#like... my friend... did you READ before you asked that question to this poor author? bc it is like. pretty damn explicitly clear

[endwersed]

it is insane to me that people seem to flock to AO3 -- the reading website! -- to then simply... refuse to read

[kaciebello]

Not even the addressee

Masterlist Badger express ★ Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff ! reader (fem) Summary: When Theodore's name gets misspelled he's not happy about it.  Warnings: no use of y/n, cigerets Authors note: Haiya! This is a sequel series to the whole delivery one. This one is gonna focus on the boys separately! hope you enjoy it! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1.1k Song: Up to You - PRETTYMUCH, NCT Dream

Mr Theodore Nott was one of his kind. Or he liked to think so, when one of the Ravenclaw girls could not remember his name he was baffled. How dare she. She went through his whole friend group before she came to something resembling his name. He would understand if he was some kind of low-muggle-born. But he was part of what was essentially a royalty. Now, it did occur to him that she might have done it intentionally. He is not dumb, he very much knows all the mind tricks and hacks. And although it was supposed to get his yearning to make her remember his name, he was just mad. Mad is not enghou, he was pissed.

Sitting down and zoned out, he kept playing with the note in his hand. He did not even notice the Hufflepuff girl standing before him with a concerned look. He registered her only when she waved her hand in front of him. He jumped a bit and looked at her. Her yellow bow adorned her hair. Her usual uniform was covered in a long fluffy yellow sweater. Her arms were now retracted to her body.

It was not unusual to see her in the Slytherin common room. He wouldn't even bat an eye if he saw her in the boy's bathroom, or the chamber of secrets. To see her in his room was questionable. He may have asked a question, be it not his mood right now. He was just going to assume she was here to get something for Enzo.

“You okay?” She asked, still a bit startled by his quick movements. He just sighs and reaches over to his bedside table for a pack of cigarettes. He lights one up and offers the other one to her. The girl declines and waves her hand around to get the smoke away from her face. He shrugs and puts them into his pocket. He exhales the smoke and stares at the wall for a minute before speaking.

“You know my name right?” The girl looks at him even more puzzled. Of course, she knew his name, they had been friends for a few months now. Granted sometimes she calls him Theo and both he and Mattheo turn around, but that hardly seems like her fault. She was hesitant to answer.

“Have you changed it?” She asks. She does not mean to offend him if he perhaps decides to go by Denim or something like that. He just gives her a side eye before getting up to fetch the ashtray. She took a few tiny steps to get out of his way. When he passed her back, he gave her the note. She took a look at it. It was a love note alright, Theodore's name was misspelled in all the ways possible. Not even his last name was spelled right, missing one t at the end. The girl was starting to frown and Theodore could see she was getting mad. Finally, someone who understood him.

“Oh hell no!” She yelped. Theodores smiled in bliss, he knew he could count on the Hufflepuffs when it came to empathy. She took a few steps to him and grabbed his face so he could look at her. 

“Who gave you this and how dare they steal my business.” His smile instantly dropped. She was mad but not for the same reason. looking up at her caged in her arms. For a second he thought it didn't matter if she did not know his name. But then he remembered that the Ravenclaw girls pretended to not know and he was pissed again.

“Is that what you're mad about?”

“YES!? What else?

“LOOK AT MY NAME!” Her eyebrows scrunched together and she took another look at the note. She read his name over and over again. Deep down she knew it was supposed to be his name, but it looked like a poor attempt by a kindergartener. Her lips twitched to a smile and her eyes kept flying between him and the note. She was trying to keep her giggles down, he knew it, and she was doing a horrible job at it. He was starting to lighten up.

“Who the fuck is Thieodor.” She laughed out loud. He hung his head in defeat. Debating whether or not to change it. Whether or not to change his whole identity. He however snapped when the girl in front of him placed her hand on his shoulder and wheezed at the fact that his last name is not written as Nott, but as Noot. His hands reach to the base of her neck. He stands up now towering over her. 

She looked at him dazed, eyes full of tears from laughing, seemingly not releasing the position they were in. He's very close to her face, even closer than that one time she was forced to count his eyelashes as a dare. He leaned closer to her, only stopping by her ear. Her breaths were now quick and sharp.

“Theo?” She asked, her voice very weak and quiet. He liked it like that. He liked that she said his name, he liked that she knew his name. If she were to say it again, he swears his knees would bend and he would not be responsible for what was happening after that. He wanted to beg, he would never, but he wanted to. He didn’t answer her, rather he leaned in even closer. She could feel his breath on her neck.

“Say it again, please say my name again.” He whispered. He was so close. One little move and he would kiss her neck and take their friendship on a different boat. He just needed to hear the magic words. He should have known something was wrong when she giggled first before speaking.

“Noot.” She says softly and starts laughing. He shoots up to his full height looking at her in disbelief. He pushes her away with a grimace as she continues laughing.

“Go fuck yourself.” He murmurs and lights up another cigarette. She was now on the floor clutching her stomach. There was nothing he could do but watch her. He waited till she was done. It took her a good 10 minutes. When she was done, she got up, her legs a little bit wobbly. She could not look at his face without smiling excessively but Theodore decided that it was enough for him.

“Let's go, we need to find the others.”

“Okay, Noot Noot.”

“Stop.”

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[bitchlessdino]

scream your heart out (m)

🔪pairing: fem!reader x seventeen (???) 🔪genre: horror, slasher, smut 🔪tags: DISCLAIMIER!!! MAY NOT SUIT MOST AUDIENCES, Graphic sexual and violent imagery color coded in pink, abrupt changes in text color, features/mentions members (Chan, Seungkwan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Seungcheol, Seokmin, Junhui, Soonyoung, Joshua), established relationships, scream au!seventeen, Hybristophilia, erotophonophilia, homicidophilia, graphic images, mention panic attacks, smoking, mentions disfigurement of faces, severed body parts, knives, guns, threatening phone calls, face masks (horror), knife wielding, blood, gore, death/murder, knife play, bloody handjobs, cum mixing with blood, consensual sex but nonconsensual murder, HONESTLY SOME REALLY FUCKED UP SHIT AND IM SORRY BUT YALL SHOULD BE READING THE WARNINGS, sexual innuendos, kitchen sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, cream pies, cuck! (??) member, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, PLS LET ME KNOW IF IM MISSING ANYTHING PLS 🔪word count: 6.8k 🔪summary: you and your friends get caught up in a classic horror slasher movie, only it's in real life. Now you're off to fend for yourselves in Seungcheol's million dollar home. The question is, did you keep them out, or did you just lock them in? 🔪author note: thank you @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for beta reading for me <3. here's some of their notes “I’m scratching my face to not fucking scream” “WELL SHIT BRO WHAT THE FUCK” -Zeta “It definitely does capture that slasher essence” -SJ this was so fun yet mind numbing to write but this is way more extreme than anything I’ve ever written like I lost a lot of sanity writing this. FR one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever written. I hope it was worth it. ENJOY EVERYONE and even tho it came out late HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Ever since the murders over a week ago, everyone in town has been on edge. All including the individuals most closely involved.

You had lost three core members of your eight. 

Joshua, someone you’ve known since grade school who was sliced open from the back before being stabbed 8 times to the point of excessive bleeding. He had just gone out to walk his dog, the poor creature being the only reason they found his body at all. If not for the dog’s bloody paws, and the trail of blood they left behind finding help, Joshua’s cadaver would’ve lost deep in the woods.

And then Chan, your long-time boyfriend, was stabbed fifteen times in the chest. His face was so disfigured from obvious violence and what looked to be burn scars, that he was practically unrecognizable if not for the fact he died in his own home. Police are still looking for his severed arms and legs to this day with no luck.

And finally, Seungkwan, who hadn’t died but lost to the paranoia festering in his blood like a disease. That caused him to take the train to the furthest destination possible to attempt to escape death if at all possible, leaving the rest of you with only the reassuring texts he left in his wake.

All that was left was you, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Wonwoo; the core five.

“Okay, absolutely no one is leaving this house for the time being. Until the psycho is caught behind bars, dead, or whatever the fuck! We’re safe here.”

Seungcheol, the eldest, did just as expected: contacted the rest of you into a personal prison. Luckily, he was loaded. The prison happened to be six thousand square feet of space with countless rooms, amenities, and a housekeeper to boot. From the looks of it, it’s paradise, but it’s definitely a prison.

“Holy shit, you have an indoor basketball court?”

A prison with an indoor basketball court. And a pool apparently.

Seokmin wasted no time to enjoy these features, breaking out of his clothes and cannonballing in his underwear. If you knew any better, Seokmin didn’t even look like he went through any trauma at all. It looked like every other day for him.

“There's a murderer and you’re doing butterfly strokes?” You asked, baffled.

The golden man scoffed, reaching the edge of the pool and resting against it with his forearms. “What am I gonna do? Wallow, crying to my mom, worrying about dying, and not taking advantage of this gorgeous mansion we’re staying in?”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” Seungcheol grinned.

Seokmin winked back at him, “Of course, daddy.”

“How are you both so unserious about all this?”

Wonwoo left a kind hand against your shoulder, looking back at you with warm eyes and a small smile. “They’re grieving. Just in their own way.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “They’re being ridiculous. We shouldn’t be here. We need to be at the police station or something.”

“You were there when I got the call. The creepy voice said no police or you all die. Remember?”

You shuddered, hands over your sides to relieve your chilled skin. “Of course I do, but we’re sitting ducks here. This isn’t any better. We need protection.”

It was Seungcheol’s turn to scoff then. He strutted in front of you, flaunting his wing span before flexing his arms and then crossing them over his chest. “Well, you have me.”

“And me,” Seokmin joined. “Pure muscle right here.”

“Maybe pure laughing gas, not sure about muscle. We’re actually living in a horror movie right now and you’re all making jokes.”

“Hey,” Wonwoo stroked your head as his soothingly deep voice serenaded you, “Don’t say that. We’ll make it out of here.”

His arms come around you, forearms pressed against your collarbones, and his chin crooked over your shoulder. “You have me too. I would run through that knife before it could get to you.”

You genuinely smile for the first time being there, your hand stroking over his embrace. Wonwoo delicately kissed the temple of your forehead, reminding you what it was like to be constantly adored.

You were grateful for what he had become in your life. Wonwoo had kept you company in your time of need. In the absence of Chan. He had come to your house with whatever he thought you might need, lent you his shoulder that you could cry on, lent his ears so that he could listen, lent his body that you could heal. In more ways than one.

“You’re right. You are.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his body and meeting his eyes framed in specs of hard plastic. “You’re the first person I can sacrifice if we face them head to head.”

He mused at you. “Ooh, now look who’s pulling jokes.”

“Who said I was joking?”

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Minghao commented coming through the back door. “Horror movie rules: they get killed while having sex.”

You punched the new face right in the arm, watching him scurry away to your other friends laughing.

“Not funny, Hao.”

Minghao sneers at you, a jester smile still on his face. “Ease up, princess. Wonwoo, watch your girl.”

“Only because she’s so pretty to look at,” he briefly grinned down at you before directing his attention to Minghao sternly, “but come on. We’re all a little psyched right now. Cool it with the murder talk. Alright?”

Wonwoo pulled you aside into the dining area, ignoring the careless laughter outside. His thumb stroked against your knuckles, lips pressing sweetly against your cheeks. His grin sunk deeper in his cheeks the further he made it past your jaw and then down your neck. He felt your throat vibrate against his lips. “Wonwoo…”

“I can’t have all these guys get you heated like this. That’s my job,” he teased with a rasp.

You slightly pushed him off, your arms swung over his shoulders. “You’re so ridiculous right now.”

“Anything to put that smile on your face.”

His lips reconnected with your neck, nipping at your skin. His humming sent tingles down your spine, and he took your body to press you against the side of the counter. Your hands grasped his baggy shirt, lip close to his ear, fanning your breath against his face. You smiled like a girl in love. Obsessed.  “Daddy…”

“I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled, just as love-struck, if not more. Your giggles brought out the pink on Wonwoo’s ears and cheeks while tightening the groin of his pants. You noticed immediately, cupping it in your palm, and running your finger along the seam. Your eyes skimmed over his taken expression, leaning your full weight into him. “I know there’s something else you really love.”

“Do you now?”

You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “But do you really want to do it here? Risk getting caught?”

He leaned into your touch, allowing your fingers to take apart his pants. “Try new things right? Like you always say. Plus you’re scared. Gonna turn that fear into pleasure. Make you feel good, just what my baby deserves.”

“You're so good to me, Daddy,” you moaned.

His hand finds the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to expose yourself to the cold air. He fingered through your panties and slid two digits through your folds. He felt your breath hitch as he squeezed your clit, eliciting your soft whines. “You’re so wet down there, baby.”

“Just waiting for daddy to fuck me where anyone can find us and watch.”

Wonwoo eagerly pulled down his pants, kicking them and yours aside, but not without pocketing your underwear. He lifted you up slightly from the ground, his exposed cock hitting at your hip. “Look what you do to me.”

Your throat went dry at the sight of him, hand aching to wrap your hand around his girth and have him shoved inside you.

He didn’t let you wait a second long, and pushed in slowly inch by inch, burying himself in your pussy until he was nearly balls deep. You grasped his shoulder in a gasp, savoring the fire burning in your stomach. The girth of his cock stretched your molten walls, allowing them to melt all around his cock as he spread your legs. You writhe in his embrace, your limbs closing around his lean and toned build, already blissful from the few seconds of him being inside you.

Wonwoo’s words kissed your lips, flushed your skin, and left a permanent smile on your face. It swelled pride in his chest, better than any physical trophy would have. His hips slowly rolled against yours, letting you adjust to his size. He massaged the flesh of your side through his fingers, mentally reassuring himself you were his and his alone, but his names on your lips became more than proof.

Your hips buckled towards him in heat, matching his pace before the carnal side of him decided to fuck you like an animal. His cock then plunged sharply inside you, and then again, a whimper coming out of your lips. Your hips stuttered the harder he pounded, arching your back, you felt his hand above your ass, pushing you against him.

“Daddy…”

He lost control when it came to you, addicted—religious—the second your body came in contact with his. He loved how your fingers ran through his hair, not caring how his glasses fell off his face in the process. With drool out of the corner of his lips, he could feel the blood rush up to the surface of your skin, making him feel warm at home inside you. Throbbing, he only got harder feeling how perfectly snug you were, pricking his clammy skin with goosebumps as he bottomed out.

“You’re sopping, precious,” he murmured with a sly grin.

He had you begging, flustered, and beautiful. Your hand clasped his face as your other arm looped around his neck, swallowing his lips, anxious and thirsty for his breath. You craved every part of him viscerally. “Cum in me, daddy. Please…”

He scoffed, lips ghosting over yours. “Will you take every bit of daddy’s cum, hmm? Hold my cum inside you.”

You nodded gingerly. “Yes, yes. I promise, daddy. Give it to me please, I want you to spill your cum inside me and make me yours…”

“Hold on to me.”

You obliged, met with the hot stream of his climax, yours quick to follow. He embraced your sides, devouring your lips and muffling your whines. His loads pumped into you in erratic thrusts, fucking his cum back into you and making sure you drained him of every ounce. His fingers dug into your flesh, feeling you just come apart for him, undoing the tension that festered earlier.

But that tension was needed. It was necessary to survive. Everyone let themselves forget the current predicament, basking in the glow of the sunset until dinner time arrived. Despite the housekeeper that supposedly exists, she hadn’t been around since all of you stepped foot in the house, like a ghost presence. Seungcheol scrambled to find her—reminding you of his peculiar obsession with the woman—as he wondered when dinner would be ready since a rise in temperature or a savory scent couldn’t be found in the kitchen.

“That’s strange. She’d be finished with a whole chicken by now,” the homeowner commented, noticeably picking his nails.

“Aww,” Seokmin groaned, “Well, is there anything else to eat?”

“I mean…you can look around.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief. “This is your house. You don’t know what you have in your own house?”

“You try navigating a five-story home with countless cabinets!”

“Buy a smaller house, you prick!”

“Guys!” Minghao chimed in. “Breathe in…and out. We’ll just find food. Seungcheol, your maid, your house, your search. She’s probably fine.”

Your hands slammed against those pristine marble counters. “We are NOT splitting up right now. This is what the killer wants. She’s probably already dead and we’re fucked.”

Wonwoo came to your side, laying a cool calm over your shoulder, and rubbed your sides. You let yourself melt in his touch, his sweet voice soothing you effectively. 

Seokmin sat up from his stool, “Okay, okay. I will help Seungcheol and you guys stick together.”

“That’s still splitting up!”

“Better than alone.” Seungcheol rebutted. “You guys stay.”

Despite your protests, they went on their search. Your head banged against Wonwoo’s chest, muttering in anguish about how everything was going wrong and that it’d only get worse. Meanwhile, Minghao seemed to regain some of that tension but masked the fear with the bright light of his phone, scrolling through TikTok. You didn’t know what was more annoying, sensation of imminent death possibly behind any door, or the same five songs replaying on Minghao’s feed.

After 15 minutes when they were nowhere to be seen, your patience had run thin. You picked yourself up from Wonwoo’s lap and dusted yourself off. “Fuck this. We’re finding them.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, a concerned glow in his gaze. “Babe, hey. They’ve got it. Trust them.”

“Wonwoo, you know I can’t do that. Let’s just find them, hmm? Together?”

“Not a bad idea,” Minghao agreed. “Better in groups right? We go together, eliminate us as any potential suspects.”

Your boyfriend sighed, collected your hand, and laced his fingers through yours. “Fine.”

You were all joined together by the hip, making sure you were each other's sights. Through the wider than wingspan hallways, past the ridiculously expensive sculptures, you kept your eyes out for your estranged friends. Silence couldn’t have been more loud in these cavernous spaces, only hearing the gut feelings in your stomachs that’s churned in trepidation. Every step taken was the group closing in on the killer. 

Fortitude meant nothing if the danger was already inside.

Before turning around the corner, Minghao—reluctant to lead the group—crashed into a human-sized obstacle, causing the stumble of your entire party. You all faced a wide-eyed Seungcheol with the missing young housekeeper walking hand in hand with him. Suspicious, but besides the point.

“Holy shit, we said we’d come back!”

“It’s been 20 minutes, Cheol! You guys could’ve been dead for all we know.” You retorted.

“Wait, where’s Seokmin?” Wonwoo asked, noticing he didn’t see him nearby.

“He went ahead. He needed to piss or something and meet up later.”

“You idiot.” Your eyes burned a frustrated rage. “I said don't split up. DON’T SPLIT UP! That’s the number one rule of horror movies. You’re going get us fucking killed. He could be the murderer for all we know.”

Seungcheol scoffed, shaking his head. “Seokmin? No way. He’s the last person to even think to do that.”

“Well, do you see him? No! Probably he’s off someone being Ghostface reject with his stupid little voice modulator and cheap party city costume.”

“I told you—“ Before he could finish, his phone went off in the nick of time. When he pulled it out to saw Seokmin’s caller ID on display and the owner of the device wouldn’t help but smile. “See the bastard is even calling.”

He picked up and put him on speaker, eyeing you cheekily, amped to prove you wrong. “Seok, you little shit. How long does it take to piss, huh? Just say you wanted to take a dump.”

“Oh yeah, I took the shittiest, stinkiest, fattest dump. You could probably smell all the way from the other end of the hall.”

Instead of Seokmin on the other line, all of you were met with the eerie voice that had called you multiple times before. The voice that felt like spiders crawling up your legs. The voice that had you second guess whether you locked the front and the back door. The voice whose owner had killed countless people already. 

Seungcheol held the phone in a vice grip swallowing, fear stilling in his unsteady eyes. “You—Where the fuck is Seokmin, you son of a bitch?”

The morphed voice on the other end laughed, sounding bone chilling as nails against a blackboard. “What’s to say? Why don’t we play a little game to find out?”

“Mother fu—“You grabbed the phone from Seungcheol to answer in his place, cutting the older man off. “Why go through with this?”

“Why, I just want to help you find your beloved friend. All out of the kindness of my heart.”

“If it was all kindness, you could tell us where he is.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Psycho,” Minghao muttered under his breath, eyes wide in shock and fear, as if registering the idea of death for the first time.

“And if we refuse?” Wonwoo interjected.

“Seokmin dies, rock for brains,” Seungcheol gritted.

“Ding, ding, ding. Or should I say, chop, chop, chop, since that’s what'll happen if you get any of my questions wrong.”

You scoffed, coming down the stairs with your friends to follow. “Have at it then, you freak.”

“Hey, hey, play nice. Maybe I’ll get too excited and decide to cut him up early.”

Seungcheol glared at you briefly before taking back the phone, storming down the stairs, and reaching the ground floor. “Ask away, as long as Seokmin is safe.”

“First an easy one. What’s your favorite scary movie, Seungcheol?”

His feet stopped at the end of the couch in his living room, stammering to answer. “What kind of fucking question—uh, The Ring?”

“Don’t lie to your friends, Seungcheol. You know that’s not the answer, that’s just what you say to anyone that asks. Say the real answer.”

“That’s the movie though!” he started to shout, visibly shaking.

“Just say it, Cheol!” Minghao pushed.

“Stop playing around Choi Seungcheol! Just say it,” You joined.

“Fine!” He faced the friends, evidently swallowing his pride as he choked up on his answer. “I never watched a goddamn scary movie! Is that what you want to hear? I get panic attacks every time I hear one in the background, why do you I’m always going off smoking when you guys put one on,” he confessed through his tears.

“Congratulations. Your first right answer. Now was that so hard? Pussy boy?”

“Fuck you,” Seungcheol sputtered, tossing the phone back to you.

“Next question. ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,’ Leatherface is known for wearing a mask when it was in fact several. How many and what were they in the original movie?”

“Who the fuck would know an answer like that?” Minghao croaked in disbelief.

“Three. A ‘Killing Mask’, an ‘Old Lady Mask’ and a ‘Pretty Woman Mask.’” Wonwoo calmly answers, garnering horrified looks all around. “I wanted to be a filmmaker, remember?”

“Correct. Next question. What Was Freddy Krueger's serial killer nickname before he died?”

“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” you said slightly panicked, “Wonwoo?”

“The Springwood slasher.”

“Wow, Another amazingly correct answer. Hold on to that one, Y/n. He’s a keeper. He’s smart and fucks your brains out to the point of you screaming bloody murder? What a catch.”

You didn’t respond, impatience seething on the tip of your tongue, “Just tell us where this is all going.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Last question. What exact kind of knife does Ghostface use in the Stab movies? Here’s a hint: it’s the same one I’m holding in my hand against Seokmin’s throat. (Help me please...)”

“S-Seok.” Seungcheol gasped.

Seokmin’s voice could barely be heard on the other end, weak and afraid, only staggering breaths audible.

“Wonwoo, please,” Seungcheol begged, tears falling past his neck. “He’s our best friend.”

Wonwoo swallowed, gears visibly creaking in his head, “I know he uses a hunting knife, b-but—“

“Oh…” the voice cooed, “Well, that’s just not enough, is it? Seokminnie, say goodbye to your friends (Please, no…).”

“Seokmin!”

“Wait!” You barged, clutching the phone to the point of it almost bending. “A modified Buck 120. I remember now. It’s coming back to me. Now, let Seokmin go!”

The line went dead and in turn, light cast in the evening darkness of the poolside. All your eyes shot back at the change of light, startled at the sight in front of them. Seokmin was seated in a chair, bruises against his sides, bleeding from the splices on his forearms, and duct tape over his mouth. Yet the most frightening part was his closed eyes.

“Seokmin!”

You all rushed towards him, swinging the porch door in a panic. Seungcheol tried slapping him awake, pleading he’d be alive. “Seokmin please, please, wake up…

The poor victim's eyes start to flicker open, mumbling through the adhesive over his lips.

“Buddy,” Seungcheol ripped the duct tape clean off him, his ear coming up to his friend’s lips. “Speak to me…”

Seokmin’s voice came out in croaks, hardly incoherently, all except, “Be…hind…”

Minghao spat up blood, doubled over as Ghostface was revealed right behind him, and fell right into the pool. You and the housekeeper both let out a blood-curdling scream. The masked intruder wiped off the blood using his black rope, anticipating a lunge towards their next victim. 

“Run,” Wonwoo breathed out. 

He took your hand and ran with it. Taking a second to look back, you see Seungcheol and the housekeeper try to escape similarly before she was tugged right back towards the killer and she was stabbed right in front of him five times, each one faster than the last, having the poor Seungcheol paralyzed and fallen on his knees. The sounds of suffering were loud enough to hear throughout the neighborhood.

Wonwoo dragged you back upstairs, his survival instinct telling him to seek haven high and far up the house. 

“You left them there to die,” You proclaimed.

“He said he could manage it. You’re more important.”

“You actually believe that? Ghostface snuck up on Minghao with neither of us looking!”

“We’re going to have to. Secungcheol can handle himself.”

Finally, he finds the room, closing the door behind him and pushing heavy furniture in front of it for more time to stall. “We’ll be ok for a little bit here. Let’s look for weapons.”

He started rummaging through drawers, looking for anything strap, blunt, heavy, anything worth using. He was red in the face, sweat drenching his entire body. The only thing running through his mind was keeping you, the most important person in his life, safe. 

“Wonwoo, I don’t know if we’re going to find anything. Fuck. I’m so scared right now.”

He recognized the panic in your eyes, the bounce in your step, and the quiver in your voice. “Hey, hey, baby. Look at me.” He grasped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumb. 

“I’m here, hmm.” He kissed your closed eyes. “You’re alright.”

Then your tempered cheeks. “We’ll get through this.”

The tip of your nose. “I love you like hell.” 

Finally your trembling lips. “I’ll keep you alive.”

“Promise?” You managed to breathe out.

“Scouts honor.”

The banging resonated from outside the locked door, only getting louder and closer every passing second as if teasing you to death. You shook in Wonwoo’s embrace, burying your face in his chest. “I don’t want to die here, baby.”

“You won’t. Not with me.” One arm wrapped around your body, and another had his fingers locked around the base of a lamp, tugging it from the outlet. Pitch darkness joined you, only having to rely on the dim-lit sky through the peek of the windows.

Whomever on the other side cracked through the wood of the door, breaking it piece by piece as it fell to the ground, knocking over the dresser that blocked 

“Shit, shit, shit.” Wonwoo pushed you behind him.

Finally, your barrier came down with a final kick, rendering it useless. Wonwoo let out a battle cry, charging at them with the lamp above his head. He swung his weapon while Ghostface swung theirs, both missing simultaneously. Gritting his teeth, Wonwoo pulled forward, aiming for the head.

They crash against the wall in the process, but not without mutilating the midsection of Wonwoo’s stomach. The visually impaired man fell back to the ground, groaning in agony as he clutched his stomach, while blood trickled through his fingers. “Mother fucker...”

Wonwoo’s vision started to fight against him with the loss of his glasses, dimming images before him, and slowly processing the murderous figure trodding before him. Wonwoo’s determination picked him right back up slowly, picking up his lamp once again, trying to take another move toward the perpetrator. And by pure luck, the lamp crashed against the crown of their head.

Ghostface stumbled back, quick to recover but visibly agitated.  Soon enough, they plunged the full length of the knife right into Wonwoo’s gut, sticking it deep and long before kicking him off of it. Wonwoo lands on the hardwood, blood gushing out of him like a public water fountain. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Wonwoo!” You come by his side, clutching at his wound desperately. “No, no, no.”

The sinister figure approached once more, hand creeping against the edge before he pulled it over and off his head. His eyes stared back at you both maniacally. His grin stretched from both ends freakishly before overtaking in deep chuckles. “Happy to see me?”

“…C-Chan?” Wonwoo managed to gasp.

“Hi, bestie.” His signature smile, once warm and inviting, reflected horrifyingly as if out of a film, one with too much bloodshed and betrayal to imagine. “Well, didn’t think you’d see me again, huh?”

“Chan, what the fuck?” You screeched. 

“You’re supposed to be dead.” Wonwoo voiced panic-stricken. “What, how?”

One foot over the other, Chan carried himself with conviction, ease, and the confidence of a man who slaughtered countless amounts of people. 

“You guys don't know how easy it is to fake my death. I was surprised by how incredibly stupid police officers are. Find a body that’s my height, my build, cut off their hands and arms to not get their fingerprints, singe their skin and face to the point of unrecognition, and plant them in your own home. I’m a fucking genius.”

“S-Seungkwan,” Wonwoo wept, his adam’s apple, “You actually—”

“It was beautiful. Masterful.”

“Why?” Wonwoo stammered. “Your best friend—“

“He was an imbecile. Weak. All bark and no bite. You will never understand how good it felt to stick the knife inside him and watch the blood burst off of him like a sprinkler. Like the knife going in and out of him surged power throughout my entire body. So, I kept doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. AND DOING IT.”

His smile. That violating smile.

You sobbed, covering Wonwoo’s wound with your hands. “Y-you monster.”

“This was all just fun for you?” Wonwoo bared his teeth. “You get your kicks from lying, deceiving, stabbing your friends? You think you’re some Billy Loomis?”

“Of course I have fun. I had lots of fun. We had so much fucking fun.”

“We?” Wonwoo repeated.

“What the fuck do you mean we?” You asked horrified.

Chan started to chuckle to himself, chest heaving exuberantly before he stood completely still. Dreadfully still. 

“Well, I'm not the one that killed Joshua, am I?”

A million guesses ran through Wonwoo’s brain. None made sense the more he thought about it. “Your Stu Macher? Seokmin…Seungcheol…?”

Your eyes turned to him fearful, before it melted into something else, something familiar. Something terrifying. “No…” your lips drew close to his ear. “Me…” 

Your hands squeezed around his wound, gripping, earning his moans of anguish, screaming at you to stop, before you retrieved the knife hidden behind your boot and drove it into his shoulder. Wonwoo let out the loudest scream he could ever muster, feeling the blade sharply cut his nerve whilst pain shot into his chest. He tapped his heel incessantly on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, looking at you in disbelief, overcome with hurt.

“And he was a good fuck too until the knife I put through his back made him scream like a little bitch.”

You pulled out the knife from him, seeing how the pain he felt in his body only complimented the suffering pooling in his heart, his mind, his soul. His lips quivered in your direction, sucking in his breath. “Y/n…Why?”

You simply shrugged. “Why does anyone kill these days? They’re bored, daddy. Same reason why things can change in the bedroom, to spice things up. The flavor of life is murder now, darling.”

“You’re killing people.”

You drove the knife one more time into his thigh, savoring his scream of agony. “And we’re more alive than we ever have been,” you said, twisting the knife before pulling it out.

You walked toward Chan, helping him pull off his robe. “And so is our sex life.”

“So, Junhui, Soonyoung…Joshua, and even Seungkwan.” Wonwoo asked, catching his breath.

“Every. single. one,” You chuckled. “Draining their cum out of like having a second puberty until life is literally drained out of their bodies. What a bunch of pussy boys. So obsessed with sex, they didn’t see the knife coming their way.”

Your hand reached for the ottoman and pushed Chan there to be seated, underdressed in the black tank top and black jeans he hid underneath with his momentarily abandoned bloody knife at his side. You unbuckled his pants single-handedly, your knife still in your other hand. “And Chan just gets so fucking hard with all the bloodshed. Like a bloodthirsty animal.”

“You just look so fucking sexy with blood on your hands,” Chan moaned, “Touch me how I like it, baby.”

“Mmh, my pleasure.” Your hand used the blood covering it as a morbid form of lube, closing around the girth of his cock to squeeze and lightly stroking it from base to tip, softly thumbing over the small slit on top. 

His stomach flexed, bucking his hips in your direction as he bit down on his bottom lip, beaming like a child on Christmas. Horny for your touch, Chan couldn’t help but squirm in his seat, warning up to your touch. He was absolutely growing at a rapid pace. “Like that baby, like that.”

“That feel good, daddy? You like how the blood is covering your entire cock? Seokmin’s blood, Minghao’s blood, Seungcheol’s blood? Wonwoo’s blood?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“You two,” Wonwoo’s shock couldn’t stagger from the scene in front of him, unable to process all this information at once.

“You’re massaging our friends into my cock so good, baby.”

“Yeah?” You traced your fingers over the details of his shaft, your nails prodding at the veins as your hand slowly picked up pace. You rolled him in your fist, letting him rut in your defiled hand as he moaned your name like an animal in heat. “I’m getting so wet watching fuck in my hand covered in blood. You’re just a sick lunatic obsessed with killing your friends and fucking my sweet pussy. I love that about you, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he screamed, hands gripping the ottoman in restraint, brimming with passion, “Wanna mix Wonwoo’s cum you kept inside you with the blood. Sit that sweet pussy on my cock for me, lover.”

You nodded invitingly, not missing a beat. You never did replace the underwear from before, making it easy to remove your shorts and sliding him inside your warm walls, massaging his length as you rolled your hips against his. You held the knife you still had in a death grip, stabling against the reliability of Chan’s shoulders. You mumble his name pleased, arching your back as you grinded down on his lap. “Your cock feels so good covered in blood, daddy.” 

“Your pussy feels even better knowing how much fun you had stabbing Wonwoo for me.”

“Of course, daddy.” You turned to the body mutilated and defenseless on the ground, grinning as Wonwoo was forced to watch. “That look good, Daddy Wonwoo?” Your ass bounced purposely in Chan’s lap, the jiggle showing off the splatter of blood left from the handjob.

Everything in Wonwoo told him to look away but he couldn’t, like a train wreck or a car crash, he couldn’t part with the mess of a situation he was witnessing. He wasn't sure what this meant for him, mentally nor physically.

“You like watching Chan fuck me, Daddy? His bloody dirty cock fucking me like you did a hour ago, fucking me like a nasty little whore.”

He hissed through his teeth, right the strange feeling surging in his pain-stricken body, “Shut…the fuck up.”

You laughed obnoxiously. “You love it. You love being a little cuck, watching other guys fuck my pussy. As if you hadn’t peeped on me and Chan fucking when he wasn’t ‘dead’.”

“It’s not true, you bitch.” The twitch in his trousers told him otherwise.

“You’re such a liar a dirty, dirty liar like I’m a dirty, dirty fucking whore.” You groaned loudly taking Chan’s cock, bouncing against his lap as you felt him pulse around your walls.

“That’s right baby take my cock.” Chan’s hand came over your bare cheeks, striking them with his full palms while his hips jerked up your body. “Taking the murder fueled, hard fucking cock.”

“Daddy, your cock is making me so fucking wet, stretching my pussy the way you sliced open our friends,” You growled.

“Fuck you’re such a little succubus, baby. Bouncing on my cock, coating yourself in blood. And I’ll kill more and more for you. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Yeah,” You began slowing your pace, drinking in his every word. “You’d do anything for me?”

“I’d kill the entire human population for you.”

That left you smiling from ear to ear, the tension coiling in your stomach. Your chest pressed against his, pushing against his thrusts. “Yeah? Would you cum in me, Daddy? Mix our dirty mess inside me. Let me take your cum, daddy.”

“I’ll let you drain me of every drop, my little psychopath.”

“Cum daddy cum, make me full and breed me with our homicidal baby daddy. Make you a real daddy.”

Chan shuddered, overwhelmed with immense arousal. His hips found life of their own, hammering into you at top speed, and watching the pleasure morph on your face and the staccato rhythm of your breath leave your lips, all while the load threatened to burst out of his sack. “I’m cumming, baby, all for you, ah—“ then it exploded inside you. His cum launched out of his cock like a hose, he painted your wall in milky white, turning pink as it seeped out of you.

“I’m so close, daddy…”

Chan threw his head back to catch his breath, hands possessively finding purchases on your hips. “That’s it, baby. cum for daddy.”

“I’m cuming daddy, I’m—“ You gripped your knife, taking Chan’s abandoned one before plunging both in his head. His smile dropped, a small and weak, “baby” leaving his sweet lips before spitting up blood on your chest and he fell limp. 

You didn’t stop, however, given the fact that your orgasm had just arrived the mere second Chan tasted metal in his mouth. Your moans could’ve been mistaken for anguish if not for the smile on your savage face. “I’m cumming all over your cock, Daddy, fuck! You’re so good to me, you do so much for me. I love you so much. Hitting my spot even in death.”

The wave of climax finally started to fade, unlike your smile, wretched and demonic. “Thank you for your sacrifice, Daddy. I’ll miss you so much.” You kissed deceased Chan’s lips, coming down from him, and fixing his pants before fixing his pants before pulling your shorts back on your body.

“Y/n…what the fuck?”

Watching you pull the knives out of Chan’s head, Wonwoo's expression was a mix of confusion and horror, struggling to back away as you approached him calmly, almost serenely.

“Chan has served his purpose,” You answered plainly as if obvious. “It was his time.”

“You did that, all that, with him, and you MURDER HIM? Your partner in sick, sick psychotic crime?”

“I told you spice was necessary, plus I’ve grown rather fond of you.” You bent down to his level, eyes noticeably just a deep pit of disparity. “I couldn’t let him kill you, so I beat him to it. Good thing too, because that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo whimpered under your touch—well, the knife’s touch—as the tip of it dragged over his jaw, drawing out a shudder. “Y-you’re letting me live?”

Your smile. That damned smile. You and Chan were mere reflections of each other. How had he not seen this sick image sooner?

“As long as it's with me, because you love me right? That’s what you said. You’ll always love me and keep me alive. You promised.”

You pressed the blade against his neck, “You’re cold-blooded. Fucking your dead friend’s girlfriend, leaving your other friends to die to save me, and taking on a mass murderer just for me.” Your other hand caressed over his face. “That’s hard fucking core, baby. I love that so much. You really love and want me. Well, I want you just as bad.”

“Like you wanted Chan?”

You scoffed, using the knife to point at the abandoned soulless body on the ground. “Chan was disposable. He was already fucked up in the brain. I can nurture you, let you prove you’re that you’re mine and only mine. Then I’d have no reason to kill you. Not at all…say you’ll be with me forever.”

“…yes, sweetie. O-of course I will.”

You sighed a breath of relief, your harmless hand coming over to stroke over the stray hairs on his head. “That’s my daddy. My one and only. We can be the finals. Together. Only us—”

“Hello! Wonwoo! Y/n!” Miraculously, Seungcheol found their way to you, barely alive it sounds like.

Rage filled your eyes. “Holy fuck how is he still alive,” you mumbled under your breath. “I’ll take care of him.”

You held the knife to your side, standing by the door and away from its open view. “Cheol! In here! We caught the killer!”

Seungcheol managed to find the defaced door, peeking through the rubble to see a disheveled Wonwoo, panting and close to death. “Wonwoo!”

“Cheol…” Wonwoo grunted. 

“Hang in there, buddy. I’ve got you.”

“To…your…right.”

You glared at Wonwoo, betrayal in your eyes before launching yourself at the hero, who hardly had a scratch on their body. Seungcheol, taking his friend's warning in consideration, built up a wall of defense. His eyes caught you just in time and held up your arms, pinning you against a wall. His eyes finally registered on your face, and his grip on you only tightened. “Y/n, you evil little bitch.”

You chuckled tauntingly, struggling against his weight and strength. “Hi, Cheol. I know you always wanted to stick something in me, mind letting me do it first?”

“You—wow, you’re actually mentally deranged.”

“You don’t like that? Maybe my knife through your skull can change your mind.”

He kicked you in the groin, having you plummet to your knees, cusses streaming out of you like a river. “You pussy. Ass. Bitch.”

“Seungcheol,” Wonwoo groaned, painfully cheering him on.

You managed to kick Seungcheol down in your distress, crawling on top of him to gain leverage. “I know you liked to be topped.”

You held the knife, hands wrapped tightly around the handle before striking. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s hands were wrapped around your wrists, the tip of the knife tickling his nose. Sweat beaded against his forehead, struggling harder than he thought he would as you smiled still.

“This would be a lot sexier if you let me run my knife inside you, baby.”

“Fuck you and your demented punk ass,” he grunted.

“I would if you’d just FUCKING DIE!”

A gunshot follows soon after and the blood gushed from your neck, pouring from both ends and falling lifelessly against Seungcheol, who let out a shrill scream.

“I found a gun,” Seokmin proclaimed weakly from the door before fainting to the ground.

Seungcheol rolled your body off of him, sick to his stomach. “Sick crazy bitch.”

He looked towards his friend who remained helpless his entire journey before his eyes got caught on the dead body he only realized now. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo whispered.

“And they…”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, dude.”

Seungcheol went around to pick up Seokmin from the ground, grabbing the gun. Meanwhile, Wonwoo’s eyes lingered over your body, in disbelief it was alive a mere second ago, then he saw something strange, causing his eyes to fly open. “Cheol behind you!”

Another gunshot. Right between your eyes and your body that stood for hardly a second longer than it should’ve—of course with the knife still in your hand—fell right back on the ground.

“They always come back,” Wonwoo quoted.

Seungcheol let out a deep exhale, loosening his grip around the gun. “And aim for the head.”

“Sorry about your house.”

“…sorry about your girlfriend.”

“Me too.”

post reading a/n: always like me to insert chan into anything fr. i have no excuses

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一∑Moth to a Flame・゜・。

author’s notes: this is my entry for @dancingdonatello ‘s competition :D this has been sm fun and I can’t wait to read everyone else’s stories!!!

prompt: "You like them...more? Is that it? Am I the second choice?" "That's not true..." "Then choose me. Choose us."

warnings: angst, situation-ship, aged-up characters, college au, alcohol consumption, jealousy, yandere tendencies? cliffhanger

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Donnie didn’t know how much more he could take. His mind was simultaneously all over the place and singularly focused on one thing. You.

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Mutants and yokai kind alike have been out for years. So in the ‘town’ he and his brothers grew up in, they finally came to be free from the shadows. As free as heroes can be at least. They still needed to be a bit secretive on where they lived, in case of revenge-seeking villains.

But with mutants out on the surface, New York had grown accustom to them. Well, as accustom as they can be…

Donnie has met many people. He’s been able to attend college. Mostly online. But he finds the time to attend some evening classes in person. He met you. A floundering classmate in need of assistance.

Usually Donnie can find an excuse to get out of helping every poor soul that crosses his path. That’s what the professors are for. The librarians. Hell the student mentors! But with you… he just couldn’t resist.

The study sessions were long. But in the end you were able to pass, “All thanks to you Dee!!” You had cheered shoving your research paper into his face for him to appraise your passing grade. Barely passing, but it showed your improvement nonetheless.

He had been about to tease you of this. Three months of his help and you hardly grazed by?! But the thought was cut short as you pulled the papers away from his face and up you jumped.

Arms going around his neck and squealing your joy. He was frozen for a millisecond before his arms twitched into motion. His hands going around your back, holding you. That was the first time you had initiated such skin-ship.

Sure there had been the occasional touching of hands, passing laptops, books and the like back and forth. There had even been moments of playful touch, nudging his arm with your elbow for his odd choice in coffee. A tap above his glasses when he got too focused on his own work to answer your sporadic questions.

The hug didn’t last very long in terms of time. Seconds merely. But it made a lastly impression on Donnie. With the class over, you had no other reason to see him again. The prospect had Donnie fumbling to invite you out, to do anything to prolong such an ending to this blooming relationship.

“What classes are you taking next semester?” He had asked. You promised to text him the list, already having to dash off for one last exam.

He worried that would be the end.

Thankfully it wasn’t. You texted him later that evening, telling him all about the rest of your day as well as the list per his request. Unfortunately the two of you didn’t share any other classes. And it seemed unlikely for the future as well, the two of you were on diverging paths. Donnie despaired.

But you found reasons to message him. By the time the next semester rolled around the two of you were study partners, no matter the subject. Donnie would help if he could, and usually he was able. But there was a shift in the relationship. Outings to the library and other study areas changed to coffee shops. Then to your place. It only felt natural to invite you over to his.

Preparations were put in place. As were warnings “Yes, I do live in a sewer with my brothers and dad.” And “No it doesn’t reek of waste or garbage.” And “Yes there is one rat actually, my dear Papa.”

You took it all in stride. The introductions to his family went as well as they ever did. Friends. The two of you were officially friends. Donnie couldn’t be happier. With such a title he took more initiative with online contact. His messages would ramble on, sprinkled with pictures and videos.

Semesters continued to pass by and the bond between the two of you only grew. In turn, with more trips to his home, you became friends with his brothers. With April. It was just natural.

And then there was graduation. A celebration was in order. Four years, you had been in his life for four years and he couldn’t imagine it without you. The plan was to dress to the nines, and go out on the ‘town’! Drinking and dancing.

Of course, his brothers were invited as well as a few of your other friends. Donnie was no stranger to clubbing. The bar scene had become somewhat of a regular occurrence once his friendship with you was solidified.

You liked to go out. You liked music. He obliged on a few occasions to be your dancing partner and thus every time after it was his official label. Donnie was adverse to the huge crowds. It didn’t offer much room for dancing, but he’d endure it for you. With you in his arms it all seemed bearable. The music that was so loud it thumped in his plastron. The heat in the room percolating from the sheer number of bodies. Even the taste of alcohol, on the very, very rare occasion you got him to drink.

It always tasted horrible. No matter the different shots or mixed cocktails. God forbid a beer. You had pushed all sorts of these beverages on him, eyes crinkling up at him with amusement as his beak wrinkled from disgust.

Those nights with alcohol involved always ended strangely. Your touch would light him up from the inside. He’d want to hold you closer, lean in as far as you’d let him. Pull at your waist, dig his fingers into your hips during the last dance before the two of you had to part for the night. Those nights ended with kisses.

And by the next day you would never talk about them. So he didn’t either. Even as his murky memory of all other events seemed to part with clarity for how you had panted heat into his mouth. He’d flush dark green at just the thought and have to swallow the spit that pooled in his mouth.

This had happened a handful of times. The kissing. And with no communication whatsoever afterwards it put Donnie on edge. He wondered why it happened at all if you didn’t want to acknowledge the deed once it was done. He wondered about what it said on account of his own self worth for him to continue to let it happen.

To look forward to nights out. To nights you pushed a shot glass his way. To want your lips on his by the end of it all.

So with this big celebration, Donnie was expecting the same routine if only highlighted by the fact that both of you were now graduates. He’d be your dance partner. The two of you would spin for an hour or two, or however long you wanted. And he’d order himself a drink this time. One that he found slightly bearable than the rest.

Only, that wasn’t what was happening. Drink in hand? Sure. Your hand in his other? No. He was grumbling over at the bar shooting hateful daggers where you resided on the dance floor. You were dancing with Leo.

Donnie grimaced as he took a long hard sip. It was like acid in his mouth. Donnie didn’t know how much more he could take. His mind was simultaneously all over the place and singularly focused on one thing. You.

You laughing as Leo twirled you around. How wrong it felt to watch your arms go up and around his brother’s neck. Donnie was a better dancer. He knew in his soul that he could beat Leo in any category. Waltz, disco, salsa, you name it, Donnie could dance it. But his prowess didn’t seem to matter. Which only further incensed him. Why were you doing this? How could you possibly allow Nardo to take his place? His rightful role. Donnie was supposed to be your dance partner. And the only time you were allowed to dance with another was whenever he deigned to skip such an outing.

He was here. Dressed in an aubergine suit. Jacket button undone. And his black dress shirt was unbuttoned as well. Three buttons plucked, showing off too much skin in his opinion for such a crowd. But he had been feeling flirty. Flirty for someone who wasn’t even glancing his way.

Donnie fumed once more. Cursing in his mind as he lifted his drink and threw his head back. Maybe the taste would kill him. His eyes squeezed shut as the liquid poured down his throat and he tried not to gag. Bad decision.

When his eyes reopened it couldn’t have been at a worse moment. Leo was dipping you, his face leaning dangerously close to yours, his hand snug on your waist. Leo said something in your ear.

Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the heat. But when Donnie saw your darkened cheeks, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He stormed to the dance floor. Yanking Leo’s hand away from your body once you were upright.

“What’s up hermano?” Leo’s smile was grating. Donnie had to force himself not to snarl. He took your hand and pulled you after him. Leaving Leo. Leaving this place. He had to get out of here now.

“Donnie?!” You called out over the music. But you didn’t pull away. You let him lead you out of the club. Out on the sidewalk, then off to the alleyway.

“Is everything okay?” You asked once he finally stopped. When he turned to look down at you, your eyebrows were creased with worry. Lips pulled into a line. Donnie was cracking. He couldn’t do this any longer. Did you like Leo? Did you want a ‘face man’? Was he not enough anymore? Was he being replaced? The thoughts were suffocating him and he pulled you to his plastron, backing you into the building wall simultaneously.

“I’m here, but Dee you’ve gotta say something, I’m getting worried..” You mumbled into his clothes. Your arms going around Donnie’s shell, petting over his jacket. Offering him comfort. It wasn’t enough. He huffed his frustration.

“Should I go get your brother?”

It was the wrong thing to say. And this time he did snarl.

“No.”

Your hands froze. Falling back down to your sides. You’d never heard him so angry before. He couldn’t find it within himself to care at the moment. His displeasure written all over his face as you looked up at him.

“What’s going on?”

And Donnie remembered himself thinking that so many times with you. As you had took his breath away. And then again when you pretended like you couldn’t recall ever doing so.

“Don-“

He leaned down. Capturing your lips. Kissing you like you did to him. Only where you had made him breathless, this seemed to have the opposite effect. You puffed up. Bristling in his arms as you tried shoving him away.

It hurt.

He was much stronger than you. He could overpower you easily. But your push was like a blow to the plastron. He staggered back, all anger leaving him. A husk as he squeezed his fists shut, head hanging down as you berated him.

“What the hell was that?! Are you drunk?? Donnie what is going on? If you don’t fucking say something right now, I swear to god,”

“I don’t know!” He shouted back and it was enough to quiet you.

From there it was as if his mouth couldn’t be stopped. “I don’t know! I thought this was what we did. I didn’t hallucinate those three times you kissed me. Don’t deny it any longer!” He was heaving, face coming up to stare accusingly at you.

Your lips pressed together in a thin line.

“You kissed me! Drunkenly, but it was still there. And I can’t forget. I can’t pretend they never happened. I don’t know how you can.” His hands were in motion as he ranted. Throwing them out with the building of emotion.

“So I thought tonight would be no different. We’d get drunk. We’d dance. And we’d kiss! I want all of that. Even though I’d do it without the alcohol.” His voice cracked towards the end. But he continued to push on.

“But you danced with him. So I went and got drunk enough for the both of us.” He felt pathetic admitting this out loud. He staggered forward, unable to remain so far apart. Despite you having pushed him away. He was just a moth to your flame. He’d let himself be burnt.

“You like him more?” He asked in a voice so low it practically went unheard. His hand came up, a finger tracing down the side of your cheek.

“Is that it? Am I the second choice?” His lids lowered in time as he ran out of skin to skim. His hand fell away from your face but he had crowded you close to the wall once more. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

“That’s not true.” You exasperated. But that hardly cleared up anything for him. If that was the case then what were you doing dancing with his brother and not him? Why couldn’t he kiss you? Why were the both of you still pretending to be friends?

“Then pick me. Choose me.” Donnie pleaded. He didn’t care how needy it sounded. He’d do whatever it took. Get down on his knees if he had to. Because you had become a part of his life four years ago. Four years of a presence he didn’t know he needed. Up until it was far too late. And now there was no turning back. He’d be damned if he let you get away.

[mxkyu--x9e]

hiiii!!!!!!!! could I request best friend chan who confesses his feelings for reader on live not realizing they're watching? Hopefully this makes sense lol

|:: The chat's view on love

Author's note: Hii!!!! Thank you for much for this request!! I hope I wrote this to your expectations!! Thank you so much,I'm sorry if it's not to your expectations because it definitely did not make me happy!! But I hope it's good enough.

Synopsis: With Bang Chan's live, Stays swarm in, asking questions and such..and one slip of his tongue revealed a big detail on his life...poor boy's crush.

Warnings: Idol! Bang Chan|| fem! Reader|| nothing really, sorry if it's pretty short.

"No, Berry is actually doing good!! She's with Hannah in Australia, what are you talking about???" Chan asked the live with confused laughter, as he continued to talk with Stays on his chat. Almost a good few millions, actually.

As he answered questions, laughing softly it wasn't too big on his thoughts to really think everything through and see if Stays psycho-analyze everything he said or did. As he read out questions for himself, while playing random videos of his own entertainment.

"Chocolate or cookies and cream? I'm sorry...I gotta say cookies and cream, it's too bitter for me to eat chocolate in ice-cream." he said, shaking his head as he laughed. "How is your best-friend doing??" he read, and god was he delighted to talk about you!

He also took the time to check your texts from earlier this day, telling him to eat something, as he felt butterflies in his stomach and warmth in his chest, it was just adorable at how much you cared for him.

It felt delightful to get your texts, he didn't know why, it gave him some sort of joy...sure it meant he loved you, you're his best-friend after all, since his trainee years , but this just felt different...

Different from last month...He had no idea when it began, was it when you broke up with your stupid situationship type of boyfriend? Or was it when you personally came to see him after his group won and treated them all to dinner that night...

Maybe it was the fact that you cared for him so deeply, you got along well with Hannah and Berry and his entire family, the fact you always got a good morning and good night text for him in a weird way, how you're always ready to comfort him or others, how you're always the first to support him...It came naturally for him to fall in love with you, how couldn't he??

"They're actually doing pretty great. They recently got me a brand new rice cooker after my old one broke and I was crying to them about it...And god, was it so sweet!! It has bears drawn on it." Chan told the viewers, most commenting about "how cute!" they visualized it to be, how they'd like him to "show it!", and others as he laughed and nodded,

"I will, I will...when I can...But yeah, they've been good. I was texting them today about the new beats I was making and they told me very gently and sweetly, "go eat, la!!" and it's so cute! They're so adorable!!" he said, laughing, as he pressed his lips together to stop the biggest, giddy smile reaching his lips...

"I seriously adore them, they're such an important person in my life and I don't think I ever want to...I don't think I ever want them to leave me..or be apart and I don't want us to drift apart..I might not be making sense, but it's tr-true." he said,

"I ADORE them..." he said, before his eyes glanced up to catch the camera, and he quickly added, "Like a friend, of-course" His heart skipping a beat, as he thought of you again..perfect in his eyes, almost perfect.

He might have not noticed, but Stays definitely did. Speaking from the heart, his irises slightly growing large as he thought of you, an uncontrollable smile on his lips, the one smile where his tiny dimples start showing up as he smiles... That's love...not just admiration for a friend...

And you definitely knew it was love as you stared at the live with bright eyes, feeling flustered already, your stomach cramping in as if on a roller-coaster, you couldn't control your own smile after hearing his honey-dipped words...

The Stays watching knew the warmth those words spread, even in them...Like blankets on a particularly hard day when you simply want to cry, like the warm soup after feeling bad about yourself in the past few days, like the productivity you feel proud of after not living up to your standards, like that one friend's text after you feel left out...

It was warm and it spread to Chan's veins as he glanced at his phone, smiling down, seeing it was yours as he opened, his eyes widening as he scanned the words...

Trying to hide his urge to scream in happiness...But he heard a ping, and he quickly turned back up at camera, eyes widening a bit more that he was still Live..as he reached and looked at his phone, before hurriedly smiling towards the live and Stays,

"I-uh-I gotta go, Stays, a little-...Uh. A littl-emergency, I'm late-late to practice!!" he said, hurriedly shutting off the camera and picking up his phone, his bag and running out to see you as he struggled to put on some shoes, rushing down his apartment...tripping over his own feet slightly as he ran, smiling down at your text.

"I love you too. More than a friend though :)"

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[itsnathateasy]

aot characters reacting to you asking them “what are we?” (part 2)

warnings: just fluff word count: 1,4k author's note: i’m sorry if your fave isn’t here, even tho it’s a part 2! i focused on the characters i connect with the most, also, why did i go so overboard with zeke lol

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reiner simply goes “what do YOU think we are hehe…” you could tell he was being more awkward than before you popped the question, because he kept rubbing his palm on the nape of his neck, as he was getting more and more red by the second. “i guess i need some reassurance reiner. we’ve been dating for a while and i’d like to know what lies ahead, are we an item or are we casual?” “damn y/n, do you really wanna be in a relationship with me?” at this he plopped himself down on the chair, burying his head in his hands. “ugh… you do remember i’m in love with you, right? and you wanted to talk about moving in together soon, but we need to check another box first” you didn’t think you were being too mean, but reiner was silently sobbing?? (poor baby!) “hey… reiner… you don’t have to respond right now, i’m sorry to upset you… but we need to talk about this soon, yeah?”, you ran your hand from his shoulder, down to his arm. “nothing to talk about y/n… i’m in love with you too, i just… i can’t believe you see a future with me, you know?” you moved closer to him and he parted his knees a bit to rest your head between his legs as he kissed you on the forehead. “we’re an item, y/n, and we’re more than good… we’re more than good”

bertholdt didn’t understand the question at first, and asked you to “complete your sentence, y/n! what are we doing? what are we up to? what do you mean?” but the look on your face was enough for him to register the information and simply go “oh”. he sighed as he moved closer to you, clapping his hands together once (and quite awkwardly) before he spoke. “i know that i’m having the time of my life with you, everyday spent with you is wonderful and i love you so much. if the same applies to you, i’m confident we can make this official. what do you say, y/n?” your response being burying yourself in his arms and squeezing him as tightly as possible.

annie would probably give you a good glare when you ask her this, examining you with her gaze, not sure if you’re playing tricks on her or if you’re being serious. eventually, she’d drop the “playing it tough” facade and talk things through with you. “we probably should’ve talked about this way sooner, don’t you think y/n?” she questioned as she leaned her head closer to yours, your heads accidentally banging on each other, resulting in the both of you bursting into laughter. “well, you know what they say annie, friends who headbang together, stay together, i’m sure we can apply it to lovers too”, she smiled at you contently, one of the few times when her smile reached her eyes, her pupils dilating as she stared into your orbs. “you know what y/n, i’m certain we can apply it to lovers” she said as she sloppily banged her head on yours again.

historia gets so nervous she ends up crying, you have to console her back to calmness. it’s not that she’s bothered by your question, but it was too soon for her. “just let me explain myself, y/n”. she told you all about why she reacted like this, the main reason being she’s lost all of her family and many friends and is afraid to properly commit to anyone for fear that they might be gone as well. “are you willing to stick by my side y/n?” she asked you with pleading eyes. when you reassured her that you have all the time in the world, she finally relaxed into your embrace.

pieck was working on your car, half of her body presently concealed by the machine. however, she responds at once, not a tiny bit phased by your inquiry. “we’ve been dating for a while now, i think it’s high time we made our relationship official. plus, with zeke and porco being in town these days, it’s easier to plan our formal dinner, don’t you think? of course you should contact your friends too and make sure at least some of them are able to attend on such short notice. how about two sundays from now? we should get some decor too, right? and a banner that says “just married”, as a joke of course. we can discuss marriage after the party. y/n, are you still there?” she questioned when you didn’t respond. “just wasn’t expecting you to be so eager about this, but yes, it all sounds amazing pieck! can you come up from the car now so i can kiss you?”

you caught zeke in the midst of him completing some paper work, he was so focused, he paid you little mind. “what was that, y/n?” he asked. you didn’t respond, your arms folded on your chest. you weren’t dropping this AGAIN. you’d tried to discuss this matter with him before, but he’d asked you to put it off. this time, you were determined to get a proper answer, even if it meant waiting for him to acknowledge your question. “are you for real now?” he looked up at you, pen falling on the side by the way he was relaxing his grip on it. “i’m for real zeke. i can’t go on like this. i see so many of our colleagues flirting with you at the office and you do nothing. how am i supposed to feel? if i’m your sneaky link, i’d much rather know about it”. zeke pushed his papers aside and patted on his legs, motioning you to sit in his lap. “i never realised this was so important to you, i’m sorry. in my head, we’re very much together, but i see why you want to let the world know. also, i’m not addressing my colleagues’ flirting, as i never addressed yours…” at this point he pinched your cheek playfully “because we work together and i’m trying to keep things drama free, so i’m being friendly and declining their offers. but it’s just you and me babe, don’t worry your mind too much” he put his fingers on your chin, softly pulling your face upwards so that you’d face him. “do you want us to drive together at work tomorrow and walk in holding hands? hm? would that be okay with you?” “yes, zeke, but can we also do that everyday after tomorrow too?” “if that’s what you wish for, love” he said as he kissed you softly.

petra blushes all over and avoids your gaze. as the seconds pass and you get no response out of her, you realise she’s spiralling, you have to pull her out of her thoughts, which you do with a gentle squeeze on the arm. “no need to worry about it, petra. i’d just feel so much safer about us if i knew where we’re standing”. she put her own hand on yours, touching it softly before moving it away from her arm, so that she could hold your it in both of hers. “it’s understandable, y/n, this… conversation’s been long due… but we’re in a relationship, i think. i mean, we’re officially in a relationship. this is what you want too, right?” “yes, petra, of course it’s what i want!” you hugged her and kissed her all over her face, and, as if it was possible, she kept blushing more with each peck. “do you think we should tell captain levi, y/n?” you held back a laughter, before admitting that it was captain levi, who, in fact, encouraged you to talk things through with petra. “so… you mean that captain has known this entire time?” poor baby almost fainted out of embarassment.

yelena isn’t amused, and i mean, not at all amused, she thinks you’re pulling her leg. “seriously, y/n, you ask me this after you’ve met my family, been sneaking away with me during your patrols for months on end and basically everyone knowing we’re together??” she was glaring at you, her gaze filled with anger. “shit yelena, just making sure… we’ve never really discussed our relationship status before, that’s all… please don’t look at me like you’re about to kill me”. at this statement, yelena calmed down a bit, she hadn’t realised you were unsure of where you two stood. “i can forgive you neglecting your duties, but not you not thinking you’re mine”

[sl-vega]

Hi there! Recently stumbled upon your Hiori piece (I Don’t Know Much, But I Know I Want You) and Oh. My. Gosh. It’s amazing!! The story was so cute and I also love the little Karasu interactions you threw in; it matches their characters so well and it’s so well written! If you ever feel motivated or inspired to do so, I’d love to see where you’d take the piece in a part 2! No pressure of course, I just think that seeing how they’d interact in your writing would be really awesome. Currently on my way to binge read every other work of yours; I love your writing style o7

Thanks for reading my ask and have a lovely day!! :)

˚୨୧⋆｡ MALL MEET CUTES

part one // part two

pairing: Hiori Yo x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot, classmates to lovers, friends to lovers (?), pre-bluelock au/canon compliant

synopsis: hiori is still pretty damn smitten when it comes to you, so like the lovesick fool he his, he decides to drag karasu to the mall with him to help him find a gift to impress you, of course, in a strange turn of events it turns out you're at the mall too, so whatever shall our poor loverboy do when he sees you? (or in which hiori "soccer genius" yo, is dumb enough to ask karasu of all people for girl advice, and karasu like the wonderful friend he is, tags along for the drama)

CW/additional tags: mild language, potentially ooc, i actually did research on a mall in kyoto so look at me go, might make a part three if i really feel like it

author's note: AKJFJFHAFHKJ TYYY ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET, i'm so glad you liked the first part and all of hiori + karasu's interactions, it really means a lot to me that you thought i did them justice <3

"Would getting her makeup be a good idea?"

Hiori asked his senior as he stood outside of COLOUR STUDIO, it was a cosmetics store that he heard the girls in his class talk about occasionally , you among them.

"Or would that be too intimate? Do ya' think she'd think I'm trying too hard? Maybe we should've just stuck to stationery...."

Hiori bombarded Karasu with questions as he sighed and stared up at the daunting illuminated white sign of the shop.

His friend groaned and grabbed the sleeve of Hiori's light blue sweat shirt, dragging him into the store where a few employees and clerks gave them slightly concerned looks.

"No, we're here now so we may as well get something."

Karasu chastised his younger teammate as he escorted him into the lip product aisle, in which Hiori found himself surrounded by many unfamiliar brands with colourful packaging.

"Ya' sure know yer' way around Karasu, have ya' been here before?"

"I've been to their branch over in Osaka, my sister makes me get 'er shit whenever she runs out..."

Karasu plucked a small box from the middle of the shelf, making a point to read the label and the brand to make sure it was the one he needed.

"So what are you gonna get yer' special girl?"

He asked teasingly, as his slender fingers clutched around the small container he was holding.

"I dunno actually...I was hoping you might help me?"

Hiori replied, chuckling nervously. He already knew that Karasu had an older sister, so must have some knowledge on these kinds of things.

His teammate seemed to deadpan at his friend's request, feigning a hurt expression at his friend's question.

"So I'm just a personal shopping assistant to ya'? I'm hurt Hiori."

Karasu gave him a playful pout before breaking into a mild fit of laughter after Hiori swatted his shoulder. The older boy promptly turned to one of the shelves and tossed Hiori a small pink tube of lip gloss.

"Get 'er this one, the quality is pretty good and it has a reasonable price."

Karasu said nonchalantly as his back was still turned, still browsing through some of the shelves. Hiori looked down at the product tube and read out the label to himself.

"Canmake Candy Wrap Lip..."

He muttered as he rotated the slender cylinder in his hand, reading the adhesive tag on it, he realized that Karasu was right, the price was within his budget, and the packaging was rather cute, not to mention how the tube itself contained a good amount of product.

He was about to thank his friend before realizing that Karasu was back at the front counter of the store, probably asking one of the employees for help with finding something.

Observing his surroundings, Hiori thought that browsing the shop a little bit more couldn't hurt, he still had plenty of funds to spare, more than enough to buy you something else.

Hiori continued to browse the current aisle he was in, allowing his fingers to brush against the array of cosmetics, all neatly sorted and arranged by brand, type, and flavour.

As he continued to run his hand along the rows upon rows of products, he stumbled across another area of products that caught his eye.

"Rohto Mentholatum Lip Balm..."

He read the mini card board sign that was clipped to the shelf as he observed the packaging. The one's that were currently stocked were said to be peach flavoured, the price seemed fairly reasonable as well.

Now, that he thought about it, having a lip balm on hand would be pretty practical, Hiori hated the feeling of his chapped lips. Plus, he deserved some kind of reward.

Hiori reached for one of the tubes, and right before he was about to take the lip balm from the shelf, his fingers brushed against a stranger's hand who was reaching for the exact some one.

On instinct, Hiori pulled away, muttering a quick apology. He turned to said stranger to say tell them that they could take it before realizing that said stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Oh! Hiori?"

Oh God, it was you

"H-hey!"

He managed to squeak out as you gave him a soft smile, he was surprised he hadn't made a complete fool of himself yet. Without realizing it, he had promptly shoved the tube of lip gloss he was going to buy for you into his back pocket.

"Hi! I didn't realize you were the shopping type Hiori."

You greeted him once more as you observed the hand that quickly pocketed the lip tube, you didn't press any further however.

"Oh, I'm not actually, I'm just getting a gift for someone special..."

Hiori chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. He chastised himself for his wording, of course he had to say it like that, now if he gave you the gift you'd know for sure that he liked you.

But then again, that would spare him the humiliation of actually having to say it directly to your face, not that he ever wanted to confess in the first place...

"Someone...special? I didn't know you had a girlfriend Hiori..."

You trailed off, you sounded disappointed almost.

Hiori's face flushed at your words, he didn't mean to give you that idea. He could slowly feel heat creep up his neck as you continued to stare at him.

"Guess I shouldn't be that surprised..."

This time you were avoiding eye contact, you laughed somewhat bitterly. Were you jealous? Part of Hiori wanted to delude himself into thinking that, but another part of him wanted to die right there and then to avoid making a bigger fool out of himself.

"N-No I don't have a girlfriend actually!"

He assured you as his face turned an even brighter shade of red.

Where was Karasu when ya' needed him?

Suddenly, Hiori felt a light tap against his head. It was Karasu! His knight in shining armor, to save him from the train wreck of a conversation. His teammate was holding a small basket full of a few products, some mascara, eye liner, and a few skin cream tubs among them.

"I'm gonna go check out now, are ya' done yet?"

His friend asked as he rested his hand on Hiori's shoulder, Karasu looked up at you, realizing that there was company present.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You glanced between the two boys, you had recalled Karasu from Hiori's youth team, but you didn't know much about the older boy, but you had spotted him hanging around Hiori pretty frequently, so you assumed that they were fairly close.

"Oh, I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

You questioned as your eyes flickered between the two of them, your head was tilted slightly in curiosity. You noticed Karasu's grip on Hiori's shoulder tighten ever so slightly at the sound of your question.

Hiori shook his head frantically, Karasu was probably giving you that same unsettling stare he always used whenever he was sizing someone up on you.

"No! Not at all! But I should get going right about now..."

He assured you that nothing was wrong, but he was already flustered enough, and there was no way Karasu would let him hear the end of whatever this incident should be labelled as.

"Well I'll see you school I guess!"

You flashed him another bright smile before turning to Karasu, and you gave the older boy a curt and quick bow.

"I'm (Y/N), Hiori's classmate, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Karasu was caught off guard by your sudden politeness, but he returned the favour.

"Karasu."

He stated quickly before taking Hiori's hand in his own, you seemed to take note of this.

You were about to walk away, so you waved to them before saying;

"Have fun on your date!"

Wait what?!

If Hiori's face was red before, it was basically crimson by now. The girl he liked not only thought he was taken, but now she thought he was into guys?!

"W-we're not!-He's not-I'm not-"

Karasu simply wheezed at the current predicament, clearly amused by your assumption of Hiori and him's relationship and by his younger friend's sudden flustered expression.

"I wish! Don't worry yer' pretty little head off though, he's still avaliable∼. He's quite taken with you at that too."

Karasu teased as he winked at Hiori, clearly taking sadistic pleasure in his friend's suffering.

"Karasu!"

Hiori whisper shouted as his friend dragged him out the store, still laughing as the cyan-haired boy continued his flustered protests which bore no fruit.

Well at least you knew how he felt now...

BONUS!

"This is why I told ya' to quit flirting with me like that! People are getting the wrong idea about us..."

"Aww but I can't have random girls stealing you away from me∼"

"Shut up ya' stupid crow!"

"Make me prodigy∼"

[metalomagnetic]

Hi Metalo! First of all thank you very much for being such an not only amazing author but also such a nice person, in the last few days I went through majority of your works (which literally opened a whole new world for me) and the quality is absolutely insane and your replies to comments/Tumblr asks are so nice to read, always interesting and engaging. The thought put into your lore doesn't fail to blow my mind!<3 You are incredible! I hope your health will improve soon and without a problem!<3

Last chapter of It runs was such a pleasure to read, I loved cute domestic moments with Sirius and his kids the most and have a couple of questions.

1) Does Bella have favourite nephew?

2) Does Walburga have favourite grandchild?

3)Orion is Bella's ward, but what about other kids?

4) Who is whose best friend among kids? I imagine Harry's is Draco, and Orion is probably jealous about it, lmao

5) Did Astrid grow to actually love Harry or is she still pretending for Sirius's sake?

6) It seems like Orion&Marvelous genuinely view Harry as brother, but Sirius always notes that he is not Black (I remember he even think stuff like "perceived siblings"). Does he truly feel this way, or is he just feeling guilty before James and kinda lies to himself?

Very sorry if it's too much questions for one ask, I'm not all that familiar with Tumblr...

Thank you so much! 🥰

Orion

Orion 😂

Orion and Marvolo are Bella's wards. Helix is Regulus' (and Isadora's).

Harry and Draco are best friends! Orion gets along best with Regina and Regis. Marvolo, poor boy, is often left behind, but he has a couple of closer friends, like Avery's son and one of Yaxley's sons (that man has a lot of children).

Astrid does love Harry, but she will never love him as she loves her sons. But she does her best to treat them the same, even if not always quite successful. Hilariously, she sometimes *likes* Harry the best, because he's such a chill boy.

Everyone in that family has the awareness Harry is not a Black; even Orion and Marvolo, as they grow, they start to understand the difference. This is not just because of his last name that obviously settles him apart, but it is mostly Sirius' fault. And yes, it's because of James. Sirius would feel he's 'stealing' James' son, the last thing that remains of him, if he properly treated Harry like a Black. So in his mind there is always the distinction that Harry is James', not his. He does it out of love and loyalty to James, but perhaps it wasn't quite the best approach.

[hongcherry]

Helllooooo !!! How are you ? Hope you're doing good !

I've read your writings and DAYUMN ! YOU'RE THE BEST! All your stories got me really good and I love it ! and here I just want to ask for a request if it's still open :') Jimin x reader oneshot/drabble something like friends to lovers, reader's first time but she's not innocent coz she read spicy books. maybe like she's reading a spicy chapter and tend to ask about it with him and it led to confessions, dom!jm & aftercare (like detailed aftercare). you can make it how explicit you want 🤸‍♀️ You're so good in writing so i thought should ask for a smut :') I'm sorry and thank you in advance

📖 Pairing: bestFriend!Jimin x Reader (afab)

📖 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff; Best friends to lovers

📖 Warnings: Reader's a virgin, protected sex, p in v, soft sex, thigh riding, fingering, aftercare, pet names (kitten), breast play

📖 Word Count: 3.4k

📖 Betas: @wooahaeproductions and @the-boy-meets-evil, thank you both for looking it over and giving me your thoughts on the fic! 🥰

📖 Author's Note: Awh, anon, thank you so much for reading my works! I really love knowing people enjoy my writing style! I apologize for the long wait. I hope you like it 😊

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He runs his hands over my bare chest.  His touch is gentle, and I can feel my skin light on fire. Even though the fire burns, I can’t get enough of it.  I grab his hand and press it harder against my breast, moaning into the kiss at the feeling. All my thoughts are about him. It’s just me and him in this small world.

“That’s so cheesy,” you huff to yourself.

���What’s so cheesy?”

You jump at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“When did you get up?” you ask as you try to calm your racing heart. You slot your bookmark in your book before closing it.

Jimin glances down at the title and smirks. “Another one of your romance novels? What’s this one about? Poor girl finds rich prince and they live happily ever after?”

Jimin’s wearing a tight-fit shirt that has your eyes averting quickly.

You had never thought of Jimin in that way until recently. You’re noticing the little things of his physique. Like the way his muscles flex whenever he rakes his fingers through his hair, or how his thighs look huge in those stupid skinny jeans he likes to wear.

“No,” you argue. “But even if it was, that trope is still golden.”

“It’s cliche,” he retorts while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Not all cliches are bad,” you respond.

Jimin smiles as if he knows something you don’t.

“Whatever,” you lamely reply. “Thank me for letting you spend the night then get out.”

“Kicking me out so soon? Is your book that good?” He grins like he knows your dirty secrets.

Your cheeks heat as you’re reminded of the intimate scene you stopped at. You push aside the thoughts trying to invade your mind.

“A lot better than bickering with you,” you huff.

“Let me stay longer and I’ll pay for lunch,” he bargains.

Sighing, you agree. There’s no true reason to kick him out besides wanting to finish your book in peace. Though, Jimin’s usually good at becoming a fly on the wall once he gets situated. You figure you just need to wait twenty minutes and then you’ll both be doing your own things.

As you expected, you and Jimin are sitting on the couch thirty minutes later. He’s scrolling aimlessly through his phone, while you’re engulfed in your book.

His hands grip my hips tightly as I roll them along his thigh. Each glide has my clit brushing his muscles, and my moans don’t seem to stop. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Getting all worked up over my thigh.”

Does that actually feel good?

“Does what actually feel good?” Jimin asks.

If you were in an animated show, you’re sure you’d be the cat that leaped fifteen feet in the air after being startled.

“What?” you question, heartbeat picking up.

“What’s supposed to feel good?” he rephrases.

“It’s nothing,” you try to dismiss, but Jimin doesn’t let you. In one swift motion, he’s plucking the novel out of your hands and scanning the page quickly.

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly at the words, then glances at you. He looks shocked to see you reading something so vulgar. Though that expression soon turns into something more mischievous.

“You’re reading this while I’m sitting next to you?” he observes.

Your face warms. It was no big deal. It’s just a book. Sure, it’s more scandalous than others, but it’s still just a book.

You shrug to act as if you’re unbothered.

Jimin smiles and hands you back the book.

You take it slowly, eyes staring at his face to see what he’s thinking.

“Don’t let me stop you then,” he says before picking up his phone again. He contorts his face back in a neutral expression—giving you the impression he doesn’t care about your spicy novel anymore.

Inhaling deeply, you look at your book; however, it’s hard to continue reading.

No matter how hard you try, you end up reading the same sentence over and over again. Damn you for thinking out loud accidentally.

You finally give up trying and look at your best friend.

“Does it really feel good to rub yourself on someone’s leg? Like, that just sounds silly,” you blurt suddenly.

Jimin’s eyes flick up from his screen.

“How should I know?” he asks.

“Aren’t you experienced or something?” you scoff, recalling his several one-night stand stories.

“I am, but you should ask someone who would be in your position.”

You hum in thought.

You’ve been best friends with Jimin for years and have talked about sex multiple times. Although it’s usually him doing the talking since you’ve never had it before.

Maybe it’s time to finally take advantage of the fact your best friend is a guy. You could learn a thing or two that could help you in the future.

“Okay, then answer this: Do guys actually find it attractive when girls squirt?” you wonder. You remember reading something about it in the last novel you picked up.

Jimin’s eyes go wide again. “Why are you suddenly asking me these kind of questions?”

“Well, you know… I’ve never done it, and I’m curious about stuff,” you begin to say. “You have experience, so you can help provide some insight. I might be less awkward when I finally do it.”

He blinks a few times then adjusts himself on the couch—appearing less stunned than a few seconds ago.

“Alright, I’ll answer your questions,” he announces.

You smile, grateful he’s not making fun of you or rejecting your request. You’re more comfortable asking him these questions than some random person on the street.

“Start with the one I just asked,” you remind.

“The answer is yes,” he simply replies.

“Really? Why? You just get soaked with… liquid.”

Jimin chuckles softly.

“It’s hot,” he shrugs.

“Hmph, okay,” you trail off as you think of your next one. 

“So, you’ve had someone rub against your thigh?” you ask, still caught up with the events in your book.

“Actually, no,” he chuckles.

Your eyes widen. “Really?!”

He laughs. “Just because I’ve had sex before, doesn’t mean I’ve tried everything.”

“So,” you say slowly, “you don’t know if it feels good.”

Jimin watches you attentively. He’s quiet for a few seconds too long but finally replies.

“Why don’t you try it yourself?”

You scoff. “And who am I supposed to try it with? I guess I could use a pillow…”

“Try it with me.”

Your heart drops.

Did he just suggest you two…

“You’re kidding,” you state.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m serious. We've both never tried it, and since you’re so curious about it, might as well. You’re safe with me, remember?”

He had a point. You could see what this whole “thigh riding” hype was about with someone you could trust.

The big issue with this was trying to keep your feelings at bay. Day by day, they’ve been getting stronger. And part of you wasn’t sure if it was pure lust, or if you genuinely had feelings beyond friendship. Perhaps this was your chance to find out.

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop,” he repeats. “We’re both in a safe environment. No judgment. No teasing. We’re just trying something new together.”

“Okay,” you say. “Let’s try it.”

Jimin gives you a reassuring smile and situates himself better on the couch for you. Once he’s done, he gestures to come. The new position has them looking thicker, already igniting something in your lower belly.

You’ve felt it before while reading your books, but this time felt more intense.

You slowly make your way toward him. As soon as you’re within reach, he places his hands on your hips and rubs at them soothingly.

“Let’s take these off, okay?” Jimin suggests and tugs on the waistband of your shorts.

“Okay,” you agree softly, pushing the clothing down your legs until you’re left in your basic tee and underwear.

Jimin smiles at you, easing your nerves.

“Now, sit,” he says while tapping one of his thighs.

Nodding, you straddle the thigh he gestured to. Though rather than actually sitting, you hover above it.

Jimin places his hands gently on your hips and lowers you all the way down.

You expect to feel sparks in your body, but there’s nothing. It’s not as described in your book.

“You need to move, silly,” Jimin instructs softly. There’s no mockery in his tone; he’s just keeping the tone light to not scare you away.

“I—I’m not sure how,” you mumble, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Jimin nods and then pulls your hips forward once then backward.

The act causes your clit to be brushed, making your mouth fall open slightly. It takes Jimin to guide your hips a few more times until you’re getting the hang of it.

You’re slowly rolling your hips against his leg, hitting your sensitive area so much that you’ve started breathing heavily.

“How does it feel?” Jimin asks gently.

“G-good,” you reply. You’re beginning to understand how your character feels in the book.

“What about now?” he asks, and then he’s tensing his muscles.

You let out a small gasp at the new feeling and instantly grind harder. Your hands glide down his chest, feeling his toned torso before gripping the ends of the material. You clutch it tighter–anchoring yourself to him.

Jimin simply smiles at your reaction, continuing to clench and unclench his muscles until you’re whining something too low for him to understand.

“What is it?” he coos.

“I-I need more,” you speak louder, legs growing tired; however, the addiction to the feeling forces you to keep going.

“More?” Jimin repeats as he thinks about what you mean. “Oh.”

“Please, Jiminie,” you plead.

Jimin’s breath hitches at the look you give him.

“Are you sure? You want me to be your first?” he asks.

You nod frantically. “I feel safe with you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly before lifting you off him.

You whine again, but Jimin shushes you gently as he readjusts you on the couch so your back is pressed into the cushions. Jimin spots the wet patch on your underwear, smiling at seeing how worked up you got over riding his thigh. Gradually, he starts to remove your panties.

He bites his lips at your wet core, trying to suppress a moan. Jimin slowly runs his fingers through your slick folds, which causes your hips to buck once. He does this twice more to ensure his fingers are coated thoroughly with your arousal. Then, he’s rubbing your clit with his other hand as he gradually pushes one finger into your tight hole.

You gasp, walls tightening around his digit briefly before you’re mentally telling yourself to relax. You’ve touched yourself before, but it’s different when it’s coming from someone else.

Jimin’s soon inserting a second finger, then a third when you’re ready. Each finger stretches you out more than the last. He unhurriedly pumps his fingers, fingers rubbing your walls delightfully. He curls his fingers and brushes against a spot that has you gasping.

“Already doing so well for me,” he murmurs. 

His fingers begin to slide faster, rubbing the same spot until you’re moaning his name with shaky legs. You feel your walls grip his fingers, but before anything else happens, Jimin pulls away.

“Sorry, kitten, but I didn’t want you to come just yet,” he smiles, then stands from the couch.

You watch with rapt attention as he strips his lower half. The size of his cock has your eyes widening. It seems too big to fit, and there’s a small part of you that’s scared it’ll hurt.

Jimin senses your worry. “I’ll go slow. Just tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“O-okay,” you agree.

“Good,” he replies, then takes out a condom from his wallet that was on the coffee table, and slides it on. You’re not too surprised he has one with him. 

While he does this, you sit up slightly and remove your shirt and bra.

Jimin eyes you, gaze roaming your bare body.

“Fuck, you’re so stunning,” he groans slightly and leans down. 

His lips meet yours in a languid kiss, gently parting your lips with his tongue. With his mouth still against yours, he pushes you back down onto the couch.

He settles himself between your legs, adjusting you slightly to accommodate him. Your arms wrap around his neck while he props himself up on either side of your head.

Jimin travels one hand down your chest and massages one of your breasts. You moan into the kiss, arching your back into his hand. He pinches your nipple carefully, causing you to squirm slightly.

Jimin chuckles, pulling away for a small breather, but then he’s on your mouth again.

Though you don’t mind. Jimin’s lips are addicting, and you could easily kiss him for the rest of the day.

His hand moves to your other breasts, groping and pinching while he kisses your lips swollen.

The need between your legs is growing. It almost makes you delirious with how badly you need him inside you.

“Please,” you plea softly against his lips.

He nods, pulls away from the kiss, and glides his hand down your body until it’s on his cock.

Jimin rubs his dick between your folds a couple of times before aligning the tip with your entrance. Ever so gracefully, he’s pushing the head inside, watching the way your pussy stretched for him.

You whimper, tightening your hold.

“Shh, just relax. I just need you to relax and breathe,” Jimin instructs softly.

You nod and do as he says. Jimin pushes in further, gradually inserting more of his length until he’s filled you up with everything he has.

He remains still, murmuring encouraging words and kissing you softly to distract you from any pain you feel.

After a while, you tell him to move. The feeling of his cock gliding against your walls has you seeing stars. The pain from the stretch has left and been replaced with pure pleasure.

Jimin takes his time with you. He’s moving so carefully that you reassure him he can move a little faster. So he does. He increases his speed, but it’s still at a pace that won’t hurt you. Just enough for you to feel more.

“How are you doing?” he asks, breathing heavier than before.

“S-so full,” you mumble. “This feels so good. You feel so good.”

Jimin smiles and pecks your lips. “You feel good, too.”

You grin back. Something in your chest blooms at his praise. You like knowing you’re making him feel just as good as he’s making you feel.

Jimin leans down to place open-mouth kisses against your neck. He continues to rock his hips as he sucks and nips on your skin. His tongue laps against those areas to soothe them before he moves to the next. 

After a while, he moves away from your neck and snakes a hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“Oh!” you exclaim, head pressing against the cushions roughly. The act makes the knot in your tummy tighter. Your legs begin to shake as your walls contract around his length.

“I-I think I’m close,” you say.

“Just relax and let go, kitten. I’m right here. I’ve got you,” Jimin reassures and increases the movements of his hips and fingers.

You close your eyes, mind zeroing in on the pleasure he’s inflicting on your body. The pleasing stretch of your pussy, the rubbing of his cock against your walls, the quick circles on your clit. It all pushes you over the edge.

Jimin curses under his breath as you climax around him. You’re shuddering under him; his name falling heavenly from your mouth. Jimin can’t last any longer and comes with you, filling the condom with his seed.

You hold onto Jimin as you slowly come down from your high. Sweat coats both your bodies, both breathing heavily from the intensity of it all. After a while, Jimin carefully pulls out.

You whine at the feeling, but Jimin eases you with a few rubs on your thigh.

Jimin leaves to discard the condom in the bathroom. You hear the water running and the sound begins to lull you to sleep. However, just as you’re teetering on the edge, Jimin’s picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

You see he’s drawn a bath for you both.

He slips you in first, then follows suit. He sits behind you while you sit between his legs—back against his chest.

The warm water feels good on your aching muscles. You didn’t even realize how sore you feel until now.

It’s silent for a long time, but just being near Jimin feels nice. He started to massage your body, laying a few kisses here and there as time passes.

You’re the first to break the silence.

“Thank you.”

“What for?” he asks.

“For letting me try new things with you.”

He chuckles. “Well, what did you conclude? Does thigh riding feel good?”

“It did,” you murmur, “but what came after felt better.”

You half expect him to make an egotistical joke, but he doesn’t.

“I agree,” he smiles and pecks your neck.

“Do you feel awkward with me now?” you wonder. The idea of ruining a great friendship just so you could “try things out,” makes your mouth taste sour.

“No, I feel,” he pauses, “I feel closer to you.”

You glance back at him, causing his hands to slowly fall away from your body.

“Closer as friends or,” you trail off.

Jimin smiles shyly, eyes glancing away briefly. You admit that the idea of being with Jimin in a romantic way has crossed your mind before, but you never let it linger. It’s never been something you really wanted. However, you know if you actually sat down and considered it, it’d solidify the idea more. Right now you were fine with being friends.

Though, if the opportunity to be more ever arose…

“Do you like me, Jimin?” you ask.

Jimin’s eyes grow at your question. “Of course I do! This didn’t change anyth—”

“As more than friends?” you clarify.

He’s quiet again. You think you’ll have to ask again, but he finally speaks. “I think I’m starting to feel that way.”

Although you like the response, you wonder if he would feel the same if he hadn’t just had sex with you.

“Was the sex that good?” you tease, trying to get your answer in a discreet way.

Jimin shakes his head instantly. “No—I mean, yes. It was amazing, but I didn’t grow those feelings because of it. I—I started to like you more than a friend a few weeks ago.”

“Oh?” you express, half surprised and half relieved.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair nervously. “It was when you bought all those donuts for that group of high schoolers.”

You laugh and raise your brows. “Seriously?”

He shrugs sheepishly.

“That’s sweet,” you comment and lean back against him. This time, you rub his thighs soothingly. There’s no sexual intent behind your actions, just want to repay for the massage from earlier.

“Would you want to try to be something more?” he asks, hands resting on your sides.

There’s a fear that it won’t work out and your friendship will be over. However, you’ve already done something that could terminate your friendship. You’ve heard of exes staying friends, so maybe you and Jimin could be like that if things didn’t work out.

Jimin is a great guy. He’s caring, thoughtful, and loyal. Plus, he’s handsome and attractive. Even his “red flags” aren’t necessarily evil–unless you consider leaving the toilet seat up evil. There aren’t many reasons to deny him. Again, it’s not that you didn’t like him like that.

So, with a smile on your face, you nod. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“I’m glad to hear,” Jimin says. You can tell by his cheery tone that he’s grinning like you.

“So, maybe next weekend can be our first date as a couple?” he asks. “If that’s too fast, just tell me.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Next weekend sounds perfect.”

Jimin hums, turning you carefully so you’re facing him. Then, he’s pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

You have a feeling you’re going to fall for Park Jimin embarrassingly fast.

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[steveshairychest]

Popular children's fantasy author Eddie x Steve, whose daughter drags him along to every single one of Eddie's fan signings and book launches.

Steve pretends it's a big inconvenience to hold his daughter's place in the line while she quickly zips around the store to pick out more books for Eddie to sign. "You're gonna work the poor guy to death." Steve laughs when she stumbles over to him with an armful of Eddie's books that she didn't already have.

He doesn't even look at the prices as he takes the heavy load from her.

"Do you have your questions ready? You're next." He whispers to her. She nods excitedly, her hair bounces with the movement, and it's moments like these that Steve's reminded just how much she looks like his ex. Nancy's genes really shoved all of his out of the way.

"Oh, it's you guys again! Hi! I was wondering if you'd show up today." Eddie beams at his daughter and then up at Steve. He's got on these big, dorky glasses and his hair is pulled back out of his face; it suits him.

Steve tries not to swoon as Eddie remembers Steve's daughter's name and listens intently to all her questions about his upcoming series. He's signing all the books without breaking eye contact with her and Steve is suddenly very jealous of his 10 year old. Maybe he should get something signed so that he can stare into those gorgeous brown eyes and drown in their intensity.

"I'll see you guys at the book reading?" He's staring at Steve when he asks. His daughter nods enthusiastically and gathers up her pile of signed books.

Steve clears his throat and shrugs, trying to play it cool. "I'm being dragged there whether I like it or not."

"Dad, you bought the tickets for it weeks ago. You said you like the way he makes funny voices for the characters." She giggles at the utter look of betrayal on his face and skips off to put her books on the checkout counter, leaving Steve standing there very flushed and embarrassed.

Eddie puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, he's smirking up at Steve with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes. It's probably just the reflection of the lights in his glasses. "You like my silly voices?"

Steve rubs a hand down his face and groans quietly. "You're both insufferable. Good bye, thanks for signing her books."

"Wait, Steve." He fidgets with the black marker in front of him and looks anywhere but at Steve when he says, "Check inside the first book." And then another kid is coming up in front of him and he's all big smiles and excited nodding as he listens to everything they say.

He briefly glances up at a confused Steve and winks before giving his attention back to the kid.

Steve pays for the books and waits until they are back in the car to reach into the bag and snatch the first book up. "What are you doing?" She asks.

"Seeing if he spelled your name right."

"He always spells my name right." She points out. Steve ignores her and flips the book open. He immediately gasps and closes it again, his eyes wide as he stares at his daughter in shock. "Wait, did he actually spell it wrong?!"

"No, I- uhm." He opens the book once again and, to his daughter's shock, rips out the bottom corner of the first page. "Oops, sorry. I'll buy you another one!"

She, of course, immediately dobs on Steve when he drops her back off at her mother's place. And all he can do is shrug and indure the glare that Nancy is shooting him. "My hand slipped."

"Mhmm." She shoos their daughter inside with promises to go to the park with her friends later and then when she's out of ear shot, Nancy rounds on him with a finger jabbing into his chest. "Show me."

Steve takes a shocked step back, his hand instinctively touching the pocket he shoved the ripped corner in. "I- I don't know what you mean."

"Steve, I'm not stupid. You only go to those book signings to make googly eyes at that Eddie guy. Did he finally give you his number? Show me or I'm taking her to the book reading." She's holding her hand out expectantly.

Sometimes Steve forgets that they were married; that she can read him like a book. "You scare me sometimes." He grumbles and reluctantly pulls out the crumpled, torn page and drops it into her perfectly manicured hand.

"God, his writing is awful."

"I think it's cute."

She hands the paper back to him and gently squeezes his hand, a soft smile pulling at her lips. "I hope he makes you happy."

A shocked laugh explodes out of Steve as he shoves the number back into his pockst for safe keeping. "It's just a phone number, Nance, not a marriage proposal."

She shrugs her shoulders and heads back inside. "Whatever you say. Oh, you might want to shower before the book reading. You smell like burger grease, which is weird considering I told you not to buy her that crap before dinner." It's said playfully but Steve knows it's a strike on the bad dad board.

She has so many rules it's hard to keep up with them.

"Can I borrow your shower?" He goes to cross the threshold of their once shared home but Nancy stops him gently with a hand on his chest.

It's too soon. He can see it in her eyes. She can play nice and be his friend but she won't play house.

"I'll be back at 7:30." She nods curtly and closes the door.

They've only been divorced for 5 months and he knows that Nancy isn't handling it as well as he is. He'd said some awful things, drunkenly told her that their entire marriage was a lie, was just a way for him to pretend to be normal and live a normal life. She'd known for a while that he didn't love her anymore but had ignored it for their daughter's sake, but it didn't last long. The second those words were out of Steve's mouth, she'd made him leave.

She'd silently pointed to the door and Steve knew that things were done.

It was time to stop playing house.

[weirdmageddonarchives]

We'll Meet Again...

And boy oh boy did we!

Hello, and welcome to the archives! It truly is a pleasure to have you here. After the release of the book of bill, and Thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com, there's been a lot of mysteries uncovered as of late. So, I thought, why not document it like the authors (or one author in particular) before us?

And so came the blog! And.. the website?

That's right! The Weirdmageddon Archives has a website! This is where everything will be stored. Ciphers, clues, keys, and solved puzzles- EVERYTHING! As of right now it's in a more W.I.P. stage, but it will be up and running in no time. Think of it as a sort of Wikipedia for what we've found so far and what we will find in the future.

So, what's the point of this blog?

Glad you asked that question my dear friend! This blog is to not only document progress of the site, but to interact with the fanbase and gather as much data as we can for the sites initial launch. Our first project will be focused on Thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and all the codes you can put in- but after that is free game! Everything from the show, to the comics, hell! Even the cipher hunt! It's an archive, after all- and with how much media becomes lost over time through poor documentation, it's something that I find important to keep safe.

With all said..

Thank you for reading this post! I hope you follow along the project- and if you don't? Well, I'm sure we will see each other again in a different form and a different time. Either way, I'm excited to see where this may lead us. - The Keeper

[ragewerthers]

Heathen's Fantasy

Summary: Geto just wanted to enjoy some quiet time between classes. Gojo... wanted to share a fantasy. Authors note: Happy Halloween!!! I wanted to join in on the fun of tktober with the fantastic prompt list that @otomiyaa and @ticklygiggles created for this year! It's been forever and a day since I've written and I hope that I have done these two justice! I just want them to stay friends and be happy and not have all the other terrible, TERRIBLE things happen!!!!

This is for Day 30: Fantasy! Enjoy! :D

Word count: 1235

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“Geto?”

“...“

“Suguru?”

“...”

“Suuuuguuuuruuuuu~”

Geto sighed deeply, looking up from the book he had been reading. They had decided to take a break in the small quad in the center of the Jujutsu campus, but apparently, ‘take a break’ meant something completely different in Gojo Satoru’s brain.

But then again, so many things did.

“What, Satoru?” he asked, holding his place in his book with his forefinger as he turned to look at the white haired menace he considered his boyfriend.  His boyfriend who had been trying for the better part of two minutes to try and get his attention for something that was more than likely ridiculous.

Gojo smiled brightly as he saw the man giving him his undivided attention…and then promptly turned away and gave a little shrug.  “No, no it’s fine.  I can tell you’re more interested in your book.  I can wait,” he replied flippantly, waving a dismissive hand as he leaned back against the  worn wooden bench they were sitting on.

Geto felt his eye twitch at that, opening his mouth and then closing it again almost as quickly.

No.

No, he was not going to fall into one of Gojo’s little traps.

Not today white-haired satan!

After taking a deep breath he gave a little shrug and turned back toward the story he had been trying to invest himself into.

He should’ve known better.

“It’s just that…,”

Geto had never felt the urge to scream more.

“... I did have a question, though I’m sure it wouldn’t interest you,” Gojo continued as if Geto wasn’t currently wondering who he had angered to have this man forced into his life.

Gojo turned to look at Suguru, his eyes flickering down for a moment to take in the poor book Geto was currently white-knuckling in his grip.

The smug grin that crossed his features was enough to make Geto feel feral.

“Oh?  Are you finally done reading?” Gojo asked innocently, as if he hadn’t orchestrated the whole thing.

Geto turned to glare at his partner.  “What is your question, Gojo?” he asked through gritted teeth, just wanting to get this whole back and forth over with so he could have some peace.

“Oh!  That’s right, my question!” Gojo said with excitement before scooting a little closer and wrapping an arm around Geto’s shoulders.  “Do you want to hear a fantasy of mine that I’ve had all day?”

Geto’s annoyance quickly turned to confusion.  “.... what?”

Gojo’s smile grew as he leaned in conspiratorially.  “Do you want to hear a fantasy of mine?  Something that’s been bothering me all day?”

Narrowing his eyes at the man to try and see if he could figure out a motive for this odd question, Geto found himself coming up short.  “You’ve been annoying me for the last five minutes… because you want to tell me a fantasy that popped into your head?”

Gojo nodded at that, giving the man’s shoulder a little shake.  “Yes!  Because it involves you!”

Geto felt his face instantly flush at that, his eyes widening as he realized that he was now even more uncertain about what this fantasy could entail.

“Oh?  I think that blush is more than enough of a sign that you want to know,” Gojo teased, ducking just that bit closer so that his lips barely touched Suguru’s ear.

“W-what are you going on about?” Geto asked, his throat feeling tight as he tried to hide the shake in his voice, uncertain where this particular train of thought was going and where they both might end up.

“It’s something I’ve been craving all day… something that has been on my mind since I saw that frown on your face this morning on the train.  The one that’s followed you all day from class to class,” Gojo whispered softly against him, making Geto shiver.  “My fantasy… is wanting to see you smile.”

Geto gave a little huff at that, shaking his head, but still feeling uneasy somehow.  “That fantasy has an easy answer then.  Stop bothering me-HEE!”  The unbidden shriek that escaped Geto was something even he could’ve never imagined.  Nor could the poor flock of birds that had been resting in a nearby tree as they all took flight after that chaotic noise.  Of course this was no thanks to the white-haired devil's hand that had snuck down to scribble against his lower ribs, even as his other arm stayed wrapped tight around him to keep him from running.

Gojo was more than amused at the events unfolding before him.  His eyes twinkled brightly even with their already ethereal glow.

“Oh ho?  You think that’s the only way, Suuuuguuuruuuu?” he sang lightly, quickly ducking down to nuzzle into the man's neck even as his hand continued to scribble and vibrate against those sensitive lower ribs.

Geto couldn’t suppress a ridiculous snort from escaping him as he tried to bunch up his shoulders to protect his neck.  Sadly, his poor book had to be sacrificed to the ground as his hands attempted to latch onto Gojo’s only to find he couldn't get a good hold of him.

“N-no fahahahair!” Geto cried out as he realized that even though he had tried, he had still managed to get caught up in a Gojo trap.  Merely of a different and more ticklish kind.

“Of course it’s fair!” Gojo teased as he blew a raspberry under Geto’s ear, making the man screech and kick out his legs, almost sending them both toppling from the bench.  “You’ve been a grump and ignoring me all day!  Why can’t I have the nice fantasy of making my boyfriend smile?!”

Gojo moved his hand to spider against Geto’s stomach, making the other man’s laughter kick up as he attempted to curl in on himself in defense.

“Nohohot thehehehere!  You heheheheathen!  Oh gahahahad!” Geto squeaked out through his laughter, his arms coming around to try and protect that weak spot only for his boyfriend to go back to tasing his lower ribs.  “WAHahahait!  I wahahasn’t ignoring you!  I w-wahas!  AH!  I was stuhuhudying, you dihihihick!”

“You were studying my what?!” Gojo pretended to mishear, chuckling when it made Geto laugh harder.

“Y-You heheheheard mehehehehe!  Stahp it!  Plehehehase!  Truhuhuce!”

In an instant the mini assault stopped and Geto found himself leaning heavily against his partner, residual laughter still escaping him as his heart fluttered in his chest.

“There we go.  Fantasy fulfilled,” Gojo cooed, ducking down to press a kiss to Geto’s hair, even as the man tiredly tried to swat him away.

“You… are a menace… and a heathen… of the highest ranking I have ever met,” Geto panted, glancing up to see Gojo narrowing his eyes with a pout.

“What other heathens have you been seeing?” Gojo asked and Geto snorted at the remark before sitting up with a soft smile on his face.

“None that have anything on you,” he promised, leaning in to peck a small kiss to his partner's lips, enjoying the small sigh it elicited from the other man.  “Now that you’ve fulfilled your fantasy, does this mean I can read in peace?”

Gojo brought a hand up to gently cup Geto’s cheek, his smile soft and fond.

“No.”

And soon enough the campus was once again filled with the unrestrained laughter of one Geto Suguru and the maniacal cackle of his beloved Gojo.

[oph3liatlou]

— WHITE ORCHIDS

pairing(s) - prince!nikolai lantsov x sarcastic!f reader

word count - 920

warnings - none, just pure fluff.

proofread? - yes

note from author - totally not based off nikolai and zoya 🫣

summary - nikolai is looking for a queen, for ravka - he knows what’s best for the country yet, he can’t stop thinking about you.

Nikolai was forced to pick a Queen for the Ravkan court - and quite soon. He sighed gently looking over possible suitors for himself.

He had always been a man of business but, he also tended to follow his heart - which, made options practically impossible. He thought of the perfect person for himself.

“Hello?” You asked, pulling him out of his day dream. You didn’t care that he was the future king, nor did you care about labels like moi tsarevich. Regardless, you liked to believe Nikolai thought of you as a friend. “Are you even listening to me?” You snapped, in your usual blunt way.

“Huh?” He asked looking up from his idle staring, now looking at you. Your beauty radiated, warming his otherwise dullened heart.

“Sorry…yes, yes - I’m listening.” He says, smiling softly as he gazes back at her through his green eyes. “What were you saying again?”

You rolled your eyes at him in annoyance. “If you were listening, you would have known what I said." You grumbled, as you flipped through a stack of papers. Nikolai had asked you to help him narrow down the suitors for a Queen - he said you had great judgement.

Nikolai ignored the fact that you were obviously irritated with him. “Well, let’s see…” He looked over your shoulder at the papers you were reading. “Do you have any favourites for me? Any names that stick out at first glance?” His voice had his usual arrogance and charm to it.

You shook your head in disgust. “All of these people are-“ You went to say an inappropriate insult, but decided against it. “-unqualified.”

Nikolai laughed. “Well, that’s quite…frank, isn’t it?” He chuckled again in amusement. “We do have some time, I can arrange for some new suitors after all. Perhaps we can also consider other countries?” He suggested.

This brought a small chuckle out of you - even though it was still sarcastic. “Like any Fejerdan or Shu Han would marry you…”

“I don’t see how that’s so far-fetched. Plus, we could make an alliance out of it.” Nikolai said, slightly annoyed at your comment. “I’m the future of Ravka - also handsome and intelligent…who wouldn’t want to marry me?”

You raised another eyebrow at him, looking up at him from your papers. “Was that a rhetorical question or - should I answer you?” You smiled sarcastically.

Nikolai smirked at you shaking his head. “I do enjoy your…remarks - it’s amusing.” He said playfully. “So go ahead - who wouldn’t want to marry me?”

“Lots of people.” You scoffed.

He gave you another smile. “You are quite the wit.” He said, “Does my status alone, not make me desirable?”

You sighed. “Ravka is poor now, since the Darkling destroyed it. Your status doesn’t matter anymore.” You paused before continuing. “You should change the currency into gold, that way we’d profit more with the ports and the ships.” You trailed off flipping through more papers.

Nikolai thought on your solution for a moment. He knew you were right. “Doing that would also make Ravka more desirable for the other countries - not that I really want to marry into them.” He muttered the last sentence under his breath.

But you heard him anyway. “Why not?”

He wasn’t sure if he needed to explain himself or not. “The Shu Han have their strict cultural rules, the Fejerdans have their…obsession with blood.” He said carefully. “I doubt they’d want to make an alliance with Ravka - and I doubt I fit their criteria.”

He had a point. “Well, then what do you want?” You continued. “Because I hate to break it to you but, these women are all useless.” You grumbled pointing to the papers again and walking towards the window.

Nikolai sighed. “I know these candidates are not…good choices. Which is why I had asked for your help.” He paused thinking and then speaking again. “I have…a personal preference, you know?”

You laughed turning back towards him. “You’re seriously an idiot if you marry one of them-“

Nikolai was getting a little annoyed at your statements. “You’re saying I should ignore the expectations and rules of the monarchy and instead, marry someone I desire?” He asked in a teasing voice. “Because, I already have someone in mind I’d want to be my wife.” He said charmingly.

You knew what he was getting at, you had known all along but - you were also too stubborn. “Good for you,” You paused. “I guess you don’t need my help anymore then.” You also, didn’t want to make the situation more awkward.

He was your best friend. And admitting it, would make it all too real.

Plus the fact that he was a prince and you, we’re just a simple Grisha.

Nikolai chuckled, he knew you knew. It was all just unspoken words. “Who’s to say she’d want to marry me anyway…” He stated.

“She wouldn’t.” You admitted. “Not yet anyway.”

“You sound quite confident about that.” He said teasingly. “Are you suggesting that I need to win her over?” He asked with a smirk.

You smiled at your banter. “I’m sure she’d appreciate some flowers.”

Nikolai rolled his eyes at your suggestion with a smile. “You seem to know a lot about her.”

You smiled with a nod before turning to leave the room. You paused for a moment. “I prefer white orchids.”

Nikolai was at a loss for words for a moment as his eyes followed you walking into the hall.

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter Two: Tire Swing —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex

Author's Note: New updates coming soon! This one's sort of short but kit just fit that way. Also, if you notice each chapter is named after a song from the movie, if you wanna listen during reading...enjoy!

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SCHOOL WAS THE LAST PLACE I WANTED TO BE RIGHT NOW. Surrounded by people who I hated, who hated me. No one knew besides Kenny and Kyle, but somehow it felt like everyone was staring at me. Like everyone did actually know. I hated it. As if the perfect way to pull me out of my hatred, a was roughly knocked into by one of my fellow peers, watching as he let my book tumble to the ground, and break. Fantastic.

“Your book fell apart.” He teased, laughing as he and his friends walked away. I nodded, bending down to pick up my book, glaring at his chuckling face.“It must have looked at your face.” He said again, making his friends laugh even harder.

The funny thing is that Steve Rendazo secretly wants me. Jocks like him always want freaky girls. Girls with horn-rimmed glasses and vegan footwear and goth makeup. Girls who, like, play the cello and read McSweeney's…And wanna be children's librarians when they grow up. Oh, yeah, jocks totally eat that shit up. They won't admit it because they're supposed to be into cheerleaders. Like Wendy, who incidentally is into emo losers like my brother.

“All right, people. We're doing a chromatography lab today. So find your partners and break into groups of four.” Our science teacher announced, making me smile over at Kyle as he smiled nervously back. I couldn't tell if the nervous smile was due to my visit the other day or if it was just his normal awkward teenage boy smile, but he seemed a tad more nervous than usual. We moved to get with our lab groups, me and Kyle standing beside each other opposite Clyde and Bebe, our usual lab partners.

Beside my boys, I had always been rather close with the girls as well. Bebe included, which was what drew us to group together in the lab. I loved Bebe, and I loved Clyde just as much, but it was easy to say work was rather difficult to complete with the two lovebirds. And bless his poor little soul, but I have absolutely no idea how Clyde managed to get into this class in the first place. I'm almost positive he cheated on Kyle's placement test.

“Well, there's nothing like experimenting.” I said, extra cheerily making Kyle chuckle nervously, before handing me his notebook.

“I did the prep questions for this lab, so you can copy my answers…” He said, making me pout at him.

“Oh, I couldn't copy your work.” I said, smiling at him as he turned to me with furrowed eyebrows.

“You copy my work every week.”

“True.” I sighed, taking his notebook. “I'm kind of a deadbeat lab partner.” He pouted back at me, reciprocating the look I gave him earlier.

“I think you definitely bring something to the table.” He reassured me, picking up the small round paper for us to begin our lab.

“Charisma.” I said, both Kyle and I nodding with agreement, before I turned to the other two, clapping my hands with even more fake cheer than before. “So who's ready for some chromomagnificence?” I asked, and Bebe sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and looking down at the ground.

“I have a menstrual migraine, so I can't look at bright lights.” Bebe said, rubbing her temples lightly. Clyde sighed, looking up at the ceiling with evident annoyance.

“Bebe, I told you to go to the infirmary and lie down. You never listen to me.” Clyde whined, making Bebe scoff, rage suddenly forming in her face as she turned to Clyde.

“No, Clyde, because I don't take orders. Not from you and not from any man.” Bebe hissed, glaring at Clyde, cousin the boy to shrink down slightly, looking at the other side of the room to avoid her eyes. Like I said, work was very difficult.

“You've been acting like this since I got back from my cousin's in Boulder. I told you, nothing happened.” Clyde groaned, and Kyle looked between the two nervously, before looking back at me.

“I'm gonna set up the apparatus. Juno, do you wanna plug in the Bunsen burner?” Kyle said, carefully placing my safety goggles on my face, leaving a red tint where his fingers gently brushed my skin. He didn't think anything of it, I'm sure he didn't…but I did.

“My pleasure.” I smiled, snapping myself out of my gaze, about the turn on the bunsen burner before Bebe spoke up again.

“I'm going to the infirmary.” She slowly stood, smiling softly at me about to walk away.

“Call when you get off the rag.” Clyde grumbled, making Bebe snap and turn to him angrily. I turned the bunsen burner on, and it was as if the fire on our table raged inside Bebe as well.

“Fine!” She shouted, her blonde curls whipping around to her back. “Call when you learn to love instead of cheating at your cousin's, and cry about it...Because you had four Smirnoff Ices and Snow Peak Peach Boones!” She quickly walked away before Clyde could anger her further, as both Kyle and I looked at Clyde awkwardly.

“I've actually heard that the Snow Peak Peach flavor...Is the best flavor of Boone's. Isn't that right, Ky?” I said softly, elbowing Kyle to catch his attention and save me from the awkwardness I ultimately walked right into. Kyle just looked at Clyde and nodded, before we all gulped silently in the awkward silence, finishing our science lab.

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“Hey, yeah, I'm just calling to procure a hasty abortion.” I said into my phone, laying upside down on my bed as I struggled to hear the women on the other line. This phone call, maybe one of the most important phone calls of my life, ironically was being done over a Hamburger phone. Don't get me wrong, I loved my hamburger phone, but this is life or death we're talking about, and I mean literally death. Besides, you could barely hear anything through this phone without a proper throw against the wall first.

“What?” I shouted, the women taken-a-back, unaware of the brutality of my Burger phone.

“Can you just hold on for a second? I'm on my hamburger phone.” I chucked it against the wall, then shook vigorously, not caring about the dirty look and judgements I was most likely receiving. I was getting an abortion, this woman already knew more about me then most people.

“Okay, yeah, now I can...Yeah, it's just, like, really awkward to talk on.” I chuckled lightly, before stopping when I realized she didn't find it funny. “Yeah, yeah, I need an abortion.” God this was hell.

“I'm 16.”

There was a momentary pause on the other end, like the lady was shocked. I'm sure she got this call 10 times a day from people just as young as me, which made it even stranger that she paused. Why would she pause?

“I'm gonna say it's been about two months and four days since the sex. Mind you, that's just, like, a guesstimation. I'm sorry, how long have I been what?”

I hate it when adults use the term "sexually active." What does it even mean? Can I deactivate someday, or is this some sort of permanent state of being? Is it like a super power I gain or is it just another boring disadvantage in life, like getting your period of hitting puberty. I guess Kyle went live that night and that's why he got that look on his face.

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“You should have seen this octopus furnace at work. I had to get on my HAZMAT suit just to get into the thing.” My dad explained, the family sitting together for dinner, not entirely listening to what my dad was saying. I knew it had to be some sort of bull crap because what the hell is my dad, the geologist, doing with an octopus and a hazmat suit?

My dad used to own a weed business. Though my whole family had their flaws, my dad was a special egg. Not as much the black sheep of the family, more so the multicolored glow in the dark sheep who performs at the strip club on weekends. Not that he does perform at a strip club, though that wouldn't be the craziest thing he's done. After we nearly lost our minds during the pandemic, and I nearly lost my life due to my father’s weed business (story is later to come), I think something must have clicked in his head that he could miss this. This domestic life he always yearned for when he was growing up. I don't think he ever really knew it was there til it was almost gone.

Moving back to our old home made for many more family dinner’s. Forcing me and stan to the dinner table all year long, and earning the occasional call from my older sister Shelley. She checked in quite often to make sure I was still alive having dealt with Dad and Stan, though I was always okay. Now we live the most normal family life we can, and my dad got his job back as a Geologist, and even still writes for songs under his LORDE alias, though Stan and I like to pretend that part isn't true.

It was really good for my mom though, to have her family back the way it should be. Sharon Marsh was the best mother a kid could ask for, and never failed to keep dad in line when needed. My dad going clean did good on fixing their marriage as well, bringing back a lot of care and love they didn't even realize was still there. She still work’s at the reception desk at Tom’ Rhinoplasty, business booming a much as ever these days…figures.

“So, Juno, how was your little maneuver the other night?” My mom asked, smiling over at me kindly. I puffed up slightly with pride, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

“The one where I moved an entire living-room set from one lawn to the other… Or the one where I downed a 64-ounce blue slushie in 10 minutes?” I said, shoving some more food down my face as my dad looked at me confused.

“Juno, did you by any chance barf in my urn? You know that nice urn by the door? The one I got up in Denver? There was some blue shit…” my dad looked over at my mom’s testing look, before clearing his throat and correcting himself. “I mean gunk... stuff in there this morning.” My dad rambled, referring to the urn that no one knew nor cared about. It was an ugly piece of crap that my dad claimed was ‘a cultural must have’ and that we would be wrong not to show it off. It was stupid, and ugly, and yes I did barf up almost all 64 ounces of that slushie in it.

“I would never barf in your urn, Dad.” I said, holding my chest with fake hurt, earning a smile from my dad. I had that poor man wrapped around my little finger for as long as I could remember. “I mean, maybe Stan did it.” I said, shrugging in Stan’s direction. My older counterpart glared up at me.

“Bite me sewer rat.” He said, making me look at him with fake hurt, neither of us being able to hold back the slight laughter that evaded our faces.

“Stanley! Don’t talk to your sister like that.” My mom said, making Stan scoff and roll his eyes. I nodded with agreement.

“Yeah Stanley, be nice.” I teased back, flinging a few peas at my brother, causing his to look up at me with a smirk, about to fling some right back at me.

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I left early the next morning for Women now. I was scared, really, really scared. I had written paperwork printed out in my bedroom, that I had made 4 copies of after having messed up 3 times. The crumbled papers laid on my bed, while the other was folded neatly in my bag. I just wanted this to be done. I wanted to do it and I wanted it to be done and dealt with. But God, I was such a fucking idiot.

“Juno?” My brother called, knocking on my door to call me to come hang out with him and the guys. “Hey, June the guys are coming over, make sure you have some damn pants on this time for the..” he paused when he opened the door, noticing my absence in the room. He furrowed his eyebrows, knowing it was a Friday and we had off from school today, I should’ve been here.

He walked deeper into my room, softly calling my name again in case I was hiding in my closet or something, and that’s when he noticed the papers. He rolled his eyes at my mess, about to pick them up and throw them out before a certain word caught his eye.

“Abortion? Why the fuck…” he mumbled, unscrambling the paper as he read it. His hands seemed to go limp, and his heart beat increased. His throat went dry, and he stared at the paper with a colorless face.

‘Women Now Abortion Clinic’

His eyes scanned down further to the bottom.

‘By my signature I agree to and have read all of the conditions that come with the women now abortion procedure… Juno Sloane Marsh”

[idyllicwillowtree]

A Good Pair (of Skates) - Part 2

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, afab!reader, skater!reader

Summary: Steve’s in love with his childhood best friend and he does everything he can to keep his feelings a secret from you. A rollerskating injury might change that.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: swearing, friends to lovers, slow burn, injury, broken bones, mutual pining, drunk driving mentioned, poor bedside manner, hospital, steve being a soft sfw dom

Author’s note: Please read part 1 before reading this one or else it probably wouldn’t make much sense! I think part 3 will be the last part. 

When I broke my arms this is sort of how it went but it’s not like I know a whole lot about 80s medical procedures so I did the best I could. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it!

part one | main masterlist

Part Two:

The sun had finally set for the night as the duo entered the hospital, Steve keeping a steady hand on the small of your back and leading you through the doors. The waiting room was practically empty, a good sign that you’ll be taken care of quickly. They approached the front desk where a nurse sat and listened as her nasally voice echoed through the wide space.

“...she just wouldn’t calm down! I mean sure her kid needed a few stitches but it’s not like he was dying or anything.”

“Uh, hi. Excuse me?” You tried to delicately get her attention away from her phone call, hoping she had just not noticed you yet. 

Steve was familiar with the hippocratic oath, not that he had it memorized, but he was pretty sure you weren’t supposed to loudly gossip about your patients over the phone.

The woman held up a finger, not bothering to look at you, “Right? I mean how hard is it to look after your own kid? That’s like parenting 101-”

Steve didn’t even think about it before reaching over and pressing the button to hang up the phone. You looked up at him, surprised. Steve huffed out a breath, “don’t you think you should assist us? My girlfriend is really hurt.”

Oops.

If Steve wasn’t actively avoiding eye contact with you he would have witnessed your cheeks reddening.

The woman at the desk eyed the teenagers over the top of her big pink reading glasses, unamused by the sudden interruption. She rolled her eyes before placing the phone back in place. Plastering on an overly fake smile she said, “How may I help you?” 

“I think she broke both her arms, she needs to be checked in right away.”

“Have a seat, fill this out.” She replied curtly and tossed a clipboard on the desk in front of them. She immediately moved to redial the phone. 

“Oh, okay. Thank you,” you murmured. Steve was amping up to give this horrible woman a piece of his mind when you pressed your forehead into his shoulder, pushing him back a bit. Your arms were still cradled awkwardly in front of you as you tried to steer him away, “C’mon, let’s go sit.” 

He sent the woman a quick scowl before grabbing the clipboard and helping you into an empty seat. Once he was sat down he took it upon himself to start the paperwork for you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold a pen at the moment.

You set your chin to rest on his shoulder as you watched his neat handwriting move across the sheet. You let out a quiet chuckle, “you know my middle name? And you spelled it right?” 

Steve tried to suppress a shiver as he felt your breath on his neck, “Of course, I’ve known you practically my whole life. Why wouldn’t I know it?” Steve wouldn’t be told this until a few years later, but that simple gesture meant the world to you. “It’s your right elbow and your left wrist, right?”

“mhmm,” you said, letting out a hard breath that tickled Steve’s ear, sending goosebumps up his body.

Once the paperwork was all finished, a much more friendly nurse with a comforting smile and dark permed hair came to take you both to a private room. Steve stood next to you while you sat on the bed. She asked you a few questions about what had happened and how you were feeling, thoughtfully writing down notes for the doctor. Steve had to chime in a couple times since you were being too modest about what impact the fall had on you, playing down some of the pain you were feeling.

“It was awesome though. She managed to save our friend from being run over by this total asshole,” He bragged to the nurse, knowing you were too humble to mention it yourself.

She smiled sweetly at the teenagers, “you must be very proud of her.”

“Oh I am. Every single day,” he said simply, almost forgetting you were there. It was relieving to talk to someone about how great you are without being teased.

“I’ll be back soon to bring your girlfriend to radiology.”

Shit. Steve forgot he had called you his girlfriend, and now he was going to be left alone with you. The color drained from his face as he anticipated the inevitable backlash he was going to get from you. You weren’t a violent or mean person so it would be out of character to react that way, but Steve figured he deserved it after claiming to be your boyfriend without running it by you first.

Taking a chance, he glanced over to you to find you were already gazing up at him. Your head was slightly tilted as you observed him with a small smirk on your lips.

“Girlfriend, huh?”

“Y-yeah…yeah sorry about that. I mean technically you are a girl-WOMAN, who’s uh, a friend and I guess I thought they might not let me come back with you if they thought I was like just…your friend,” he said timidly.

If you were mad you didn’t mention it to him. You had shyly looked away and leaned back on the propped up hospital bed. Steve took your body language as a bad sign and changed the subject immediately, trying to ease the tension he was creating in his own head.

You both chatted softly about anything and everything as you waited. And waited. Steve kept glancing at the clock on the wall, mentally timing how long it was taking them to come back. He also kept an eye on your right elbow, watching as it slowly swelled over time. 

He appreciated the chance to have some one-on-one time with you since you both have been so busy lately, but he was still anxious to get you home and comfortable. Heck, they don’t even know what’s wrong with you yet.

“It’s been almost an hour. Did they forget about us?” Steve said, putting away the tongue depressor he had been fiddling with. He got up from his spot on the bed to glance both ways into the hallway.

“I doubt it, they’re probably just busy,” you reasoned, always the optimist.

“Busy my ass, there’s like no one here!” Steve continued, grumbling complaints about poor customer service, pacing slowly back and forth at the foot of your bed. He was one to talk about poor customer service though. 

Steve had never managed to notice this but sometimes when he was helping a customer at Family Video and you’d walk in he’d instantly drop the conversation to go and greet you, leaving Robin to pick up the pieces. She’d be annoyed with Steve if she didn’t do the exact same thing when Vickie came to visit.

.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent a little less time trying to get with Y/N, and more time trying to find Eddie!” Dustin said.

“Well somebody has to attend to the customers!” Steve defended.

“Especially if they’re Y/N, right?” Robin said, sending him a wink.

“Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all customers equally, Y/Ns and non-Y/Ns alike. We’ve got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people.”

.

“Steve?” you called out quietly. 

He whipped around, instantly turning his focus back on you, “yeah?”

You looked so small and scared in the bright white hospital bed, he was itching to reach out and hug away the pain.

The pain.

Damn it, he didn’t even realize you had gone over an hour without pain medication or anything to help soothe your aching bones. 

“Steve, I-”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I should’ve made sure they gave you tylenol or something. Let me go see if I can find an ice pack in the meantime, shit, sorry I’m so stupid-”

“Steve! It’s okay, it’s not your fault. Please, just…just stop for a second.” 

Steve exhaled sharply, releasing the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He slumped back onto the edge of the bed next to your crossed legs.

“Sorry,” he sounded like a child who was just scolded for doing something he knows he’s not supposed to. “What were you saying?”

You angled your head a bit so you could meet his eyeline, waiting until his eyes connected with yours. Once he stared back you had become bashful all of a sudden. Steve could tell that you were struggling to tell him something. Whether you were trying to search for the right words or you were nervous about what you were going to say, Steve didn’t know, but the anticipation made him feel sick.

“I…I just wanted-”

“Alright kid, let’s go.”

Both you and Steve jumped slightly, not missing the familiar nasally tone of the nurse you met earlier at the front desk. 

“What happened to the other nurse?” Steve asked cautiously. Subconsciously, he positioned his body better so you were behind him. He didn’t want this lady anywhere near you.

“Busy,” she said curtly, “do you want an x-ray or not?”

You nodded, giving Steve your best ‘don’t make a scene’ look, and got up to leave. He started following you only to be met with the nurse’s hand stopping him from continuing forward.

“Hold it right there, she’s the only one coming,”

He was about the protest but she walked away before he could say anything. He shot you a baffled look that made you giggle before realizing you were being left behind. You sent Steve a smile over your shoulder as you awkwardly sped walked to catch up with the nurse’s impatient steps down the hallway. He watched as you turned the corner, disappearing from his view.

Steve turned back into your hospital room and sucked in a large breath then dramatically placing his hands on his knees as he released it. He is certain you are going to be the death of him. If he can’t even breathe properly while you’re around how is he supposed to survive?

Steve guesses the trade off is worth it though because being away from you is so much worse. He is so used to glancing your way every chance he gets that he doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re not here. You’re his anchor and he needs you to keep him grounded. 

He has convinced himself that that is all he needs, that he’s content with keeping you in sight but at arm's length. Steve knew you were capable of finding someone so much better than him so he never tried taking that extra step with you, believing you deserved better. There’s a lot to see in this world and he knew you’d get out of this town one day to see it. Steve didn’t want to be the one to hold you back from that. He wanted you to find someone who deserves your love and you’re not going to find that if you’re stuck in Hawkins with him.

Steve was still standing in the middle of your hospital room when you came back with their favorite nurse. Your demeanor had completely shifted in the short time you were gone. Your shoulders were tense and your eyes were situated on your shoes, trying to hide your face behind your hair. Steve instantly noticed the dried tear stains on your cheeks and immediately went to place a comforting hand in between your shoulder blades, rubbing softly up and down.

Steve could’ve sworn the nurse said something about the doctor coming soon but most of his attention was on you so he wasn’t listening very hard. You were only gone for a few minutes, had the nurse been that cruel with you? He carefully led you back to the bed, his heart breaking with every sniff you tried to hide. 

Steve sat next to you, trying to catch your eye. “Did she say something to you?” he prodded delicately.

“N-no, no. Nothing like that,” you wiped at your eyes, careful of the scraps that still littered your palms. “I just had to move my arm a certain way for the x-ray and it…it hurt.”

Steve took a moment to observe your profile. You’re still looking at the ground but he can see your chin quivering. The strongest person he knows is breaking right in front of him and he has no idea what to do. He has definitely seen you cry before but it was always an alarming experience to him since it didn’t happen often. 

If anything, he was the crier of the relationship. You were always there to comfort him when a movie was just too emotional. You would giggle and tease him before eventually giving in to his sad puppy dog eyes and wrapping him in a hug. Sometimes he would even set his pride aside to try and fake cry just so you’d console him.

But now it was his turn to step up. You needed comfort and whether Steve was the right person for the job or not, you needed him. “Hey, please look at me?” It came out as more of a question so he delicately pulled your chin with his finger so you could face him. When you finally met his gaze he saw so much pain and sorrow from your eyes alone that he had to hold back a gasp. “You did so good, I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled brightly at him, letting out a watery chuckle as a few tears escaped from your eyes. Steve was there to wipe them away. He smiled back at you, proud of himself for calming you down, even if it was short lived.

“Welp, it’s broken,” the doctor said nonchalantly as he walked in the room. He went straight for the light box across from where you and Steve were sitting on the bed and attached the pictures to it. Steve’s head whipped over to see your reaction, your eyes were wide and your mouth went slack. The hand Steve had on your shoulder started rising and falling quickly with every breath you took. “Right in here, kind of by your elbow,” the doctor was unfazed by your reaction as he used his pinky to point out the faint line on the x-ray.

“Oh.” That’s the only thing you could think to say.

Steve took it upon himself to ask the doctor questions and get all the information you needed to take care of the injury. You were going to be in a removable cast for a month and during that time you would need to do different movements and stretches so you don’t lose any mobility. You looked down at your arm wrapped in the cast with disgust. It started at your fingertips and went all the way past your elbow. Your mind was racing, going over all the things you weren’t going to be able to do now that you were stuck in a sling. 

“Okay, and what about her wrist?” Steve said.

“Her wrist?” the doctor asked.

Steve released an angry sigh, he was trying his best to mask the frustration he was feeling. He was trying really hard not to blow up about the bedside manner at this hospital, at least not with you around. Luckily, your doctor didn’t seem to notice or maybe he just didn’t care.

“Her wrist, her left wrist. She landed on that one too,” Steve replied impatiently.

The doctor glanced at your chart, “Oh that’s right. Well I didn’t see anything so it should be fine.”

You were completely satisfied with that answer. All you wanted to do at that point was go home and worry about the arm that was actually broken, but Steve needed to be sure.

“But, like, is it sprained or something? Should we ice it?”

Steve using ‘we’ when talking about the situation you were currently in made your heart sing and your stomach flutter. It was your arm but Steve’s words made you feel less alone, like you two were in this together.

“Yeah, you could ice it if you want,” the doctor said plainly.

Steve looked at him expectantly.

“...Well, if that’s all then have a good rest of your night.”

You and Steve sat silently as you watched your doctor gather his things and leave the room. Once he left you turned to each other slowly, made eye contact and then immediately burst out laughing. The exhaustion and stress of the night finally caught up to you both and it manifested itself into hysterical laughter. Steve was still laughing when he threw his arms up in frustration.

“Welp, I guess you’re cured!”

That only made you laugh harder, leaning into Steve a bit as you let the cackling take over your body. Steve wiped at the tears in the corners of his eyes as you both started to settle down. The residual giggles popping back up every once in a while. 

Steve stood up and extended his hand out to you, “let’s get you the fuck outta this place.”

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Steve picked up some tylenol on the way back to your house for you. He offered to get you a treat of some sort but you assured him that it was okay and you just wanted to go home. 

Your eyes were closed, head resting on the headrest. Steve’s car nearly rocked you to sleep. He knew you weren’t fully asleep, just resting your eyes after the long and tiring evening.

As the BMW approached your house, Steve suddenly remembered some vital information he definitely should’ve remembered earlier.

“Oh shit. Robin can’t drive.”

“Huh?” looking over at him, you noticed he was focused on something outside. You followed his gaze and saw your yellow Volkswagen bus, that Steve had lent to Robin after the accident, parked diagonally on your front lawn. The tires created dirt tracks in the grass and your mom’s garden gnomes were the casualties. You snorted at the sight.

Steve looked over at you and smiled. If Robin had done that with his car he would’ve been livid but you just saw it as humorous. He could picture all the kids yelling rambunctiously at Robin from the back seats as she tried to maneuver the large vehicle all over town.

Steve parked in your driveway and you lazily turned your head to look at him. He smiled back. The two of you took a moment to admire each other without the hospital’s many distractions and interruptions. 

“How are you in such a pleasant mood? I’d be super grumpy if I had just gone through what you did in the span of like-” Steve checked his watch, “-three and a half-ish hours.”

You continued to stare at him with a soft smile on your lips before simply shrugging your shoulders.

Steve’s smile slowly dropped. What were you doing staring at him like that? Don’t you know it’ll make him fall for you even more? Steve felt uncomfortable being looked at like he had hung the stars in the night sky, he felt he didn’t deserve it. His heart stuttered violently against his ribcage making his whole chest practically vibrate.

“What? What is it?” Why are you looking at me like that? Steve thought. He was on the verge of panicking, wondering if this was the moment you figured him out. 

Your smile only grew wider, “nothing I just…thank you, Steve.”

“What? You don’t have to thank me-”

“I know, I know, but I want to. You didn’t need to help me out the way you did today,” you took a deep breath,“but you did without even hesitating and you made me feel really safe and taken care of and I just…I wanted to make sure you knew how grateful I am to have you in my life.”

You placed your hand on Steve’s and squeezed it the best you could.

Steve was in awe of your ability to completely ruin him. His jaw kept opening and closing as he tried to come up with an adequate response to the nicest thing he’s ever heard. 

You felt safe with him. 

Earlier, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about your accident. Realistically, he knows he couldn’t have done anything to stop that man from almost running Max over but his mind was telling him it was his fault, like he should’ve done more to protect you. 

But hearing that you felt safe with him silenced those horrible voices in his head. In fact, it silenced all the voices in his head.

“...Steve? You good?”

Steve had been staring at you dumbly for a few seconds too long. Jaw slacked, eyes wide, heart hammering, mind blank. He shook his head lightly to snap out of it, “y-yeah I’m good. I’m really good.” 

Truth be told he was more than good. The anxious pit in his stomach began to unravel itself and blossomed into more adoration for you. The intimacy of this moment was making his head spin. You felt safe around him. He felt like Superman. He felt like your Superman. 

Most of the kids from high school would say that King Steve’s ego didn’t need any more inflating but in reality he had been lacking so much confidence lately that your words held so much weight for him. He’ll remind himself of this moment the next time he needs to feel a little bit like a superhero.

Steve had to make sure your compliment wasn’t wasted on him. So he hopped out of the car and ran to your side to open the door for you, trying to prove you right, that he was able to take care of you. You smiled at him and casually slipped your “good” hand into his as you walked to the front door. He would’ve felt nervous if he wasn’t still riding out his high, the blush on his cheeks staying right where it belonged.

You clumsily unlocked your door as Steve felt an uneasy chill crawl up his spine. You had always kept a lamp on in the living room where it was visible through the front window of your house claiming that “burglars only go into dark houses”. He noticed a second too late that, for the first time, your house was completely dark. 

You had finally opened the door when Steve turned to ask you about it, but by then it was too late.

“SURPRISE!!”

Steve practically jumped out of his skin as your bright living room lights assaulted his vision. Instinctively, he chucked the pill bottle he was holding for you at the source of the noise, clocking Mike right between his eyes.

 “Ow!” Mike said, clutching his face in his hands.

“What the fuck Steve?!” Dustin chimed in.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck you! You scared the shit outta me!”

And just like magic, his mood immediately soured. You were supposed to come home to a comfortable and quiet home so you could rest and heal, not to a surprise party filled with a bunch of rowdy teenagers. Steve was about to kick everyone out when he heard you start to laugh.

“You guys! What a nice surprise, you didn’t have to do this!” you gushed as you took in the wide array of your favorite snacks on the coffee table and the last minute decorations littered around the room. Leave it to you to completely change Steve’s mood again. He could get behind anything if it made you happy, “I thought Robin was taking you all home.”

The woman in question slid up next to you to wrap an arm around your shoulders, “Hey, I tried okay! Everyone survived as you can see. At least I didn’t run over any skateboarding children while I drove!”

Steve noticed Max shift uncomfortably. Her gaze was locked on your arm cradled by the sling, a look of guilt written across her pale face. Steve made a mental note to have a chat with the redhead later. “What happened to that guy anyway?” Steve asked Robin.

“He freaked out on Hopper so he was arrested for disorderly conduct and probably for resisting arrest,” said Robin.

“And drunk driving,” El added.

“Oh shit,” you and Steve said at the same time. Your hand was still in his so he squeezed yours comfortingly. You weren’t surprised that the driver was under the influence but the confirmation that it could’ve been even worse was enough to make your blood run cold.

“So I hear you were a badass today, Y/L/N,” now Eddie was in the mix, boisterous as usual. Steve could’ve sworn he saw Eddie glance at your intertwined hands before wiggling his eyebrows at you. Steve felt you tense next to him.

The kids soon whisked you away to ask more questions about your injury and to show you the snacks they brought. Lucas and Dustin were bickering over who got to sign your cast first and when you told them it wasn’t really signable they assured you that they would find a way.

He watched as you were engulfed by all your friends, dejected now that the weight of your hand wasn’t in his anymore. 

“How was ‘damsel in distress’ duty?” Robin asked Steve now that they were out of everyone’s earshot. 

He rolled his eyes before sighing tiredly, “it could’ve gone better.” 

Steve thought Robin was teasing him but she genuinely wanted to know. She may tease him for being an idiot in love sometimes but she couldn’t help but root for him. She knew you two were meant to be together but Steve had a strict “no interference” rule established with her. Robin could easily go up to you and bluntly confess on Steve’s behalf to get the ball rolling, knowing you reciprocated those same feelings. But she figured your relationship would work better if it started with you guys being vulnerable with each other, instead of Robin sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.

Steve watched as you quietly detached yourself from the group in search of Max, who was standing by herself in the corner of the room. Nobody else noticed Max was excluding herself, but you did. Of course you did. 

Steve could only see Max’s face from where he was standing, your back turned towards him. As you both talked, Max’s expressions went from anger, to sadness, until it finally settled on acceptance. You made sure you had a comforting hand on her the whole time. It went from gripping her shoulder, to caressing her face, to stroking her hair, all actions that made the redhead’s wall slowly crumble. You had this uncanny ability to create a safe space so the kids could actually feel their feelings, not just bottle them up for a rainy day.

Once you knew for sure that Max was okay you hugged her and gently shooed her back towards the group, watching as a smile slowly returned to her face. Instinctively, your eyes scanned the room for Steve. Once your stares connected, Steve began to have tunnel vision, everything in the room fogged over until it was just you and him.

Robin snorted at Steve’s lovestruck face before licking her finger and sticking it in his unsuspecting ear. 

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“Sooooooo…” Eddie tracked you down in the kitchen later on in the evening as you got yourself a cup of water.

“Sooooooo…?” You teased, not understanding where this was heading.

“How was Sir Harrington? Armor shiny as usual?”

“Huh?” you never understood his medieval talk.

Eddie hopped up to sit on the counter, drumming his rings against the edge. He ignored your confusion and continued, “Although, I feel like the Knights that are actually good at their job wouldn’t have shiny armor. They’d have, like, a bunch of dents and scratches and shit.”

“Eddie, I can’t do this right now,” you moved to leave the kitchen before Eddie hopped off the counter to block you from heading out the door.

“Woah, woah, hey. I was just teasing!”

You sighed as Eddie gripped your shoulders to keep you in place, “I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’s…” you sighed sadly and looked down, “it just sucks, y’know?”

Eddie knew you weren’t talking about his teasing or even your broken arm. You were feeling the weight of spending the evening with Steve but not being able to love him the way you so desperately wanted.

You and Eddie were very close friends. He was the Robin to your Steve in a way. The person you went to when life got too difficult to handle on your own. Just like Steve and Robin, you two were bonded by the shared trauma of the upside down and from that you became lifelong friends. Just because you two don’t find each other romantically attractive does not minimize the love you have for one another. 

Eddie has given you so many pep talks over the years that there was nothing else left to say. Instead, he just silently wrapped you in his arms, carefully avoiding your sling. He felt you shake slightly, most likely from fighting back the tears he saw in your eyes. 

He waited for you to settle down a bit before saying, “boys are stupid.”

You were still wrapped up in his arms when you let out a watery laugh, “tell me about it.”

Eddie knew you had decided to confess your love for Steve a while ago but finding the confidence to do so was another story. You complained to him about needing the perfect segue first, debating Eddie on why you couldn’t just wing it. 

When Eddie got word that you were hurt and that Steve was taking you to the hospital he figured this was the perfect time for you to confess. He pictured you two at the hospital like you were characters on one of those medical soap operas you’d make him watch with you. Not that he would ever admit to actually enjoying a show like that.

Eddie imagined Steve kicking down a door to carry you through the threshold of the building, demanding medical assistance right away. A flurry of doctors giving orders to nurses would come in and start using words like ‘STAT’. They would roll you away on a gurney while Steve was forced to stay in the waiting room. Later on Steve would sit protectively by your bedside until you woke and you two idiots would finally admit you were in love.

Obviously, it was a bit dramatized but Eddie could dream.

Unfortunately, he has to wait until your next trip to the hospital before anyone actually confesses.

part three | main masterlist

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Mullivans headcanons because I said so:

- Piers and Jake are enemies to lovers in the best kind of slow burn way. If you don’t believe me read Raccoon City: Redux on AO3 T R U S T M E

- I can’t decide if I head-canon Piers as gay or bi, they’re both kind of fitting. That’s makes sense in my head because I can totally see Piers crushing in a girl that can kick his ass, just as much as a guy. Though I feel like he’s had more boyfriends, and with being in the BSAA this did not help XD

- I head canon Jake as Demi/Bi. Jake grew up with a in and off message about love and what he wanted out of it. Because if that, he started messing around slowly figuring out he was into men and women but what he wanted deep down was someone he could truly fall for. Because of that he’s only vulnerable with a select people, such as Sherry. Homie just wants to find someone to cuddle and love :3

- Like IMAGINE if Jake’s partner for his campaign was Piers and they put effort into them-UGGGHH😩👌🏾.The heart to heart scenes would be TOP TIER. The character growth, the relationship growth. They should’ve hired me for re6.

- Anyways :3

- The teasing, the cute moments, the connection would’ve been so cute.

- Like Capcom made two characters that are literally junior versions of their two most ICONIC characters and they didn’t do ANYTHING with them?? You made Wesker Junior and Redfield Junior they just said, yeah they don’t need to interact :=3

- I feel like Piers took a little while longer than Jake to fall. A lot of authors, especially Ao3 authors have a common detail in Piers where he is more resilient to falling in love in general. (Which is a character detail I cannot even begin to go over)

- But besides that point, Piers was definitely the “Oh my god I’m in love” person of the relationship.

- Jake on the other hand-

- Lord have mercy

- Remember how I said enemies to lovers? Yeah homeboy was killing that trope.

- The constant teasing, jokes, etc, etc, etc.

- Piers could not catch a break (But deep down he kinda loved it.)

- My favorite thing for them is how Puppy could have started out as a insult and then it gradually started to being a cute nickname Jake just calls him and Piers gets used too over time.

Like read these lines with Jake’s voice in your head and you’ll see what I mean;

- “Awww, poor puppy.” (Mocking)

- “ You got a plan puppy?”(General)

- “Hey, don’t worry about it puppy..”(Cute, assuring.”

- “Cute puppy…” (😏)

- Like AAAHH

- The moment Piers and Jake become a couple they are ride or die. No questions asked.

- I’m talking standing up for each other, grabbing each other before one of them gets hit, hugging, Jake grabbing Piers hand while Piers sleeps.

- As the relationship brings to grow and they start become friend as well as partners on the field, Jake unconsciously grabs Piers’ hand to keep him safe, similarly to what Jake did in his campaign with Sherry.

- I once thought of this heartfelt moment while they’re getting into the friends stage where Piers isn is just slowly giving up during a mission, and then Jake starts to realize this and he’s in his head like:

- “Wait, he’s sax, I don’t like that.”

- “I have to make him smile.”

- Hear me out, picture this:

- Despite the area around him in ruins, Jake ignores it all the moment he see’s the look of disappointment and despair in Piers eyes. The hope in Piers’ body is draining.

- Piers goes onto talking about how he’s failing to do his job. How he can’t handle it, finishing off that he’s not enough.

- Jake is bewildered at this because the entire time he’s seen Piers, he’s stubborn, smart, and importantly determined. Honestly he was keeping Jake from giving up.

- It made Jake realize that he didn’t want to see Piers vulnerable like this. Not because he didn’t care, but he was worried in a way he’s never been before.

- Jake gets a soft look in his eyes and grabs Piers’ hand talking him not to sell himself short. That he’s doing an amazing job despite how at odds they are compared to the world. That they probably wouldn’t be alive without him.

- and the end it all off, Jake, without even being aware of it. softly tilts Piers’ chin up and looks in his eyes and tells him “I think you great, Piers.”

- Piers’s eyes widen and bit. They are the replaced with a soft gaze and he smiles softly. That’s the first time in the mission Jake said his name.

- IMAGINE IF THAT WAS IN THE GAME😩💀‼️‼️

This is getting super long. I am very normal about this humongous super duper ultra platinum rare pair. No it’s not 3:30 am, yes I’m getting sleep.

Anywho , let me know if you would like a part 2!