#not a huge push back but a push back nonetheless. sorry everyone!

[dndads-winter-gift-exchange]

On Assignments and The Discord

Hey Doodlers! We’ve got some not so great news.

Unfortunetely, we’re going to have to push back assignments being sent out. We’ve been working hard to get everything done but with so many people joining this year, it’s been hard to be as thourough as we’d like- and because of this, we’re now going to be shooting for assignments being sent out January 4th.

For context, last year we had around 54 people join the exchange, and it took us under two weeks to sort through assignments, during which we were pretty not-busy in our daily life. This year, things have been very hecktic on our end, and we have nearly DOUBLE the amount of people joining. It’s been a bit much!

We don’t think it’ll take us long to finish up, however, hence the new goal being January 4th. We apologize to everyone who’s been excited to receive their assignments, especially since we previously thought we wouldn’t need to push anything back.

We will also not be opening the Discord at the same time assignments are sent out. To be clear, the server is complete, but we won’t have anyone to mod until after January 15th. Like last year, invites will be sent out via email, or via DM if an email exception has been made.

We’re sorry for the bad news, but think these delays will ultimately make the exchange bigger and better. We don’t currently think it’ll be nessesary to push back gifting week, but will keep you updated on that as well, in case anything else comes up. Thank you all for your patience and support!! Go Doodlers!

[wanderer-six]

In Need

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

AN:  hey im so sorry i was possessed by a Dark Entity and therefore cannot be held liable for the Sin beneath the cut (reader be advised this was written under DEMONIC INFLUENCE, god is NOT present in this text!!!!!!!!!) i genuinely do not know what happened but I hope u all enjoy nonetheless GHSDJF ♥ (also HUGE THANK U TO @starrylothcat for being exposed to this early, u are a hero and a star!!!!)

Relationships: Hunter x Fem Jedi!Reader

Summary: While travelling with the Bad Batch, you find yourself overwhelmed by a certain need. Unable to deal with it, you try to wait it out in hopes it will pass. But you come to find that your arousal has been unintentionally torturing your poor sergeant.

Warnings: scent kink(?)(Hunter Advanced Senses fuckery); oral (f! receiving); dirty talk; unprotected PiV sex; praise kinda; overstimulation; choking; outdoor sex; y/n and hunter are both Extremely thirsty, minimal plot mostly smut

Word Count: 4k

You don’t know how you’ll survive another night.

The Havoc Marauder had come to rest in the pleasant evening air of some forest world after a long day of battle. Rarely do you and the boys get to enjoy such a beautiful night during this war; you sit in the ship’s cockpit, the gangplank open to allow the cool air into the vessel, and you chat about whatever comes to mind. As usual, Wrecker and Tech are the most talkative, and you’re happy to listen.

Although, admittedly, you don’t listen as closely as you normally would. As has been the case for a few days now, you find yourself… distracted. Years of training at the Jedi Temple have pushed you to overcome your baser instincts, and though such a feat never came easily, you’ve managed for so long. But every now and then, it would become too much to bear.

Try as you might to ignore it, to focus instead on the bright smiles and warm laughter of your friends, your mind fixes solely on the burning heat between your thighs.

When Wrecker smacks the back of your chair hard, you’re ripped from your thoughts and back to reality. Something has gotten your traveling companions in a fit of amusement—though what, you haven’t a clue.

“What do you think, General?” Wrecker’s gruff voice booms. “I say Tech’s got his goggles on too tight if he thinks I can’t wrestle a rancor!”

“I did not say you would be unable to,” Tech quickly interjects. “I merely noted that the odds of us encountering a situation that would require wrestling a rancor are slim, to put it generously.”

A wide grin spreads on your lips, and you pray they can’t see the heat beneath your face.

“If the Republic isn’t assigning us missions where wrestling rancors is a requirement, I’m not sure why we’re even fighting this war,” you tease, eliciting a roar of laughter from Wrecker.

“You got that right!” he chimes.

From across the cockpit, Echo scoffs.

“You’d better hope the Seppies don’t add rancors to their ranks,” he mutters. “The droids are already bad enough…”

“If Wrecker thinks he can handle it, why not?” Crosshair smirks.

As the men begin to chatter, you find your thoughts turning inward once more—or downward, more specifically. This tension has been building within you for days now, and no amount of meditating or distraction has offered reprieve. Your body aches, begging to be touched, and all you can do is wait. Sharing a cramped ship with five men has never been your ideal living condition, but you could tolerate it. When you felt like this though—when you neared the brink of insanity from how desperately you craved something to fill you—life on the Havoc Marauder turned from tolerable to torturous.

Again, the men erupt in laughter over some remark you missed entirely. Awkwardly, you cross your legs, the friction from your movement causing your body to tense up. A shaky sigh passes your lips. Maybe tonight, you could find the courage to do something. With the state you’re in, you haven’t been getting much sleep, anyhow. Perhaps in the dark of night, while everyone else got their rest, you could have your release…

Abruptly, the movement of one of your men catches your eye. It’s Hunter—he shoots to his feet, startling you out of your thoughts. He had been so quiet all night that you’ve nearly forgotten his presence—not helped by the way he seemed to brood in the darker corners of the ship. He treads wordlessly through the ship, suiting up with a few scant pieces of gear over his blacks.

“Something wrong, Hunter?” Echo asks.

Hunter can’t even meet his brother’s eyes, shaking his head with a stern frown.

“Just need to clear my head,” he mutters. He passes through the cockpit, not dignifying any of you with his gaze he heads to the gangplank. “I’ll be back.”

With that, he descends into the night, leaving the rest of you utterly perplexed.

The conversation takes a moment to start again, leaving Wrecker to break the odd silence.

“...what’s with him?” he asks, earning a collective shrug from the room.

“I don’t know,” Echo mutters, “but he seems… testy, these past few rotations.”

Tech tilts his head, already back to his datapad. “This is not entirely unusual. Hunter’s heightened senses often lead him to seek isolation. I’d say the only one of us worse is Crosshair.”

The sniper in question growls, plucking the toothpick he holds in his mouth to flick at his brother.

Standing to your feet and ignoring your aching core, you smile.

“I can go check on him,” you offer. “I think I could use the fresh air, anyway. But don’t stop having fun on our account, okay?”

You flash Wrecker a smile as you head to the door, and he obliges you with a laugh.

“We won’t! Trust me!”

With a final wave goodbye, you head out into the night. The chill in the deep forest does wonders to calm you, though the heat nagging in your stomach does not entirely abate. Gently, you reach out into the Force, finding Hunter’s signature with ease. You meander along the trail he left, taking your time in hopes of giving him whatever space he seeks. You have no interest in troubling him; just ensuring that he doesn’t have something else on his mind that he’s reluctant to reveal.

Though maybe you’re just projecting, you think bitterly to yourself.

You emerge into a beautiful clearing, more picturesque than any holo you’d ever seen in the Temple. A lake expands over the horizon, waves rippling and glittering in the light of the moons above. From the treeline to the lakebed, a myriad of wildflowers dance on the breeze.

It all looks so perfect, leading a very sour Hunter to stand out more than you ever thought possible.

Your sergeant leans against a tree trunk, body tense as he spins his vibroblade around and around in his hand. When you approach him, he stiffens, despite his best efforts to appear casual.

“Hey,” you smile, voice soft to match the quiet of the night. “I thought you might want some company.”

Hunter manages a half smirk, tilting his head to acknowledge you wordlessly. With every step closer to him, you feel his heart rate spike in the Force. What is going on with him?

“I just figured I should check in on you. You seem really tense these past few days…” you note. 

Only when you look up at him, finding him awkwardly avoiding your gaze, do you realize you’d come to a stop far closer to him than you intended to. The nearness you share does little to quell the heat throbbing inside of you, but you stifle it down as best you can.

Hunter struggles for a moment, lips parting and closing as he searches for what to say. After a long silence, he sighs, meeting your gaze at last.

“It, er… it’s you,” he confesses.

Worried, you tilt your head.

“What about me?” you ask. “Did I do something?”

Your ignorance of the matter seems to work Hunter up even further. He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, awkwardly tapping the armor on his thigh to shake off his nerves. You can’t say you’ve ever seen him so out of his element.

“I… know what you’ve been going through these past few days,” he explains. He gestures awkwardly up and down your body. “I can sense it. It’s, well…” He huffs. “...distracting.”

You think for a moment, still unsure of what he means. But something in the way his eyes find yours conveys exactly what he’s trying to say.

He knows about the way you’ve been feeling lately. He knows…

Immediately, your face burns. Your eyes fall to the ground, and shame rises in your throat. You think about just how many hours you’ve spent these past few days, thinking the filthiest thoughts and riling yourself up without any hope of reprieve—and knowing now that Hunter could sense every second of it…

“...oh,” you breathe, quiet as a mouse droid.

You meekly catch Hunter’s gaze one more time, but the grimace he wears drives your eyes away immediately. Stars, you just want to run and hide… How could you have been so stupid? Hunter can sense a disturbance entire klicks away; you really thought he couldn’t smell your desperation?

A million thoughts race through your mind—a million different ways to apologize. Should you apologize? What if that just makes the situation even more awkward? Maybe you should forget you ever asked, but you don’t want him to think you don’t care about his feelings…

Before you can fully spiral into hypotheticals, you hear a sharp sigh from Hunter’s lips. Your eyes land on him again. His eyes are shut as he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Do you… need… help?”

If your heart had been racing before, it’s jumped to lightspeed now. 

“...what?” you ask.

“Look,” Hunter grunts, “until you’re… taken care of… I won’t be able to focus. I’ve barely gotten any sleep these past nights; it’s… overwhelming.”

He tucks away his vibroblade, the hilt snapping against the sheathe with a satisfying click. When he takes a step closer, now looming over you, the need deep within you flares like a star. Judging by the way his body tenses—how his hands ball into tight fists—you know he can tell. 

He raises a shaky hand, setting it on your cheek. His touch burns on your skin. You want nothing more than for him to ignite you.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” he growls.

His gaze has you paralyzed. You fear to even breathe, worrying that the wrong move might shatter this illusion and leave you embarrassed and alone. But you know he would never do such a thing. You trust Hunter with your life… how could you not trust him with this?

Besides—judging by the way he stares at you, hunger in his piercing eyes, you suspect he has a need all of his own.

You nod, and before you can breathe, his lips are on yours.

Hunter’s rough hands explore your body, not at all timid in their desires. They tug at your shirt as his tongue presses against your lips, and you readily grant both of his wishes. His tongue toys with yours while his hands grope at your chest, drawing a pathetic whimper from your lips. So little of his attention already has your head reeling, drowning in delight. The need in your core overwhelms you now, and it seems to spur him on, all the same.

Abruptly, Hunter spins you around, pressing your back against the firm tree trunk. He deftly strips you of your top, tossing it into the dirt. You didn’t care—couldn’t care. You were far more concerned with working his thigh between your legs, desperate for something to relieve the agonizing tension there. Hunter comes to your aid, pressing his thigh against you before he moves his lips to your chest.

Whining his name, you grind your hips against his leg, over and over with no will to stop yourself. When Hunter’s teeth clasp onto your nipple, you gasp, biting your lip to cope with the sensation. He’s quick to release you, though, instead sucking you into his mouth as his hand gropes the other side of your chest.

When he’s had his fill, he pulls away, treating you to another hungry kiss—one that soon parts from your lips and trails down your frame. You stare in awe as he kisses along your sternum, your stomach, before reaching the waistband of your pants and settling onto his knees. With little regard, he tugs your pants down. You help by hurriedly kicking them off, unwilling to waste a moment when the release you crave is so near.

Standing above Hunter in nothing but your panties leaves you vulnerable in a way you’ve never known. But that vulnerability only worsens the throbbing tension inside you. Your body begs you to give in to him, and the overwhelming pleasure mounting in your stomach has you in no mood to disobey.

Hunter’s piercing gaze hangs on you for a moment, before moving to your still-clothed cunt. Your face burns; by now, your panties are completely soaked through, and you have no doubt he can tell. He wraps his hands around your thighs, gently prying them open. When he presses his face between your legs, his mouth and nose just barely putting pressure against your sex, you nearly pass out.

“H-Hunter…” you whimper.

Wordlessly, he breathes you in. Overwhelmed by your desperation, his eyes flutter shut, a ragged exhale crossing his lips.

“Fuck… you’re driving me crazy,” he growls.

Roughly, he hikes one of your thighs onto his shoulder. Before you can even hope to react, he pushes your drenched panties aside and presses himself against your cunt.

Shockwaves rout your entire body, pulsing from your core to your every extremity. Your hands find Hunter’s hair, tugging at his dark locks. He doesn’t mind—that is, if he notices at all. He attends to your aching cunt with unmatched discipline, drinking from you as though you were water after a thousand parched days beneath the Tatooine suns. His lips close around your clit, suckling at it, all the while swirling over it with his tongue.

He laps at you so hungrily that you can barely utter a sound, your whole body tense with the way he works you. Your every mewl catches in your throat, strangled into a breathless whimper. Still, you need more of him, tugging at his scalp and rutting your hips into his face.

“Hunter…!” you gasp. When he groans against you, the vibration sends a shiver up your spine. “Please… I-I need more… please, Hunter…!”

Hunter’s eyes flash up to meet yours. His pupils are blown wide, focused fully on you. Reluctantly, he pries his lips off of you, though not without a parting mark on the soft flesh of your thigh. He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand before standing up once more. At his full height now, you quickly recall just how imposing his stature is—and just how badly you wish to experience it.

Supporting your neck with his gloved hand, he leans over you, kissing you deeply. You love the taste of yourself on his lips, tongue toying with his in need of more. When he pulls away, he lingers by your ear.

“Turn around,” he demands.

You swallow hard, nodding and obeying. Once you face away from him, he places his palm between your shoulder blades, pressing your top half against the tree while your hips remain close to him. Carelessly, he slips your panties down your legs, exposing you fully to the cold night air. A low rumble reverberates in his chest as he looks you over; you can practically feel the burn of his eyes on your skin, trailing over every inch of your needy body as you present yourself to him.

He grasps your hip firmly, and with his free hand trails his fingers along your cunt. You gasp, body reacting fiercely to even so light a touch.

“Kriff… you’re so wet,” he remarks, his low voice doing little to help matters. “Have you been like this all week?”

You nod, desperation written on your features.

“Mm-hm,” you murmur. “Please, Hunter… I-I need you.”

He smacks your ass, earning a startled moan from you. Taking a step back, he quickly shuffles off his gear and his blacks, with you watching him over your shoulder all the while. When his cock is finally free of his pants, you nearly drool. He’s already so achingly hard… your cunt clenches around nothing, hopeless at the need to be filled by him.

When he spots you staring, an awful smirk forms on his lips. He closes the distance between you, leaning over you and pressing his chest to your back. You arch against him, hips grinding against his with overwhelming need. Stopping briefly to mark your neck, Hunter’s lips settle at your ear.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he growls.

You mewl, utterly and hopelessly his. “Please…”

With one last kiss on your shoulder, Hunter lines himself up with your slick entrance. When he pushes into your aching cunt, your eyes light with stars.

His hips persist, splitting you open until he’s buried to the hilt. His hard cock twitches inside of you, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. When you flex around him, he hisses through his teeth.

“Fuck, your little cunt is so tight,” he rasps. “I don’t think you’re ever gonna let go of me…”

Hunter’s thick cock overfills and overwhelms you, straining your walls to their limit as he thrusts deeper into you. His hands keep your hips in a vice grip, not allowing you to challenge his excruciatingly slow pace. He bottoms out inside of you, then pulls out, dragging himself along your walls. When he’s finally free of you, he repeats the process, sheathing himself again. Your wetness engulfs his every thrust, with more than enough to spill down your thighs as he tortures you.

“Hunter!” you beg, voice wavering as he strikes deep inside you again. “Please, go faster…!”

Breathless, Hunter chuckles.

“What, you want more?” he purrs through a smirk. He smacks your ass again, and you cry out. “You want me to fill up this needy little cunt?”

Before you can answer, his hips collide with yours, reducing your words to a moan.

“Say it,” he demands.

“Yes! F-Fill me up,” you beg. “Fuck… I’m gonna lose my mind…!”

“Heh… now you know how I feel,” he mutters. As he picks up his pace, he groans, biting into the tender flesh on your shoulder. “Ah, kriff… I just might lose my mind, anyway.”

Hunter pounds into you, sending you spiraling with every relentless thrust. Though you had begged for him to take you harder, faster, you feel thoroughly unprepared for the way he fucks you. With how close you’ve grown to him, you find it easy to forget sometimes that he isn’t just a man. He’s a soldier—a supersoldier—and you’ve never been more aware of that than right now.

Hunter leans in close to your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“You’re being a bad girl,” he growls. “A Jedi getting fucked by a clone? What would the Council say?”

To your utmost surprise, your face burns like a starship engine. You bite back a whimper, though the way you squeeze around Hunter’s cock does not go unnoticed. Through shaky breaths, he chuckles.

“You like that?” he asks, half inquiring and half observing.

Biting your lip, you nod. “Mm-hm…”

He interrupts his pace with a pointedly rough thrust, forcing a mewl from your lips. One of his hands moves from your hips to your throat, pulling you into him and trapping your back against his chest. You feel so defenseless, so exposed… you can’t say which has your head lighter: the way his fingers put the faintest pressure on your neck, or the shame of your actions. You suppose it doesn’t matter which—both are merely driving you higher and higher.

“Maybe we should call them,” Hunter continues, “let them watch their perfect little Knight getting fucked like a whore on Daiyu.”

Your eyes shoot wide. If he merely hopes to rile you up with such a statement, he succeeds.

“N-No!” you utter, emphatically shaking your head. You hear Hunter’s breathy laughter behind you before he picks up his already breakneck pace, his body smacking against yours so forcefully that the skin on your thighs and ass begins to sting.

“I think you’re right,” he grunts, his labored breath tickling your ear. “I think I’ll keep you all to myself.”

At that moment, you want nothing more. Your eyes are rolling back in your head, mouth agape as the tension mounts inside of you.

“You belong to me,” he growls. “You belong to this cock.”

You can barely form a lucid thought, so very close to reaching euphoria.

“Yes!” you whine. “Yes, Hunter!”

As he forces you over your peak, your vision goes white. Your orgasm thrashes through your body, tearing a moan from your lips. Your cunt shudders around his cock, overflowing with wetness and burning up inside. He reaches deeper inside of you than he ever could before, striking your sweet spot again and again, drawing your ecstasy out to a maddening duration.

“Fuck,” Hunter groans. “Fuck me, you’re so fucking tight!”

Try as you might to call his name, you can only babble, rendered absolutely cock-dumb by the man fucking you. By now, your entire body is covered in a slick of sweat and flush with heat. You struggle to stand, quivering legs barely able to hold your weight. From the way his body trembles around you, Hunter isn’t faring much better. But evidently, he still hasn’t had his fill of you.

Hunter doesn’t let up, thrusting fervently into your abused, throbbing cunt. Your eyes begin to well with tears, head swimming with arousal far too much to bear. Your head lolls back, cheek pressing against Hunter’s. Despite the way he fucks you within an inch of your life, his hand moves from your neck to your face, gently cradling you as he dots a kiss on your lips.

“Think you’ve got one more in you?” he rasps, pressing a lazy kiss on your ear.

Though you hesitate, you eventually answer with a weary nod. With a loud moan, Hunter sinks his fingers into your hip so hard you fear your skin might bruise. The hand he holds on your face slips down between your legs, drawing tight circles around your swollen clit.

“Come on my cock, beautiful,” he breathes. “Come on my cock one more time, and I’ll fill this pretty pussy up with cum.”

Though you can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, his words push you over the edge. With the only pathetic whimper your hoarse throat can manage, you come once more, cunt spasming around Hunter’s length.

Thankfully, Hunter isn’t far behind you this time. Just as he promised, when you finish around him, he spills his hot cum inside of you, filling you so much that it quickly begins to seep from between your legs. He keeps his length inside of you, managing one or two more thrusts before he begins to soften.

The only sounds you hear now are the two of you gasping for air and the gentle lap of the lake against the shore. As all your adrenaline subsides, your legs threaten to give out underneath you. But before you can topple over, Hunter catches you, holding you around your waist.

“Easy there,” he warns, a chuckle buried in his words. You look up at him, finding a flustered smile on his lips—every sign of that dirty-talking casanova gone from his eyes. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he asks, “Are you… feeling better?”

You narrow your eyes at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you really asking me that?” you smirk. Though it’s hard to see through his tanned skin, you swear Hunter’s cheeks darken. “Yes. I’m feeling much better… thanks to you.”

Hunter grins, resting his forehead gently against yours.

“Yeah… I’m feeling better, too,” he sighs. “Sorry for being short with you before.”

“Sorry for driving you up a wall all week,” you giggle.

Hunter smirks. Gently, he lifts you up in his embrace, tucking one arm under your legs and the other under your back. When you meet his eyes, he tilts his head towards the beautiful lake illuminated in the moonlight.

“Why don’t we wash up?” he suggests. 

With a heavy sigh of contentment, you nod. “That sounds wonderful.”

As Hunter carries you to the water, you smile softly, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest.

“By the way… I think we need to have a discussion about your language, Sergeant,” you tease him.

He chuckles, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve been reprimanded for worse,” he shrugs.

AN: im 3/3 hunter smut i dont think i should ever write a normal fic for him at this point. Anyway i hope u liked and/or it sated your demonic possession as well!!! ✨✨ (also im literally not doing my usual 'taglist' for this one cuz im so GD embarrassed sHGHGHS)

[mrs-weasley-reid]

I love 'Cases and Candie'! Could you perhaps write one about the first time the reader does this with the team all confused? If not that's cool. ❤️

STARTING A TRADITION•••

bau team x bau!reader Cases and Candies prequel

Sypnosis: you have a lot of sweets up in your sleeves. WARNING: nothing. all fluff. A/N: OMG YESSSSS! This has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months but I've been so busy to post it! Sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy! <3

To say that the case was tiring is an understatement. The BAU team is shattered. Dozing off. Sore necks. Two weeks of an exhausting case rendered everyone overdue for an uninterrupted forty-eight hours of slumber.

Granted, the next few days were reserved for catching up on paperwork. A little slack off the weight of the recent case. Nonetheless, it didn't make any BAU agents feel better.

Your eyes barely managed to stay open while you got off the jet, almost causing a domino effect if it wasn't for Hotch's alert reflexes. You tripped on a step and were about to lay your weight on poor lanky Spencer Reid when Hotch caught the back of your collar, choking you awake.

The drive back to Quantico wasn't any restful than you'd hoped, either. Emily drove on the verge of dozing off, freestyling on the traffic lane. You, JJ, and Spencer were bombarded with honking cars and a few patrons cursing, all while praying for your lives to be spared. Surprisingly, you all managed to get to the parking lot in one piece.

In the elevator, it felt like someone had died. The silence was deafening, yet none of you disrupted it, submerging yourselves with little peace. In fact, none of you realized that the elevator doors had slid open until it lost patience and closed the doors.

Emily exclaimed, "The doors! Push! Push!"

Spencer absentmindedly jammed the button for the doors to open.

"That's enough, Reid." Derek placed a hand on Spencer's shoulder as he exited the elevator.

Everyone emerged from the small lift, sluggishly dragging their feet on the linoleum floor.

"Good evening," Strauss greeted with an apologetic look.

Rossi was the first to express his immediate opposition to whatever the section chief was about to say. "I told you," He turned to Hotch, "We should've just gone straight home."

Strauss sighed with a tight lip, "I'm sorry, everyone, but I need your brief action reports about your recent case by tonight." She would've turned a blind eye if she could, but the higher-ups were on her neck, too. She could only offer a pitiful, awkward smile.

Simultaneously, all of you groaned like children. But something caught your attention when you hoisted your go-bag under your arm.

You felt small pebbles poke on your side the tighter you held your bag close. And soon, it clicked. You remembered the small pouch of candies you bought on your way to the airport.

You had the habit of rewarding yourself with sweets, no matter how huge or small your deed was. So, when you saw the adorable packaging at the souvenir shop in the hotel lobby, you didn't think twice.

You planned to indulge in it when you got home, but your colleagues seemed to need the tiny reward as well. And as a kind and thoughtful human being—looking over the part where Derek stole your last chocolate bar—you decided to share your little source of dopamine.

Everyone slugged to their respective cubicles or offices.

Spencer's head dove into his desk, eyes blown wide and red. He was shaking like he was about to explode. It made sense for someone who downed three mugs of coffee, and yet his body couldn't cooperate with anything he wanted to do.

Emily repeatedly smacked the thin manila folder atop her head, "Absorb it. Absorb my brain. I don't wanna write!" She whined childishly.

Derek laughed at the two of them, unaware of him writing with a pen that ran out of ink. His grin dropped as soon as his eyes looked down on his paper.

Hotch finally entered the bullpen, returning from a short conversation with Strauss. His face no longer held his stoic expression but instead masked with exhaustion and frustration.

Before Hotch retreated inside his office, he leaned against the railing, looking over the three agents and you. "Just write as much as you can in an hour, then you may go." He announced and shut his door.

You quickly stood up, catching the other three agents' attention. You held a smile on your face, which left them confused and annoyed at the same time.

"No offense, but I really want to punch that smile off your face right now," Emily grumbled, fanning the folder on her face to keep herself awake.

"Yeah, I hate it too." Spencer agreed, rubbing his eyes frustratedly.

You rolled your eyes at Spencer, "Weren't you the one to say that smiling can trick your brain into happiness?" You reasoned, taming your excitement over a small piece of candy.

Spencer blinked slowly. You didn't need 187 IQ to know that he was planning your murder in detail in his head while he glared at you in silence.

"What about sweets?" You waved your small pouch in front of them. "This one was kind of expensive. I was going to share it with everyone, but I guess everyone is too tired for a piece of candy." You shrugged, slowly putting your hand down.

"Hold on!" Emily rolled her seat to peek over your cubicle, "Are those liquor-filled candies?"

Derek's ears rang, lifting his gaze up. "A what-what candy?"

"Each candy has alcohol. Well, most of them. I bought assorted candies." You said, drawing the boy genius in.

"D-did you know that eating s-sweets quickly goes from the stomach to the bloodstream and then to the brain, where it causes a surge in dopamine?" Spencer almost drooled as he followed the sway of your pouch.

You grinned teasingly, "Is that so?"

He nodded vigorously, licking the bottom of his lip as his eyes sparkled.

"Shoot," Derek winced, clutching his leg. "Kicking doors for two weeks makes you sad. I think a piece of candy that has brandy would help."

Emily glared at Derek, "I..." She craned her neck, pointing at the to-go cup on her desk. "I think the coffee burned my tongue! I need something to test if my taste buds are ruined. Say a candy or something." She glanced at your pouch.

"Halloween is a month from now," Spencer announced as if it was enough reason for you to give him a piece of candy.

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head. "Fine," You opened the pouch and faced it to them, "But only one for each. I'm going to share it with the others."

The three of them simultaneously grinned, racing on who gets to pick first.

"I wanted that one!" Emily hissed at Derek, who swiftly unwrapped the packaging and shoved it in his mouth.

"Hmm?" Derek jazzed his hands, smirking at Emily.

Spencer meticulously decided as if he was making a chess move. In the end, he chose a truffle.

"Ooo, what do we have here?" JJ chimed in as she walked in the bullpen, carrying a few folders.

You smiled and extended your arm towards her, "Have some sweets, Ms. Gorgeous."

JJ chuckled and raised a brow, "I am definitely taking your offer. This is rare." She quickly rummaged through the small pouch. After a few seconds, JJ grabbed another candy, a plain caramel-filled chocolate. "For Henry."

"Nah, that's for Henry's mom too," Derek interjected, pointing accusingly at JJ.

"If she's getting more, then I should too. Halloween candies are supposed to be more than one." Spencer's hand quickly dove inside your little pouch as if it was deeper than the ocean.

"Geez," You laughed after they were all satisfied to acquire another piece. "You guys can pass as scammers." You shake your head, closing the pouch in case another hand attempts to get a piece.

You then headed to Rossi's office, knocking softly. "Want some liquor-filled candy?" You peeked through the door.

Rossi lifted his gaze and was met with your wiggling pouch. He smiled and motioned for you to come in. "And when do you ever share your treasured sweets?" He said, putting his pen down to give you his full attention.

You snorted, "What do you mean? I always share." You giddily snickered, walking closer to his desk.

"I guess we don't have to talk about Spencer's one-week bruise during that one case..." Rossi shrugged and grabbed one candy from your pouch.

"He ate my last candy, Rossi! Not because it was in the jet's kitchenette doesn't mean he can eat it." You defended, grinning at his raised brow.

Rossi hummed in response, knowing not to press further.

You left his office not long after he thanked you for a nice red wine-flavored candy. So, your feet quickly brought you to Hotch's office.

"Come in." He said from behind the door. Hotch gazed at you with tired eyes, furrowing his brows when he saw your playful grin, "Can I help you with something?"

"Nope," You shook your head and softly smiled, standing before his desk. You placed a whiskey-flavored candy in front of his nameplate, "Great job on the case, boss." You put your thumbs up, then skipped out of his office like a toddler who's given permission to stay up past her bedtime.

He watched as you exited his door and almost tripped on the stairs down the bullpen. Hotch shook his head and flashed his rare smile, reaching for the candy. He popped it in his mouth, widening his grin when the bittersweet taste of whiskey spread on his palette. The next sentences on his action reports were written with less weight.

Down the bullpen, Penelope begrudgingly poured coffee in her mug, mumbling curses and how she would hack into the higher-ups' computers and spam them with ads. Action reports were not on her task, but if the team stays, she stays.

"Hey, beautiful lady," You nudged her.

"I love you with all my heart, but I am in no condition to be all happy, happy. I might choke someone who breathes next to me." Penelope sipped her coffee, tasting every single drop.

Your palm served as a platform for the little sweet, advertising the red-wrapped candy between Penelope's eyes. "I just wanted to offer the prettiest tech analyst a token of my gratitude in a form of candy. Will you accept?"

Penelope's eyes twinkled, her lips twitching into a smile. She carefully took the sweet from your hand and offered you a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry I doubted your intentions, my liege."

"You're forgiven," You giggled and gave her a side hug.

After having a little chat with Penelope, distracting her mind off the fact that you still had to write paperwork, you went back to your cubicle.

A small sticky note on top of your pile of manila folders greeted you.

I don't mind doing extra action reports in exchange for chocolate truffles — S.R

And who were you to decline such an offer?

[jellyfitzjelly]

I can’t stop imagining Dammon railing Zevlor in an alleyway, feeling jealous and possessive after seeing someone trying to flirt with Zevlor. Dammon, sucking and biting marks onto the paladin’s throat, growling that he will ruin Zevlor for anyone else and how much he is Zevlor’s and Zevlor is his.

Bonus, Dammon enjoys seeing the subtle limp in Zevlor’s walk and how the older man is wearing higher-than-usual collared shirts afterwards

Sorry for the huge delay, anon. 😭 IRL is kicking my ass right now and I don't have much time to work on requests so I'm quite slow. Hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!

Jealousy | E | 625 | AO3

Dammon grinded his teeth as he watched the woman at the bar all but throw herself at Zevlor, laughing loudly at his quips and touching him all over. The young man gripped his cup as his lover smiled and laughed with her. Dammon growled low in his throat, tail twitching as Zevlor came back with their drinks.

“Everything all right?” the Hellrider asked as he took his seat next to the young man.

Dammon sulked, staying silent. He took a sip of his drink. Zevlor wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“You’re sulking?” he whispered with a fond smile like a father trying to coax a child back to the dining table.

“Just tired,” Dammon muttered, infuriated to know his lover was absolutely right.

Zevlor hummed, gently squeezing his thigh with fondness. The young man knew he was trying to coax him out of his sulking, but it just annoyed him further. Dammon knew rationally he was being stupidly jealous for nothing. Zevlor would never cheat on him, yet he couldn’t help the flare of possessiveness in his heart each time someone would flirt with his lover.

The woman passed by, brushing Zevlor’s shoulder and smiling at him. His lover smiled back. This was the last straw for Dammon. Baring his teeth and growling, he grabbed Zevlor’s wrist and dragged him out of the tavern, deaf to his lover’s protests. Dammon dived into the first dark alley he could find. He pushed Zevlor against the wall and crashed his lips against his. His lover made a surprised sound. When they separated, Dammon bit Zevlor’s lip and shoved a knee between his thighs.

“What– What prompted this?” Zevlor panted as Dammon bit his throat, nails raking down his body to unbuckle his pants.

“You’re mine,” the young man growled.

He sucked a bruise on Zevlor’s pec. His tail wrapped possessively around his lover’s leg. Dammon wanted to mark Zevlor. He wanted everyone to see he was his and his only. Feeling the need to possess him completely, he flipped his lover, shoving their pants down. Zevlor moaned when he understood what the young man wanted, tail quivering with anticipation. He mumbled the spell they usually used, just in time as Dammon pushed his cock inside. Zevlor keened before slapping his hand over his mouth as his lover took his pleasure roughly, tails wrapped around the other.

“You’re my bitch,” Dammon growled in his ear. “Don’t you ever forget this or I’ll lock you in a chastity cage!”

Zevlor moaned, clenching around Dammon when he heard him. The young man was giving him vigorous thrusts, hitting his prostate repeatedly and dragging the Hellrider closer and closer to release.

“I’ll keep you in my bed, fuck you full of my cum so you know who you belong to,” Dammon panted, thrusts growing erratic.

“Yes,” his lover whimpered. “Yes, please, Dammon–”

The young man came with a strangled moan. He sunk his teeth in Zevlor’s shoulder. The Hellrider came biting his own hand, shaking and clenching around Dammon.

As they caught their breath, Dammon slipped out and kissed his lover’s shoulder.

“What was that about?” Zevlor chuckled with fondness as he righted his clothing.

“She was all over you and you did nothing,” the blacksmith mumbled, almost pouting.

“The girl?” the older man asked with incredulity. “Surely you don’t think I’d cheat on you.”

“It’s not that,” he sighed with frustration. “I just… You’re mine.”

The Hellrider chuckled again, stroking his cheek with fondness. He drew him into his arms as they walked back home.

“I am yours, Dammon. Just because others don’t know it doesn’t change that fact,” Zevlor whispered with a smile. “Unless you want to ravish me in front of a crowd?”

Dammon swat him on the arm.

“You lecher,” he teased him, earning himself a peck on the lips from the Hellrider.

Despite this, Dammon couldn’t help but feel smug the next day when he noticed the limp on Zevlor and the high collar.

[caroline-bunny]

something that makes me crazy about scar and grian in third life is how the power dynamic between them works.

Yes, grian is technically indebted to scar, but we've all seen how scar never insists on it. grian is the one who pushes the debt.

scar is an instigator, so he steals from and threatens dogwarts and everyone else. grian "begrudgingly" follows along, complaining the whole way and pushing back. but he still follows nonetheless, following scar up monopoly mountain and following him to the very end.

at one point martyn (i believe) suggests to bigb that they should "rescue" grian. then bigb agrees but adds "well, i think he likes it...". which is fair. the two then compare grian's situation to stockholm syndrome. even though i find the comment funny i don't fully agree.

grian as a character does whatever he wants to do. if he wants to play pranks, he plays pranks. if he wants to stay, he stays, and that's what he did.

everything grian does is of his own will (pulling out a lava bucket and pouring it on joel, only to put it out immediately. he builds him and scar a base without being asked. he does all of these things and says, "poor me, i'm being held here with a MADMAN against my will."

if this isn't proof enough then look at when grian turns yellow. he's not indebted to scar anymore, he died in his own trap and could just go anywhere he wanted, but he went straight back to scar. that's a very important part of their dynamic (to me at least) and i dont see people discussing it often.

grian literally admits this about scar: "im technically yellow so i could leave but i just have this... moral obligation to him... he's the most interesting character on the server. i just cant let him go."

scar is the one that ends up betraying grian in the end. not grian, who had every oppurtunity to either leave or stab scar in the back or not look out for him like he did. a lot of it is absolutely the guilt over the prank, but i think grian also has a huge soft spot for scar in general.

this isn't to say grian is entirely complicit in scar's shenanigans; grian warned everyone he came across that scar was trying to charm his way into a new pair of boots or a chestplate. i think this was grian being cheeky, as they often are to one another (i doubt scar forgot to wear armor as much as he claimed to).

scar in turn is meant to be more of a "leader" role, but he doesn't play that role often in third life. he likes playing on the same level as grian and the "debt" grian owes him eventually turns into a partnership; two people fighting on the same side equally. this extends itself into the cactus ring, where it's equal chances of winning with no armor.

in conclusion they make me so so crazy and i am unwell about them. sorry if this is messy

[wheredafandomat]

Why be sad when you can write little angst drabble instead? 😂

Just angst really 😅

The sound of your door knocking woke you up, sighing as you glanced over at the time on the clock. 3 AM wasn’t the most sociable time in the world yet you had a guest nonetheless. You stood up, walking towards your bedroom window, hearing him before you saw him. Opening the window, you looked outside at Loki who was unsteady on his feet as he continued waiting for you to open the door.

“Fuck sake.” You huffed.

“Y/n.” Loki beamed, looking up at you.

“Shhh” you hushed, placing a finger over your lips “I’ll let you in.”

Going downstairs, you yawned as you approached the door, almost regretting it when Loki stumbled in, giggling as he caught himself. It was evident that he was drunk, in his walk, on his breath and in his expression.

“What are you doing here Loki?” You asked, unamused as you closed the door behind him.

“I was just passing through the area—” he began.

“At three AM?” You interrupted him.

“I wanted to see you” he grinned, pinching one of your cheeks “see that pretty face.”

“You’re drunk Loki.” You sighed, crossing your arms.

“You let me in.” He countered.

“You can sleep this off here and then you can leave in the morning.” You decided, expression blank as you spoke to him.

“Lead the way.” He smiled, gesturing to the stairs.

“You can sleep down here on the sofa.”

“Y/nnn.” He whined.

“Or you can sleep on the streets, your choice.” You shrugged.

“Fine” he answered, sitting down “can you at least humor me for a moment?” He asked.

“What?” You exhaled, Loki trying your patience.

“Sit.” He insisted.

You sat down, Loki sitting next to you as a silence filled the space around you both.

“You haven’t spoken to me in weeks.” He finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“You haven’t called.” You replied.

“So now I’m the only one who can pick up a phone.” Loki answered sarcastically.

“What do you want me to say Loki?” You snapped, looking at him.

“I want you to call me, ask me how my day was, tell me about yours, I want to know you’re there.” He stressed.

“Well sorry, sorry for not calling” you scoffed “you could have called too.”

“You said you needed space.”

“I do, I need space and yet here you are, drunk at my doorstep at 3 AM going on about how I don’t call you enough.”

“You’re my wife y/n.” Loki quipped.

“Yeah.” you snorted mirthlessly.

“What is it you want from me?” Loki asked, sobering up as he sat up “what more could I possibly give you?”

“You know what, we’re not doing this.” You dismissed him, standing up.

“I promised that I’d always love you, I do, I do love you, even now, still, after everything and it’s still not enough for you to call me?” Loki raised his voice, standing too.

“I’m sorry.” You retreated, voice small. “It’s been a lot.”

“I know, it’s been a lot for me too and having you would have made a huge difference but no, you pushed me away, like you push everyone away.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I’ll tell you what’s not fair, putting everything into this marriage only for you to throw it away.”

“I didn’t throw it away Loki.”

“Then what is this? Why do I have to show up at our house in the middle of the night intoxicated for you to let me in, to speak to me?”

“Loki I—” you began, tears beginning to brim in the corners of your eyes.

“You know what, it’s fine.” Loki exhaled, turning around and walking back towards the door.

“Loki wait.” You called after him.

“I’ve been waiting y/n, if you don’t see this working out between us then we should just end it now.”

“Loki.” You began to sniffle.

“Don’t cry” he tried to console you, wiping away one of your tears “please.”

“I just— I need more time.”

Taking a deep breath, Loki composed himself.

“Alright, take some time.” Loki nodded, stepping away from you. Unbeknownst to you, it was the last time he’d walk out of the house, the last time he’d speak to you, the last time you’d see him.

“And if you knew that he’d get into an accident, what would you have done differently?”

“I-I would have told him how much I loved him.” You answered, wiping a tear away from the memory.

I wouldn’t have let him go

“Say it now.” Your therapist encouraged.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes before you spoke.

“I love you Loki, and I-Im sorry.” You sniffled.

“Good.” Your therapist smiled, encouraging you to say more but you couldn’t, you were too broken.

[thecynthh]

smart ass - M.S pt 2

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to him him

notes - college setting, matt gets more attention ! not proofread!

authors notes - sooo i hope yalls like this, its shorter than i would like it to be but nonetheless its out! hope you guys like this one and i promise ill be updating again soon. also taglist soon! ill be asking who wants to be on it very soon and making an official intro and masterlist soon. thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part of smart ass!

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6:14 pm

friday night rolled around faster than i thought it would, i strip off my diner uniform laying down in my bed in just my undergarments. i lay out a large sigh letting myself melt into my bed. 

my phone buzzed beside me with a notification posted on my lock screen. 

Matt S 🐼 

8120 palace road 7 pm, see u soon :) 6:18 pm

i drop my phone back down, ill just close my eyes for a second, cus that shift really took it out of me. my eyes fell and a light sleep rushed over me. 

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10:17

buzz. buzz. buzz.

buzz. buzz. buzz. 

i swiftly sit up and hear the repetitive ring of my cell phone. i see many notifications from my multiple social media apps and from matt. oh shit. MATT! I completely forgot about him!  

Matt S 🐼

hey are u still coming over? 7:32pm

i know we agreed on 7 but if you need time just tell me 7:55

just get over here when u’re able too, please get here safe 8:57pm

oh shit oh shit oh shit. i quickly slip on some sweats and a baggy crew neck and grabs my school bag, im glad i thought about packing it before work today. i swipe up my laptop from my small desk and dash out the door. my car unlocks as i drop everything that was in my arms onto the seat next to me and step on the pedal getting there as fast as i possibly could. 

i see the outside of the larger house neighborhood and finally get to the house I was told to come too, pulling into the driveway. I see a silhouette of a man in one of the windows. 

i grab all of my belongings scrambling to the door, clicking the doorbell. I hear a melodic tune ring throughout the house. footsteps grace the front door as the door swings open. matt's eyes widen as they scan my body. 

He pushes the storm door open and says “oh you came.”

“im SO sorry matt, i came home after my shift and i ended up falling asleep on my bed because there was this mishap at the diner and i got blamed for it and i swear to god my boss is such an idiot and im so fed up with his bullshit.” i take a deep breath in “and then i know we agreed  again i fell asleep like a goddamn idiot.”

he just stared at me like i was the idiot, “im sorry is what i meant to say.” i continued 

he chuckles a little before stepping back slightly giving me space to enter, “hey its alright just come on in. follow me.” he says using his hand signaling to come along. 

we make it to a fairly large bedroom, i see a gaming setup squished onto a desk that was clearly not meant for housing gaming paraphernalia. “you can throw whatever we need onto the bed, we can just study there. and get comfortable. I know it's late but i'm still okay to stay up and we can even order coffee and some food as well if we get hungry. there’s not much in the fridge but chris’ soda if i’m being honest.”

“i’m alright for right now so let’s just get started on studying” i say to him.  

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1:29

“did you get that?” i ask matt after reviewing what we just went through. 

“yuuuup” he says with a smile, i noticed that his eyes squint when he smiles or laughs, its cute. i don't really think he got half of what i was saying but i think i got my point across.

“ i think it’s a good time to take a break, and plus we’ve been at this for 2 hours already.” i lay my head down against his plethora of pillows and just take a deep breath in. he copies me and comes falling down onto his bed.

i feel his weight shift as he reaches over for a remote to turn on the tv in front of us booting up netflix. moving down to his recently watched “brooklyn 99” begins to play as i hear the familiar voice of andy samberg talking. the theme song plays as i look over the boy beside me. 

“you like brooklyn 99?” i ask him with a furrowed brow pasted across my face. 

“god i love this show, every single episode.” he tells me looking back at me, his eyes stray from my eyes to my lips to my body. i didnt mind it to be honest, i kinda liked it if anything. 

I directed my sight back to the show. We sat in a comfortable silence but i couldn’t stay focused for long as my eyes wandered over to his sweats, then his hand near them. being fair he actually was pretty fine, i heard rumors before that he slept around a bit a year ago but it was old news quickly. 

as we near our third episode my eyes feel heavy and all my cares slipped away again as i drift off to sleep in his bed. 

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2:49

ugh, i wake up feeling incredibly hot. i rip off my sweater and dip underneath the covers, wow my sheets feel really nice, very fluffy…. 

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

Augusnippets Day 5: Feverish Caretaking - Leo

This one doesn't have much illness, but it gives some insight into Leo's life. I know I haven't formally introduced them, mainly because they don't live in the same town as my other OCs, so they're not a huge part of my world yet.

The basics of Leo: Depending on the day, their pronouns are either he/him, or they/them (in this fic, they're using they/them pronouns). They're family is French, so at home they speak French, and they all have French names (their birth name is Léon, but they prefer to be called Leo). Aurélie is their 14 year old sister. They have a chronic illness, which means they are often (almost always) sick to some extent, and it often impacts their mobility.

Ages of the siblings (oldest to youngest): Luc, Nicolas, Leo, Aurélie, Gabriel

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Leo pulls themself out of their desk chair, bracing for a moment as a headrush sweeps through them, a key feature of the fever they know is present in their body.

They make their way through their house, settling on the couch so they have a good view of the driveway, waiting for their maman’s return.

They frown in worry, as they replay the conversation they just had with their maman, where they learned that Aurélie is sick. Their maman is dropping her off, after picking her up from school.

“Léon, are you sure that you’re okay to look after your sister? You weren’t feeling well this morning.”

Leo sighed gently, before replying, “I’m feeling better Maman, and I can look after her. Have a little faith in me.” They tack on the snarky comment at the end, knowing their maman has good reason to worry about them, but annoyed by her triple checking nonetheless.

Just then, a familiar car pulls up to the house, and Leo waits by the door as their maman leads their younger sister into the house.

Aurélie looks miserable, walking at half her normal pace, slowly coming into the house. She latches onto their maman’s hand, looking like a girl going to school for the first time rather than one spending the afternoon with her sibling. The sight makes Leo’s heart clench, knowing that she’s worried about spending time with them.

Their maman stands in the doorway watching in concern.

“Are you sure yo-” she starts, before Leo interrupts.

“Maman, I know you’re worried, but you told me you have things you need to do.” She frowns at the interruption, but when she gives a slight nod in agreement Leo continues, “If anyone knows how to look after someone, it would be me, don’t you think? I’ll call you if we need you.”

This might be the chance they need to start reconnecting with Aurélie, even if neither of them are feeling or best, or particularly looking forward to the conversation. But fevers have a way of making Leo open up, when other methods would fail, and they feel oddly hopeful today.

And with that, they essentially push their maman out the door, turning their full attention to their sister, who has moved to the couch and curled up, hugging her stomach.

“Aw, Aurélie, I’m sorry you don't feel good,” says Leo, starting to crouch down to her level. When their knees twinge with pain, however, they stand up, sitting next to her instead. They push their momentary discomfort to the side in order to care for her.

“How are you feeling?” they ask tentatively.

“Fucking awful,” she answers, glaring at him.

“Don’t let maman hear you saying that,” they tease with a tentative smile, grinning in full when she smiles back in response. (even if that smile is accompanied by a roll of her eyes, it’s still a win)

They’re quiet for a few moments, as Leo contemplates what to say. If this was Gabe, they would know how to help. Instead, it’s Aurélie, and they haven’t had a proper relationship in years.

Before they can figure out what to say, Aurélie quietly says “I threw up at school. All over the hallway. Everyone saw.” From her voice, they can tell she’s seconds away from crying.

Despite his earlier misgivings, he scooches towards her and wraps her up in a hug.

“Aw, Ray, that’s awful, I’m so sorry that happened,” they murmur in her ear.

She starts full-on sobbing, clutching them in a tight hug, and burying her face in their chest. As her sobs eventually slow down and she starts sniffling, she whispers to him, “You haven’t called me ‘Ray’ in years.”

Leo feels their heart drop, as they realize the truth behind her words and what they say about their relationship.

“I know, ‘Rélie,” they respond, burying their face in her brown hair, hugging her closer still.

“You didn’t need me,” she whispers, sounding so broken, as tears leak from her eyes again.

Leo feels some tears slip down their face too, as they try to formulate their thoughts.

“I don’t think that’s true, Ray. I… I was a mess, I didn’t know what I needed. But I never meant to push you away.”

“But you had Nicolas, and Gabriel! I wasn’t ever part of the conversation.”

“It was a hard situation for everyone. No, listen, ‘Rélie,” they say when she tries to interrupt, “I couldn’t do anything, I didn’t know how to help myself let alone spend energy on others. Nico was the only person who made me feel normal. And Gabe was the only person who made me feel alive. My relationships with them got stronger, and I saw less and less of you, and maman and papa got really over-protective of me, and by the time I started Rainbow Youth it was so busy and I was still figuring everything out and by then it felt too late to try and get to know you again.”

She still has tears sparkling in her big blue eyes, and they know they’ve been crying too, but she looks a little less anguished with the explanation.

“Guess it’s my turn then,” she starts, with only a trace of bitterness in her tone, “I know we were closer when I was little, but when you started disappearing, I… I didn’t know what to think or how to feel. You weren’t talking, I didn’t seem to exist to you. I thought you didn’t care, which I guess was self-centered of me, but I didn’t know what else to think. Gabe and Nico could help you, and I didn’t know how I could, so I guess I felt guilty? And Maman cried all the time, did you know that? I’d never seen her cry before, and… and I was scared. And then there was all that shit-”

“Language,” they chastise gently.

“-with Luc, who was being a complete-” she cuts herself off, cheeks flushing red.

Leo chuckles at her, knowing what she was about to say, “A complete jackass?” they finish her thought.

She grins at him, and nods, then says, with a teasing smirk on her face, “Don’t let maman hear you saying that.”

“But yeah, he was awful, and we used to be pretty close. And I felt so lost, being around you made it worse. Which wasn’t fair to you, obviously, but that’s how I justified it. But I think I really miss you.”

“I miss you too. I feel like I missed so much of you growing up, I don’t even know who you are anymore. But I’m gonna try to do better, I want to know you, Ray.”

“Me too, Leo.” Their eyes fill with tears again, as she uses their proper name.

Maybe it’s a good thing, in a weird convoluted way, that they were both sick on this day, allowing them to reconnect after so many years. No longer distant relatives, but becoming siblings once more.

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Pirates: Nicol Route Good Ending

All of the summaries I have written so far are available in the Hamefura Pirates Summary Index.

Nicol Route Good Ending: The Projection of an Exciting Future

Several weeks have passed since the Vinculum's incident and Katarina and Keith are currently visiting the Ascart household following Sophia's invitation.

Katarina, Nicol and Keith are having tea and Sophia has gone out of the room to get some books. Katarina is glad that the pirates' incident has been settled and that everything is back to normal. As she wonders what happened to Ryle, Cet and Frederic, Keith informs her that Cet and Frederic have been taken by the Queed Royal Knights and that Ryle is staying in Queed too. Katarina feels sorry for Ryle and Cet since the unveiling party of their ship went badly, but Nicol is still glad that everyone is safe.

Sophia enters the room with a huge stack of books that she would like to lend to Katarina. Katarina can't help noticing that these books have dubious titles, but nonetheless looks forward to reading them.

Then Sophia suddenly says that she can't wait until she can call Katarina "Big Sister". Hearing this, Katarina nearly spits out her tea. Nicol scolds Sophia for embarrassing Katarina, but Sophia doesn't understand why she can't say it since the two of them really are lovers. Sophia is right, but it doesn't feel that way to Katarina since Nicol and her have hardly been intimate with each other ever since they are back. They haven't gone on a date either.

Sophia makes a remark about Keith and Nicol becoming brothers-in-law after Nicol marries Katarina, and hearing this, Katarina and Keith realize that they will all become relatives. Nicol is worried that Keith might not want to accept him as his brother, but Keith assures him that he is fine with it. He feels relieved since Nicol will probably properly look after Katarina. Actually, it would be the contrary. Millidiana is worried about the trouble that Katarina might cause Nicol. Katarina feels a bit hurt that her mother still has no confidence in her.

Sophia is having fun imagining Nicol and Katarina's wedding ceremony. She would like to have a Devilish Count theme, but she also would like to reproduce a scene from another romance novel. Sophia is getting overly excited, so Nicol tries to curb her enthusiasm by telling her that it is still a long way off until they get married. But Sophia doesn't care: she has always dreamt of their wedding and she wants to look forward to it now. She also decides that she will never get married so that she can help Nicol make Katarina the happiest in the world.

Sophia gets carried away by her enthusiasm and decides that Nicol and Katarina should get more intimate. She pulls Katarina off her seat and makes her sit next to Nicol. Then she pushes her against him while happily inviting them to go off in their own little world.

Katarina and Nicol are embarrassed and try to calm Sophia down. Katarina retorts that Sophia may fall in love one day and leave her family. Sophia can't really imagine herself falling in love, but she will think about it if she meets someone like Katarina or Nicol.

Katarina can't help smiling upon realizing once again that Sophia is very attached to her brother. Then she looks at Sophia and Nicol and gets mesmerized by their family bonds. Keith scolds her since she is lost in thought again. Then Katarina looks at Keith and Nicol and notes that they both have a gentle and warm gaze when looking at their sisters. Looking at her future extended family, Katarina is starting to look forward to the future.

[meeko-mar]

Ok, I hate to be the person in the corner screaming about Promare relating to MHA and even BKDK again, but, I can't help thinking here----

(spoilers below cut of Promare(Studio Trigger)

OK so it's being said that due to the 2nd's Gear Shift Quirk, Izuku could soon start feeling some heavy consequences of its use, including NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATHE, which, everyone is thinking could be a death flag maybe? At the very least, it would be a huge problem. Especially since Shigaraki isn't KO'd yet and AFO himself is on the way, no doubt to fuck everything up for the Heroes even more(and likely target Izuku and even Katsuki)

Obviously, grain of salt since the chapter isn't officially out yet, and we don't exactly know all the details of what this means.

BUT OK going on this not being able to breathe thing, Remember how in Promare, (SPOILERS, and forgive me I'm a bit rusty on all details) Lio nearly dies at the end, having used all his flame, but Galo, having seen earlier in the film how to revive a Burnish with a Kiss of life--Specifically Breathing their flame into the mouth of the other, does so for Lio.

(I didn't even use the best/most iconic shot of this moment bc I highly recommend you see it for yourself if you haven't and have decided to read my post anyway--)

It's a Burnish version of CPR but the one between Galo and Lio is treated very tenderly, like a kiss...I'm serious; the scene is slowed down, multiple shots, lighting is immaculate, Galo's tilting of Lio's chin, as shown above is JUST SO GENTLE... Paired with all the tension between these two leading up to this point, this READS LIKE A ROMANCE AND A KISS. (also this is either here nor there, but there's also an instance of what many call Straight-baiting XD)

But do we see where I'm going here?

So, Izuku pushes himself all the way to the brink, and stops being able to breathe as a consequence. The tides turn in ShigAFO's favor as Izuku loses the ability to keep up the fight. Katsuki comes to and pieces together what he's missed while being dazed and confused. Finds that Izuku has been fighting but is not reaching victory, and even worse, is now on the ropes; his time limit is spent. His body is breaking down.

He can't breathe.

And while a lot of them looking on don't know the whys or the details; it's obvious that Izuku is dying, suffocating.

Katsuki, knowing that OFA is a cursed power, can put enough of the puzzle together to know that this is a Quirk that is killing him.

He becomes involved again. He can't stay back anymore. HE IGNITES. He jumps in against everyone's advisements, rockets to Izuku, fights Shig and/or AFO off if he has to.

He hopes it's not too late as he presses his lips to Izuku's, he breathes for him.

Obviously this is a BKDK pipe dream and I know it will not occur but it was a brainworm nonetheless XD I'm sorry/not sorry, I saw Promare and that kiss of life won't leave my brain. It's such a beautiful movie.

Bonus, this is also how the two characters in Promare START:

I--I'm just saying.

The AU writes itself and Lio reads like a Vigilante Hero Deku. Galo is the fire fighter with the Burning soul and wants to burn brightest, I mean, if that is not BAKUGOU...

[bokyong]

-Arguments

You and your boyfriend, Minho, encounter yourselves in a not-so-pretty argument.. You both need to find your way out of this hellish situation.

Minho! (Your Boyfriend) x Reader!

- Fluff - Tiny Bit Of Angst -

Word Count - 1.2k+

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It had been an exhausting day. More mentally than physically you would say. The world had turned against you, taking every bit of hope you had away. Your heart ached as you recalled your painful days and nights. Everyone had abandoned you and everything felt like your fault. You were getting blamed for everything whether it was your parents, although you lived quite far from them in a college dorm, or your “friends”. At least you had one person left. One person who was still and always would be there for you through the ups and downs. Or so you thought.

That person was Lee Minho. Your lovely boyfriend. The boy you would give up everything for. He stayed by your side even in the hardest times. He was your shoulder to cry on, your bright light in the darkness. Your everything.

Now you weren’t sure how this had happened, whether it was your bottled up anger and tears or your hatred towards the unfair world you lived in, but somehow you and Minho had gotten into a huge argument. Maybe it was the raging monster inside of you who finally found it’s way out and onto your boyfriend. You hadn’t intended to scream at him when he asked you why you were sulking. It might’ve been the emotions from the enormous fight you had with your parents a few hours before. You didn’t know. All you knew was that you took all of your feelings and crushed them right on top of Minho.

After nearly half an hour of screaming back and forth from the two of you, you both went your separate ways with you in your guys’ shared room and him in the kitchen. You didn’t know what he was doing in there nor did you care. Your selfishness had gotten the best of you, leaving you sobbing under the covers. This time, Minho wasn’t there to comfort you and tell you everything would be okay. Knowing that made you cry harder, your relentless yells replaying in your head. You muffled your weeping into Minho’s fluffy pillow.

You weren’t sure why you had used that pillow. Right now you hated your boyfriend with all of your guts. Nonetheless, you clutched onto it tightly, face buried in the soft fabric. You couldn’t even imagine how Minho was feeling right now. Did he hate you? Did he feel betrayed? These thoughts overfilled your head, eventually leaving you breathing heavily as your heart sped up.

At this point, you didn’t even realize you were having a full on anxiety attack. You found your whole body shaking in nervousness as you continued to overthink. Broken cries mixed with anxious whines were escaping your lips as you held tighter onto the pillow. Of course Minho had heard you crying your eyes out but when the mixed crying and whining registered in his head, he knew what was happening. He had experienced your panic attacks many times and no matter how much he was hurt by you right now, he couldn’t just let you suffer. Not even a second after he heard your uneasiness, he bursted into the room, jumping on the bed next to you. He grabbed your hands repeating the same calming words over and over again. “Breathe Y/N, breathe.. I’m here now, everything will be okay..”

He immersed you into a cozy hug, rubbing your back to calm you down. After a while, your breathing evened out, your grip still on his pillow. You looked into his eyes and immediately broke down again. You couldn’t help it. The nervous look he gave you even when you had previously screamed at him made your pain unimaginable. You hid your face into his neck, your tears wetting his soft skin. “I-I’m s-sorry..” You muttered in a shaky voice, sobs mixed in. “Shhh.. don’t be sorry baby..” He told you, pushing your head further into his neck and playing with your long hair.

After your weeping had slowly came to a halt, you watched your boyfriends eyes staring intently at you. “I-I didn’t mean what I said.. You know that right? I was just stressed and wasn’t-” Your rambling continued on until you were stopped by Minho. “I know I know, it’s not your fault honey..” He comfortingly whispered, still rubbing soft circles on your back. The room was filled with a tranquil silence, your sniffles being the only audible sound in the room. You snuggled deep into his body, not wanting him to see your tear stricken face out of pure guilt. Your boyfriend just held you, maintaining the quietness as he rocked you back and forth.

After he was sure you had calmed down enough, he pushed you off of him to look you in your puffed up eyes. He placed his fingers under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him after you tried averting his gaze. “Look at me baby.” He commanded, fingers still beneath your chin. You reluctantly stared into his big, shimmering eyes. It was only then that you realized his own eyes had a bit of redness to them.

You couldn’t believe it! Your attitude had made Minho cry! You knew your boyfriend better than anyone else and you knew he refused to let even a singular tear slip from his eye. Until today I guess. Now you felt really awful.. “Oh no! Min, did I make you cry?” You asked in the saddest tone. You watched as Minho shot his head down, looking at the bed sheets below him. “N-no. I didn’t cry..” He answered in the most unbelievable way ever. Well unbelievable to you at least. “Don’t lie to me..” You told him, lifting his head up and trying to get a good look at his eyes. He immediately pulled his face away, hugging you again so you couldn’t see his teary state. You knew what he was trying to do but, nonetheless, you returned the hug.

“Listen, i’m sorry for saying those things..” Minho said after a few moments of noiselessness. “No.. i’m the one that should be sorry..” You answered, now pulling away from the hug and placing a kiss on his soft lips. He kept his lips on yours, enjoying your loving touches which he hadn’t realized how much he missed until now.

You pulled away, earning a pout from your boyfriend causing you to laugh and peck his cheek. “So we’re made up now?” He asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone. “Hm yeah, why?” You mimicked his tone, holding onto his small hand.

“What do you mean ‘why’?” He said, pretending to be offended. He giggled at the curious look in your face before responding, “I missed kissing you!”

You didn’t even have time to comprehend what he had just said before his lips were back on yours. You were both immersed in a warm kiss as his lips glided against your own. You could feel his hot breath tickling your nose. You two stayed like this for a bit before his lips departed from yours. He looked at your soft face, adoring the loving look in your eyes.

You now realized how much you loved this guy, no matter how many fights you got into with him. He would forever be your Minho and the thought of that warmed your heart..

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I literally had to look up “descriptive ways of kissing” cause i’m single & clueless 😭

Have a sunshine day! ✿

[darylsgirl]

Spaghetti & Wildflowers

Request:

Can you do one where when Daryl has just arrived in Alexandria, the reader invites him to spaghetti rather than aaron. Also the reader is extremely flirty and Daryl is just sitting there red like a tomato and he is very awkward. Just something really funny 😅

Sorry to poke my nose in on this convo. 1st off But your writing is amazing!!! 2nd i read this note.... I dream of a soft sweet norman. Everyone writes hims as sure and aggressive(in good way) i would love it to flip it. Make him maybe little younger....sweet...not sure of himself so much. Imagine there 1st time together(not him as a virgin but limited experience) also can i be added to any tag lists. Thank you for even reading this

A/N

Hey All! Thank you so much for your patience! Here is the re written and re titled "You take my breath away" It has been over a year since i have written anything so i decided to stick to just fluff this time, This ended up alot longer than i was anticipating with all the affiliating on i did but i hope you all enjoy! Let me know in the comments what you think and part two should be up within a few hours!

Lots of Love

Jen <3

MasterList

He was the most incredible looking man you had ever seen, Walking through the gates with that possum in his hand, He was definitely a little dishevelled, Looked like he was in serious need of a shower but gorgeous nonetheless. Your mouth going dry the moment you saw him, Feeling the now unfamiliar fluttering in your stomach as he walked by you, Not sparing a second glance in your direction. 

His eyes alert and suspiciously taking in his surroundings, You watched as he handed his crossbow over, Fingers twitching as it was moved further away from him. Aaron leading them to Deana’s house. Where they will no doubt be being interviewed on camera, Just like all the newcomers were. Just like you had been three months before, Looking over the others in the group seeing their wary eyes the exhaustion showing through the cracks in their demeanor. 

Letting out the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding you watched them disappear around the corner. As you were turning to go back into the house you were stopped by Olivia. Rushing from the direction the strangers had gone, a huge basket full of linens in her arms. 

“Hey Y/N Are you busy? Any chance you can give me a hand? Deana has asked me to set up the two houses down the street for the new guys” Looking at you with those hopeful puppy dog eyes, She knew there was no way you could say no to her. 

“Fineeee, But Jessie’s helping too!” You groaned, turning back towards her and down the front steps. 

“Thank you Y/N! Jessie’s already there loading some supplies into the cupboards” Her pace was getting faster now, Half running to keep up with her frantic walk you let her continue. 

“Could you please start on the beds? That would be a HUGE help. Here take this” Offloading the basket to you she turned back towards the garage that held all of the town's supplies. 

“I’m going to grab some more linen, I'll be back in a few!” 

Groaning again at the weight of the basket you walked up the steps of the house Olivia had specified. Spotting Jessie in the kitchen immediately. 

She laughed at your sour expression “She roped you into this too?” You nodded in reply carrying the basket up the stairs and starting in the first room you came to. 

Picking up the first bundle of sheets, Finding a little note attached ‘Single’ Pushing them to one side you picked up the next ‘Double’ Taking the note off and putting it back in the basket you made your way to the bed. Pulling the sheets on and making the bed easily you continued into the other three bedrooms upstairs, Finding one set of double sheets remaining. 

Walking down the stairs you passed Jessie again in the Kitchen, Stopping for a moment you took a glass of water from her mumbling your thanks, “Just the basement left! Has she come back yet?” 

“Mhmm She left that for you” pointing to a basket of towels. “And she said she’s left the next bunch of sheets and towels in the next house ready”

“And what pray tell is Olivia doing while she’s got me sweating like a Whore in Church” 

Jessie choked a little on her water trying to suppress her giggle at your words. “Beats me! Tried to ask her, She ran off looking very important” She giggled again. 

“Best get on before she finds more jobs for me!” Jessie agreed to grab the towels and put them into each bathroom, Snagging two from her and taking it down to the basement with you. 

This place was lucky really. There had been a hotel nearby that was just about to open as all hell broke loose that had stacks of linens, Plates and silverware. Enough to fully stock this place for a long time.

It seemed silly to you at first for this to be a huge concern but the longer you stayed here and the more you got used to the little comforting things like the Clean bedding and actual utensils the more important it had started to feel. It made you feel normal, Civilised. Like the world hadn’t just thrown a tantrum. Sure it never lasted very long but the comfort you got from these little things was priceless.

Once you had finished the bed down stairs you and Jessie made your way over to the second house repeating the jobs, Smiling as you left. Hopefully the comfort the little things had on you would also reassure and comfort the new guys. If only just a little. Being out there for so long yourself you knew how hard it would be for them to adapt. 

When Aaron had first brought you through the gates you thought you must have died. Everything was so….Normal, The houses were all pristine. All happy smiling faces welcoming you to the neighbourhood. It had taken you a week to speak, Sometimes you still weren’t sure if it was real at all, Maybe this is where your consciousness goes when you were walking around as one of those dead but not dead freaks. 

Walking back home you spotted Olivia, Saluting her “All done El capitan!” She laughed as you walked by purposely not slowing down in case she thought of another job for you. 

Sinking back into your couch and grabbing the book you had discarded earlier when the commotion at the gate started, You had been out hunting the day before, Which meant today you could take the next few days easy.

Reading the Hobbit for the millionth time, You easily slipped back into that familiar world, Only stopping when it got too dark to see the words on the page. The next day was much the same head straight back into your book escaping the real world as long as you could. Not realising how long you had been sitting there, The sun was low on the horizon when you were pulled from your favourite book. 

Opening the door you were greeted by a smiling Aaron. “Hey Y/N I can’t stay gotta get back to Eric, Deana is throwing a welcome party for the new guys, Since you’re our newest person besides them, She is pretty insistent you attend!” 

Rolling your eyes “Insistent hm? I think I’ll give it a miss..But thanks for the invite!” Trying to shut the door hoping this conversation was over when the door was stopped on his foot. 

“C’mon Y/N a little more socialising won’t kill you! You’ve managed to come out of your shell to me Jessie and now Olivia! A few more wouldn’t hurt right?” 

The puppy dog eyes. How did every fucker in here know that was your weak spot. 

“Ughhhhh Finee! Only if you're going to be there?” He nodded happily turning and stopping on the steps “See you at 8 wear something pretty” He winked, Taking off before you could change your mind. 

Pretty? You weren’t even sure you owned anything that could be classed as pretty. Storming upstairs like a toddler having a tantrum you stripped quickly showering the sweat from yourself before stepping out wrapping the fluffy towel around you. 

Walking over to your closet you pulled at the pile of dresses you had haphazardly thrown to the bottom of the closet when you had moved in, Never thinking in this new world there would be a place for pretty dresses. 

Separating the sizes you pulled the few that would fit you to one side throwing the rest back in a heap again. Holding them up to your chest you decided on a black figure hugging one with a slit up one side. You guessed this would be kind of functional too. The slit certainly gave you enough room to move if you needed to. Picking up a pair of almost matching wedges you threw them both on the bed. Turning your attention to your hair as you tried to tame it. 

It was a shame this new world didn’t include bloody straighteners. Groaning at yourself you couldn’t believe that had just crossed your mind. There were more important things to worry about besides your hair! 

Running the brush through it once more, It would do. Your mother certainly would be happy. She loved your naturally wavy curls. You felt the twang in your heart as you remembered her. She had lasted 6 months after the fall before one wrong step sent her into the arms of a walker taking her from you. Rubbing your eyes gently. No you wouldn’t cry, If she was here now she’d be giving you an earful about it, Demanding you enjoy your night and your freedom. 

Looking over at the tiny clock on the side 8:15 shit you were late. Pulling the dress over your head and heels on your feet you spared one last look at your reflection; smoothing the dress down on your stomach nervously. You can do this. It’s only people right? 

Slowly descending the stairs and making your way out the door, Your feet dragging as you headed closer to the party. Stopping outside the door, Hearing the laughter from the other side. 

Before you knew what you were doing you were spinning back around back up the street when a light fell over you. 

“Sneaking away before they can see you huh Y/N?” Giving him a guilty look. 

“I tried… Tried and failed. Oh well maybe next time!” You chuckled. 

“Oh hey, Daryl right?” Turning and following Aaron’s gaze you spotted him again. So the possum guy’s name was Daryl.

Giving him a small smile “I guess those kinda things aren’t for you either?” 

Not quite looking at you he gave a non committal grunt. 

Deciding to take Aaron’s earlier advice, Taking a deep breath. 

“You eaten? I’m making spaghetti if you're hungry?” He shrugged again. 

“C’mon, She makes some pretty serious spaghetti” Aaron teased, raising his eyebrow at you. 

“Guess I could eat” He mumbled, still looking more at his feet than you. Aaron gave you a wink as he went back inside giving you both a wave before shutting the door. 

“C’mon it’s this way. Just down from your house. I guess you could say we’re neighbours” He fell into step with you still staying quiet the entire way. As you opened the front door you looked backwards seeing Daryl looking between your open door and his own house. 

“Come in, Food won’t be long!” Holding the door open Daryl finally made his decision, his feet carrying him swiftly up the stairs and inside. Flicking the lights on as you followed him. 

“Kitchen’s that way, I’ll get you a drink. Whiskey, ok?” He finally looked at you. 

“You guys have Whisky?” A shocked expression crossed his face. “Yeah I found it out there still unopened a while back, I was saving it for a special occasion, But shh don’t tell Olivia or she’ll add it to that list of hers!” He gave you a small smile as you poured a glass for each of you passing it to him. 

“Make yourself at home! I’ll get this started” He took a seat at the breakfast bar rolling the glass around in his hands whilst you busied yourself in the kitchen pulling out everything you would need and quickly getting it started. 

Turning back to the breakfast bar you grabbed the loaf of bread, slicing a few pieces and covering them in some oil and wild garlic you had found on your hunt yesterday. Popping them into the oven. He spoke again, Not quite able to make out his mumbles, Your head shot up “Did you say something sugar?”

Daryl fidgeted more with the glass in his hands before taking a deep breath and meeting your eyes with his electric blue orbs. 

“You said that errr it was a special occasion or some shit like that… Why?”

Grinning at him and taking a sip of your whiskey. “It’s not everyday I get to cook my serious spaghetti for just anyone!” 

You could see the blush rising in his cheeks as he took a long swig of his whiskey. You leant over to top his glass off, Before turning to the cupboards and grabbing placemats, Plates and cutlery. 

“Here let me do that” He tried as he moved towards you. 

“Absolutely not! My mother would roll over in her grave if she knew I put a guest to work” Smiling sadly as your mother popped into your head again. Setting the table. 

Turning your attention back to your meal you strained the pasta, Popping it into a dish before dishing up the sauce too. Taking them back to the table and returning to the oven to fish the garlic bread out. 

Once everything was on the table you both took a seat. Reaching over you served him a large portion popping a few pieces of garlic bread on his plate before serving yourself. 

“Dig in” You insisted before turning back to your plate. He watched you take the first few mouthfuls before reaching for his own fork. 

His first bite tentative, swirling the first bite around in his mouth watching you suspiciously, It wasn’t long before his hunger overcame him, letting out an unwitting happy groan he started shovelling forkful after forkful into his mouth.

There was something about the way he ate that just made you feel warm inside. Tearing your eyes from him you cleared your throat and asked “So what do you think of Alexandria?” 

Coughing he swallowed his food hastily before replying “I think it ain’t real” 

You studied him thoughtfully before answering. 

“I thought that too… for long time actually, Hell I’m still not convinced and I’ve been here 3 months” 

“So you're not...uh...Not from here. Like the others” 

“I’m from out there I guess. Asheville Georgia originally” 

His eyes went wide at this “Me too, Sorta. Lived up near the mountains in Georgia” 

A huge grin crossing your face “So we’ve always been neighbours then! How strange that we would meet here in DC! We must have been in the same places a thousand times! I used to go hunting in the mountains with my daddy” 

He shrugged “Alotta my group from near there, We met in Atlanta……” he trailed off mumbling, His eyes dropping back to his nearly empty plate “Ya wouldn’t have noticed someone like me anyway” 

Trying to get him to meet your eyes over the table, “Oh i most definitely would have noticed YOU Daryl” 

He cleared his throat awkwardly, the tops of his ears peeking through his shaggy hair going beet red, his face lowered further, turning his full attention to the remainder of his meal. 

Realising you had probably gone too far, Afterall you didn’t really know anything about this man, You had only seen him once yesterday morning before tonight, You weren’t even sure if he was single. Or straight for that matter. Trying to ease the awkwardness that had now descended in the room you scooped a few more spoonfuls onto both of your plates and tried a quick change of conversation. 

“How are your group feeling about being here? Did you and your…uh.. partner manage to sleep okay?” Hoping your not so subtle way of asking him if he were single wouldn’t be too obvious. 

“Partner? Rick’s the Cop not me” He grumbled. Okay maybe not as obvious as you first thought. 

You shook your head slightly, his obliviousness was strangely endearing, “Sorry no i meant your girlfriend, Wife” When he didn’t reply straight away you figured you must have missed the mark. “Boyfriend?” You questioned. 

He snorted at this “I ain’t gay, Aint got no woman either” Not able to contain the gleeful smile on your face. Not that it would matter his eyes were fully trained on his meal as he started devouring it quicker, Reaching for his glass he drained the remaining dregs of the whisky. 

“Oh really? I thought for sure you’d have been snapped up by now!” 

The blush returning to his face again he gave you a noncommittal grunt, Waiting a moment you realised he wasn’t going to answer. Not much of a talker. You were probably being too pushy, Small talk was hard to do after seeing the things he no doubt had seen out there, The things that man had probably had to do; just as you had, Suppressing the shudder that threatened to run through you as your mind conjured up the images.

Standing quickly you walked back to the kitchen grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass and in turn your own. 

Taking a deep gulp of the fiery amber liquid and then quickly finishing your own meal in silence, Both finishing your meal at the same time, Daryl raises the plate to his mouth to scrape the last bits of pasta into his mouth. 

“Still hungry? There’s plenty if you would like some more?” 

Shaking his head no “ ‘M good.” He grunted. Taking his plate from him and collecting your own, you took them into the kitchen, dropping them in the sink you turned to retrieve the serving bowls, Crashing straight into Daryl, Your hands flinching up and landing on his firm chest steadying yourself but sending the bowl he was carrying flying out of his hands.

He caught the bowl just in time, surprisingly before any of the remaining food managed to spill on the floor. 

Feeling the blush on your cheeks now as your hands lingered a moment longer than they should have done, Enjoying the firmness of his muscular chest under your fingers. 

Dropping your arms to your sides. “I’m sorry! Thank you, Let me take that” Taking the bowl and turning your beetroot red face away from him you found a tupperware box in the cupboard filling it with the leftovers before turning to the sink and washing the dishes. 

When you turned back to him he was watching you silently, Studying you it seemed. 

Picking your glass back up you motioned to him “Should we finish the bottle or do you have somewhere to be?” 

When he made no move to leave you picked up the bottle and motioned towards the living room letting him follow behind you, Taking a seat you finally kicked your uncomfortable heels off, Your feet instantly throbbing grateful to be out of their confines. 

Propping your feet up on the coffee table in front of you, You sank back into the plush cushions behind you with a happy groan, Daryl stood awkwardly next to the couch glass hanging from his fingertips gasing at you with a softness in his eyes, The redness rising again in cheeks once he realised you had caught him gazing at you. 

Smiling at his warmly “No need to stand on ceremony, Take a seat” Patting the chair next to you from emphasis. “More?” You asked, shaking the bottle at him. Taking it from you he filled his own glass before turning to yours and topping yours up also. 

Clearing his throat awkwardly. “So...Are ya people here too?” 

Dropping your eyes from him you shook your head sadly “Just me…They’re all gone….” The alcohol was taking over your words as you mumbled “Shouldn’t have been me…” You felt yourself get lost in your mind for a moment seeing thinking about the countless lives you had watched taken before their time. People who would have been the greatest asset in this new world...Gone, Some died saving you. For what.. They should have let you die. 

A tear rolling down your cheek pulled your mind from those thoughts, Pulling you back to reality to those beautiful blue eyes. You could see the storm behind them at your words.  Ripping your eyes from his you shakily pulled the glass to your lips draining it one. 

Feeling the fire burning through your body you turned back to Daryl you shifted a non convincing smile back to your face. 

“How about you? Your group seems very close, almost like a…”

Finishing your sentence for you “A family…...Ya know i look around and i think about the people that are gone, And the people that are still here and it aint right...Aint fair..But yer gotta keep goin for em, they’re the reason yer here….” He shrugged trying to offer words of comfort.

Sadly smiling at this “That’s true if it wasn’t for Aaron and Eric i wouldn't be here, They’re good people. Most of the people here are good people. Too innocent to the world as it is, yes, But good people..” 

After sitting in silence for a few moments when Daryl broke the silence. “Well i should...I should go….They’ll be wonderin where i am” 

Standing with him you walked him to the door. Feeling a pang in your chest at the realisation that you would be alone again.

“Thanks. Thanks for the-” 

“Your welcome Daryl….Maybe you could come again? It was nice to have company” Smiling you opened the door for him letting him linger on the threshold. 

He let out another noncommittal grunt as his eyes lingered on you. Leaning against the doorway you followed his eye line down your body, smirking slightly you swayed your hips watching as his eyes followed your movements. 

Darting forward you swiftly kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Daryl” The blush on his face matched yours as he turned and stomped down the steps rushing towards his own house.

Daryl’s POV 

Holy shit she was perfect. 

Good food, Great Whiskey, Perfect body. That dress…. He had never met anyone like her before, She hunted too. But a woman like that would never look twice at a man like him. 

A dirty good for nothing redneck asshole, He didn’t even know why she had been so...so nice to him tonight. 

When she kissed his cheek, Emotions he hadn’t felt before came bubbling to the surface, His body desperate to reach out to her and kiss her properly. Not that he was even sure how to kiss a woman like that properly. As the blush rose back to his cheeks and tips of his ears he felt an unfamiliar stir in his stomach and then a very familiar one in his groin. He knew he had to run before that siren of a woman noticed his shameful bulge. 

Carol was waiting for him at the door. Puckering her lips at him she made a lip smacking noise “Kiss Pookie” She giggled. 

“Shut up” He mumbled, heading straight for the stairs to the basement. He needed to be alone for a little while as he processed these thoughts. Locking the door behind him he took a few strides over to the bed and flopped down on it. 

In the dark of the room the thoughts became more obvious. Throwing an arm over his face he groaned. From the second he had first seen her standing so beautifully in front of Aaron’s house he had a tightening in his stomach. He couldn’t have said no to her invitation if he tried. 

If Merle had seen him tonight, Blushing like a love sick little girl, He would have had a right laugh, It was like he could hear his voice. “Oh Princess, Got a crush? Man up Baby bro, Go get that cooch” 

Did she mean it when she asked if he could come again? He shook his head. She couldn’t have, she was just being nice, welcoming…probably ordered to be. His mind couldn’t stop thinking of the way she smiled at him, The way her hair fell in front of her eyes when she laughed, The curves of her as she swayed in the doorway…. His pants were tightening further at the thought. He would have to take care of that before he could fall asleep. 

Imagining his hands were roaming her body he pulled his throbbing member free, He wouldn’t last long as he thought about her hands on him, While his hands roamed up those beautiful milky thighs. That full pouty mouth gasping for him. 

God that did it, Groaning he let himself spill into his hand, Grabbing a rag at the side of him he wiped it from himself, Ashamed he turned over throwing an arm over his face before drifting into an undisturbed sleep at the thought of her.

Over the next few weeks he saw a lot more of Y/N. As they were the two best hunters in Alexandria they were often thrown together to head out of the walls. 

Even in her half ruined Jeans and Walker splattered Shirt she was still gorgeous. On days like today when they’re outside the walls he noticed how her face changed from the strained smile to a relaxed free look in her eyes. 

She was scanning the underbrush now checking the traps they had left the week before. He felt the blush on his cheeks when he realised he had been caught staring again.

“Everything okay?” She asked spinning around in a circle, her body tensing looking for the Danger. 

He cleared his throat, “Yeah all good. Anythin in the trap?” Blush rising in his cheeks at being caught staring. After that they headed back to the town in comfortable silence, Walking side by side both carrying the day's hunt, Y/N stopping every few minutes to forage things on the way. Giving him ample chance to stare unashamedly for a moment. Blushing everytime she caught him, Hoping she wouldn’t be too upset that a man like him was so captivated by her.

Once back inside the walls, She came with him to his house as they always did now Only stopping to share the hunt with Olivia to share around the town, Y/N spent a lot more time around him and his group. Seamlessly slotting into their messed up dynamic. 

Just like every other night she helped Carol prepare the dinner while he retreated to the porch, Cleaning his bow and bolts, always leaving the door open to let her musical laugh wash over him as he worked. 

He could have listened to her all day. Before long he forgot what he was meant to be doing and just closed his eyes, Head leaning back against the house, Fully relaxed for the first time being in Alexandria. 

He groaned inwardly hearing footsteps getting closer, he slowly opened his eyes to see who was disturbing his peace. 

“Hey…” Rick took a seat next to Daryl on the porch, nudging his knee and pointing towards the house. 

“Y/N been spending a lot of time here...What’s the story there?” He asked, giving you a knowing look. 

“Why yer asking me?” Daryl huffed. “Shouldn’ yer be askin her”

Rick sighed before giving him another knowing look. “I seen the way you look at her, You sweet on her?” 

Daryl wasn’t sure how to respond because of course he was ‘sweet’ on her but there was no changing who he was. A  woman like that could never be interested in a no good redneck like him. There was no good that could come from confessing any of the thoughts that bounced around his head all day. Where would that get him? Nowhere that's where.

He scoffed, trying to hide his next lie “Nah man, I aint sweet on no one” 

Rick studied him thoughtfully before he replied. A testing gleam in his eyes. 

“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a go then?

He felt the blood in his veins run cold at this. His heart dropping into his stomach, He felt sick at the realisation, Of course Rick would want her too, Who wouldn’t. 

Just as he opened his mouth to give a brash reply, your beautiful song filled voice interrupted at just the right moment. His heart pounding, blush spreading across his face, burning across the tops of his ears as you smiled at him.

Standing ready to flee and leave them both behind before Rick made any more comments. He felt your hand on his arm and his breath stop in his chest.

Y/N 

You felt the electricity hum between you as your fingers found his arm, You had both been taking as many opportunities as possible to get closer to each other, So grateful when you were partnered together to hunt. 

After the night you had cooked him dinner he was constantly on your mind, His adorable blushes, His gruff manly tone, His thick manly physique but most of all those eyes… The eyes that look like they have a permanent storm behind them, You were usually very good at reading people's eyes but you just couldn't get a grasp on his. 

Every time you looked into them you could feel yourself falling further into them desperate to know the secrets they hide.

“Hey…Carol sent me to get you…Dinners ready….Come eat with us?” Purposely not meeting his eyes, Now was not the time to get lost in them. 

Looking at your hand on his arm you fought the urge to give it a squeeze to just feel those beautiful muscles clenched in your hand. Rick letting out a slight cough broke you both from this moment which had obviously gone on for too long. Your hand felt like it had been given an electric shock as you pulled away from his arm attempting to appear nonchalant as you brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Both of you were blushing now looking at rick. Daryl quickly looked down at his feet and grumbled his assent, Giving a swift nod to Rick he darted inside the house.

Rick chuckled standing and patting you on the shoulder he followed Daryl into the house. 

Confused, you took a deep breath and fixed the smile back on your face before turning and heading straight to the table to finish setting it. 

Dinner was the same as almost every night with a few exceptions. You kept stealing glances in Daryl's direction as always but not once had he met your gaze. Instead he seemed to be very angrily spearing bits of deer on his fork grumbling to himself and shooting murderous glares at Rick. 

Rick in return had turned his full attention to you for a change, With a smirk on his face he had taken Carol's usual seat beside you and had started a line of questioning that had left you feeling like a bug under a magnifying glass. Wondering when you were going to be burned. 

You had very rarely spoken to Rick, He always seemed to never really notice you were there, But now he was asking you everything from your hometown to your favourite colours. 

Choosing not to be too suspicious you graciously answered each question until he reached the one that made the food falter in your throat. He patted you on the back when you choked. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” 

“I asked if you were seeing anyone Y/N? Or is there someone you’ve got your eye on here? If not, I'm sure I know someone who would love to spend some time with you” He said with a wink. 

Stuttering and not sure how to respond, you take a sip of your drink, your eyes automatically finding Daryl again. 

You watched as he stood up abruptly and in the same movement slammed his fork down and stormed from the table to the door just across from the room, The door crashing behind him and his footsteps retreating down the stairs. 

The smirk on Rick’s face had subsided now, the table had gone quiet, everyone's breath caught in their chest as an awkward silence descended over the table. 

Dinner was quickly finished with people standing to remove plates. The only two remaining at the table were yourself and carol. 

Giving you a kind smile, She slid a full bottle of Jack Daniels over to you and motioned her head towards his door. 

Carol was the only person who knew how you felt, Coaxing it out of you slowly and earning your trust with all of the late nights spent with her, Desperately just trying to be closer to him. 

She had been encouraging you to make a move, But every time you had tried to lead him down that path he had grumbled something unintelligible and stalked away. 

Taking a deep breath you decided to go for broke. If it didn’t work this time then maybe you would take Rick up on his offer, Or maybe one of the other men in town. You couldn't spend your second chance at life pining after someone who would never feel the same way. 

Grasping the bottle tightly you made your way to his door. Teetering on your heels, hand held out ready to pull the door open. One last look at Carol who gave you a supportive smile. You took the plunge throwing the door down and running down the stairs before your mind had a chance to freeze and tell you to stop. 

Daryl's POV

Daryl couldn’t believe that Rick had the balls to do that….At the table in front of his entire family. She’ll be upstairs fawning all over him right now. 

Probably can’t believe her luck that it’s him not me. 

Furious he kicked his shoes off letting them fly across the room, Sinking down the bed, He pulled his shirt over his head and lay back sighing. 

Unable to stop himself he thought of the two of them together, It made sense. They would be the perfect pair. Her effortlessly gorgeous and rick….Well rick. Everybody wanted him, He was the perfect man. Every little scrap of hope that he had tried to bury for so long had now been shattered. 

He pictured Y/N becoming Carl’s & Judith’s mother. He could see it all as if he was standing outside looking in through the window into the life of a perfect all American family. That’s what Rick could offer her. Even in an apocalypse. 

What did Daryl have to offer? A smelly basement in Carol’s house? A life where people looked down on him? What if he was like his father? What if he didn’t know how to love? 

No she was better off staying away from him, He would act the part from now on, He would stay away. Take a different shift hunting. It would be too painful to be around her, Now he knows he could never have her. 

Maybe he should just leave, Maybe that is what was best. 

Glaring at the ceiling as if it was the one who had hurt him, He was lost in his mind and hadn’t noticed the person standing watching him quizzically. 

Y/N 

You could feel yourself rooted to the spot watching the dark clouds swirl on his face as he lay there, You plucked up the courage to clear your throat. 

“Uhm Daryl?” You tried quietly. 

He shot up from the bed, Glaring at you. “What?” He growled. His blue eyes showed a fire burning behind them.

You raised the bottle, The two glasses hanging limply from your other hand. 

“Are you okay?” Unable to stop yourself, your eyes wandered from his face down to his chiselled chest and abs. His pants hanging loosely on his waist showing that amazing v pointing to the one thing you want to see more than anything. You felt the heat burning up everywhere in your body. Licking your lips you tore your eyes away. It was like time had stopped. Your chest heaving you met his eyes again. This time the fire seemed to have subsided and he just looked….Confused?

You took a step forward which is all it took to break Daryl out of his confusion darting forward he grabbed the shirt he had so haphazardly thrown on the floor earlier, Pulling it over his head and pushing his hair back in one swift movement. 

“What dya want Y/N”

Without a word you strode over to the bedside table and dropped the glasses onto it. Ripping the top off the bottle you filled both to the brim, Without giving him a choice you pushed the glass into his hands, Taking your own and gulping it down in one. 

Before it had even had a chance to burn its way down to your stomach you had turned and refilled the glass. Sitting down on the edge of the bed you said nothing for a moment, Gesturing for him to join you. 

After a moment he did and you both sipped your drinks in relative silence. 

You watched through the small window at the top of the wall as the sun set lower on the horizon, Now on your third glass. You had finally built up the drunken courage to just show him how you felt. 

Words were useless on this man, No matter what you said he wouldn’t believe it until you had proved yourself with your actions. 

Filling your chest with a deep breath you turned to him. “Daryl?” You asked, breaking the silence.

Draining his glass he turned his face up to yours. You watched as his lips parted slightly to answer you. Now was the time. 

You moved slowly at first watching his reaction, Putting one hand on his chest he seemed to freeze in place, Lips parted. You made your move. Pressing your lips to his felt like the most perfect thing in the world. Instantly feeling drunk but not from the alcohol. Running your tongue across his bottom lip begging for entrance. 

No….He was moving his face away….”what the hell Y/N?”

You felt the tears filling behind your eyes. As he got further and further away. He still looked confused. You had never been so humiliated, All those feelings…All the stolen glances. They were all one sided. 

Stuttering “I’m so sorry” The tears were over flowing now. Jumping down from the bed you flew up the stairs taking them two at a time. Carol was in the kitchen, You paused long enough to shake your head at her and then take off into the night.

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may i? | eliza schuyler

Pairings: Eliza Schuyler x g/n!reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, self doubt, awkward confessions, overall bad writing

Time: modern

A/N: this is heavily inspired by the Seven Minutes scene in the movie Crush

"Have you even talked to anyone here besides me?"

You rolled your eyes at John. That was even for him to say. He was practically best friends with everyone at the party. He was pretty much the only person you knew at the party. He was the only reason you were there, so why would you bother talking to people you would normally never talk to?

"For your information, I have. I bumped into that girl and said sorry." you explained, pointing to a girl wearing a yellow leather jacket paired with black tights and a maroon beanie.

John looked over at the girl, before turning back to face you, "So you apologised, then you-" 

You cut him off, nodding, "I immediately ran away."

"Why? You could've had a conversation with her at least."

You sent him a look of disbelief. You knew he was only trying to help, but he could be an idiot sometimes, "Have a conversation with her? Dude, she looks so intimidating."

"What- because she has a leather jacket?"

"Precisely. Only super cool people wear those." you stated matter-of-factly.

With a roll of his eyes, John wrapped his arm around yours and began walking, "No. Peggy is literally the least intimidating person to ever walk the earth."

"What are you doing?" you groaned as he practically dragged you across the room.

"You're talking to her." he said, "You need to talk to at least one other person before you graduate high school."

"But-" before you could protest, John had pushed you Peggy's way and called her name to get her attention, "Peggy, this is Y/N." was all he said before leaving you two alone.

Peggy was confused (you didn't blame her), but she smiled brightly at you nonetheless, "Hey Y/N. I'm Peggy, as John literally just said. You bumped into me before, right?"

You nodded, a little embarrassed that that was the only way she knew you. But John was right, she was definitely not intimidating. If anything, she had the opposite effect now, making all your nerves melt away.

"Cool," she said before grabbing your arm and pulling you to her side, grabbing her phone from her pocket and quickly snapping a photo of the two of you together. Seeing your confused expression, she began to explain, "Sorry, I have like, three friends and a sister with huge crushes on you, so they're gonna be so pissed to see that I got a photo with you before them." she said like it was obvious. You could barely make out her sending the photo to four people, before she shoved her phone back in her pocket.

"Oh... what?" you asked, trying to process what she said. Before she could answer, a loud voice called everyone over, and everyone began making their way to the speaker. You hesitantly followed Peggy, asking her what was going on.

"Have you played Seven Minutes before?" You felt your stomach drop. Apparently, Peggy noticed your nervous look, and grabbed your hand comfortingly, "Don't worry, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

You nodded hesitantly, sitting down beside her as the rest of the party goers began to sit down as well. Glancing over at everyone in the circle, an anxious feeling stirred in the pit of your stomach as you realised there was a high chance of you getting picked which meant you'd have to spend seven minutes in the bathroom with someone you most likely barely knew. Even if you didn't make out with them or do anything else like that, seven minutes was a long time to spend with someone and do nothing with. As you continued scoping out the people sitting in the circle, your eyes fell on one girl, who looked like she had been glaring at Peggy. When you looked over at her, she quickly averted her gaze and glued her eyes back to her phone. You continued staring at her for a second, taking in every detail about her. She had straight black hair falling past her shoulder, a pastel blue long-sleeved shirt on, paired with a white tennis skirt and white doc martens. You had no idea why you were so drawn to her.

Before you could stare any longer, John pulled you out of your thoughts, smiling as he sat down next to you and saw you sitting with Peggy.

"Told you she's not intimidating." 

You just rolled your eyes at him, before the person who was speaking before spoke up again. He had dark black hair tied into a ponytail, a white shirt underneath a green hoodie, and what looked like a pillow case in his hands. You didn't know him, only being able to recognize him from a few classes and seeing him talking with John a few times. From what you heard, he wasn't exactly the urban dictionary definition of nice, but he could be nice when he wanted to be.

"Ok everyone, phone's in the bag," he quickly shook out the pillow case in his hand and held it out to everyone. He walked around in the circle, collecting everyone's phones as he explained the rules, "For those of you who don't know the rules, you put your phone in the bag, and whichever two people get their phone picked from the bag have to go into the bathroom together for seven minutes." Once he had all the phones in the sack, he returned back to the centre of the circle, and shook the pillow case to shuffle the phones a bit, "Shall we begin?" A chorus of cheers erupted from the circle as Alex reached his hand into the pillow case, drawing the first phone.

___

Over half an hour went past, five pairs of people got the phones pulled from the bag, but you were yet to get picked.

Most of the people were pretty much strangers to you, so you weren't paying much attention to who's phone was getting picked. The only part of the game that did get your attention was when John and Alex's phones got picked, and after their seven minutes was up, they both exited the bathroom re-buttoning and readjusting their shirts with bright blushing faces.

"Dude!" you laughed as John sat down beside you, which made his cheeks burn even more.

"Shut up," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he glanced over at Alex.

You snickered at his antics, "You're telling me everything on the drive home."

He sent a glare your way, which you only responded by laughing even more.

"Who's phone is this?" Alex asked.

The smile on your face was quickly wiped off when you saw your phone in Alex's hand.

"Y/N's! That's Y/N's phone!" John quickly called out, and you weren't sure if he just wanted some of the previous attention off of him, or if he wanted to get back at you for teasing him.

Beside you, you heard Peggy gasp, smirking at you, then she glanced to the side, giggling at someone you couldn't see.

You stood up with a sigh, grabbing your phone and waiting anxiously for Alex to grab the next phone. It felt like he was purposely taking forever to pick a phone, just to piss you off.

Finally, he pulled out a phone. You didn't recognize the phone to be John's (obviously, since he just got picked and took his phone out of the bag) or Peggy's, which made the anxious feeling much worse. However, by the teasing sounds everyone made at the sight of the phone, everyone else recognized the phone.

"Liza, you're up!" you heard Peggy's voice shout.

Even with the bright blush covering her cheeks, you vaguely recognized the girl who stood up as the girl who you saw glaring at Peggy before.

She took her phone from Alex's hand and quickly made her way to the bathroom, resulting in more 'ooo' sounds from the guests as you awkwardly followed her, shutting the door behind you.

You had no idea what to say, just watched as Eliza sat herself down on the edge of the bathtub, her head hanging down to hide the blush that was still tainting her cheeks.

"Uh- we don't have to make out, or anything," you said, having no idea how to start a conversation, "Like I don't mind, w-we can just talk."

Running a hand through her hair, she looked up at you, "Ye-yeah, we can- we should talk. Um- I'm Eliza. I'm Peggy and Angelica's sister."

"Oh, I'm Y/N. I-I don't have a sister here." you added, internally rolling your eyes at how awkward you were acting.

But instead of just giving you a weird look and shuffling further away from you as you expected, Eliza laughed. You absolutely adored the sound of her laugh. You had only just met her, but for some reason you felt the same weird sensation of being drawn to her as you did before.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Y/N." she said, smiling sincerely at you, "You're friends with John, right?" 

"Yeah, I came to the party with him," you answered with a nod, "He's basically the only person I know here. Except for you now, and Peggy."

"Socializing not your thing?" she asked, the judgmental tone you normally heard when someone asked something like that was nowhere to be heard.

"Nah, I pretty much only hang with John. Dunno why he chooses to be friends with me, but I'm glad he does."

'Ok Y/N, weird thing to admit to the pretty girl you met ten seconds ago, but get it I guess.'

Eliza tilted her head to the side, "Why do you think that?"

You shrugged, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub next to her, "I just don't think I would be friends with me if I was him. Like, he's literally the nicest and funniest guy I've met, he has tons of friends. It doesn't make too much sense that he's friends with me."

"Well," Eliza shrugged, fidgeting with her two hands, "I think it makes sense." You furrowed your brows at her, "I mean, I just met you, but you seem like a really good person."

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, and before you realised you were staring at her lips. Tearing your eyes away, you quickly pulled out your phone, checking the time, "Five more minutes." you said, eyes awkwardly darting around the room, avoiding eye contact with Eliza.

"You know my sisters are probably standing outside with their ears up to the door trying to spy on us." Eliza said, raising her voice as she spoke, which was followed by the sounds of Angelica and Peggy shushing each other and running away from the door.

You laughed as Eliza just shook her head with a smile, "They sound fun." you said, receiving a shrug from Eliza.

"They're exciting. I can always trust them to piss me off without fail."

You nodded your head, "Are you dating anyone?"

'What the fuck Y/N?!'

You had no idea what compelled you to ask that, and by the bright blush on Eliza's face, you knew she was shocked by it as well, "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that, you don't have to-"

"No. I'm not dating anyone." she answered, a small smile tugging at her lips, "A-are you?

Heart pounding, you shook your head, "Nope. Not dating anyone." 

Eliza nodded at your answer, glancing down at your lips, "Would you... may I kiss you?"

Fuck she was so beautiful.

"Y-you may." you answered, trying not to nod your head so eagerly.

She ever so softly placed her hands on your cheeks, her eyes fluttering shut as she pulled your face toward hers. Your hands gently cupped her face, filling the space between the two of you as you placed your lips against hers. The kiss was so soft, and sweet, it all felt surreal. You, who avoided talking with anyone other than John at all costs, were kissing Eliza during Seven Minutes in Heaven.

That's when it hit you. 

It was Seven Minutes in Heaven. For all you know, Eliza was just kissing you to pass the time. You could walk out the door and you two would go back to being nothing more than classmates. Nothing more than strangers.

"What's wrong?" 

Apparently Eliza noticed the shift in your mood. She pulled away from the kiss, but her hands still remained on your cheeks, holding them so softly as if you were made of glass.

"Nothing, I-" you said, taking a shaky breath, almost embarrassed to say what you were worried about, "I know I pretty much just met you, but I really like you, and- fuck, you're just so beautiful a-and nice, and I just don't wanna walk out that door and go back to being strangers, like this never happened." you hated how desperate and pathetic you sounded. You worried that you already freaked her out, or came on too strong by saying that.

But to your surprise, Eliza laughed softly, before smiling at you, her thumb rubbing over your cheek, "Y/N, I've had the most embarrassing crush on you for a year now."

You practically froze.

"We don't have to start dating or anything yet, but I definitely don't wanna be strangers again."

A sigh of relief left your lips at her words, "Glad we're on the same page." you mumbled, a wide grin on your face as you smashed your lips against hers.

"Holy shit!"

The two of you were so lost in each other, you didn't even care about the crowd of people surrounding the open door.

"You actually did it?!" you recognized Peggy's voice, and could quickly assume that she knew about Eliza's crush on you.

Eventually, you pulled away, spotting John's shocked smile in the crowd of people, "Thank you so much for inviting me to this."

buy me a coffee <3

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Hello! Can you write one about Nanami where the reader is oblivious and they're really close to Gojo so he gets jealous often. Sometimes Gojo does things purposely to annoy him and one day he just lost his composure and accidentally admitted his feelings for you.

I hope u accept if you're not too busy. Thank you!!!

— a little push

— sometimes all nanami needs is a little push.

nanami kento x fem! reader

thank you for the request anon! i’m not sure if reader is oblivious enough but i hope you like it! there’s some thick pining here hur hur, i hope you like it! i never knew i needed an easily flustered and awkward nanami in my life also this is unedited as usual

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“Do you mind?”

Nanami sighs, silently praying to the heavens you wouldn’t hear the way his heart is absolutely panicking and beating wildly right now. You’d randomly pushed him inside the teachers’ office the moment he got back to the institute at work, and now he’s doomed to hide his feelings while you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes, a shaky yet excited grin painted on your face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you wave your hands in front of you, although he can tell you’re not apologetic at all. Nanami clears his throat when you step backwards to give him space, unsure if he’s happy or sad about the distance. “I was just really excited to see you back.”

Your carefree, lighthearted voice, along with that little jump in your toes combined with your statement – you’re basically asking Nanami to shrivel up already.

The stoic man remains composed, though, only shifting to adjust his tie while he stares down at you. You’re still somewhat bouncing on your feet, teeth biting your lip – a habit you had when you want to say something but contemplating whether you should. Tilting away to hide the slight flush in his cheeks, Nanami sighs again, pretending to be tired.

The last thing he wants to admit that even though he is exhausted from work, is that you’d never bother him. In fact, having you bombard him like this makes him feel like he didn’t deal with special grade curse by himself all alone just an hour ago.

“If there’s something you want to say, I suggest you get it over with. I don’t want to stay overtime and wait until the blindfolded creep comes around.”

You giggle at his insult, hiding behind your cupped palms. Crap, Nanami looks away and focuses on the birds outside instead, suddenly finding them so interesting despite never paying attention to them before. Maybe that was the curse of crushes – it had people acting differently and in complete contrast with their behavior.

“About that,” you begin almost shyly now, and Nanami practically bursts when he sees you tapping both of your pointer fingers together, gaze tilted away from him.

It makes him wonder you’re nearly on the same skill to Gojo, yet still somehow look like a small, innocent being that makes him want to protect you from everything – even if you were more than capable of handling things yourself. Well, Nanami concludes to himself, maybe you’re really just that paradoxical that it makes sense why he can never think straight around you. Maybe he’s really not supposed to understand the complexity of his feelings when you were a phenomena to begin with already.

“You see…Satoru asked me out.”

Nanami stiffens at your statement for a split second before his head whips to you so fast. You’re observant – of course you are, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer – and you easily pick up in his sudden change of demeanor. Your brow raises at his abrupt reaction, to which Nanami conceals by flexing his neck and rolling his shoulders back.

“I am simply tired from work,” he haf-lies, “So, Satoru asked you out? Will you say yes?”

His words and tone are monotonous, almost bored even, but deep inside he’s so close to beating the crap out of his co-worker. Well, not really, Nanami isn’t a man of violence, but he’s jealous. Of course he is – he’s liked you ever since Principal Yaga hired you.

He’s never told Satoru about his little crush on you. He would be stupid to do such; Satoru would tease him to no end and maybe even be as childish to go as far as pushing him to you. Typical elementary shit, Nanami cringes to himself, watching as you look down at your feet with a pout. Now that confused him. He isn’t sure what your body language means at all, but patient as ever, Nanami only waits.

“Well,” you scratch your forehead, “I’m really flattered. I want to say yes because Satoru is a nice guy—”

“He is not. I do not respect him.”

You roll your eyes at the way his eyes darkens, “—but also I’m not sure if I should. I mean, Satoru doesn’t really date, you know? He’ll be with like one girl and be with another the next week. I just don’t want to…like, fall for that, I guess. Not that I won’t, because he’s totally not my type—”

“It’s just a yes or no,” Nanami cuts you off, his words coming out a lot harsher than he intends it to be. It’s not that he’s annoyed at your rambling, he actually finds it so adorable when you get so lost in your train of thoughts that your mind just travels from one place to another, and seeing how your eyes just leave farther from reality is something he’s always find such an attractive quirk, but not now – not when his infuriating co-worker is intending to mess with your feelings. “Do you want to go or not? Yes or no? It’s as simple as that.”

You blink back at him in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Nanami was a no-bullshit man who hit things right on the head, a huge contrast to your happy-go-lucky self, but he’s right.

It is that simple – and you’re complicating things all over again.

When you give him an answer, Nanami has to muster all his energy to not deflate. He’s tired – but now his exhaustion and even the heartbreak comes crashing down all over him that he’s immediately weighed down and overwhelmed – so much so that all he wants is to go home.

“Yes, I want to go.”

It’s his day off.

Like everything else in his life, Nanami plans everything down to the last minute of his day. His day off consisted of him having the privilege to sleep in until 8am, then breakfast with coffee from that great café a five minute walk away from his apartment, then he’ll be reading books in his study for two hours. Comes after that is lunch, and he’ll brows through some TV shows, pick up his clothes from the dry cleaning, get that special limited edition dinner of his favorite sushi, read books again and call it a day.

Simple, peaceful, no hassle – it’s the perfect day to relax.

Except it isn’t.

Because it’s your day off too, and you’re out on a date with Satoru. He still remembers how happy you looked then upon accepting the white haired man’s invitation, your nimble fingers wrapped around his sleeve as you shyly asked him to come with you.

He doesn’t know why you had to bring him, but he doesn’t question it, nonetheless. Nanami wants to see how Satoru would react, if there could be any indication from the man behind his blindfold that he had ill intentions. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be any. Satoru only beamed and deflated into a chibi, enthusiastically nodding along with you while you planned your date together.

Nanami took it upon himself to leave.

With a silent scoff, Nanami placed his dinner down on the counter. Because it’s his day off – and mostly because he doesn’t feel like himself – Nanami went out to buy the limited edition sushi wearing a white shirt and some gray sweatpants, too forlorn and a little jealous to even bother dressing up.

It’s stupid, really. He’s been looking forward for this sushi for a long, long time, but now that he’s had it, he can’t even enjoy the taste. His mind keeps going back to you.

Were you having fun with Satoru? Were you enjoying your time? Was Satoru treating you well? What was Satoru’s intentions when it came with you? The last time Nanami checked, you and him got along really well and you’re mostly the one who whacks the taller man in the head upside down when he’s being stupid, almost like two peas in a pod, except you were the smarter one. He’d been so sure you’re nothing but friends and yet…it all lead to this.

Nanami pushes his sushi away. They no longer taste like anything, the texture like dried paper on his mouth. He wipes his lips with a napkin, staring longingly at well…nothing. His walls were plain and empty, and suddenly, Nanami can’t help but compare himself to Gojo.

You both planned to go to the local carnival. There’d be lots of foods and even parlor shops, ferris wheel rides and photo booths to create memories. Of course you and Satoru would go there; both of you enjoyed loud, bustling crowds, claiming there was something amazing about basking in the “lives of humans when ignorant of curses” while Nanami prefers his peace and silence.

Had you gone out on a date with him instead, Nanami can’t guarantee he’ll be any fun. He most definitely wouldn’t ask you to go to a carnival with him either. It was loud, cramped, crowded, and it’s too chaotic for him to ever enjoy your presence and enjoy it alone.

Nanami closes the sushi box, turns on the TV and lets is play on the background, a wet towel above his eyes to relax his tired eyes.

He hopes you’re having fun. He hopes Satoru is treating you well. Nanami just ignores the slight pain in his chest when he thinks of you, laughing and touching anyone but him, and he could picture it already. You’ve always been so open and welcoming to everyone, he knows you’ll have fun today, too.

That’s one of the things he finds most endearing about you – that your smile never fades and you never forget about the simple, little things in life to focus on to keep your sanity after facing curse after curse.

He’s fine, he tells himself. Satoru may be annoying, but he knows you could have fun with him, and you deserved to be happy more than anyone else.

Nanami is about to fall asleep on his couch when his phone vibrates on the coffee tables. Groaning, he flicks off the towel to his shoulders, grumbling about how Principal Yaga better be respecting his day off, but the last thing he expects to see is your contact name flashing on the screen. In the contact photo, you’re winking with a peace sign held above your head.

You look so utterly adorable Nanami just wants to kiss you. He remembers this photo was taken when Yuuji got bored and asked to play games on his phone. Upon finding that there was none – of course there was none – the strawberry-haired student opted for taking pictures of everyone instead. There’s one with Nobara growling, Megumi sipping his boba-tea with dead eyes as if he’s so done with the world, more than twenty pictures of Satoru flexing his muscles and posing like an idiot, and then there’s yours.

Nanami remembers staring at his phone for a solid minute, his gallery actually blessed with your face in it. The sun shines behind you on that photo and you’re absolutely shining. He thinks that’s when he truly fell in love.

And it just so happened the love of his life is calling, making his heart skip a beat because shouldn’t you be with Gojo? Why were you calling him? Did something wrong happen?

Nanami doesn’t waste another second before swiping the green icon, already standing up from the couch as he grabs his jacket. He had this weird inkling something is wrong, why else would you call him?

His theories are proven true when your voice comes out shaky. “H-hello?”

“Good evening,” he greets stiffly, brows furrowed as he listens in on the way you seem to be shuffling around. “Is there something wrong?”

“I, uhm,” he hears you sniffle through the other line, “Yeah, I guess there is…Satoru just texted he can’t come because Principal Yaga suddenly sent him to a mission overseas…and then I just realized that Satoru’s been summoned by the elders and he’s just refusing to show up, so now they cornered him, I guess… anyways, I’m talking too much and I don’t want to be a bother, but would you maybe…like to hang out with me?”

Nanami’s hand freezes on the doorknob. “Hang out…professionally?”

He immediately wants to smack himself in the forehead for that. Out of all things he could’ve said, he just had to utter something unintelligent. He hears you snicker in the background and Nanami’s ears redden. 

He quickly regains his composure with a clear of his throat, suddenly remembering that Satoru’s ditched you, so now you’re asking him instead. It kind of feels like he’s just a replacement, but Nanami buries this feeling down before it consumes him, wondering if he’s already regretting changing into better clothes because he actually agreed to go to a carnival with you.

Upon hearing your happy, “Okay! I’ll wait for you then!”, Nanami realizes that he doesn’t actually mind. Especially not with you.

The carnival is loud.

Nanami dreads the moment he steps out of his car, his body swallowed by the bustling crowd and defeaning music of banging drums and clashing instruments. There’s a hundred scents everywhere – smoke, fish, glazed apples – he doesn’t know where to begin or how to focus.

He nearly turns back to his hair, about to shoot you a text that maybe this is beyond him after all. His head begins to spin when he’s only pushed deeper into the crowd, people bumping into him with every single second and it’s so suffocating. It doesn’t make sense to him how anyone could possibly go on a date like this and enjoy it. He knows for sure this chaos won’t let him enjoy his date’s presence because he’s too busy trying to get away from it all.

Nanami staggers for a bit when a strong hand tugs him to the side. Soon, he finds himself pressed flush against you in a tight corner, your hips warm on his. “Hi,” you breathe out airily, lashes fanning and fluttering in that same manner that always made his heart do complete flips.

“Hello,” he greets back with a small bow out of faux respect, but really, he’s just keeping his head down because you look so beautiful in that moment he doesn’t even know where to look. You’re warm and soft next to his hard and stiff muscles, the scent of roses and vanilla mixing in with the street smoke and Nanami’s head grows dizzy, his hand around yours tightening for comfort. “Y/N…I do not prefer this crowd. Can I take you back home instead? You must be tired – I’ll prepare dinner for you.”

Nanami blinks back in surprise when he sees you nod, a slight grimace on your face, and you practically bury your face in his bicep as you groan, “It’s too noisy for me too. Let’s just hang out at your place.”

So you end up in his immaculately clean apartment, admiring and staring at the boring furniture. Nanami changes into more comfortable clothes and whips out something to cook, not wanting to feed you measly take out when you’re probably famished. He watches with side glances as you pick up a photo of him with his parents when he was younger, cooing and giggling at the baby version of him.

“Nanamin, you’re so cute!”

Nanami scoffs and turns back to the heated water in the bowl, arms hard as they cross against his chest covered with an apron. “Please do not call me cute. I am anything but.”

“No, you’re really cute,” you insist, but after seeing Nanami’s flustered frown, you eventually give up and give the poor man a break. Later, you wobble next to him, watching with curious eyes and a small smile as he adds the vegetables into the soup, moving expertly as he diced up the onions to the side. The sheer focus and attention on his daily tasks makes him falter, and he suddenly finds it so hard to function now.

“Why are you staring at me? Is there something so interesting about slicing up onions?”

“No, not really,” you say absentmindedly, the slight plop of the ingredients echoing. “It’s just – I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way. Domestic, I mean, but it looks good on you,” you nod to yourself, and Nanami finds himself struggling to act as if your presence wasn’t making him go crazy while he proceeds to cook. “In fact, everything looks good on you, and I find you really interesting!”

“Y-you do?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, assisting him silently with mixing the bowl even when he didn’t ask you to. Unaware that he’s now focused on you, watching you cook with him with you pressed up against his side, almost as if it’s right where you belong, Nanami feels the same with you. You also look good being this domestic with him, and he suddenly blurts out, “Would you like to stay with me? Like this?”

Your eyes slide over his in a slow fashion, slow enough that his brain hotwires at the fear maybe he’s said something wrong. But Nanami immediately swallows it down, huffing and turning away from you with that stoic expression again. “Forgive me. That was weird—”

“Why would it be weird?” you laughed to yourself before bumping your hips with his, “You’re the one who invited me here. Of course I want to stay.”

That’s…that’s not what he means.

Nanami is left staring openly at you while you help him set the table and you proceed to talk about how you didn’t really want to go to the carnival but Satoru insisted you’d have fun, so you went anyway even if you’d much prefer to be somewhere else. He’s barely listening, too distracted by the way your lips move and how you swing the house slippers on your big toe, your legs crossed on top of another and your figure slightly hunched across from him.

You look so comfortable and welcomed in his home that it puts him at ease too, not worried that he has to impress you anything because it’s you, and Nanami could actually be vulnerable enough to laugh with you over a bowl of vegetable soup.

It’s fine, he lies to himself again, it’s fine that you don’t know he likes you even if he tends to slip and be obvious sometimes. Because at least you’re with him in that moment, and he lies to himself again that it’s fine, that maybe next time he’ll tell you, but he doesn’t worry about. How could he worry about it when you’re snorting so loud over a lame joke he said that rice nearly came out your nose, and he’s so drunk over the sound of your bubbly laughter that something flutters deep within his belly?

When you help him wash the dishes and bask in the silence instead, comfortable over the lack of words and nothing but the sound of his faucet running and the slight rubbing of towels against dishes heard in the background, Nanami is unsure whether he’s glad that Satoru ditched you on your first date.

It doesn’t stop there.

Nanami only keeps falling in love with you more. He’s been doing a good job of keeping his feelings to himself because the last thing he wants is to have you stay away from him, but Satoru was really getting on his nerves.

He’s just come back from exorcising a curse when he sees you and Satoru play-wrestling in the field with the other students. Megumi is grumbling to himself in the corner, Yuuji is laughing and cheering on you to tackle down his sensei who’s currently going down in high-pitched laughter, Toge pumping his fists and screaming, “Salmon, salmon!”

It’s a chaotic sight – one that he usually doesn’t mind – until you finally pin Satoru down on the ground, your ass above his crotch. Satoru’s hands then come up to squeeze your ass and hips under the false pretense he’s struggling to push you off him, but Nanami knows better.

“Give up already!” you tease the other sorcerer who’s still wriggling underneath you, and Nanami sees it before it happens.

Satoru’s legs bend beneath you and he tries to pin you under him in quick movements, but Nanami is faster, his reflexes taking over. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Nanami tugs you and pulls you forward until you collide on his chest. He’s breathing hard, eyes narrowed at the arrogant smirk painted on Satoru’s features. Meanwhile, you’ve softened in Nanami’s grip, hands fisting his shirt that has him hardening up out of sheer protectiveness.

“Oh, Nanamin!” Satoru beams while wiping the dirt on his hands across his uniform, “Glad to see you here. You wanna join training too?”

“This is hardly training,” he retorts with a clenched jaw, “You’re harassing and disrespecting your fellow sorcerer because you can never keep your dirty hands to yourself,” before Satoru could defend himself, he’s already all over you, his hand tilting your chin side to side to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did this bastard do anything else?”

“No, not really—”

“Why do you care so much, Nanamin?” Satoru teases, and the students all huddle to watch the commotion. Everyone can feel the tension rising, and Nanami only stiffens up further when he feels you lean closer to his warmth almost absentmindedly. “She and I were just playing around, no hard feelings, no foul play. We’re just having fun, right, Y/N?”

“She is not someone you can just have fun with, Satoru. You’ve already crossed the line when you ditched her on your first date, and you didn’t even bother texting or calling back when I drove her home. It’s disrespectful, and she deserves better than that.”

“Nanami—”

“I was busy,” Satoru sighs dramatically, “And if she deserves better than me, then who would it be? I can take care her of her, you know, she and I have been besties for like what, a year now? I’ll be good to her,” he smirks, and Nanami wants nothing more than to punch him square in the jaw. “Besides, it’s not like she’s dating anyone else. She’s single and ready to mingle—”

“Maybe she is, but I’m not,” Nanami deadpans, his harsh tone shocking everyone.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you squeak under him, and Nanami falls silent. He’s never thought of confessing to you, especially not this way, and Nobara is biting Yuuji’s jacket behind them to muffle her squeals. Panda is clapping his hands and whispers oh, here we go, followed by Toge’s salmon salmon.

It dawns on him now that everyone knows he likes you after all, and now that he’s confronted with the situation, he can’t run away from it. Not that Nanami plans on running away, for he is a man and his pride doesn’t allow him to evade situations like this.

He just wishes it could’ve gone out better.

“Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable,” Nanami releases his grip on you, loosening his tie that makes him feel like he’s choking both on air and his words. Through his cool stature, he’s actually sweating inside his clothes, and it doesn’t help you’re patient with him too, head tilted to the side curiously and so horribly cutely he might combust. “But I have always been, and I still am, utterly in love with you.”

Nobara and Yuuji no longer hold back as they scream to themselves, the former slapping the latter in his back while Megumi only shakes his head, muttering “about time,” under his breath. Maki snickers to herself and Satoru is stunned, but it’s nothing compared to the way you shrink under his gaze for a moment.

He believes you’re going to run away from him because of his blatant confession; it wasn’t romantic at all, and the kids are still screaming too loudly for him to form coherent thoughts.

Nanami begins to form a deep bow, ready to apologize wholeheartedly and to politely ask you to forget this if you wish – he would respect your decision. But just as his gaze met the ground, he’s thrown off balance as you jump on him, soft glossy lips crashing into his.

The screams and cheers of everyone are suddenly drowned out when he feels your lips molding onto his, and he can feel you smiling happily, giggling while his hands tentatively run down your hips to hold you close. It’s unprofessional, displeasing, and downright horrendous to be kissing someone during work hours while the students are watching, especially because his clothes are crumpled from your eager touch and you’re on top of his chest, but Nanami absolutely doesn’t give a single fuck because he’s kissing you back fervently.

It’s what he’s always wanted – you’re the one he’s always wanted, and now that he has you in his hold, he’s not easily letting you go.

“See? I told you guys,” Satoru proudly puffs his chest up in the background, “All Nanamin needs is a little push.”

[harryssweatcreaturee]

the one where harry doesn’t know how to love

a/n: i was sad and then this happened... i don’t apologize for the tears.. and a big thank you to my queen @lollypopsx for helping with ideas and proof-reading

word count: 2k

warnings: angst

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(Y/N) found it bizarre that after knowing Harry for about eight months, all she knew about him was his name and that he liked guitars.

That was about it.

Prior to meeting him, Sarah had warned (Y/N) that Harry was usually reserved and not one to talk much so she made a mental note to not suffocate the man when meeting him. But after repeated encounters and seeing him various times a week by association, she figured she’d learn more of him as time went on, but man, was she wrong.

Harry avoided any long conversations. He would cut it short, or he’d be saved by the bell with a call from work.

(Y/N) especially hated how interested she was in him despite his best efforts to show no push in revealing anything about himself.

But nonetheless, she would try without being too pushy.

Like tonight. Their little get together for dinner and catch up will be at her place and unlike their usual meet ups, it would just be Sarah, Mitch, Harry, and (Y/N).

The thought of a possibility of forced conversations freaked (Y/N) out. She wanted to be optimistic and believe that Harry will at least give her some small talk tonight, but the back of her mind was more realistic, telling her that there will be no change and if Sarah and Mitch are wrapped up in their own conversation, than she might as well twiddle her thumbs.

(Y/N) really didn’t feel like cooking tonight so she stopped for some take out and wine before heading home after work.

She had enough time for a shower and a bit of picking up before the three arrived right on the dot at 8.

The moment (Y/N) opened the door, Sarah met her with a big hug, Mitch following suit only his hug wasn’t as long and passionate, and of course Harry simply walked in with a nod of his head.

(Y/N) put it past her and began making her way to the kitchen, gathering stuff to prepare the dining table for the four of them, Sarah soon joining her to help. “I’m sorry it’s just us three. No one else could come…” (Y/N) shrugged and shook her head softly. “It’s fine… and it’s not your fault, babe. I’ll be fine. I’m used to him already.”

The two prepped the table, having Mitch and Harry join them a few minutes after.

Thankfully, dinner wasn’t terrible. Sarah was sure to engage (Y/N) and Harry into their conversations and (Y/N) was beyond thankful for that.

(Y/N) started to pick up just as soon as everyone was done with their food and much to her surprise, Harry brought the rest of the things from the table. And stayed standing beside her, drying anything she’d wash. She looked up at him a small smile, “Thank you but you don’t have to. I can just let them dry overnight and put it away in the morning.”

Harry shrugged his shoulder softly and (Y/N) swore she could see a small smile displayed on his own lips. “Wanna help.”

After Harry and (Y/N) put everything away, (Y/N) folded the small rag over the sink, ready to leave the kitchen but Harry stopped her by grabbing her forearm.

“M’sorry.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What for, Harry? You ha-“

“For being dismissive. You always try talking to me and y’so nice to me despite me being… well, me.”

She stood a bit taken aback, but not in a bad way.

Harry’s expression seemed genuine, maybe even a bit confused himself. There was no way (Y/N) could ever hate him even after feeling like he barely acknowledged her presence. And with his apology, she knew that wasn’t the case either.

“M’ working on myself to be nicer and more, talkative, I guess. Just… thank you..”

(Y/N) smiled at him once more, her own hand coming to rest over his with a small, delicate squeeze. “Don’t stress it. I’m always here for you, okay? To listen or to talk. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

That small conversation was a huge step for them.

Harry spoke to her more and albeit it wasn’t a lot, or as much as she talked, it was something.

Unbelievably, the two started hanging out on their own without the group, but nothing crazy. It would usually be over coffee or a lunch in between Harry’s break from work since his schedule was a bit more hectic, (Y/N) would accommodate to him.

Harry wasn’t sure of how he felt. He didn’t know what liking someone was, what falling for someone even meant or was supposed to feel like. He never allowed himself the genuine pleasure of letting himself love someone because he swore it wasn’t real and much less something for him. Especially not after the terrible examples he had at home. It never made him believe in love, so he never knew the feeling.

He figured that’s why he was the way he was. The lack of love and care growing up made him reserved and bristly.

But being around (Y/N) sparked something in him he never felt before. It was as if he felt more alive, as if he wanted to run and tell her the dumbest things he’d seen or thought of. He felt like for once in his life, there was something worth fighting for. But it scared the shit out of him. Having someone like (Y/N). Harry promised himself he’d never share his confusions with her because losing her would be worse. The risk alone was enough to pull him back from allowing himself the delicacy of love that life offers.

Harry wanted her around more than just for coffee or lunch next time around, but he was a bit unsure as to how to ask. His fingers were busy on the small straw in his coffee cup, stirring around before he mustered up enough courage and cleared his throat, looking up at (Y/N).

“Hey, um, if you’re free tomorrow night… I was thinking that maybe y’can come over and I can make us dinner? Feel like were always so rushed since it’s my break and all. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

(Y/N) giggled at his nervous rambling before reaching out to softly squeeze his forearm in hopes to ease his nerves. “I’ll come over, H. Thank you for offering. Can’t wait.”

As if Harry wasn’t a nervous wreck around her before, he was a walking nerve now. He called Sarah to make sure he was cooking something (Y/N) liked, he asked her what her favorite scent was so his house welcomed her in an embrace, asked her what her favorite dessert was so it’d surely be on tonight’s menu.

Hell, he even looked up online a couple of wiki-hows on relationships.

“God, I’m so pathetic.” Harry whispered to himself as he changed the candles around his living room and kitchen, then checking the oven for the lasagna he’d been working on. He had no idea why he felt so nervous around her when he was usually confident and sure of what he wanted to say, or not to say for that matter. But this was different. This was (Y/N).

It was almost time for (Y/N) to arrive and thankfully Harry had everything ready. All he had to do was wait for her. Little did he know she was already parked outside, giving herself a little pep talk in her car.

(Y/N) was anxious. She didn’t want to ruin anything by talking to much or asking too many questions, but she assured herself everything should be fine because they’ve made such great progress. After a long conversation with herself, she finally gathered the valor to walk up to his front door and lightly knock.

Harry didn’t let her wait for long, opening the door with a shy grin as she walked in, the scent of jasmine flowers laced with some sort of beefy delicacy filling her nostrils.

“Wow, Harry. It smells amazing.”

He smiled as he walked them over to the dining table – surely after taking her coat and her purse and hanging them on the coatrack.

“Made lasagna for tonight. And we’ve got some cherry pie to follow for dessert.”

(Y/N) was thankful for the effort he’d put in. It was sweet and so heartwarming.

Dinner was delicious and she was glad that he was the one mostly talking. She loved hearing his voice, his architecture jargon sounding like some sort of romantic tongue to her. She felt honored to say the least, hearing him speak this much. She felt his trust and comfort around her and it made her heart skip a beat.

But dinner and dessert weren’t enough for Harry. He wanted more time with her so a movie seemed like the perfect suggestion and she agreed, thank God.

Harry kept a small distance between them doing his best to focus on the movie, but his thoughts were driving him elsewhere.

Those fears came crashing again. He felt like he was rushing and running, like he was pushing it too far and that was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t want to put their friendship in a place where he’d risk losing her altogether. But of course, he let his confusing feelings get in the way and put himself in his position.

“(Y/N)… I- I’m sorry but I think I maybe have been misleading you… I should’ve thought this out and waited a bit longer. I think I’ve done too much.”

(Y/N) was perplexed and baffled, to say the least. She thought the night was going perfectly but maybe she did look into it too much and thought this was more than their little coffee and lunch meetups. But no, Harry did make it seem like it was more tonight and that was freaking her out. “I’m so confused, Harry… I thought we were having a great night? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that – I. I think I’m making a mistake.” The moment it came out of Harry’s lips, he regretted it.

She stood up from the couch, heart launched to the bottom of her feet in embarrassment. “Wow… This is… God… All I’ve done is be nice to you and really try for something here because I know that deep inside those walls there’s more to you Harry… but to call this a mistake? I’m embarrassed.”

(Y/N) didn’t want for a word to leave his mouth as she made her way to the door, grabbing her purse and throwing her jacket over her arm.

Harry was hot on his feet behind her, cursing at himself for being so stupid.

“No! Wait, (Y/N). Fuck! I didn’t mean that! Please!”

(Y/N) didn’t look back, feeling the cold weather freezing her skin just seconds of being outside. She just wanted to get into her car and disappear. But Harry didn’t allow that. He caught up to her and stood right in front of her.

Harry’s eyes were filled with tears, his warm hands cradling her cheeks as his eyes registered hers while he picked apart the whole dictionary in his mind.

“I am so sorry but please don’t give up on me. I- I’m just scared, okay? I’m scared that if I go all in… then I risk losing you.”

(Y/N) sighed, a frown adorning her lips as her own eyes filled with tears. “Harry, I’m not going anywhere. I think I’ve been pretty clear that I love being around you and all I’ve done is try and show you my efforts that I want to be with you.”

“Show me, please. Teach me how to love you and not be afraid. I have no idea what t’do. I don’t know what I feel but it’s intense and being around y’brings me to life. Just please, don’t give up on me yet.” His eyes were pleading for her too, eyebrows scrunched in worry as if this were his last wish.

Instead of opting for a verbal response, (Y/N) attached their lips into a sweet kiss.

Despite the cold weather outside, Harry felt warmth fill his love-lacking body, feeling as if her lips could wash away any doubt or worry he previously had. He felt electricity run through his veins, chills run down his spine.

“I’m not leaving you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

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[sunflowersandsesameseeds]

Monopoly

Grover x Percy with a bit of Nico x Will

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  Percy has never been good at these kinds of things, it's part of the reason Annabeth dumped him.

  He's not good at expressing his emotions, and he's not good at expressing his thoughts, and he's just overall not good at this.

  You're probably wondering what exactly "this" is. Yeah, so is Percy. 

  It's been almost 6 months since he and Annabeth broke up, and literally everyone lost their mind over it. Even the fucking gods are still talking about it, especially Aphrodite. She's actually popped up on multiple quests just to cry to him about it.

  'Oh you poor thing, you must be absolutely torn up!' She would cry, dabbing the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Percy awkwardly smiled and shrugged.

   

  'Uh, it's okay, we ended on good terms.' He would reason. 'And it was six months ago.'

Aphrodite sighed, shaking her head.

  'Stay strong, Perseus." And then she got back into her limo and left. 

  Here's the thing: Of course, yeah, Percy was sad when Annabeth broke up with him, the first month was hell. But it's not like she completely disappeared from his life. They saw each other everyday during summer, they talked, they went on quests, they laughed, everything was the same as it was, just less, well, 'dating-like.'

  It was awkward at first, but it gradually got easier. He went from wanting to cry every time she walked in a room to being semi-normal, and dammit, he was proud of himself. Now he had a completely new issue to work through. 

  Percy really can't catch a godsdamn break, can he? 

  Percy sighed and took off his wristwatch, pressing the button and letting the shield come out. He hung it on the wall to assess the damage. A few huge dents were littered across it from their last few quests. Tyson would have to fix it again. 

  He laid down on his bed, tossing Riptide onto his bedside table. Now he could finally get some damn sleep, he barely got 30 minutes on his latest quest. Percy shut his eyes.

  Right as he was about to get some well deserved sleep, he was woken up by a familiar voice.

  "Uhm, Percy?" Grover asked, walking up to Percy's bunk. Percy jolted up in surprise he looked at Grover and blinked, sighing in relief.

  "Oh, hey Grov," Percy mumbled groggily, rubbing his eyes. Grover smiled sheepishly. 

  "Sorry dude, I didn't mean to wake you up." 

  "It's cool, I wasn't really asleep yet."

  Grover plopped down on the edge of Percy's bed and looked at him, a slight frown now forming on his face. He kicked his hooves nervously. Percy moved to where he was sitting next to him.

  "Okay, what's up?"

  "I just- I noticed that you seemed really.. off when we got back. I wanted to see if you were okay?" Grover explained. Percy felt a blush creep up his neck, but grinned nonetheless.

  "I'm fine, Grover, don't worry." He laughed at the doubtful look on the satyr's face. "Really, I am! I'm just tired. That was a shitty quest."

  Grover huffed out a breath, but nodded. "Okay, okay! But if you need to talk to me, you know you can come to me, right?" Percy smiled, really hoping the warmth on his face wasn't as evident as it felt. He nodded.

  "You're a good friend, Grover." 

  The other grinned softly and Percy felt his stomach flip. 'I'm so screwed.' Grover stood up.

  "I'll see you later, Perc!" "See ya!"

  Percy watched Grover as he walked out and sighed. He pictured his smile in his head and groaned, falling back onto his back and throwing his forearm over his eyes.

  This. This is his problem. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, has a crush on his best friend. His boy best friend, Grover Underwood. 

  What a fucking mess.

  It's not like Percy didn't know he was gay. Well, not gay, bisexual, actually. He'd known he liked boys since elementary, he's had plenty of crushes on girls and boys. Just never his best friend before.

  Until now. Percy spent the entire dinner time sneaking glances at Grover from his table, pushing his food around his plate. They locked eyes a few times with Grover flashing him a smile, making Percy think he was actually going to die.

  He was more orso on auto pilot as he followed the crowd out of the Dining Pavilion. That was, until Nico seemed to pop up out of nowhere beside him.

  "Someone has a lil crush." Nico snickered as Percy jumped in surprise, whipping his head to his younger cousin.

  "God dude! Where the hell did you even come from?!" "Not important, what's important is that you were staring at a certain satyr dude for the past, like, thirty minutes."

  Percy narrowed his eyes at him. "No clue what you're talking about." He picked his pace up, but Nico kept up with him. The son of Hades groaned in exasperation.

  "Oh, for fucks sake! You're sooo obvious, Percy. You might as well just staple a sign that says 'I'm gay for Grover' on your forehead." He whispered. Percy stopped in his tracks

  "Bi! I'm fucking bi!" He paused. "I- I don't like him, though." 

  Nico held back laughter to not draw attention from the other campers, but gave his cousin a smug smile.

  "You should just tell him." Percy rolled his eyes.

   "Sure, whenever you confess to Solace."

   "I'm working on it!"

   "Uh huh."

    Percy stretched and sighed. It had been a shitty day, but it was finally coming to an end, though he was already up way later than he wanted to be. Maybe he could finally get some sleep now.  

  "Hey, Percy." Grover chimed, plopping down on his bed again.

  Or maybe he won't.

  Percy yawned and looked at Grover. "What're you doing up?" He asked, scooting back on his bed to give Grover space. Grover shrugged.

   "I was bored and I knew you were up, so I snuck over."

    "How'd you know?"

   Grover tapped his temple. "Empathy link."

   "Ohhh." Fucking idiot.

  They ended up staying up until the early hours of the morning, the sky a pale blue. The were joking around and rapidly switching topic to topic as they played some stupid board game Percy had brought with him. They eventually got onto the topic of crushes.

  Percy huffed as he landed on one of Grover's properties. 

   "This is bullshit, how much?" He grumbled. Grover laughed and smiled.

    "One thousand."

    "Dickhead." Grover just laughed harder.

  Percy shook his head as he handed the other the monopoly money before continuing the conversation.

  "Are you still into that one girl? Jupiter or something?" Percy questioned, handing the dice to Grover.

  "Juniper, and nah. I, uh, I got my eyes on someone else." He averted his eyes as he rolled the dice, his face flushing. 

  Percy laughed and bumped shoulders with his friend. 

   "Awww, does Gwover have a cwushhh?" He teased him. Grover blushed darker and lightly shoved Percy.

   "Shu- shut up."

   "Who is it?!"

  

  Grover snorted and met Percy's eyes. "You first." He mumbled, then moved his piece on the board. Percy's breath caught in his throat, sending him into a coughing fit. 

  The satyr's eyes widened. He scooted closer to the demigod, patting his back.

  "Woah, are you good, Perc?" He asked, concern clear in his voice. 

  Percy gave him a thumbs up once he stopped coughing, cheeks burning with embarrassment. 'Real smooth, Percy.'

  Grover snorted again and started laughing. Percy just stared at him, silently debating what he could do. 

  On one hand, if he just tells Grover now, then he can get the embarrassment over now, and might, MIGHT, get a boyfriend. On the other hand, if he tells him then it might go absolutely terribly and ruin their friendship.

  Percy then realized that he had been zoned out on his friend that entire time, who was now looking at him curiously.

  "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

  'C'mon Percy, do something, say something, literally ANYTHING.'

  He suddenly leaned forward and kissed him. Grover's eyes went to the size of saucers.

  It was just a peck, Percy had immediately jolted back before Grover could even fully react.

  "...Shit." Percy murmured. He bolted out of the cabin and didn't stop until he reached the beach, leaving Grover dumbfounded and red faced on the floor of the Poseidon cabin.

  Percy sat down in the sand. He buried his face in his hands, hot tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

  "I'm so fucking stupid."

  "Language, kid."

  Percy lifted his head to see Hermes. The God sat down next to him, smoothing out his suit. He then looked forward to the sea.

  "Y'know, you and that satyr really put on a show for us. Aphrodite is losing her mind."

  The teenager paused. "You..you guys were watching us?" Percy had never felt so embarrassed in his entire stupid lifetime. Hermes smiled and nodded.

  "Yep, we were all free tonight. Very entertaining. I've never seen Poseidon so embarrassed."

  Percy winced. "Cause I like guys?" Hermes laughed, shaking his head.

  "Of course not, it's because you ran away. You literally kissed him, out of nowhere, and then ran away. Aphrodite thinks it was adorable, though."

  Percy groaned, covering his face. 

   "What else was I supposed to do?! I'm so bad at shi- stuff like this!" Hermes patted his back. 

   "You'll learn, kid." He glanced behind him and grinned. "That's my cue. Good luck, Percy!"

  And just like that, the messenger God was gone. Percy heard steps coming closer and realized what Hermes had meant. 

  Grover slowly sat down beside him. He looked at the boy beside him.

   "....You wanna talk about it?"

   Percy sighed, refusing to look at him. "No. Not at all, but I think I have to.

  Percy bit his lip. 'Just rip the fucking bandaid off. Get it over with.' He looked at Grover.

  "I…" He swallowed, hands clenching from nerves. 

  "I like you Grover. Like, uh, not like a friend." He hesitated and laughed nervously. "Well, yes of course I like you like a friend, but not just that- I think you're really cute and sweet- and fuck I need to be quiet." Percy's ears burned as well as his face.

  Grover grinned widely, face about as red as Percy's. "I like you too, Percy." He placed his hand on the back of the other's neck, nudging him forward. Percy swallowed and leaned forward again, kissing Grover again. This time Grover was able to kiss back before they pulled away. 

  They both had stupid smiles on their faces. Percy let his head fall on Grover's shoulder, sighing in relief. 

   "You wouldn't fucking believe how badly I've wanted to do that." 

  Grover laughed, resting his head on Percy's. "I think I can actually.."

 They stayed like that until they fell asleep, eventually getting yelled at by Mr. D. Even as they got half dragged to breakfast, they couldn't stop smiling.

 

     Percy should probably have been exhausted, but honestly couldn't stop moving. He felt buzzing under his skin, unable to sit still at all. Grover actually liked him. Him! Of all people, he liked the damn train wreck that was Percy Jackson.

  A stupid grin spread across his face. Percy was practically vibrating in his seat, staring down at the table as he zoned out. 

  Now all he had to do was figure out if they were dating. His stomach dropped at the thought of it. He hadn't really thought about that yet. 

  Grover tapped Percy's shoulder, making him jump. He craned his neck to look at him. Grover smiled sheepishly. 

  "Hey, Perce. Uh, mind if I sit with you today?" He asked.

  Percy grinned widely, a little relieved, and rapidly nodded. He paused.

  "Wait, uh, no- i meant like," He internally cringed as Grover started chuckling.

  "Fucking christ, please, yes, sit." Percy's face flushed, clearly embarrassed. 'On a fucking roll, Percy. Gods.'

  The satyr laughed harder, sliding onto the bench next to Percy. He looked at him and smiled again.

  "You're really cute, dude." He smiled wider at Percy's reaction. The demigod looked away and laughed nervously, somehow blushing darker.

  "Holy shit, that's adorable!"

  "Sh- shut the hell up!"

  Percy huffed and looked down, picking at his hands. 

  'Stupid lovable goat dude.' He looks back at Grover and takes a deep breath.

  "Soooo.." He started

  "..Sooooo?" Grover said, raising an eyebrow.

   "Are we, like..dating?" Percy finished, voice going quiet at the last word.

  Grover's eyes widened, face burning. He failed to suppress a grin.

  "I mean, do you want-"

  "YES- or, uh, yeah, that'd be cool." Percy coughed and lowered his head, trying not to notice all the glances he just got. He nonchalantly reached between them and grabbed the other boy's hand. Grover laughed and interlocked the fingers.

  "Boyfriends?" Grover asked. Percy grinned

  "Boyfriends."

  Mr. D cleared his throat, gaining the attention of Grover and Percy. He crossed his arms with an unamused expression.

  "As little as I want to, me and Chiron need to speak with you two. Come to the Big House, now." 

  He spared a glance to their interlocked hands, but said nothing. The God walked off without hearing a response, and Percy could've sworn he saw him smirk as he did.

  Percy groaned, hanging his head back. "We're so fucked!" Grover frowned. 

 "Oh yeah, totally. It's gonna be about this morning, isn't it?" He asked anxiously. Percy sighed and stood up, tugging Grover with him.

  "Probably." Percy mumbled. Their hands stayed laced together as they made their way towards the Big House. 

  Nico and Will were making their way to the Dining Pavilion when Percy and Grover passed by them. Nico stopped mid rant about some new game he was playing and gasped, holding his arm out to make the other stop.

  "Holy fuck. Will, look." He pointed at the pair making their way to the Big House.

   Will looked to where he was pointing and grinned. 

   "Finally! It was getting kind of weird to just watch them pine for each other." He laughed and grabbed Nico's sleeve.

    "C'mon, let's go eat, we're already late!" He stopped tugging at the son of Hades' sleeve when he realized he wasn't budging. He gave the other a confused look. Nico was just staring at him with a conflicted look.

  'Okay, Nico, you're coward ass cousin did it. Why can't you? For the love of fuck.'

  "What's wrong?" Will asked, slightly concerned. Nico bit his lip and looked around. No one was around now, so no one would be there if he got rejected. He looked at the other demigod and grabbed his hand, feeling his heartbeat speed up.

   Will just smiled and squeezed the other boy's hand reassuringly. Nico laughed sheepishly.

  "Will? I kinda need to tell you something."

   Grover released Percy's hand, much to the demigod's dismay, as they approached the porch. Chiron was in his human form, playing card with Mr. D who sat on the other side of a table. He looked up at them with a pleasant smile.

  "Hello, Percy, Grover! We were just finishing up this game very quickly." He looked back at Mr. D and laid his remaining cards down.

  "I believe I win again, Mr. D." 

  Mr. D huffed and tossed his cards down, refilling his cup with diet coke. Percy snorted, eating himself a death glare from the God of wine. Grover elbowed him in the ribs. Chiron looked to Grover and Percy again, his expression turning more serious.

  "I'm sure you two can guess what this is about." Both boys nod, Grover looking far more embarrassed than the other. Chiron sighed.

  "Now, we have no issues with you two being together, but you're both aware we have rules against being out of your cabins after curfew."

  Grover frowned. "We're very sorry, Chiron. It will never happen again, I swear!" The satyr was basically radiating anxiety. Percy nodded along with what he said.

  "Yep, never again." 

  Chiron then smiled. "You're both off the hook for now, but if this happens again, you're on cleaning detail for a week." Percy grinned at Grover, who returned it. 

  Mr. D huffed. "I dunno why he's letting you off easy, Peter Johnson, but just know you're lucky." Chiron laughed and then waved them off. 

  "Just get to class now Percy, and you to work, Grover!"

  Both of them walked off with smiles. Percy looked at him.

  "Well, that went better than expected." Grover nodded in agreement.

  "I thought we were screwed for sure!" They both laughed and parted ways, Percy heading for his Ancient Greece class.

  He was stopped by Annabeth, though. She smiled at him.

  "Heard about you and Grover, congrats Percy!" She said sincerely. Percy blinked a few times.

  "Uh, thank you, but we haven't even told anyone yet. How'd you find out?" 

  She snorted. "Nico. He and Will saw you guys holding hands and kiiinda told a few people. Not many though." Percy huffed and crossed his arms.

  "Little shithead." He was grinning fondly, though. 

  Annabeth hugged him. "I'm really happy for you, seaweed brains." Percy laughed and hugged her back. 

  "Thank you, asshole." She pulled back and hummed thoughtfully. 

  "Y'know, Nico and Will left in a hurry after they told us about you and Grover. I wonder what they're doing."

  Percy clicked his tongue. 

  "Hopefully they're admitting their obvious crushes on each other."

  "If only."

  Quiet conversations and muffled laughter could be heard from behind the Hades cabin, then accompanied by shushing.

  "Oh my god, shut up, you're gonna make people hear us and then we'll have to go to lessons." There was no actual bite behind Nico's words, he was just as happy as Will.

  

  "I can't help it! I've liked you for so long, and you had no idea!" Will whisper-shouted, sporting what could only be described as a lovesick smile. 

  Nico was the one holding back laughter this time. He leaned up and pecked his cheek. Will flushed and cupped Nico's face.

  "I take it back, you're too cute to be the Lord of Darkness." Nico snorted.

  "Uh Huh, and you're a douchebag." He smiled and leaned forward, kissing Will.

  When they pulled away, both of them were smiling widely.

  "Will you be my boyfriend? Please?" Nico asked, his voice barely audible. Will laughed and kissed his cheek.

   

  "Absolutely."

  

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this was originally posted on my ao3 account in two parts lol. Haha gay campers brain go brrrr