you happen to remember pressing you to the door of the single-stall bathroom in a dive bar, before he ever knew you work for SHIELD, fucking you better with his pants on than any man ever had in the nude. 

Sitting on your bed, rushing you to prepare for a mission, the line blurs. 

Your day often ends with him. Whether or not he’s there. Heaven forbid he ever find out about your pathetic obsession, or the way your fingers travel over your soft skin in the unsatisfying facsimile of his, thinking about how he might hold you again. 

You shake your head. “What’s the job?”

“Deep cover. Surveillance, extraction if necessary.”

“What’s our story?”

“Tourists. I have more money than one man should reasonably have, and you–”

“I like that about you, I get it. Are we married?”

“Would you like to be?”

You toss a sweatshirt at his head and turn away so he doesn’t detect the cold sweat on your face. “It’s always more believable, and I’m not playing the ‘we met on the airplane’ scenario again—I think you scarred the concierge for life!”

“What—that’s the most fun cover! I could tell that story a hundred times.”

“Nat would murder you if she knew you tell her business on assignment.”

“Well, I haven’t checked into the Mile High Club with you, so—“

“How did she ever date you?”

“Wasn’t like that. We blew off some steam until she realized she wanted a blond.” Natasha’s relationship with Steve is a trophy Bucky carries. He has no hard feelings about it. He loves them both so much that the partnership feels like his greatest achievement.

“Do I have time to shower?” you sigh.

“If you do it at light speed. You shower, I’ll pack for you. Promise I’ll take it seriously.”

“Fine. My bag is under the bed. Don’t linger in my intimates, you perv.”

–

You’re usually happy to take his bike but the rain is still relentless, so it’s a soggy ride. By the time you embark the walkway of the quinjet, you’re pissed off, so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open, and annoyed with your unfairly sexy companion–who is far too chipper for his own good. He pushes you into the copilot seat and then does his pre-flight check alone, though it would take half as long if you helped. In the console between the seats, there are two cups… both of them still hot. Both of them have your name written on the side in marker.

“Bucky?” you call.

“Didn’t know if you’d want caffeine this late!” he replies from the bottom of the ladder into the belly of the hold.

Your heart squeezes. The ‘thank you’ is lost in your throat as you cradle the hot cocoa in your hands, thinking better of the coffee–which, sure enough, has all the markings of your usual ‘high maintenance’ (Bucky’s words) coffee order. By the time he finishes up and takes his seat beside you, your anger has melted. He smirks at your posture, with your feet pulled up under you in your good boots, and your sleeves tugged over your knuckles, with your cocoa against your chest.

He points at the untouched coffee with an eyebrow raised. You nod. “Thanks, doll.” He takes a grateful sip and closes his eyes reverently. “Shit. Now I see why you drink that every day.”

“I have good taste,” you say. 

His smile in agreement is so warm that you feel it in your toes. “It’s hotel coffee for us, for a while.”

“Wait–maybe I do want that one.”

He pauses with the cup centimeters from his mouth and laughs. Without a second thought, he hands the cup over, trading you for the cocoa. It’s impossible to miss the wink when he drinks from the hot chocolate, but you are transfixed watching his lips where yours just were. 

“You can sleep,” he offers, throwing the switches to make the aircraft rumble to life. “I don’t expect anything exciting over the Atlantic.”

“So… Europe?”

“You’ll see.” He gets the go-ahead from the tower to take off, so you both put on the headsets which allow you to communicate in the air. 

“I’ll stay up for a while,” you say.

“Don’t stay up on my account. I’ve had one sip of coffee, so I’m wide awake.” 

You punch his shoulder, and his laugh filters through your earpieces in surround-sound. 

—

Despite the caffeine, you last twenty minutes before your eyelids droop too heavily to stay open. When you wake up again, it’s because the jet wheels meet the runway. The airport is small, likely a military base as is customary for SHIELD flights in foreign airspace. You glance at Bucky as you rub your eyes. He’s tired, but he’s steady as ever, pulling into the hangar indicated by the runway attendant’s waving orange night sticks. 

“Welcome back,” he chuckles, realizing you’re staring at him with sleepy wonderment. Your cheeks get hot.

“Where are we?”

“Outside Edinburgh.”

“Oh. If I knew we were going to Scotland, I would’ve been far more cooperative!” You sit up straight and try to catch any glimpse of the country you’ve loved since you visited on a school trip ages ago, but it’s difficult in the darkness to see anything. “Oh my god.” Your fingers find your mouth. “I’m sorry. I will be totally cool once we’re out there, but I can’t believe we’re here.”

“Haven’t played anything cool a day in your life,” Bucky snickers, tapping on your headset. You rip it off your head and hand it over. 

“Shut up, Barnes.”

“Go change. I’ll meet you outside once I’ve got us squared away with customs.” He lets you stand first, and holds your elbow when you stumble trying to side-step around the console. You slide your arm through his fingers until they’re clasped around yours and squeeze his hand.

The clothing you have available is truly… the bulk of your own dresser. Bucky wasn’t kidding–he packed almost everything you own. You choose an outfit which says ‘I married my husband for his money,’ and give yourself a once-over in the small mirror inside your locker. By the time you make your way down the walkway, Bucky is waiting. He has changed, too–into a dark peacoat, a perennial favorite of yours, and dark slacks, with shoes so shiny they reflect the bright hangar lights off the toes. He isn’t dressed expensively per se, but he is beautiful. He notices you there and stops for a second.

“Let it be known, I married you for your looks,” he says. You wrinkle your nose at him. “We’ve got a car over here.” 

Bucky gestures to the far end of the hangar. You move where he indicates, but he pulls you back to walk in step with him, easing your hand into the crook of his elbow. He does it so seamlessly, it feels like something he does to you all the time. His hand stays, pressed over your fingers, leaving your bag to dangle from your arm. Even if it is a cover, you can’t help but lean into him. It may be a temporary oasis from the reality of your relationship, but it doesn’t mean you can’t savor every second. He realizes you’re lugging your bag, and he eases it off your arm to slip the strap over his shoulder. Then, he covers your hand again.

–

Bucky pulls the car into a small lot behind a series of row houses in Old Town; the sight of the streetlights making your favorite city glow distracts you from the fact that this is an assignment. Even the smog-stains at the top of the buildings are charming. This is your city. You left your heart here, once. You’re more than eager to get out of the car as Bucky parks.

“What are we doing here?” you ask, peering up at the ornate building. 

“I’ll explain inside. This is a primary location for us to scout.” He grabs your bag from the trunk. 

“Do I need that?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes at his back but you still follow him up an alley staircase and through a door which he miraculously has a key to. Inside, you ascend up another set of stairs, to the top floor, and then through the only door, there. Whatever number of units this building has, the top floor seems to have just one, and it is…

“Oh.” Your mouth drops open. The flat is revealed to you as lights flick on down the hallway. It’s a gorgeous historic apartment with all the right touches of modernity, while still retaining its charm. 

“Coming?” His voice comes from somewhere down the hall. You shut and lock the front door, and shuffle your way towards the direction of his voice, until you find him in the last room. It’s a small bedroom with a stone fireplace and a large, plush bed. Bucky is in the process of loading the dresser with your clothing when you enter.

“What’s going on?” you breathe. 

He straightens. He has removed his coat, revealing a white button-down shirt, which he has left unbuttoned at the collar, and he has a sheepish smile on his face. “So, uh. I haven’t been honest.”

All you can do is blink at him. Bucky dodges around the foot of the bed and eases your coat from your shoulders. He tosses it on his own, on the bed. Then, he grasps your wrist and tugs you to the window.

“In the morning, you’ll have a view of the castle right there,” he says softly. He stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. “And I’m told there’s a cafe downstairs which serves coffee they roast themselves, and crepes stuffed with all manner of fruits.”

“Bucky–”

“This flat is yours,” he says. “For ten days. And if you want to do nothing but sleep, you can do that. This is your time. I had sort of hoped I could stay, but if I’ve misread things, I’ll skip my ass off to London until you’re rejuvenated.” 

You turn around. “This isn’t a job…” 

Bucky shakes his head. “I knew you’d never give yourself permission to take time off, but you’ve been so exhausted, doll… it’s killing me to watch you push yourself to your breaking point. I don’t get any joy outta watching you suffer. I’m a lot happier when you’re happy. That’s kinda everything to me. And there’s no need to operate undercover–not that I mind pretending I’m married to you. Happy to dote on you like a spouse if that makes it more fun.”

"So, this cover idea..."

"Just wanted to look nice for ya." He rubs your arms.

You take in a slow breath. “This is a big thing to do for a person,” you peep. “Might make a girl think some things.”

“I bring you coffee every day, doll. I have taken two bullets on recent missions because I’ve been so worried about keeping you from being shot. When I close my eyes at night, the only thing I dream about is you.” He brushes your chin. “And if you think for one second you haven’t been imprinted in my skin since the bar, you’re nuts.”

“But you don’t… you’re professional!” You’re so overwhelmed by his proximity that you can’t process what he’s saying. “I thought you forgot! You don’t touch me. You’re always talking to Sam about his dates–”

Bucky levels his eyes with yours. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you. But you acted like it never happened, doll… I was not about to tease you about something which meant so much to me, even if it happened in haste, or push you into more familiarity than you wanted.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit. “I’m–do you not see how much I love you?” It comes out like you’ve been waiting to tell him for a century: pained, but relieved to finally have the truth out in the open.

Bucky folds so he can pull you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “Being your partner is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he murmurs against your temple. “I hoped you felt that way. Is this okay? Is it too much–”

“You gave me my city,” you say in astonishment. “Oh my god. Bucky… wait–is there another bedroom in this flat?”

“No.”

“What would you have done if I didn’t want you here? Slept on the floor?”

He pulls away so he can see your face, and his expression is one of delight. “Are you asking me to sleep with you, sweetheart?”

“There’s one bed, and I’m a nice person.” You giggle when he is temporarily offended at the thought that you’d actually make him sleep on the ground. “Besides, if you do fuck off to London as you suggested, I’ll be all alone, and I want you to know I’m weak for a man in a kilt, and this city is choc full of them–”

“I’ll have you know I am Scottish, on my father’s side, so.”

“We should get you a kilt.”

He nods in agreement, and his eyes keep flickering down to your lips. “Are you still upset I ripped you away from your cabernet?”

“They sell wine in Scotland.”

“I know.” Bucky takes a few steps backwards, but keeps hold of your hands so you’ll follow him. He leads you into the sitting room, to the sofa, and gestures for you to sit. He makes a show of jogging over to the switch on the wall beside another fireplace and flicks it upwards. The fire roars to life behind the thick glass. Your laugh gives him another burst of energy, he’s almost dancing into the adjoining kitchen. Glass tinkles, a drawer opens and shuts, and he returns with a bottle of something red. 

“Hey, did you bring any clothes?” you giggle, as he accidentally dribbles a few droplets of the wine onto the cuff of his sleeve while opening the bottle with the churchkey.

“Ellis dropped off my bag this morning, it’s in the closet.”

“I can’t believe you used SHIELD resources to trick me into vacation.” 

Bucky hands you a glass of wine and his cheeks redden. “Uh, well. Fury knows. I may have cashed in some of my vacation days on your behalf.”

You set your glass down on the coffee table carefully and launch yourself at his face, pressing him down into the couch. You’ve known for three years that he kisses like air is a secondary matter, but there is nothing like kissing him in thanks, now that he knows you love him. This isn’t just a thoughtful gesture, this is… nobody in your life has ever done something so kind for you. Until you met Bucky, you weren’t entirely sure you deserved it. But his tongue teases yours and thoughts of what you deserve flee from your mind.

“Got you a new phone, too,” he mumbles between territorial nips at your bottom lip.

“This gift-giving kink of yours is really sexy,” you pant. 

Bucky cradles your face in his hands and kisses you slowly, pulling every little sound from your throat he can. When your lips part, he smiles. “I’m in love with you, honey. I know it’s unprofessional, but I don’t give a shit. I’d give you Scotland if I could.”

“Get a kilt and I’ll be satisfied.” You lay your head on his chest. His heart is racing in time with yours.

“If it’s weird, we can still pretend like we’re not both excited to be sleeping in the same bed.” His voice rumbles under your ear.

“Oh, how ever will I survive in this completely fabricated scenario.” You put your hand to your forehead dramatically. “Oops, I forgot to pack real pajamas.”

“Awe rats! I sleep naked. We’re at an impasse.”

You rest your chin on his sternum and raise your eyebrows. “Whatever will we do?”

It takes two seconds for him to bracket an arm around your waist and swing his legs over the side of the sofa. Your feet do not touch the ground again. Your back, however, meets plush fabric, and Bucky kisses you like he has all the time in the world to make sure you know how much he wants you. He doesn’t have forever, but he has at least ten days.

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[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

THE CROWN -5

Changbin x Reader Female

Genre: 🌶️

Word count : 1.3k

Summary: You happen to just fall in love with a prince, could it be that he feels the same.

Trigger warning: please remember this is a fiction and the characters are just that fictional. If you are sensitive to swearing or sexual content please do not read my stories…… some of my story’s do hold scenes from kdarams Sorry in advance if you don’t like it but I though they were cute, other than that please enjoy. 

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By the time bin came back, I was already asleep. I did, however, feel the bed dip.

As the sun rose, I woke up with a hand on my hip and a body touching me lightly. By this point, my night dress had lifted up my body, so changbins fingers were lightly touching my underwear. I wanted to move so bad. However, I didn’t want to wake changbin us, so I laid there until he woke up minutes later.

He quickly removed his hand. “Shit”, I heard him whisper. I turned around and pretended to have just woken up.

“Morning” I smiled at him once I realised he had no shirt. I blushed to bring the blanket up to hide my face.

“Morning, my lady” he smiled because he knew it was my turn to be nervous.

I just hid, and he leant over me, placing his hand on the other side of my body. He slowly, with his other hand, brought down the covers, revealing my lips.

He leans in, and just as his lips are about to touch mine, in burst Felix. “Morning, sir” changbin pretty much threw himself off the bed.

I leant up, covering my body “Felix”, I said in shock. He covered his eyes and turned around.

“Apologise…..I didn’t see anything,” he said, looking out the door.

“Felix…..could you umm” changbin stumbling over his words.

“I’ll come back, yeah….or better yet…..come find me when you are ready,” he said, walking out and closing the door.

…….

“Could you up maybe help me with my corset?” Changbin had turned around so I could get dressed for the morning. Sana packed me some riding pants and a shirt. I decided to put a corset over it because it gave me more support while riding.

“Yes, of course, my lady” changbin was nervously tying the backup.

“Have you never tied a corset before, my lord” he chocked a little.

“I’m not sure you want me to answer that” I could hear his smile.

“Oh, sorry….I forgot girls must throw themselves at you” he stopped and turned me around.

“None of those girls matters to me……only you matter to me” I turn back around and blush while changbin tightens my corset. When he was finished, he wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered into my ear.

“I’m so happy I don’t have to hide my love for you anymore” he places a kiss on my cheek.

“You know you still haven’t told me what we are doing” he looked up at me as I brushed his hair back.

“Ummmm, it’s complicated,” he said, turning around.

“I’m sure I’ll understand”, I laughed. It couldn’t be that hard to follow.

“Do you remember a couple of years back when…. In a tournament, I got challenged to fight to the death” he looked down.

“Yeah, I remember that was a horrible way to go.”

“Well, that was king Seungmin’s son” he looked embarrassed. “Begged him not to. I didn’t want to hurt anyone” you could see how traumatic it was to relive. “I had to. I had no choice. You have to believe me” he started to sob into my chest.

“Bin…pull yourself together”, I shake him. “Look at me….he gave you no choice, okay…..this is not your fault….we are going to fix this” he couldn’t make eye contact with you. He was too ashamed “together, okay?” I lift his chin to meet my eyes, and our noses touch, and I rub his nose with mine like he’s done to comfort me so many times before. A sign to him that this is more to me than just a thing, that he was more to me than just a prince.

“Okay, together” his hands move to the sides of my face. I pulled back “we should get Felix” as we stood up, changbin grabbed my hand, locking his fingers with mine.

…….

“Felix” changbin knew he wouldn’t have gone too far.

“Sir”, Felix said, coming out from behind a horse.

“Are we ready to go? We have a long day of riding” changbin looks down at my foot. The bandage jisung put on is now dirty and coming undone.

“We should get that bandage changed” Felix came over with the bag, and jisung must have given Felix some supplies.

“Here”, he helps you onto the horse to let me sit so he can examine the foot.

“I’m not hurting you am I,” he said as he began to wrap my foot.

“No, not at all” he tucked the bandage in and hopped onto the horse. He readjusted me back and wrapped his arms around my waist.

……

I have been riding for about 3 hours now. It’s cold, and I can see the clouds forming over the sun.

“Sir… do you hear that?” Changbin halts the horse.

“Shhhh”, his hand covers my mouth. “Stay still and do what I say, okay…..this is Seungmin’s land” I nod.

Just like that changbin let’s go and hops of the horse “baby…..do what I say okay?…..run” he smacks the back of the horse, the horse takes off, and I hold on for my life I turn around to see if I can get a look at what’s happening behind me.

I was so far away at this point it was useless; however, behind me, there was now a man chasing me “fuck, fuck, fuck” I tried to manoeuvre through the trees to get away.

I take a corner too quickly and fall into a gully. I heard the horse ride past me, the other rider following suit.

I wait a couple of minutes before I pop my head up. I slowly crawl out and limp back to where I thought changbin had left me.

“Changbin,” I say softly.

“Y/N”, I heard a deep voice say.

“Felix?” I repeat, hoping to find him. Out he comes from behind the trees.

“Felix, where is changbin?” I look around to see if I can see anyone come out from behind the trees.

“He’s gone….. they took him”

“Felix, which way did they go” you are looking for any marks on the ground that indicate the direction in which they went.

“It’s no use. He’ll be dead by the time we get there” I felt this sense of hopelessness, and then I released this man who would do anything for me. He could have efficiently outrun them on the horse, but he chose to save me.

“Felix….pull yourself together,” I say firmly as I pick up a dead soldier's sword. “Here” I push it into his chest, and he hesitated to take it.

“What way is Seungmin’s kingdom” Felix looked around and pointed in the direction of Seungmin’s castle “that way, I believe” he started walking, and I followed behind.

“This is a bad idea, miss, Y/L/N” I turn around in anger.

“Show some respect….he risked his life for you, a servant” Felix shut his mouth.

“Your right….I’m sorry…this must be difficult for you” it was, in fact, the most complex emotion I had ever felt. The anger inside me builds. How could he….how could he leave me…how could he sacrifice himself like that….he wasn’t selfless or heroic. He was an idiot….he may be the stupidest person I had ever met.

“Let's just go save this idiot” I turn back around and March towards the castle. The sun begins to fall, and the air becomes cold and crisp.

“We should stop for the night—my lady,” Felix shivers behind me.

“Your right…let’s make camp…I’ll take first watch.

…..

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the sun in my eyes and could hear the crows squawking.

“Morning, my lady we should get going after you wash up”. Felix said, packing his bags “there’s a creek just down there you can wash up in” he smiled “don’t worry, I won’t spy….changbin will kill me.”

I didn’t want to wash up. I just wanted to continue to save changbin; however, i smelled, and it was not pretty, so I decided to take Felix’s advice and go down to the creek.

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Research

Finally wrote something again! Sorry it took so long. 

How exactly do you get a dog to lose your scent? Because avoiding your werewolf boyfriend Embry was proving a lot harder than you had anticipated. Last weekend was… eventful. You guys had finally done it. Gone all the way. After 6 months of dating and an imprint bond, you both finally decided you were ready to take that next step. And you’ve only had one thought since that night. 

That shit hurted. 

It was borderline unbearable. The pain was searing. You lied there until Embry was done, faking moans and even faking the Big O, and you were less than eager to do it again. Were you broken? He seemed to enjoy it, so obviously you were to blame. He’d been super clingy and lovey since that night, even more so than usual, and you didn’t have the heart to be around him knowing you had faked it like that. What if he found out? He’d be crushed. What if he wanted to do it again? You couldn’t take that pain another night. What if he faked it too and was going to break up with you the next time he saw you? Yeah, no. Avoidance was the way to go. 

He wanted to take you out to see a movie. You mysteriously came down with a case of allergies in the middle of winter. 

He wanted to pick you up after school and give you a ride home. You had the sudden urge to join a club that was meeting after school that day. 

He called, your phone was on silent. 

He texted, you suddenly became illiterate. 

But he kept trying. God, why was he making this so difficult?! Thoughts like this swirled through your head as you walked the long way home from school. He knew your usual route, so obviously that was out of the question. You took a path through the woods that would eventually spit you out right by the beach where you could sit and think. The forest had always felt like a second home to you. Peaceful, comfortable, private. You walked for some time before hearing twigs snapping in the distance. Probably a rabbit or something. Louder snapping. Bigger sticks. Definitely not a rabbit. You halted, waiting for the creature to pass, when a large gray wolf stalked out of the trees. 

Damn. 

He was wearing the softest, cutest, most “kicked puppy” look on his face that you had ever seen. Head bowed, he walked up to you slowly, whining. So he had noticed your avoidance. You held your hand out to him, petting the thick fur between his ears. He sniffed your hand, giving it a soft lick. 

“Hi,” you whispered. He whined louder at this. “Embry…” you started, before he crouched down, a silent cue for you to get on his back. He waited. 

Guess this was inevitable. And at least him showing up in wolf form gave you some time to think about how exactly you would explain what had happened. With another soft sigh, you climbed up on his back, holding the fur tightly as he trotted off into the trees. After about 5 minutes, you realized that he was taking you to Sam and Emily’s house. You weren’t in the mood to be around the rest of the pack right now. 

“Embry, I’m kind of busy today. I don’t really have time to hang out with the pack.” 

He ignored you, trotting along as if your statement was the buzz of a mosquito in his ear. When you reached the house, however, you quickly realized that no one else was there. They must all be out. It was a Friday afternoon, after all. 

When you reached the lawn, Embry stopped and crouched once more so you could dismount. When you did, he ran off behind the house, walking back out several minutes later as the inky-haired boy you had grown to love. His face was full of sadness, yours full of anxiety. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said. 

You silently followed him down the path that led to the cliffs, waiting for him to say something else. He never did, only kept walking. You struggled to keep up, but were too stubborn in your silence to ask him to slow down. You both finally reached the rocky cliffs jutting out over the frigid ocean. He stopped, staring out at the horizon. You paused next to him, waiting. After another several minutes of silence, you grew impatient. 

“It’s supposed to snow Monday,” you said. 

You waited. Silence. 

“The news said they might even cancel school.” 

A pause. Nothing. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use a three day weeken-”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he cut you off, seeming agitated. For as long as you’d known Embry, he was never in a bad mood. Never anything but happy. Maybe sad on a few occasions, but never angry. Never frustrated. And it was making you nervous. 

And now it was your turn to be silent. Yes! You wanted to say. You hurt me! But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t. He didn’t do it on purpose, so why would you make him feel guilty about something that was your problem and your problem alone? 

“Because, if I’m counting correctly, it’s been 5 days since I’ve so much as heard from you. Barely a text back. Not a call, not a ‘hey! I’m super busy this week.’ Why are you avoiding me? I thought… after last weekend, we should be more in love than ever right?! Did it not mean anything to you?” 

You remained quiet, tears pooling in your eyes. You gave no sign that you were going to respond, so he kept going. 

“Just tell me where your fucking head is at, Y/N. You can’t keep brushing me off like this. Did I do something wrong? Do you regret what we did? Am I, like… not ripped enough for you or something?” 

“Embry, no,” you pleaded. You could see the insecurity behind his eyes. You had to tell him what was going on, but you knew it would crush him. “It’s not that at all.” 

He waited. “Then what?” 

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your face. You wiped it away quickly before taking a deep breath. “I have been avoiding you.” You looked up at his face at this, finding tears building up in his own eyes. “I love you, Embry. But last weekend, just… I can’t do that again.” 

He clenched his jaw, looking anywhere but your face and nodded. He was hurt. You definitely could have worded that better. 

“Let me explain,” you pleaded. He wouldn’t look at you still, but didn’t walk away, so you kept going. “I think I might be broken or something, because that… It didn’t feel right.” 

At this, he looked back at your face, switching from hurt to concerned almost immediately. 

“Why would you think you’re broken?” 

Another pause. “I know you would never hurt me on purpose…”

“You were in pain?” he panicked, fresh tears pricking in his eyes. 

“It’s not your fault,” you hurried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? Why would you let me keep going?!” 

“I’m sorry!” you cried, causing him to walk up and embrace you. You sobbed into his chest as he pet your hair, all signs of anger gone. “You were having a good time, and I didn’t wanna ruin it, but it hurt so bad…” 

“Shhhhh,” he cooed as he rocked you from side to side, letting you calm down. “It’s okay.” 

After several minutes, you finally stopped crying. He didn’t falter in his embrace, only left light kisses on your forehead and cheek. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispered into your hair. 

“It’s not your fault,” you replied. 

“Yes, it is. I’m supposed to take care of you. It was my job to make you feel good, and you were hurting that bad and I didn’t even notice.” You sniffled, just enjoying being in his arms. A few more minutes passed as you both calmed down. 

“To be fair, I did take a drama class last semester. I’d say I put on a pretty convincing performance,” you added weakly, an attempt to lighten the mood. 

He huffed a laugh, if for no other reason than to make you feel better. “Had me fooled,” he added. 

You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m sorry for avoiding you.” 

“It’s okay. I just wish you would have told me as soon as it started to hurt that you wanted to stop.” 

“I know. I should have, I just got all in my head about it.” 

“And I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself, and I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore,” he answered, nervously awaiting your response. 

“I forgive you. And of course I still want to be with you, Embry. I love you. We just need to work on our communication skills a little bit,” you laughed. 

“We do. And I’ll start. I would really love another chance to make you feel good. If you promise to be honest about how you’re feeling, I know I can do a way better job. But I understand completely if you wanna wait a while… or if you never wanna do it again. You’re in charge here.” 

His words had your heart melting. He really did care about you, and you knew that if you had told him in the moment that you were in pain, he would have done anything to get you feeling good. You were always his first priority. 

“I’d be willing to try again, but what we did last time didn’t work. I think we need to think of some new techniques or something,” you mumbled shyly. 

“Tell you what. I’ll do some research, get some stuff, and you can come over tonight… if you want to. And we can maybe try again? And if you get there and aren’t feeling up to it, we can just watch a movie and cuddle. No pressure… I just miss you.” 

You thought for a second. Worst case scenario, you’d cuddle on the couch and eat junk food. You trusted Embry completely, and if you said stop, you knew he would. 

“Okay,” you replied. 

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After a long shower, some fresh makeup, and a cute-yet-comfortable outfit, you were ready to go over to Embry’s. Sure, the nerves were kicking in, but you trusted him when he said he would do some research. When you pulled up, he was already standing in the doorway smiling. You ran out and gave him a giant bear hug (or wolf hug), and he picked you up and carried you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot. 

“I missed you,” he said, face buried in your hair. 

“You saw me like 3 hours ago,” you giggled in response. 

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen you all week! Gotta get my Y/N fill or I might die!” 

You laughed loudly, hands threading up into his hair as he sat down on the bed with you seated in his lap. 

“Yeah, yeah, just try not to crowd me,” you cheekily replied. 

He raised an eyebrow before tackling you back onto the bed, tickling you like a maniac and placing playful kisses all over your face and neck. 

“Like this?! Don’t crowd you like this?” 

“Embry stop!” you laughed, trying to suck in a breath between his manic tickles. When he finally stopped, he was lying between your legs, one hand grasping both your wrists above your head, the other propped beside you so as to not crush you. He stared lovingly at your face before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. His grip on your arms loosened, as if to say You can stop me anytime, but you didn’t. You kissed him back, arms staying in place to tell him that you were okay. 

The kisses grew slightly more heated, but Embry kept them gentle. And every time you thought he was about to take things to the next step, he’d just kiss you some more. You were growing slightly impatient, breath labored and blood pumping fast. Your stomach became slightly warm, and every time you leaned up, he’d pull away. 

“You’re being mean,” you whimpered. 

He just looked at you and smirked before leaning down and capturing your lips once more. You could feel your blood heat in every part of your body. From your head to your toes, you felt warm and fuzzy, yet desperate for more,,, more touch, more pressure, more Embry. Growing frustrated, you hooked your legs around his waist and tried your best to pull him closer, unintentionally grinding your hips into his. When he brushed up against your core, you let out an involuntary sigh. It actually felt nice. He smiled into the kiss, pulling his lips away from yours and dragging them down to your jaw, and then your neck, suckling and sucking and leaving light red marks that made your head spin. The hand that was holding your wrists came down behind your back and up into your hair, firmly pulling your head back to give him better access to your neck. 

This movement made your entire back arch up into his body. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, lips sucking your skin up into his mouth as he nibbled, before soothing with his tongue. Your toes curled, legs pulling him impossibly closer. When he felt this, he ground his hips down into yours. The combination of his hands, lips, and weight on top of you made you let out a gasp. Your hands held onto his shoulders for dear life, pulling his shirt up in an attempt to take it off. He got the hint and sat up to remove it, being away from your body for far too long for your taste. He didn’t lower fully back down, however, instead sliding his warm hands under your shirt and onto your stomach. You sat up, taking your sweatshirt off and throwing it violently across the room. His eyes widened as they looked down at your bare chest in an almost feral fashion. He gripped your thighs, tugging you down the bed with ease, and resuming his position on top of you, hands roaming all over your torso. He cupped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples softly between his fingers. You shut your eyes and threw your head back, enjoying the sensations. His kisses trailed from your neck and down to your chest, softly. Lovingly. When he reached your nipples, his tongue poked out and licked around each of them, before taking them into his mouth and sucking. His hands continued to caress your back, and he took his sweet time switching from one breast to the other, and back again, until he felt your skin grow almost as hot as his. You were writhing underneath him, panting as your mind tried to comprehend the sensations. And his mouth, God it was so warm. You felt him kiss the undersides of your breasts, and then your stomach, and then lower… 

When he reached the waistband of your leggings, he brought his hands up as if to pull them off of you. He stopped, looking up at you for permission. You gave a lazy nod Yes, and lifted your hips to help him. He pulled your underwear off as well, spreading your legs and almost salivating at the sight of your soaking pussy. Not wanting to waste another second, he once again began placing kisses on your lower stomach, and then down to your hip bones, scraping his teeth lightly against the skin, which had you shuddering. He trailed lower, to where your thighs met your core, and began to suck lightly and the soft skin there. Your clit was throbbing by now, desperate for any sort of attention. You thrust your hips up, desperate for his mouth on the place you needed him, but he only pulled your legs over his shoulders and brought his arms across your stomach to hold you in place. Your hands went to his hair in an effort to control any aspect of this situation, but the boy was strong. He teased and teased and teased, until you thought you might very well crawl out of your own skin if he didn’t properly touch you soon. Embry brought his face right up to your center and licked into your entrance, making your toes curl once more. His hands gripped your hips as he brought you as far onto his tongue as he could, nose not quite brushing where you still needed him. 

“Embry…” you whimpered, about to tell him what you needed. 

“I know, baby. I got you,” he spoke, as he finally brought his warm tongue to lick a firm stripe up to your clit, swirling it around and sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. 

You let out a moan. A real one. Your first real one. And it only encouraged Embry, as he began to suck and lick with a steady rhythm that caused your legs to shake. You felt your stomach start to coil after several minutes of this, hands fisting Embry’s hair even tighter. It felt amazing, but that coil wouldn’t snap. He started to notice you coming down slightly, orgasm fading away, when he brought his index finger into your mouth. You sucked on instinct, before he pulled it out and brought it down to your entrance. He swirled the digit around a few times and began to push in slowly. One knuckle. Then two. And then he was fully in you. Sucking your clit into his mouth yet again, he rubbed his finger up into your front wall, massaging the ridges there. 

“Oh… Embry, oh my God,” you moaned. He used more pressure, and then brought his finger out and added another, slowly pushing them in together and resuming the ‘come-hither’ motion. You felt your muscles shake, losing all control, and the coil in your stomach tightened rapidly once again, only this time, it broke. Your back arched, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream as you came hard. Waves of pleasure drove through you, hands holding his head firmly onto your center. When you came down and opened your eyes, you looked down at his face to see an excited grin. 

“If you tell me that was fake, I think I’ll cry,” he chirped. 

You calmed your hard breathing enough to mutter a “That was real.” 

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked. 

You nodded, taking note of the obvious tent in his shorts. You reached a hand down to grasp him, when he grabbed your wrist and said “Nuh-uh, I’m still making it up to you.” 

He stood up off the bed and went over to a plastic shopping bag on his desk. He opened it and pulled out a condom, some lube, and a small pink toy. Your eyes widened, and he cockily stated, “told you I’d do some research. Come here Sweetheart.” He held a hand out to help you up, and moved you so that you were on your hands and knees, bum facing him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it on, and then opened the bottle of lube and slathered it all over himself. He then brought what was left on his hand up to your sensitive core, distributing the substance gently. Throwing the bottle onto the floor, he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“You sure you wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded in response. “I need you to say it, babe.” 

“Yes, I want to keep going, Em,” you almost cried. 

“Okay, but I need you to tell me if it hurts even a little. Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

He grasped your hip with one hand, guiding himself in with the other. Slowly, carefully, he became fully seated inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. You felt no pain, just a delicious stretch inside your walls. When Embry saw that you were relaxed, he pulled himself out a couple of inches and softly thrusted back in, looking for any signs of discomfort. He found none, and continued. He dragged himself in and out of you at a torturous pace that made your breathing pick up yet again. You needed more. You began rocking yourself back onto him, begging for a faster pace, and he complied. He pulled out several inches more this time, shoving back in at a quicker pace that had your toes curling and your moans going up in pitch. At this, he stopped holding back. Embry began pounding into you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave the good kind of bruise. You were moaning loudly, brain turning to mush. This is what sex was supposed to be like. What you’d always imagined it would be like. Passionate, loving, amazing. 

Embry found himself reaching the edge, but would not allow himself to finish before you. He reached down onto the bed for the small pink toy that you had forgotten about. He flicked it on, brought his other hand down and around your throat to pull you up against him, and held the small vibrator right onto your clit. The pounding pressure of his dick paired with the fervent vibrations had you seeing stars. You came. Hard. You didn’t know how long the orgasm had lasted. When you came to, you were lying on your back on the bed, breathing still labored, as Embry cleaned your thighs off with a damp towel. He noticed you looking up at him. 

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he cooed.

“Hey,” you responded weakly. 

“How ya doing?” 

“Really good,” you laughed. 

“Yeah?” he beamed at you as you nodded in response. “Good. I’m gonna get you some water and then we can cuddle, okay?” You only smiled in contentment as he walked off into the hallway, returning shortly with a cup of cold water. “Sit up for me?” 

“Can’t,” you answered, eliciting a laugh from him. 

“C’mon, I’ll help you,” he spoke as he gently held the back of your head, supporting you as you leaned up to drink from the cup he was holding up to your mouth. After you took a few sips, he seemed satisfied and placed the cup on the floor, lying down next to you and pulling you close. “If you start ignoring me after that, I might have to kill you,” he teased. 

“Don’t worry. I won’t ever ignore you again.” You sighed in contentment, listening to Embry’s soothing heartbeat, before you began to wonder. “By the way, what the heck kind of research did you do?” 

He huffed a laugh before responding, “Some guy on the internet called Owen Grey.”