#so so true lmao. both of us have been giggling at this

[chappellrroan]

[blockedbykei]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 !!

— haikyuu men as your boyfriend (ft. tsukki, tobio, hinata, kuroo, osamu, oikawa, & ushijima)

— a/n: in the midst of writing another fic (spoiler alert: it's kageyama), i've decided to rest my brain and give you an insight as to how the haikyuu men will be your boyfriend lol (lets pretend i didn't just insert my boyfriend's attitude in some of these dudes bc he is as sassy as tsukki and as obsessed with vball as kageyama)

tsukishima kei

- the type of boyfriend to close his fist when you try to hold his hand

- pretends he doesn't know you when you do something embarrassing

- greets you like he's annoyed but he actually isn't, he'll give your forehead a kiss after

- he's very supportive of your clothing, wear a bra and an underwear wherever you go– he wouldn't care. but when he senses the crowd isn't safe, he would constantly remind you to put a hand on your chest when you bend, or put a hand on your knee when you sig

- he gets flustered easily when you giggle whenever you see him use his phone without glasses and look like this -.-

- everyone says he's shy when it comes to pda. and that is so true. he would hold your hand but most of the time, you wrap your hand around his fucking pinky. he would occasionally wrap an arm around your shoulders, or you'd wrap your hands around his arm. kisses in public are chastised into cheeks or temples

- whenever you fight and you go to your room to sulk alone, he walks in without knocking, scooches on the bed beside you, and spoons you. it hurts him to see you cry even if you don't see it in his face, and he'll hold you in silence until you've gathered the courage to face him and talk about it

- biggest gift giver EVER

- he would literally get you anything that you want. you send him a pic of a dress and tell him you want it? he'll buy it for you even if you don't tell him to

- remembers every date of a special occasion, like first kiss, when you said yes to being his boyfriend, all that stuff

- when you're together for a long time, you don't talk that much yet you do your hobbies together. not because nothing's new and fun anymore, but because you've gotten so used to each other that the silence between you was comforting and filled with so much love.

- when you do talk though, you'd think he wouldn't indulge in whatever topic you ensue, but he would actually talk to you like it is the hottest tea in the century

- is a small spoon when he's so needy

- because of his love for strawberry shortcake, he actually knows how to bake it. you have it every weekend. and if he isn't so busy, you'd have it everyday.

- he taught you how to bake it *swoons*

- he smells like strawberries because he uses your perfumes all the time

kageyama tobio

- he smells the ball from far away

- like when you're both on a date or just hanging out outside, the minute he hears that exact sound of a volleyball bouncing on the ground, he will snap his head towards that direction

- LIKE A DOG

- i hc that he knows how to play the piano, so he has one in his room. when you hang out, you lay on the bed and he plays whatever song that comes into his mind

- he's so awkward even if you guys have been together for a long time

- on the court he's all badass but he's actually a loser LMAO

- biggest loser ever but he's so cute though

- like when he asked you out on a date, he was bowing and yelling "PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME" like he's so desperate and pathetic it's so adorable

- he's a good bf tho even if sometimes he's too preoccupied with volleyball. it's you above everything else so if you called him in the middle of practice, best believe he's running to you in a minute

- he's such a heavy sleeper. he sleeps with his eyes open sometimes and it creeps you out to wake up in the middle of the night with him staring at you with half lidded eyes

- when you fight he sometimes cries and will ask u to hold him

- doesn't know social cues sometimes you feel like you're mothering him but in a good way

- awkward kisser too sometimes he forgets to close his eyes

- when he takes a shit, it's always hard. like his poop is hard, so you hear him grunting in the bathroom

- he smells like metal sometimes but when he's at home he smells like markers its kind of addicting

hinata shoyo

- fucking TONE DEAF

- sucks at cooking, prefers your food over anyone else's

- loves cuddling he's such a tiny clingy baby you just want to eat him up and keep him in your stomach

- when you're sad, he goes out of his way to make you smile, even if it includes him hetting hurt

- compliments you ALL the time like he's all "wow baby you're so good at this and that you're so amazing please marry me"

- sticks to your side at every social gathering and will hold your hand the whole time

- he will feel like a literal baby if you're taller than him, and he LOVES taller women i so believe that

- when a match lasts for more than 3 sets, hinata is extremely tired and will pass out the minute he steps foot into your home

- he smells really good, like his skin smells amazing

- will do skincare with u bc he's sometimes as overdramatic as you when he sees red bumps on his face

- loves to give and receive a massage

- he's so chronically online too bc he's influenced by kenma so he's always up to date with all the trends and music. but he's also incredibly stupid with technology

- his phone always overheats

- twitches randomly in his sleep and sometimes he's so messy in bed he ends up pushing you off

- loves to take baths with you and let you play with his hair hehe

- the softest boy ever too like you would both always have a kitten staying in your home until someone can foster or adopt them because there's always a lot of sick strays outside of your home

- has a sweet tooth. his favorite is cotton candy

kuroo tetsuro

- he's actually emo sometimes

- sometimes because not only with his stupid bangs, but because when you're not giving him attention, he will play loud music that will get your attention, sit on the couch, and cross his arms and pout until you look at him

- he's one of those people that will get mad when you touch his hair

- smells like soap

- he treats you like a princess though like when he brings you to his parties he will bring you EVERYWHERE

- like a bodyguard too, will bring all your stuff even if they're heavier than his gym bag

- you're the one to always patch things between him and kenma when they fight because they're like literal children

- asks for your help to get kenma to eat when he plays too much

- a whiny bitch too like he's the type of person that's actually so clean so when he encounters a room that's dirty or a bathroom he thinks is too wet or has too much grime in the tiles, he will gag and pinch his nose (same goes for tsukishima)

- has a good sense in fashion, he dresses you A LOT

- puts your bag on your shoulder and scolds you like a mom

- scared of cockroaches

- literally would climb up a wall and sob when he sees one

- and he's such a good captain too like sometimes you'd see him talking to his teammates and give them advice outside of volleyball. he's their big brother

- he's your study buddy all the time. when he's not too preoccupied with volleyball, you're both studying together

- he cherishes your accomplishments and is always present at your events

- he's close with your friends that sometimes you see him playfully hump your boy-space-friends and moan like he's riding them

- used to be kenma's discord kitten too

- one time, in his drunken state, he showed you a picture of him and kenma in maid outfits during one of kenma's gaming streams, because they were both drunk and in lock down

- whenever you see the matches or hinata, tsukki, or kageyama, kuroo feels proud and tears up at how much they've grown

- loves kids. wants to plant a baby in you.

miya osamu

- when you wake him up in the middle of the night and ask for food, he WILL cook for you

- smells like fried chicken but its alright it smells good either way

- when you go to work, he always packs your lunch

- when you fight, he knows just what to cook to cheer you up

- he loves food so much that you can't remember the last time you haven't eaten, because he ALWAYS feeds you

- when he cooks at home, he wears a pretty pink apron just for you

- listens to music when he cooks, and even when he showers too

- when you have a big social event, he'll volunteer to give a portion of food in your event or actually cater for them

- when he cooks something that you don't end up liking, he is DISTRAUGHT; will do anything for you to like it again because there's no way that he can't feed you something delicious

- sometimes, when atsumu comes over, they both play volleyball INSIDE the house and atsumu sometimes gets too much, but before you could scold him, osamu's already on his ass

- as aforementioned, always expect midnight snacks

- he's like that dude on tiktok who can make everything out of chocolate, except his is onigri. or, well, he can shape anything made out of rice

- one time, on your anniversary, you woke up to a rice shaped like a life-sized teddy bear and it was actually so cool

- you have your own spot in his shop

- and he actually let you design the blueprint for his shop because he wants it to be yours too :(

oikawa tooru

- sometimes you don't know if he's your boyfriend or an opponent at a beauty contest

- he values skincare more than you do like he's buying face masks and exfoliators and everything and you caught him one time sleeping in one of those peel off mask things

- and he cries when you take off those peel off masks

- smells like rich perfume that hurts your nose

- but oikawa takes volleyball seriously. when he lost to karasuno, you caught him sobbing in his bed when you came to check up on him, and he let you hold him until he fell asleep

- that was also when he fell in love with you lol

- before you guys dated, you two were so close that tne girls actually stopped approaching him one time because they thought you were officially his girlfriend after he held your hand during a field trip to the museum because you almost got lost

- sometimes oikawa doesn't know who he's more scared of: you or iwaizume? bc both of you are always on his ass making fun of him and scolding him

- but he cherishes you so much though like he's treating you like his certified baby girl all the time— you're getting fucking princess treatment every single day. you don't remember the feeling of a bag in your hand because he's always CARRYING it

- oikawa is proud to take up the role as your assistant

- and he's also just as sassy as you are

- he's also rich so like you're always on adventures and on dates outside. but sometimes he likes to stay at home and cook for you even if it tastes like shit

- a jealous bitch

- one time a guy asked you for directions and oikawa told him to "turn right and then you'll see a mirror that tells you you're a piece of shit"

- you scold him after that. he doesn't care

ushijima wakatoshi

- bad at social cues

- he's like an old man and you're his social media manager bc why is he texting everyone through EMAIL when sms exists already

- there was that time when he sent you a nude and it went "was thinking of you. I miss you — Ushijima Wakatoshi" AND LIKE??

- he's literally "i'm so happy for you" o_o

- and he is though its just that he's always so dazed sometimes you think he's a robot

- he's a living baby though like he's one to be honest about something that he doesn't realize what he says and you feel embarrassed for him too so you're just kind of like sweetly telling him that it's not nice to say that someone smells like cigarettes or that their breath stinks

- one time, when you and tendou surprise him, you're both caught off guard when he actually jumps– but the thing is that he accidentally hit you with his arm due to his reflexes and you swear you got a concussion after that

- he LOVES CUDDLES and he loves sniffing you and sometimes hes a sub

- smells like rich cologne that actually smells good

- takes you with him everywhere and he has to be with you all the time or else he'll cry his ass out

- decides to be matrilocal too and take your last name when you get married bc he just loves you so much

- before you guys got together, he was always so stoic and silent. and he's so silent that sometimes he suddenly appears in front of you and talks to you like he didn't just almost make you shit your pants

- he also doesnt switch out his phone so when you're in the year 2024, he still has an iphone 7 that's too big for his hand

- his bff is tendou so he's always at your home too and they're watching a bunch of animes and you're just sitting between wakatoshi's legs like you're his stuffed animal

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Okay, so here I go. (I’m sorry if words are misspelled or if I used the wrong words; I’m dyslexic but thank goodness for autocorrect. Sometimes it corrects it for me and at others it puts a completely different word then what I meant; so fair warning.)

So, I was wondering if it will be Ghost that cat reader opens up to about her fear of deep water. It was pretty obvious that she has trauma from it from that one time Ghost tried to give her a bath after she was done for the day doing her “mouse killing” duty; it is most likely a deep fear developed from trauma from being held under by an abusive old owner/partner.

Like yes, it’s obvious she irritates Ghost out of “spite” (and probably does it for shits & giggles on her end) but HE was the one she clung onto when it was made clear of her fear of deep water. She may have been terrified but she felt safe enough to hold onto him & allowed him to comfort her during that event; she cuddled herself under his head and tapped her head against his chest which are signs of trust for a cat.

Yes, she’s definitely more friendly & open to Gaz (first to earn that with her), Soap (second) and Price (third to earn the right to be comfortable with her) but what if it actually came down to core issues/serious concerns it’s actually Ghost she goes to. Mostly because she can tell that although they annoyed each other (not really but more just for loving fun) that they DO understand each other on a level that the others just can’t.

The other three are there for basically nap time together, to play with and being cute with; but it is only with him will she be THAT open with serious things/issues. For her, he becomes her special & only companion for those kinds of matters. (Which once he realizes that she views ONLY him as special/worthy enough to be open with stuff does he feel honored instead of annoyed about it. After all he was trying to make a connection with her and now he has a strong one that only he has access to; she won’t open up about serious stuff with the others in a way that she will only do with him.)

Basically is will be the bases/beginning for her to start accepting him as a comfort source/companion. Of course, she’ll still be a little brat/little shit towards him; but it will be out of good fun/love intentions behind it, no malice or hatred behind her annoyance towards him anymore.

Hope this helps you come up with an idea. ☺️

Oh, babe, you got my vision perfectly LMAO. (And no worries about your dyslexia, I understood you perfectly!)

CW: mentions of past abuse (and technically attempted murder)

I won't go so far as to say that she would never go to the other boys, but yes, she has an extra special bond w/ Ghost because they both understand what it's like to survive abuse--especially abuse at the hands of someone they should've been able to trust. It's also very much an "I hate you" relationship in that they only "hate" each other because of that similarity/understanding. We tend to be more critical towards people like us because of how we perceive ourselves; we are our best critics, after all.

In short, "canonically," reader got tossed over a bridge into a river when her past owner tried to get rid of her. Something along the lines of--she became too big of a burden. Being a birthday/Christmas gift, they didn't expect the true responsibility of raising a pet. The reason doesn't really matter, though; either way, she scratched her way out of the soggy cardboard box and dragged herself to shore, then made her way to the old abandoned farm nearby. Hence why she doesn't like deep water--especially not when someone is carrying her towards it.

But next time Ghost tries to clean her, he's learned his lesson. Fills a small tub just 2-3 inches high, and instead of casually tossing her in, is surprisingly patient as he places her back paws in first--letting her wade a few seconds before plopping her front feet in. She's still whiny, of course, used to washing herself, but with Ghost's help, he get's the places she can't reach. Not to mention that the shampoo he's using smells pretty good.

"Not so mean when your buttons ain't pushed, huh?" he sighs, only to add-- "Sorry 'bout last time. Should've respected your boundaries."

You're quiet for a little before bumping your head into his hand, as if in acceptance of his apology.

"'Sides, you've got your reasons," he goes on, moving to scratch under your chin as well. "And fear ain't your fault."

You meow in understanding, then blink slow.

"Ha--" He copies the blink back. "Think this is the nicest you've been to me."

The rest of bath time is quiet, save for the sound of you shuffling around in the tub in response to Ghost's ministrations. But just as he finishes rinsing you clean of suds, Gaz comes around the corner, ready to kick off his boots after a long day.

"See you're gettin' close with the kit there," he smiles, dusting his hands off in mid-air. And while you half-expect Ghost to respond with acceptance, instead, he mutters--

"What else am I supposed to do? She stinks."

Well, there goes the moment.

You swipe at his hand with a hiss, only to be met with his scowl and a towel that swallows you whole.

When you do eventually tell him--the reason for your fear, that is--it's after another bath, and when you're snuggled close under the weight of his arm. His hand cups the back of your neck, callouses almost silky from how he handles you oh-so gently. A tempered practice he's forced himself to learn since you met. Because though kindness doesn't come naturally to him, it doesn't unnerve you; sometimes you wonder if kindness, as a choice, is better.

"You know I--" he clears his throat-- "we'd never. Right?" Simon whispers, his voice as deep as the purr that eventually rumbles through your chest.

Your fingers dance through the fine blonde of his hair, illuminated only by thin streaks of moonlight filtering through the blinds. Then you draw your palms down, so instead, you're holding the sides of his face, the scars and marks of his beautifully imperfect skin like stories untold beneath your thumb. And you press your nose to his.

"I know."

(He may or may not run into your former owner eventually, and he may or may not threaten to kill him or worse. But that's a story for another day :D)

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hotel Voluptas: Check(ed) In (You)

voluptas (latin; noun): pleasure, satisfaction, delight

pairing: idol!Mingyu x fem!reader

genre: smut, strangers to lovers!AU (sorta) - minors dni.

warnings: hotel sex, oral (both receiving) protected sex, mean dom!mingyu, degradation, mild jealousy (reader is a carat and her bias ain't gyu lmao), spanking, rough sex, multiple orgasms and positions, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, dirty talk, use of petnames, mentions of threesome, mentions of panic attack (it's not actually happening dw)

word count: 4k

summary: you're just a regular tourist in Seoul who visits a regular hotel to spend your nights. except the hotel isn't your regular one - let alone its patrons and needs.

Author's note: this is an altered version of a mingyu dream i had a few nights ago msdnfsmnfs thank you to @playmetheclassics for coming up with the title and @idyllic-ghost for beta-reading this fic 💕

nsfw taglist: @rosecult​​ @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17 @lovelyhan @luvv4svt @novalpha @wonderfulshinee @foxinnie8 @sstarrysshit @threedalla @enhacolor @seuomo @spk93 @snoozeagustd @strawberryya

unable to tag: @kkakkameori @patisseriam @0717luv @coachukaishairband

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

“Good evening, sir Lee. The usual?” 

“You know me, Hyun,” the man clad in total black clothing whips out his credit card to slide over the machine, the familiar sound of the accepted payment ringing like music to his ears.

“We’re all good! Here’s your key, sir.” The receptionist hands over the key to the unknown man and the latter heads off with a slight nod. A couple of bills is all he leaves behind for the receptionist - a thank you gift for his continuous discretion.

Lee Saejin. That was the registered name for the room reservation.

But it’s obviously a fake name - besides, nobody would really care if a random guy was staying over in a hotel surrounded by oddly well-kept rumors. 

But the idol Kim Mingyu spending his nights off in this hotel, sleeping in the arms of a different person every time he visits? Press scandal worthy, to say the least.

So he settles with a silly fake name and escapes through the danger exit doors - not that he minds, when he gets much needed sexual relief after hellish weeks of tight-packed schedules.

All of the stressful thoughts are discarded once he steps into the room and he’s met with a gorgeous lady, sipping on what seems to be expensive champagne.

“Hey there,” Mingyu greets the woman as he discards his coat and takes the hem of his shirt to remove it.

“Let me do the dirty work, mister,” she gets up and holds his wrists, gently peeling them off the fabric so she can take it off herself, “Can’t have you doing more work than you already do, right?”

“As if you haven’t been working your pretty ass off, sweetheart,” he smirks and pulls her flush to his body, his hands kneading her ass over the silky dress.

“I think we should do less talking-”

“And more fucking?” 

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Ugh, why is it so hard to find a decent hotel at a decent price?!”

You want to slam your laptop on the table and crush it into tiny pieces. You have one chance to go to South Korea and the only thing that’s stopping you is finding a damn hotel to stay in.

It’s either an over-the-top super expensive hotel that you need to sell both of your kidneys to afford a couple of nights or it’s a very dingy motel in a suspicious neighborhood.

“No….Not this one….Definitely not this one….Not this one either….”

Suddenly your eyes fall on a neat-looking hotel, with a very good score in reviews.

“Oh? Perhaps?” You scroll through the pictures of the site, the hotel rooms looking exactly like what you’ve been looking for - it almost feels like it’s too good to be true.

You check out the reviews and a few giggles escape from your lips while reading them.

“You will not regret staying in this hotel ;)”

“10/10 would go visit again, spent the best nights of my LIFE”

“you’ll literally spot celebrities in there I’M NOT FUCKING KIDDING”

“Celebrities? Wow, people have a lot of humor,” you chuckle, “But it’s a pretty good hotel - Got nothing to lose, right?”

You don’t hesitate to book a room with a double bed (a girl just wants to lay like a starfish) and pay with your credit card, the booking confirmation arriving in your mail inbox shortly after. You proceed to book your flight tickets with a beaming smile on your face, excitement coursing through your entire body in the forms of jitters.

I’m gonna have so much fun.

You feel like you were put in the blender and got splattered on the floor.

Maybe it’s because you haven’t traveled by plane in a long time, maybe it was the duration of the flight, or a combination of the two - either way, you just wanted to faceplant in the mattress of the hotel bed.

You feel very grateful to the taxi driver who offered to carry your suitcase until the entrance of the hotel. You thank him for the ride and hand over the corresponding amount of money, bidding him farewell.

You walk through the glass doors of the hotel and you suddenly feel very much awake.

The whole place feels so luxurious yet not intimidating, as if it’s calling you to explore its deepest parts. You look around you and see people waiting at the lobby, the majority of them wearing face masks and you feel conscious for not wearing one.

You timidly approach the reception counter, dragging your suitcase behind you. You ring the bell on the marble counter and wait for someone to appear.

“Good evening, miss. What can I do for you?” The receptionist appears and you’re blown away from how dashing he looks.

“Um, hello, I’ve booked a room under the name Y/N L/N? I-It’s one with a-”

“A double bed, yes, I am aware,” the man chuckles, “It’s not like we have single beds in this hotel.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said that the rooms in our hotel do not have single beds.”

You blink twice. Is he serious right now?

“Um,” you scratch your cheek, “May I ask why?”

“Miss Y/N, are you aware of the services we provide here?”

“What is that supposed to mean? Isn’t this just a regular hotel where people spend a few nights to rest after visiting Seoul?” 

He takes a quick glance left and right and moves his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion and you inch closer, purely out of curiosity.

“Do you see all those people waiting here?” 

You nod in agreement.

“They wear facial masks because they don’t want to be recognized in public.”

Your eyes go wide and your brain recalls all of the reviews you read online - they were fucking true.

“Are you saying that they come here to fuck?!”

“Shhh! Don’t be so loud!” he shushes you in a panic, “But yeah, that’s what they’re here for -  that’s what this hotel is for, technically.”

Just your fucking luck.

“There was none of that crap on the website!” You whisper in a state of panic.

“What did you expect, miss? To write ‘hello we have rooms for you to fuck your brains out with other people’?” He deadpans with a straight face.

“Okay fine, you have a point,” you huff in annoyance, “But isn’t that, like….Illegal?”

“Illegal? Oh no no, there are no sex workers here, only people of high social profile who want to have a good time,” he clarifies, “We’re just the confidential party who run this hotel.”

“So, um..” you trail off, “Does that mean I’m obligated to share a room with someone here?”

“Of course not! You did book a room for one person, after all.”

“Okay….” you answer and think for a while, but your thoughts are as clear as a cobweb.

“You can call me Hyunjin, by the way.” The receptionist introduces himself after a long time.

You give him a quick smile and go back to the ordeal of putting your thoughts in a coherent order.

“Hey, Hyunjin?”

“Yes?”

“Do idols come here too?” 

The man licks his lips before smirking.

“I am not allowed to disclose such information, my dear.”

“So they do,” you narrow your eyes at him.

“Again, I am not allowed to disclose such information.”

“Fine, I’ll find out for myself, then.” You muster up your confidence.

“Excellent,” Hyunjin smiles and pulls out a piece of paper and a tablet, “Want me to hand you over a pen?”

“Yes please,” you answer without lifting your head from the papers you’re reading, quickly realizing it is indeed, a NDA. Of course they would have those.

You carefully check all of the pages (including the footnotes) and you sign the NDA without a fuss, Hyunjin’s signature following right after.

“What’s that for?” You look at the bright screen, filled with a list of names and X marks.

“This is where we store the information of our regular clients and the rooms they usually stay in,” he explains, “The X marks next to the names you see indicate that these people are already with someone…If you get what I mean. Also, there are the gender symbols to indicate...well, their gender.”

A notification comes up in your phone and you slide it out of your pocket, mumbling a quick sorry to Hyunjin, so you can text your friend back that you made it safely to Seoul. The man takes a quick glance at your phone case, pursing his lips tight.

“Okay, where were we? The clients, right?”

“Yes. That is, if you want to try meeting one of them - You can always keep your reservation as it is and quietly spend your nights here on your double bed.”

“Well,” you bite your bottom lip, “I’m a single girl in Seoul to have fun, might as well get laid with someone hot, right?” You tilt your head in a cheeky way.

“As you wish, miss - Have you decided on who you’re gonna pick?”

“Hmm, let’s see…” 

You carefully check the list with all the unmatched names and your eyes fixate on the name Lee Saejin.

“This one.”

Now it’s Hyunjin’s turn to be surprised, but he’s only allowed to nod and do the reservations.

“You just had a really weird expression on your face.”

“Who, me? Nope, definitely not!” He defends himself while trying to put down the necessary information to complete the process.

“What’s wrong with the name I picked?”

“Nothing at all,” he bites back a smile, “On the contrary, you picked a really good one.”

“Okay….” you side eye him, “Can I go now?”

“You’re too eager for someone who looked like splattered jam on the floor not too long ago.” He hands you over the card key for the room.

“You’re one peculiar receptionist,” you take the key and drag your suitcase on the smooth floor.

“Hope you enjoy your stay in Hotel Voluptas, miss!” Hyunjin yells before you disappear behind the elevator doors, which earns him a few irritated glares from other guests. He clears his throat and absentmindedly smooths over his hair and clothes, going back to his business

“Hoo boy, she’s in for a real treat.”

You feel like a lunatic.

If anyone else was in your shoes, they would have run the fuck out of this place and take the first flight back home. 

But you feel excited. Almost ecstatic.

You never thought the reviews/rumors you had heard about Hotel Voluptas were actually true but now that you’re one step away from finding out who Lee Saejin truly is.

You take a deep breath before opening the door and check underneath your shirt to make sure you’re wearing a pretty lingerie set - just in case, you know.

You slide the card key over the electronic lock and the door opens. You enter the room and you quickly realize there’s nobody inside.

“Huh? That’s weird,” you close the door behind you and set your suitcase next to the wardrobe. You take a look around the room, noticing how neat and pristine it looks. You sit on the bed and touch the sheets, your palm gliding over the silk.

“Damn, that’s real luxury right here.” You let out a low whistle.

“You should see the jacuzzi, that’s peak luxury.”

The unknown voice scares you so much you end up falling down on the carpeted floor with a thud.

“Ouch…”

“Shit, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” The stranger bends down to help you stand on your feet, your ass slightly stinging from the sudden impact.

“Yeah, I think so-” you raise your head and look at his face, any coherent sentence dying down in your throat and any rational thought disappearing from your brain.

The man standing in front of you - the half naked man - is Kim Mingyu.

Kim fucking Mingyu of Seventeen.

You cover your mouth in shock, sitting on the bed to realize what the fuck is going on.

“You must be Y/N, right?” Mingyu speaks.

“No, I’m not.”

“What? But I’m sure Hyunjin sent me the correct info…”

“Wait, my info?!”

“Um, yeah. For the NDA, y’know?”

“Oh. Right.”

You don’t know if you want to jump out of the window or jump his bones right this instant.

“I know this is sudden, but that’s how things work in here,” he flashes his signature smile, his perfectly white canines shining brighter than your future.

“Is this even real?”

“You can always touch me, y’know?”

“NO!”

“No?”

“Wait, I mean yeah- Shit, I-”

“Do you need some time alone? I’m kind of worried right now,” Mingyu admits with a nervous look, “I don’t want you to panic right now.”

“I just- Hyunjin did tell me that celebrities come here, but I didn’t expect to see YOU of all people!” You admit with a wheeze.

“I mean, I am a guy with sexual needs as well.” He lets out a chuckle.

“But you were supposed to be at your dorms and resting!”

“Says who?”

“The news channel live…..You left the airport with the members in the cars….So I assumed you….” You trail off, your voice getting quieter.

“So you’re a fan, huh,” he smirks, “That makes it even better.”

“Y-Yeah, hence the shock….”

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

“Oh, so now you’re gonna pull the shit you do at fansigns, huh?” Your demeanor changes as you sit up on the bed.

“Is it working?” He towers over you, adjusting the towel around his waist, your eyes zoning on the water droplets cascading from his beefy chest all the way down to his v-line.

“Maybe.” You admit and you feel your cheeks flaring up as he climbs on the bed, his body frame hovering above yours.

“Good, that means my game is still going strong.”

“Or your fans are way too whipped for you.”

“You’re not a gyuldaengie?”

Fuck, wrong move.

“Who is it, darling?”

“Not telling you.” You challenge him.

“No need to tell me, I already know either way.” He grins like an imp as he stretches his arm to pick up your phone from the floor.

“Wonwoo hyung, huh?”

“Hey, give that back!” You try to take the phone back, but he pins your wrists above your head with his hand.

“You wish he was here instead of me?”

“And what about it?”

“Too bad he’s a fucking loser who does gaming lives for his fans.”

“Shut up, I love those!”

“Of course you do - It’s just that fucking pretty girls like you is way more fun, don’t you think?”

You let out a shaky breath at his words -  Kim Mingyu just called you pretty and it has you melting on the spot.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks you with a whisper.

“Please.”

It’s all Mingyu needs to put his lips on yours, his hands now perched on your clothed body, fingers dancing dangerously around the hem of your shirt.

“Just take it off already!” You squirm underneath him.

“So demanding, tsk…” He takes off your shirt and unbuttons your jeans, leaving you only in your lingerie.

“Demanding yet dressed for the occasion, I see.”

“It was coincidental!” You defend yourself, “I just like wearing pretty underwear, is that bad?”

“Not at all, darling,” he licks his bottom lip, “I always appreciate pretty things on pretty people.”

He presses a chaste kiss on the column on your neck, and another one on your collarbone, and a lot more scattered over your chest and abdomen, paying extra attention to your lower stomach, just above the hem of your thong.

“G-Gyu-”

“Oh so we’re on a nickname basis now?” Mingyu hooks his fingers on the thin elastic band and slides it down your legs, letting out a whistle when he spreads your thighs all the way to your hip bones.

“Not that I mind you calling me Gyu, obviously.”

“You’re so insufferable, oh my God, just lic- AH!”

You moan out loud when he parts your lower lips with his thumbs and starts sucking on your clit. 

You thread your hands in his silky black hair, pulling it each time he presses his tongue a bit harder on the spots that make you squirm beneath him. 

You always knew Mingyu had very attractive lips, but feeling them making out with your pussy in such a sloppy manner makes your head spin.

You let out a particularly loud moan when you feel his thumb stretch your hole, all while he spits on your clit just to lick it even harder than before, followed by a particularly harsh suck.

“Fuck!” Your thighs squirm and almost close around his head, but he keeps them open with his arms, his chocolate eyes staring at you.

“You’re really squirmish, aren’t you?”

“It’s not my fault-”

“That I’m eating your pussy so good you don’t want me to stop?”

God, you really want to slap him. But he’s right.

“Aren’t you going to say anything, darling?”

“You stopped eating my pussy.”

Mingyu clicks his tongue in annoyance and flips you around, lifts your ass and goes back to eat you out like a starved animal. 

“Oh my- Fuck, it feels so fucking good, Gyu!”

“Oh yeah? Would Wonwoo hyung eat you like this?” He smacks your ass.

“Mmmfh-”

“Answer me, pretty girl.” He smacks your ass again, a bit harder this time.

“I won’t fucking tell you!”

“Bratty little bitch,” he clicks his tongue in annoyance and gets up from his place, circling the bed to stand in front of you, finally dropping his towel.

Big would be too little of a word to describe what hangs between his legs.

You gulp audibly, mouth salivating at the sight of his deliciously thick cock, your insides jolting at the thought of his length splitting you in half.

“What, you see a nice dick and turn all dumb and drooly?” He pumps his cock with his fist right in front of your face.

You crawl a bit closer to him and slap his hand away to wrap your lips around the fat tip, pushing his cock deeper in your mouth. 

“You’re so much more eager than I thought, sweetheart,” Mingyu groans and puts his hand deep in your hair, “Would you suck Wonwoo’s cock like that too, darling?”

“I’d suck it harder,” you take out his cock and stroke it with your hand, a shit-eating grin on your face, “Does that answer your question?”

He pokes his cheek with his tongue and slaps your cheek with his cock twice before he’s pushing you on your back again.

“Well too bad he’s not here now.” He opens one of the nightstand drawers and pulls out a condom, ripping the packaging with his teeth to roll the latex over his cock.

He climbs on the bed again and throws your legs on his shoulders, tapping his dick on your slicked cunt a few times.

“I’ll just fuck you to oblivion instead.”

“Now I know why everyone calls you an overgrown puppy,” you giggle, “You’re all bark and no bite, Gyu.”

Your lips morph into an ‘O’ shape when Mingyu slams his dick inside you, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“I’ve had enough of you running your mouth all evening,” he grits his teeth and tugs your bra down, letting your breasts out of the lace, “For someone who was so shocked to find out that people fuck in this place, you’re awfully bratty.”

“Then fuck the attitude out of me, big guy,” you taunt him, “Just like you’ve been boasting all evening.”

“With pleasure.”

Mingyu folds you in half and starts drilling his cock in your pussy with a newfound hunger, all the exhaustion he had accumulated from the flight gone in the blink of an eye.

“Your pussy is so fucking good, taking my cock like a fucking champ.” He moans and gropes your tits, his big hands squeezing the soft flesh.

“Your cock fucks me so good, Gyu, you’re so good to me, fuck!” You grip the sheets, nails digging into the silk.

“Oh yeah? Dick so good you’re not thinking about that bias of yours anymore?”

Your pussy clenches around his shaft, Mingyu’s eyes turning hooded.

"You greedy little slut," he juts his hips a bit more forcefully, "You would love to fuck Wonwoo, wouldn't you?"

Yes, you definitely would - you can't even bring yourself to count the times you've thirsted over the cat-like man in glasses for the most dumb reasons.

"Of course a pretty slut like you cannot be satisfied with one dick," he speeds up his thrusts, "Need something to fill your bratty mouth with, right?"

"F-Fuck, yes!" You cry out, thighs starting to tense on his shoulders.

"Maybe I should take a picture of you sucking my dick like a lolly and send it to hyung," he taunts you, "Show him what his fans are actually doing in their free time."

"Shit, Gyu!" You scream Mingyu's name and your back arches off the mattress as you cum around his cock, giving him the green light to fuck you through your orgasm, while he chases his own.

It doesn't take him long to tip off the edge and reach his own climax, filling up the condom with his cum. He quickly discards the soiled latex in the trash bin under the nightstand and lays right next to you, a wicked smile playing on his face.

"Why are you smiling like th- Oof!" You gasp when he pulls you flush to his chest and throws your leg over his hip, burying two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

He rapidly fucks his digits in your spent hole as he grinds his palm on your clit, trying to force one more orgasm out of your body.

And he does.

He watches your body shake harder than before and you squirt all over his hand and thighs, eyes nearly rolling at the back of your skull from the intensity of your orgasm.

He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean with his mouth, letting them go with a lewd sound. 

"W-What….was that for?" You pant.

"For good measure." He grins.

"....Manwhore." You curse under your breath and Mingyu lands a smack on your pussy, making you yelp from the impact.

"Says the girl who wants to fuck two idols of the same group."

"And what about it?! A girl can always 

dream!" You protest.

"Some dreams can become a reality," he says, "That is, if you ask the right people."

"You're not actually thinking of sending him a post-sex image, are you?!"

"Are you crazy? Of course not, that NDA has my signature too, missy," he deadpans, "I just said that to rile you up."

"Of course you did." You roll your eyes at him.

"So….how long are you staying in Seoul?"

"A week," you reply, "Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking…." Mingyu trails one finger on your collarbone.

"Yes?"

"If I convince that loser of a hyung I have as my roommate to get out of his gaming chair, maybe you'll get to live your dirty little fantasy."

"Are you- Is this a joke? Because if you're fucking with me, you better drop it."

"I'm 100% serious, love," he dips his finger on the valley of your breasts, "As long as everyone consents to it, I'm down to share. If you behave as well, of course."

You don't hesitate to nod affirmatively and climb on top of him, giving him a passionate kiss as a thank you.

"There's something you need to know though." 

"What is it, darling?"

"I have an IUD and I'm clean, got checked last month."

Mingyu blinks twice and purses his lips in a thin line.

"You better prepare yourself for next time, sweetheart," he grips your ass, "And don't worry about our little playdate getting out of here." He presses a kiss on your neck.

"What happens in Hotel Voluptas, stays in Hotel Voluptas."

[stevie-petey]

episode nine: the fall

You shake your head at the teen in disappointment. “Never thought I’d have to say this, but please stop licking your sweater, Steve.” He puts his hands up in surrender, albeit with a slight scoff. “Sue a man for not wasting food.”

Summary: surprise ! life still carries on even with minor brain damage from constant concussions :( on the bright side, you and the gang all become homies. meanwhile, steve grapples with the warm fuzzies and parental issues before his worst nightmare happens: you meet robin. the horrors !

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, swearing, mentions of wounds

Words: 9.1k

Before you swing in: this is it !!! last official chapter of season 2 :) this chapter is pure fluff yall. just 9k words of utter disgusting bug n steve, so i hope it makes up for how long it took for them to get to this point lmao. enjoy !

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True to your promise with Jonathan, nothing necessarily changes between the two of you; things just shift. You stop being so tactile with him out of respect for Nancy, now only reaching for his hand for comfort rather than to have him so near. It takes some trial and error, but eventually the two of you manage to strike up a good balance.

You still spend most of your days either together at his house or yours. Only now, Nancy accompanies you, and it’s lovely.

“Dustin told me that Steve practically drooled over you last night before the Snowball.” Jonathan teases you, hunched over his kitchen table scribbling a half-assed essay that’s already a day late.

Nancy giggles as you throw your pencil at the boy. “That did not happen, mind your own business.”

���I don’t know, Y/N. He kept staring at you today during lunch.” Nancy slides over her paper and taps her pencil on a particular problem she’s stuck on. She’s still getting used to talking about this with you, but she pushes aside her unease and tries anyway. “Do you know the answer for number five?”

Her words cause you to blush, your mind still reeling from your conversation with Steve last night. You told him you’d wait for him, and he looked at you as if you’d promised him the world and more. Then, today at lunch, Steve had boldly found you sitting with Nancy and Jonathan outside and joined.

It was a welcome change, and he sat so close to you that your thighs pressed together underneath the picnic bench you’d been eating at.

“He wasn’t staring at me,” you mumble, embarrassed and still feeling his weight pressed against you, before sliding your paper over to Nancy. “And I got Henry Ford.”

Frowning, Nancy erases her answer. “That makes no sense.”

“My answer or Steve not staring at me?”

“Both.” Nancy and Jonathan say at the same time.

You throw another pencil at Jonathan. “I wasn’t talking to you, write your late essay.”

He ducks, “Would you stop?”

“Not unless you stop speaking.”

“This is my house, bug–”

“And I can call your mom right now and she’d let me stay.” You cross your arms at Jonathan, knowing you’ve already won the argument. “Any more complaints?”

Jonathan goes back to writing his essay, grumbling under his breath about how you can’t keep pulling the mom card, and you giggle at his anger alongside Nancy. He’s the one who wanted the two of you to get along, he should’ve known that you and Nancy would just make his life miserable.

The three of you go back to working quietly at the table, you and Nancy occasionally asking each other for help on certain questions, while Jonathan grows more and more frustrated by his essay. After he’s angrily scribbled out his fifth line, Nancy snatches the paper from him and points towards the back door.

“Out,” she tells him.

Jonathan blinks. “What?”

“Go outside, take a small walk, and calm down. You’re frustrated and won’t get anywhere if you keep this up.”

They stare at each other, Nancy silently daring him to argue with her, and you watch in amusement. She has him wrapped around her finger, and after only a few seconds, Jonathan sighs and gets up from the kitchen table. “I’m doing this because I want to, alright?”

You snort. “Sure, buddy.”

He gives you the finger, presses a kiss to Nancy’s forehead, and then grabs a coat to go outside.

Once he’s gone, Nancy turns to you and sets down her pencil. “So, how long are you planning on pretending that Steve doesn’t like you?”

You whip your head up, dropping your pencil in the process, startled by her forward question. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“I…” Though you’ve slowly gotten used to Nancy being with Jonathan, it still feels too soon to talk to her about Steve, even if she’s given you her blessing. It feels too raw, too inappropriate, to discuss it with her. “I don’t think we should talk about this–”

“C’mon, Y/N. It’s obvious he at least feels something for you, and if anyone deserves Steve, it’s you.” Nancy gently takes your hand, her voice sincere. “He came outside for lunch looking for you today, he drove you to the Snowball, he’s been visiting you at work ever since you smiled at him last year.”

You look away from her. “It’s… complicated.”

“It’s not…” Nancy swallows, clears her throat, and looks away as well. It still has taken her time to adjust to the shift between the four of you, to finally understand that it’s now okay to talk about these things with one another. “It’s not because of me, right?”

A beat of silence passes, and when you don’t say anything, Nancy sighs. “Shit.”

“He’s still healing, Nance.” You admit, feeling bad for bringing this upon her. You don’t want her to feel responsible for any of it, it’s not her fault that the boys you’ve loved have loved her first. The wound of it has healed now, though the scar that it has left will never fade.

You both know this, neither one of you want to admit it to the other.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” She shakes her head, the familiar guilt of somehow always the one hurting you clawing at her. “I wish things had been different between me and him.”

You shrug, you don’t see any reason to blame her. “I don’t.”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t wish things had been different between the two of you,” you admit, knowing how bizarre it may sound. When Nancy raises her eyebrows, you’re quick to explain. “What I mean is, if Steve had never been with you, who knows who he’d be now? Or if Jonathan had never been my best friend, would you still have found each other?”

Nancy bites her lip, still unconvinced. “I don’t know, Y/N…”

“I think, truthfully, that we all unwound with who we were supposed to.” You’re not sure how to explain this, to express your unusual way of viewing such complex situations. “Without our histories, without being so intertwined with one another, I don’t think we ever would’ve unwound how we were supposed to. Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” Nancy nods, although hesitant. “And Steve is still… Unwinding from me?”

You cringe, knowing how silly it all sounds. “I know it sounds dumb, but he is, and while I’m not saying he doesn’t like me… I told him to take his time.”

“You’d really wait for him?”

“I would.”

Nancy sighs and goes back to her assignment, continuously amazed by your selflessness. “You’re too good.”

You shrug again, now used to being told this by others. It doesn’t bother you like it used to, you’ve come to view your kindness as something wholly yours and no one else’s to understand. It took so much violence to become so kind, and you will never, ever apologize for it now. “It adds to my charm.”

Jonathan walks back in right as Nancy bursts into loud laughter, you do as well, the remaining tension between you and her now gone. He sees the way she clutches her stomach and how you have to grab onto the table so you don’t fall over as you laugh. “Did I miss something?”

You wipe at your eyes, still giggling. “No, bee. Sit down and do your work.”

“Yeah,” Nancy giggles again, feeling breathless. “What Y/N said.”

“You two are the worst.” Jonathan slumps in his seat and goes back to his essay.

“You love us,” you tease, knowing that he hasn’t told Nancy this yet.

He smiles shyly and avoids Nancy’s eye. “Yeah, I do.”

They both blush and there’s a childish energy to them, shy and soft and sweet. You watch them with a warm smile, endlessly happy for them both; they’re sweet to watch, still shy around one another.

As you watch Jonathan and Nancy giggle softly as they help each other with their assignments, looking over at you for help as well, you know that junior year is finally starting to look up.

–

Steve continues to join you, Jonathan, and Nancy for lunch. He makes himself a permanent seat next to you, never once straying far from your side, and eventually he even ends up back in the library with the three of you.

It’s reminiscent of your sophomore year, back when you’d just defeated the Demogorgon and Nancy had gone back to Steve. For a brief few months, you’d all study in the library together and formed your own nice, albeit tense, group.

Then lines and threads became tangled and unspoken feelings became harsh actions.

Now, Nancy and Jonathan are whispering about something, off in their own world, and you’re currently helping Steve with an English assignment.

It’s the last day before winter break, so it’s hard getting him to pay attention to what you’re saying. All he can focus on is the way you’ve pinned your hair up, some pieces of hair falling over your face, and how you look so lovely in your white sweater.

“Are you listening to me?” You ask him, narrowing your eyes.

Steve coughs, knowing he’s been caught. “Yeah, totally.”

“Okay,” you cross your arms and lean back in your seat, distancing yourself from the boy, which only makes him frown. “What did I just say, then?”

“C’mere,” he huffs at you, tugging at your chair so that you’re now pressed flush against him; just the way he likes it. You blush, your stomach flutters wildly at the idea that he can’t be more than five inches away from you. Steve sees this, sends you a wink, and tries to use this to his advantage. “We both know I wasn’t listening, angel.”

Angel.

It’s become his new name for you, though he hasn’t said it since the night of the Snowball; the name drips from his lips as if saturated in sunlight. Although you want to litter his face with kisses and call him lovely and handsome and wonderful, you know that in this instance, Steve has only used the nickname to get on your good side.

And two can play that game.

“I don’t know, honey.” You lean in closer to Steve, angling your head so that you look up at him while you use your own name for him. His breath always hitches when you look up at him like this, when you call him honey again for the first time all sweet and soft. “I was hoping you’d been listening.”

Steve gulps, he’s still not used to the way your voice dips low when you want his attention. How when you call him honey he swears he can taste the residue of it in his mouth. He leans closer as well, your faces inches apart, and he’s forgotten what the two of you are even talking about. “I–I’m sorry?”

As soon as he’s apologized, you pull yourself away, just before Steve’s lips land on yours, and go back to the English assignment. You’re immensely pleased with yourself, especially when Steve almost face plants against the library table when you suddenly move away. “Apology accepted! Now, let’s go back to Shakespeare, shall we?”

Steve’s jaw drops, only now realizing that he’s been tricked. “Oh, that was evil, Y/N.”

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” You wink at him, and Steve has never wanted to kiss a smirk off of someone’s face more.

He’s addicted to it, honestly.

Later that day, once school has let out, Steve drives you to work. This was another shift that came with Jonathan and Nancy getting together. While your best friend still drives you to school, it’s now Steve who drives you to work and picks you up.

He enjoys spending the time with you, having you all to himself during the simple ten minute drive to Bookstrordinary. The two of you rarely say much during these drives, and it’s everything Steve could ask for and more; he simply has you with him, nothing else needs to be said or done.

Mrs. Waters greets him with a knowing smile, the woman has become more invested in Steve’s infatuation with you than even your mother. “Hello, young man.”

“Hi, Mrs. Waters.” Steve gives her a wave and walks over to his usual station: behind the counter, waiting for you.

You give your boss a quick hug and clock in. “Any new shipments today?”

“All the new books are in the back, so make sure your handsome man does all the heavy lifting, sweetie.” Mrs. Waters giggles at her own words before she slowly makes her way into her office.

“Well,” you nudge Steve. “You heard the woman, you’re a handsome man. Go do the heavy lifting.”

The compliment, though indirect, still rolls over Steve in slow, warm waves. He smiles bashfully at you. “Handsome, huh?”

“Oh, don’t pretend as if you didn’t know.” You flick his nose and walk over to the back door to start retrieving the new shipment. “Seriously, though. Could you help me with these boxes?”

Steve is quick to run over and help, he will always be happy to help you, but before he picks up a box, a thought occurs to him. Leaning against the doorframe, he smirks at you. “I’ll help, after you explain to me that little stunt you pulled earlier in the library.”

“What stunt?” A huff escapes you as you try to pick up a box, but Mrs. Waters had been right. The shipment is heavy, and Steve is currently useless.

“The whole ‘honey’ thing.”

You look up at Steve, knowing exactly what he’s asking, but you toy with him anyways. “Only if you explain the whole ‘angel’ thing.”

“C’mon, Y/N.” He groans, annoyed that you’re so good at dodging all of his questions. He doesn’t know what makes you Hendersons so great at deception, but it’s a terrifying thing to witness. “You’re an angel, it’s a fitting name for you.”

Though you’d been expecting him to say this, hearing Steve’s explanation still causes you to blush. Normally it bothers you when people call you an angel and act as if you’re some person above everyone else, but with Steve you know that he means it so genuinely. To him, you’re an angel because he knows you so well.

He doesn’t view you as this innocent creature that can do no wrong; Steve knows how you came to be, he knows the anger you once held, and it’s because of this that he has come to view you as angelic. It takes a lot for someone to become kind again, and Steve knows this better than anyone else.

“You’re sweet honey,” you finally respond, your face still warm from the vulnerability. You want to try for him, become okay with the feeling of being seen. “You asked for a nickname, and that’s what I’ve landed on. Any more questions?”

Steve practically melts against the doorway, and you almost giggle at the sight. “I’m honey?”

“Mhm, sweet honey, but honey sounds less dramatic.”

He laughs, his head is spinning and he’s so enamored with you. “Okay, I like that, but can I ask one more question before I agree to helping you?”

You roll your eyes but nod, secretly enjoying this moment with him. “Ask away.”

“Why honey? Not that I’m complaining, but…” Steve shrugs. “Not so creative.”

You gasp, “Are you saying you don’t accept my nickname for you?”

“No! I–” Steve frantically tries to correct what he’s said, but you grab his hand to calm him down.

“Relax, Steve. I was teasing,” you give his hand a squeeze, his fingers are strong against yours, and take a deep breath. The explanation is more intimate than you’d like, but he deserves to know. “Did you know that honey can be used to treat wounds?”

Steve shakes his head, silent as he listens.

“It’s a natural remedy, an unsuspecting cure, disguised as something only sweet.” You’re suddenly shy again, but you offer Steve more of yourself because you can; because he’s here, all warmth and love and summer. He’s healed wounds within you that you hadn’t known existed until you noticed their scars fading—cuts that have littered your skin from abandonment, guilt, and love. “When I was young, my dad would take me to this local farm on my birthday every summer and he would buy me honey. We’d use it to make sweet tea.”

You pause, the memory practically on your tongue as you remember the taste of the local farmer’s honey and how it would drizzle, slow and smooth, into your sweet tea. You remember your father’s laugh, how he would boast to the entire town that his sweet tea could win awards. “I never really liked tea, but my dad’s sweet tea was amazing.”

The honey had been his secret ingredient.

Steve is quiet after you’ve finished your story. He takes his time responding, he allows the story you’ve told to sink in, he rolls it around in his head, memorizes its details. He knows that you don’t like talking about your father, and the fact that you’ve shared a happy memory about him with Steve…

“Thank you,” he says. There’s a weight behind his thanks, he knows he will never be able to put into words how much this means to him. He tries, though, and pours every truth that he can into his words, “I love the nickname.”

The two of you begin unpacking the new shipment of books after that, working silently side by side.

It’s a lovely summer day within Bookstrordinary, even though it’s the middle of winter in Hawkins.

–

This Christmas Eve, you have your entire kitchen on lockdown. No one is allowed to come in, all food and drinks have been thrown onto the dining room table for others to use. Your hair is tied up, your apron is on, and you’ve banished Dustin from even looking at you.

“This is excessive, even for you.” Dustin scoffs from the living room, annoyed that he can’t even sit at the counter and watch.

You’ve just preheated the oven and are now whisking your dry ingredients together for Mike’s favorite brownies. There’s a rack of Will’s oatmeal raisin cookies on the counter cooling off, alongside Mrs. Wheeler’s sugar cookies she loves. “You lost your baking privileges when you mixed up the salt and sugar last year. Those gingerbread cookies were awful.”

“They’re both white! How was I supposed to know?”

“Stop talking and leave,” you point towards the living room with your whisk and some powder flies out of the bowl in the process.

Dustin tries to argue, but then the doorbell rings and he immediately breaks out into a shit eating grin. “Perfect timing.”

“What–” You try to question what your brother is up to, but he’s already run to answer the door. Sighing, you slowly mix in your wet ingredients and mumble to yourself, “I hate him. I really do.”

“Who do we hate?” Steve slides into the kitchen, not a care in the world, and slides right into Jonathan’s peanut butter cups. “Shit!”

“Steve!” You quickly catch the desserts, barely able to hold onto the bowl of brownie batter in your hands. Once the crisis is averted, you turn to Steve and begin hitting him with your batter covered whisk, effectively ruining his sweater. “What are you doing here?”

“I invited him!” Dustin now slides into the kitchen as well, a gleeful look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Steve looks down at the batter he’s covered in and scraps some off with his finger before bringing it to his mouth. He hums, nods appreciatively, and smacks his lips. “Ya know, why haven’t I had this before?”

“The brownies are for Mike.” Dustin says, sneakily popping a peanut butter cup into his mouth.

“Wheeler should share, this batter is delicious.” Steve licks some more off of his sweater and you and Dustin cringe at him. When he sees this, he simply shrugs at you both. “What? My sweater is clean.”

You shake your head at the teen in disappointment. “Never thought I’d have to say this, but please stop licking your sweater, Steve.”

He puts his hands up in surrender, albeit with a slight scoff. “Sue a man for not wasting food.”

You blow a piece of hair out of your face and go back to the batter. “Again I ask: what are you doing here?”

“Like the kid said, he invited me.” Steve points to Dustin, who sends you a thumbs up. “Didn’t know I’d be walking into a war zone, though.”

“It’s Christmas Eve,” you say, as if this is all the explanation he needs. When Steve only tilts his head at you in confusion, you huff and put down your bowl so you can quickly explain. “I bake everyone their favorite desserts for Christmas, and normally it’s fine. However, now I have Max, Nancy, Hopper, and El to add to my baking list and I…”

You stumble, now suddenly feeling the effects of baking all day catching up to you. You’re slightly woozy, you can’t remember if you had lunch today. “I’m doing great, honestly.”

“She’s going insane.” Dustin loudly whispers to Steve, his fingers circling around his head in a “crazy” motion.

Steve ignores the boy and stands next to you, placing a hand to the small of your back and leans over your shoulder, allowing you to lean back against him. It’s a simple gesture, and you melt immediately against him. “Give me a bowl and recipe, angel. I’ll help you bake.”

You reluctantly move away from Steve and quickly find a piece of paper and a pen to scribble the recipe for Nancy’s chocolate chip cookies. It’s an easy enough recipe, you trust that Steve can handle the basics.

As you hand the recipe to him, Dustin’s jaw drops. “What, no fair! Why can’t I help bake?”

“Salt and sugar, Dustin. Salt and sugar.”

Steve gathers the ingredients he needs. “Do you have a spare apron?”

“I mean, sure,” you show him where one hangs next to the doorway. “But you’re already covered in brownie batter, so I’m not sure why you need one now.”

“Wanna match with you,” Steve quickly ties the strings around his waist, the apron is far too small on him and it makes you giggle.

Dustin, now very much third wheeling, throws his hands up in the air and marches out of the room. “You two are disgusting, ya know that?”

“Love you too!” You call after the boy, who responds by marching even louder towards his room.

With your brother gone and with Steve’s help, you manage to get through the rest of your baking list in no time. While you hadn’t expected Steve to necessarily fail in the kitchen, you were also pleasantly surprised by how comfortable he seemed to be while helping you bake.

“How’d you get so good at measuring sugar?”

Steve doesn’t look up from his measuring cup, too focused on the task at hand as he carefully counts out how many cups he will need. “My mom.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, not having expected the answer. He never really brought his parents up, something that you’ve noticed but never touched on with him. You figured it was like your father, never wanting to talk about someone who has hurt you.

Hesitantly, you try to learn more. “Does she bake with you a lot?”

“She used to,” Steve counts his third cup and mixes it into the bowl, now working on Max’s coconut bites. “Back when I was little, we used to bake her banana bread together all the time.”

His voice is light, the conversation isn’t a painful one for Steve, so you decide it’s safe to press further. “Well, if you can remember the recipe, I’m sure we can bake it today.”

Steve looks up at you, eyes wide. “You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it, dummy.” The way he’s looking at you with such genuine enthusiasm makes your heart hurt; he’s surprised you’ve offered him kindness. “I was going to bake you those caramel banana cookies, so I have some ripe bananas anyways–”

You’re cut off by Steve’s arms wrapping around you. He holds you tight, and he smells of sugar and cinnamon; it’s an addicting scent. “Thank you,” he breathes out, touched that you would do such a thing for him, and you tighten around him, happy that you’re able to give him this.

Later that night, when you walk Steve to his car after a long day of baking, he opens his passenger side door and grabs something from the seat. You watch him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“You think I came all the way here on Christmas Eve without a gift for you?” Steve teases, a smirk on his face as he hides something behind his arms.

You gasp, “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“Dustin called, I answered, and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to surprise you,” he shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. “Plus, I got homemade banana bread out of it, so shush and close your eyes.”

“Fine, but only because I have your gift waiting in my room. The second we’re done here, I’m running inside and bragging about my impeccable gift giving abilities.”

Steve chuckles fondly, knowing that whatever you will give him will ultimately be his favorite gift he’s ever received. “Okay, moron. Close your eyes.”

With a giggle, you close your eyes and eagerly await whatever you’re about to be given. Steve’s gift from last year, a signed poster of the original Spider-Man comic, now hangs on your bedroom wall. You love it dearly, every time you look at it, you smile.

Something soft is placed within your hands. Its texture is woolen, the material is heavy yet lightweight, and while you can’t figure out exactly what it is, you can’t help but notice how expensive it feels. “Okay, open your eyes.”

You do, and when you see what Steve has given you, you gasp. “Oh, it’s beautiful!”

Within your hands is a cardigan. The wool it has been knitted with is a lovely cream color, and you bring the clothing closer to admire all the wonderful details within the knit pattern. With small pieces of wool, hints of baby blues and pinks weave in and out of the cream. Along the front are buttons made from a beautiful dark wood, polished to perfection.

Steve lets out a nervous chuckle and stuffs his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, well. Figured I owed you a new cardigan after basically tearing apart your old one.”

“I was bleeding out, Steve.” Your finger traces over a button, its wood is cool to the touch and so smooth that you can hardly believe it’s real. “If you hadn’t torn my favorite cardigan to stop the bleeding, I wouldn’t be alive today to call you an idiot for even considering I would be mad about that–”

As you admire one of the sleeves, your finger catches on something. Turning the clothing around, you see, within the inside of the sleeve, a messily sewn on patch. The stitches are crooked and horribly uneven, clearly done by someone unskinned with a needle. “What’s this?”

Steve clears his throat, uncharacteristically flustered. “Just… Something I added.”

The patch is small, no bigger than an inch or so, with messy handwriting on it that has become familiar to you through long hours at Bookstrordinary helping you write down all the orders needed for shipments.

S.H.

Steve must mistake your stunned silence for disgust, because he quickly tries to take the cardigan away from you in embarrassment. “Fuck, you–you think it’s weird and you hate it and I went too far–”

He had wanted to give you a piece of himself somehow.

His panicked rambling is cut off by your entire body being thrown against his. Suddenly he has an armful of you, flushed against him in the December chill, and Steve’s heartbeat threatens to beat out of his chest. He has you right where he wants you, in his arms with your perfume swirling around his brain as he buries his face into your hair.

Everything calms within him, all the panic and insecurity he had just been feeling is now gone.

“It’s perfect,” you whisper, not even bothering to hide the fact that you’re now crying. No one has ever made something for you, and the hand sewn patch that now resides on your beautiful cardigan makes everything within you burn.

Steve’s fingers slowly make their way to your hair and he risks pressing a kiss atop of your head. He relishes in the way his lips feel against your hair, how it feels like he’s done this all his life. “You really like it?”

“I love it.” You pull your head from his chest and catch his eye. They shine when they look at you, and you can’t help but think about how similar they look compared to last summer. Last July Steve had looked at you like he’d fall to his knees for you and kiss every crevice of your skin if you’d asked him to, and you had run away, terrified of the feelings you weren’t ready to face.

Now, as Steve stares down at you still as if you’re holding the sun within your hands, all you can think is home.

Home.

What a fascinating concept, being able to find a home within someone’s arms.

And it’s a fall like no other.

“I’m glad you love it,” Steve is breathless, both relieved and in awe that he’s done something to render you this speechless, that he has this effect on you.

Neither of you know how long you stand there wrapped in each other, but eventually you force yourself to detangle from the boy. When Steve groans at the loss of your touch, you gently shove him away with a smile. “I still owe you a gift, dummy.”

He thinks about this for a moment, hums to himself and taps his finger against his chin. You giggle, which is all he wanted to make you do, and finally he seems to come to a decision. “Fine, I will allow this because I wanna know what you got me.”

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” You flick Steve’s nose and begin walking towards your house. “I’ll be back in a second!”

Steve watches as you run back inside, the cardigan he has gifted you is clutched tightly to your chest, and he knows he’s falling as well. He can feel it, the slight tug within his chest that expands into a warmth that steadily beats alongside his heart.

As you promised, you’re back with a small box wrapped in a simple blue paper within no time. Only this time, you’re now wearing the cardigan and Steve’s heart skips a beat when he sees you.

You’re practically skipping as you return to his side, stupidly excited for Steve to see what you’ve gotten for him; you all but shove the gift into his hands. “Open it!”

He can’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm, though his heartbeat still hasn’t quite settled yet. “So bossy.”

You ignore Steve’s teasing and instead watch the look on his face as he unwraps the box and opens its lid. Within the box, tucked delicately between sheets of tissue paper, is a framed photo of Steve and Dustin.

A mix of emotions cross Steve’s face, from shock to curiosity to pure adoration. His lips part slightly, a slight gasp escapes him. “Y/N…”

You’re beaming, though you shrug as if it’s just another Monday for you. The photo is your favorite, taken the other day while they worked on a robot set that Steve had brought over. “Jonathan left his camera at my place a few weeks ago, and you and Dustin looked incredibly sweet working together, so… I snuck a picture while you two were busy bickering over drill bit sizes.”

In the picture, Dustin’s hands are gesturing wildly at Steve, his eyes manic, yet there’s a genuine smile on both of their faces despite the clear indications that they’re arguing. Tools are scattered around them and a poor, misshapen robot lays discarded on the table in front of them, long forgotten in the midst of their argument.

It’s the perfect photo, honestly.

Steve lets out a wet chuckle, his eyes are shining with fondness. “That kid is such a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, but you can’t help but love him anyway.” You nudge him, drawing his attention back to you. “It’s not often I see Dustin befriend someone so quickly, ya know.”

Steve ducks his head down, flushed from what you’re implying. “Yeah, well. He’s a good kid.”

“He is.” You stand on your tiptoes and press your lips against his cheek, before whispering into his ear, “and so are you.”

You feel Steve shiver, and he grips at your waist so that you can’t back away again. He pauses for a moment, allows your words to sink in and your kiss to seep throughout his body. There’s more he wants to say, his lips practically beg to be drawn to yours, but he takes a deep breath and says what he knows he can give you. “Merry Christmas, angel.”

“Merry Christmas, honey.” Your lips graze Steve’s ear and he shivers again. This, he knows, is where he was always meant to be.

–

Spring comes, and Steve doesn’t get into any of the colleges he applied for.

It’s a hard blow, and the months you’ve spent trying to rebuild his confidence comes crashing down within seconds.

Steve draws into himself, you don’t see him at school for a few days and he doesn’t stop by your work. He’s embarrassed, hiding from his shame of not being good enough to even get into Tech. He’s everything his father told him he’d be. A failure, an embarrassment to the Harrington name.

You give Steve a few days to himself, trusting that he’ll come back when he’s ready; you know how deeply he carries the weight of his father’s expectations. However, when almost a week goes by without any word from the teen, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Which leads you to now: knocking on Steve’s door with platters of fresh baked goods, Mike and the others holding their own assortment of snacks and movies for tonight.

It took a lot of bargaining and multiple batches of brownies, but in the end you convinced Dustin and the others to surprise Steve with a movie night at his house. You knew his parents would be out of town this week, they’re hardly ever home anyways.

After a few swift knocks, you don’t have to wait long before Steve opens the door. He looks tired, his hair is a mess and he’s wearing the ratty sweatpants that you absolutely hate on him. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days, and when he sees who is behind his door, he frowns. “Why are you all holding snacks?”

“Well, hello to you too, buddy.” Dustin is the first to enter, shoving past Steve without a care in the world. He looks around and whistles, impressed with the house. “Y/N said you were rich, but damn.”

“Is that a pool?” Lucas makes his way in as well, Max loosely holding his hand as she follows.

El looks up at you. “What is a pool?”

“Mike,” you call for the boy to get his attention. When he turns to you, brownie shoved in his mouth, you point towards El. “Can you explain to her what a pool is while I talk to Steve?”

Mike salutes you and grabs El’s hand, yanking her inside so that you’re left alone with the teen. As soon as they’re gone, Steve lets out an exasperated sigh. “What is this, Y/N?”

“Mandatory movie night!” You exclaim, hoping that your fake enthusiasm will be enough to rub off on him as well. You really, really hope that this plan works.

Steve sighs again, his heart isn’t in it to play along. “Y/N…”

“You’ve missed an entire week of school and Bookstrordinary misses its most loyal customer.” You’re basically pleading now, scared that Steve will turn you and everyone else away. “I just… I miss you and I know you enjoy the kids, even if you try to deny it, and I want you to just spend this one night with us. No worrying about the future, no family drama, just me, you, and the kids as we watch horrible scary movies and eat an unhealthy amount of sugar, okay?”

“But–”

“No, you’re not allowed to argue with me.” Steve stares at you, baffled, but you simply barge past him and enter the home as well. “We’re going to have fun tonight, damn it.”

He watches as you walk inside and start ordering the kids around. Within no time, you’ve arranged a neat row of cookies and brownies and chips and dinosaur nuggets on his dining room table while the kids start making a fort in the living room.

Steve sighs, knowing he’s long lost this battle with you, and joins you to help with grabbing more blankets and pillows for the fort.

One part of the deal for a movie night at Steve’s was allowing all the kids to pick their own movie to watch. You’d been very hesitant to say yes to this, but ultimately Mike’s nagging won in the end. His movie choice goes first, and within the first fifteen minutes of it, a fort has been made and the kids quickly settle within it, a mess of sheets and pillows and blankets.

You’re on the couch, lazily stretched out, knowing that there’s no room for you in the fort with the others. You don’t mind, you honestly prefer having the couch to yourself, and you only further come to enjoy this when Steve makes his way into the living room and looks around.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” He asks, slightly offended that he doesn’t get to share the fort.

“Here,” you pat the couch, though you don’t bother to make any room for him. Your entire body rests on the couch, there isn’t enough space for him to sit comfortably on the edge.

Steve bites his lip. He wants, more than anything, to lay on top of you and melt into your body, but he just isn’t sure what boundaries have been placed between the two of you. When you notice his misplaced hesitation, you simply sigh and tug at his legs, causing him to fall on top of you. “Shit–”

He collapses onto you and your body braces for his impact, the weight of him foreign yet welcome. He’s wearing the cologne you love and you reach for his shirt to tug him closer so that he’s now properly laying on you. You sigh happily, wrapping your arms around Steve. “See, was that so hard?”

“If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just asked.” Steve grumbles, but he situates himself so that he’s laying more comfortably on you and scoops you into his own arms as well. He rests his head against your chest and your fingers find their way into his hair, as they always seem to do.

Steve closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy your touch, for once not caring that the kids are just below the two of you in their fort. Normally he’s more reserved around you when they’re near, especially Dustin.

That kid never lets Steve catch a break when it comes to you.

But he’s exhausted and has spent the last week either crying or pretending that he’s someone he isn’t, so Steve indulges in your warmth and relishes in the way your fingers seem to unconsciously draw small circles on his back; he’s so fucking grateful that you exist.

You’re always there to catch him, to remind him of who he can be despite his continuous flaws.

The surprise movie night ends up being everything Steve needs. He laughs at Mike’s horrible jokes, shows El how to use the VHR, he argues with Max about whether peanut butter belongs with chocolate, Dustin throws popcorn at you when you kiss Steve’s cheek, and Lucas even asks him about basketball and if he has any advice for him once he gets to high school.

It’s the most fun Steve has had in a while, and he realizes why you spend so much time with these kids. They’re everything, really. Smart and fucking hilarious and easy to be around. They’re honest with him, they tell him he’s an idiot for not getting into college while in the same breath debating with him about if college is even worth it.

Plus, you litter Steve’s face with more kisses than usual tonight, which only brightens his mood further. You’ve been more affectionate with him lately, holding his hand more often and pressing your lips wherever you can. It’s as if he’s found some key, unlocking all the love you’ve stored within you.

Steve isn’t an idiot, he knows there’s more to it, so do you. However, rather than acknowledge it, you both choose to simply bask in it. It’s not time yet, bringing this into the light. It’s delicate, still forming into something that Steve is sure will be incredible.

For now, he allows his lips to skim across your face while the kids aren’t looking. They’ve been dying to do this ever since he’s known you, and the giggle you let out is more than enough for him.

–

Spring turns to summer and before Steve knows it, he’s graduating.

He rolls over in bed and stares at the ceiling. The Harrington household is quiet. His parents have gone on yet another business trip, his father had scoffed when Steve had asked if they’d be back in time for his ceremony.

“Why should we attend if you’re not going to do anything with that diploma?”

“Right,” Steve had scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed that he had even thought to ask his father to come. “I’m sorry.”

His mother, who had been quiet as they spoke, only stepped forward once her husband had left the room. She brought a hand to his face and tentatively stroked his cheek with her finger. “I’m proud of you, my beautiful boy.”

Steve had smiled at her, knowing that she meant well and yet heartbroken that she couldn’t voice this in front of his father. She smiled sadly at him, as if she sensed what he had been thinking, before following after her husband. As she always does.

The doorbell rings, effectively breaking Steve out of his momentary self pity. He looks at his alarm clock and frowns. It’s early in the morning, he doesn’t know who could be at the door at such an hour.

Sighing, he gets out of bed and makes his way downstairs angry at the world. He’s tired of growing up, his parents suck, he’s almost definitely skipping his graduation ceremony, and now he has to get out of bed to go answer the door.

He opens the door and when he sees that it’s you, his mood drastically improves. You’re dressed in a pretty lavender sundress, a departure from your usual t-shirts and shorts that Steve has come to associate as your summer uniform. By the time he manages to take his eyes off of you, he realizes too late that you’re holding flowers and shoving your way into his home.

“Ready to graduate?” You ask, carefully setting the flowers down on his kitchen table. “You can’t skip it if I’m here, ya know.”

Steve groans. “How did you even know I was going to skip?”

“Because you’re predictable and I enjoy making you do what’s best for you.” You’ve grabbed his hand and are dragging him towards his room. “Now, go find something nice to wear while I put your flowers in a vase.”

“But–”

You don’t give Steve any time to argue as you’ve already left the room to go and take care of the flowers. He lets out another groan, he knows he can’t argue his way out of this one. You’ve dressed up for a graduation, bought Steve flowers, and now he has to put on some stupid outfit to make a smile cross your pretty little face.

He settles on a simple white button down shirt and a pair of nice dress pants, and you return to his room as he’s struggling with the buttons. When you see him, you laugh with affection and walk over to him. “Here, let me see.”

Steve lets you button his shirt, your breath is warm against his chest as your fingers quickly secure the buttons into the place. He admires the cute frown on your face as you concentrate, and he allows his hands to come up to yours and slots your fingers together. You’re taken aback by the sudden affection.

“What are you doing?” You ask, a familiar blush on your face from his touch. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to this.

“Nonthin’.” Steve says, though he lets go of one of your hands and places it on the small of your back as he always does. He uses the hand to push you closer and the other hand remains intertwined with yours. He stares down at you, he’s close enough to count every eyelash that dots along your pretty eyes. “Just admiring you.”

“Is this some ploy to distract me from your graduation?” Though you try to tease him, you’re weak and let out a soft sigh when Steve pulls you even closer, feeling his body against yours. He’s allowed himself to become bolder with you, and as if to prove this, he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses your brow. You exhale with a shaky breath, your resolve dwindles. “Honey…”

Steve chuckles at your reaction, revels in it. He hopes to one day memorize all the ways he can make you sigh his name and shiver against him. For now, however, he pulls away and finishes getting dressed. “I know, I know. Graduation time.”

The perfectly aimed sandal that you throw at him is enough to solidify to Steve that he is, truly, happy.

–

Dustin is the first one Steve sees in the bleachers, then Mike, and then El, before he realizes that the entire party has managed to make it to his graduation ceremony.

“You invited them?” He turns to you, somehow surprised that you would do such a simple and lovely thing.

“Of course I did.” You kiss his cheek and quickly fix his hair as you adjust his graduation cap. You’ve been fretting over his appearance ever since you left his house, and he hates how giddy he feels whenever you dote on him. “Now, go find your seat and don’t trip on the stage!”

You’re gone in a flash, leaving Steve alone as you go and join the kids in the bleachers with all the other friends and family in attendance. The school’s gym is packed, everyone has someone there for them to see them walk across the stage, and though Steve’s actual family isn’t here, he has you and the kids in the stands cheering for him.

Steve decides, then, that you and the kids are his true family.

The ceremony is long and boring, and Steve spends the entire time sneaking glances at you.

You’re attentive, nodding along to all the boring speeches made by teachers and clapping for every student’s name that is called. He sees you breakup a fight between Mike and Max over something, he guesses it’s probably something dumb, and he laughs when you switch seats with Max in the end.

As he watches you, Steve feels what he felt the first day he ever spoke to you when you almost hit his car with your bike. When he’d gotten out of his car and found you laying in the ditch, he felt what he feels now: a slow, all encompassing wave of sunlight.

He felt it when he drove you home the following week and you’d told him he wasn’t a bad person, and he felt it again when you’d spared him kindness at Jonathan’s while fighting the Demogorgon. Then, in front of the hospital’s vending machine, the sunlight turned into a fireplace within his chest when you’d giggled and told him you were friends.

Since then, the fire has only burned deeper within Steve. It burned when he’d gifted you that poster, when he had spent every day at your job just to be near you. It had burned Steve when you’d left him that summer, the sting of it unbearable as it seared his skin. Then it had dimmed, abandoned, until you came back again and reignited it once more.

When you whispered confessions to Steve in the dark, he felt it then. When you sacrificed your life to save his, leaving a scar on your rib cage that Steve can feel whenever he hugs you, he felt it then as well. The fire was there when you leaned against him, accepted the help he has always tried to provide for you, when he gave you a piggyback ride back inside Jonathan’s and tucked you into bed.

It all comes back to Steve in flashes.

Your promise to him to wait, to stay even though he couldn’t give you what you deserved, what you needed. The gentleness of your promise and the framed photo of him and Dustin that now sits proudly on his bedside table. The surprise movie nights, how you call him “honey” and he calls you “angel”.

It’s always been there.

The warmth had started back before Steve even knew what warmth was, when he first saw you. He had been thirteen and you had been twelve.

Now, at almost seventeen and eighteen, you’re cheering for Steve’s name as it’s called upon the stage and he finally knows what this feeling is. Steve accepts his diploma and shakes hands with his principal and he swears he can hear your voice, screaming his name with pure joy, above everyone else’s; it’s as if his body is attuned to yours.

This, Steve knows, is love.

–

The school year ends and summer break begins.

There’s a new mall in Hawkins, one that’s big and flashy and opens just in time for summer vacation. Dustin spends entire days there with the party before he reluctantly leaves for Camp Know Where. You miss your brother dearly, but you know the camp is good for him.

When you find out that Jonathan and Nancy have become interns at the Hawkins Post, you scream and throw yourself into their arms, incredibly proud of them, yet you’re sad as well. You didn’t realize that you’d be spending your last summer before senior year apart from your best friend, though you know he’s always dreamed of showcasing his photography.

It’s bittersweet, but when Steve gets a job at the new mall, the free ice cream that you get makes up for it.

Plus, his uniform for Scoops Ahoy doesn’t hurt.

“You’re not allowed to laugh.” Steve threatens you, horribly self conscious with how short his shorts are. You made him promise to show you the uniform, but now he’s seriously regretting it as you bite your lip; he sees the laugh before it comes. “I mean it! No laughing, it’s already bad enough that I have to work–”

He’s cut off by your loud, smug laugh. It overtakes your entire body as you hunch over, gasping for breath as you wheeze out, “You look great!”

Steve hides behind the ice cream counter, absolutely mortified. Here he is, being laughed at by the girl he’s so fucking in love with, as he wears a stupid sailor hat and a god damn ascot.

In between your laughs, you see the despair on Steve’s face and you try to calm down. “Okay, I’m sorry,” you wipe tears from your eyes, still slightly giggling. “It’s just… You look so adorable in that uniform!”

Immediately Steve straightens his back and crosses his arms, trying to look more dignified. “One, never call a man adorable. That’s just offensive. Two, I will not get out from behind this counter until you stop giggling at me.”

“Who are we giggling at?” An unfamiliar girl now appears, wearing the exact same uniform that Steve is, and when she sees you standing in front of the teen, she raises her eyebrows in disbelief. “Henderson with Harrington?”

She knows your name, and you quickly wrack your head to try and figure out why she looks so familiar. At the very least, you know she has to be a grade below you, though you can’t quite place her, which you feel bad about. She looks kind.

“Yes, Henderson with Harrington.” You extend your hand out for the girl to shake. “I’m Y/N, though I guess you already knew that.”

“Robin Buckley,” she accepts your handshake, giving you an interested smile. She already seems to like you, which you’re relieved by.

Steve watches this interaction with pure dread. He had met Robin a few days ago during his interview for the job, and she’s made his life a living hell of torment and teasing ever since. Now, with you two meeting, he knows that you’ll only add onto Robin’s incredibly quick wit. “Oh, please don’t become friends.”

“Too late.” You wink at Robin. “Wanna check out this insanely large mall together?”

Robin gasps. “It’d be my pleasure.” She hops over the counter, completely bypassing the door that lets you out, and loops her arm through yours. “Later, dingus!”

“Bye, Steve!”

He stands there, defeated, as you and Robin giggle together while you leave. It only took thirty seconds before you abandoned him like some traitor. Sighing, he picks up a rag and starts wiping down the tables in the ice cream shop.

From the corner of his eye he can see you and Robin running around the mall. You’re giggling as you chase after the girl, your hair is tied in a loose ponytail and one of the straps on your overalls has slid down your arm. You look happy, bright and alive, far from the girl Steve remembers from last winter.

It takes Steve’s breath away.

Then, as if you can sense his eyes on you, you turn. Your eyes connect, your cheeks are flushed from running and you’re breathless as you smile at him. Steve returns your smile, winks, and he can almost hear your giggle.

You finally look away, going back to chasing after Robin as the two of you retreat further into the mall, and as your figure fades in the distance, there’s only one thing on Steve’s mind.

I can’t wait to make her mine.

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[oh-meretseger]

part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your  tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He  thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

[elizabebabe]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ೀ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: you're scouted for love island and you and your manager think of it as a business opportunity but what happens when you actually want to find love?, you're in for the summer of your life.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 7

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: use of y/n, kissing.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.3k!

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬: remind me to never write anything this long again, no i had fun lmao even when i was tweaking. 😭

you’re manicured hands coaxed through soft and fluffy strands as a light from above beamed into your eyes, a gentle yet slightly calloused hand went over your eyes almost to protect them.

“morning!” cade jumped from the bed he was previously knocked out in.

“we’ve been here for a week!” abby quickly follows behind, earning a smile from you that quickly fades when you remember yesterday. it was a lot for you, you had been overwhelmed by a ton of emotions but that weight-lifting conversation lingered in your mind.

you just hoped he would stay true to his words that softly echoed in your ears last night.

“it’s gonna’ be okay, we’ll take things slow…okay?”

“you okay?” chris questions noticing your zoned out expression. 

he earned a subtle nod from you as you still hadn’t fully woken up, you picked yourself off his chest and rolled over to your bedside, the mic you scattered still layed on the floor, you placed it round’ your neck in a swift motion even grabbing the water off your side table and taking a quick sip, romeo was missing from the messy bed beside you, your head peeped out noticing he was thrown on the bed with leah and aidan.

leah was the first to get up well after she escaped romeos clutches, kaia quickly followed behind her, chris stretched his arm out and hesitantly placed it round your shoulders, you gave him a smile from the touch making him feel allowed to warm into the cuddle, he gave you a tight squeeze before loosening up and swinging his arm back to his lap as more islanders left the room, clair and abby walked down the strip beside each other.

“y/n”. clair commented as they stopped at the foot of your shared bed.

“get your ass up!” abby chimed in, having you giggle and look at chris before standing up and catching up to their quickened pace.

you all climbed the stairs that were moments away from the bedroom. you attempted to follow the girls to the vanities tucked in the makeup room but were interrupted by a beckon to the beach hut, your groggy attitude made for a slow walk and a gentle sit in front of a bright, warm light ahead of you.

“how was your sleep?” 

the questions start hastily, “good, had good sleep.” you yawn, a hand clutched around your water bottle you brung up the stairs, you fidgeted with it as well as the boxy t-shirt you put on the night before.

“how do you feel about your current couple?”

you slightly smile, “i’m cautious, i definitely ... .self-sabotage in situations like this…so.” you take a heavy breath before continuing.

“i’m trying to stay open-minded and not…mess it up?” you question, the grip you have on your t-shirt getting tighter as you speak.

“are there any other guys you might want to talk to?” 

you quickly shake your head, an obvious “no” exuding from the action.

“do you think chris might want to talk to anyone else?” the questions were one after the other, never really giving you a second to breathe, this particular question hit you quite hard though.

you shrug, “i don’t know.” you say softly, bringing the bottle still tucked in your palms nozzle to your lips, being something to chew on as the scrunching of your shirt wasn’t enough.

“i hope not.” your lips twist into a slight pout.

“all done.” the deep voice comments, bring their attention away from you and to the index cards and sticky notes in front of them.

you huffed as you stood up, taking a swift sip of water before opening the closed door, standing outside was clair, she warmly smiled at you before you both swapped positions, you couldn’t help noticing her soft coco aroma as she walked past you and into the beach hut.

you walked to the bathroom, noticing leah behind the foggy glass door, you placed your bottle down and picked up the toothbrush you left by the sink that was sat next to a few others cluttering the space, you placed a slab of toothpaste onto the brush and slided it on your teeth, going in slow circular motions.

rain like sound from the shower behind you was a background noise for the time being, when it stopped you closed your eyes as you continued brushing, sure you were all grown women but you didn’t want to invade her privacy especially since the mirror you were in front of faced the now empty shower, you heard a few rustling sounds behind you as you brushed to the back of your throat a few light gags slides from your soft lips but you resume briskly afterwards.

“thanks.” leah thanked you, making the corners of your mouth lift.

“you can open them now.” she continued, your eyes fluttered open, your attention was brought to the white towel wrapped around her torso, she hiked out walking on her tippy toes as the bottom of her feet left wet marks on the tile beneath you she was presumably heading to the dressing room as you saw her turn to the right.

you took your time, watching a few of the guys walk between their dressing room and the bathroom you occupied, two showers adorned the room, guys on the left hand side and the girls on the right, a few of the guys hopped in, having a good scrub before swiftly wrapping something onto themselves, while the others washed their faces or took a brush to their teeth, chris had walked back up the stairs from being called to the beach hut, only been able to take a quick shower before hand, he walked next to you as you were now washing your face, scrubbing any existing pores away.

“hi” he smiled cheerfully.

“hi” you replied, you felt  a shy smile creeping up on you.

you observed his movements, the way he grabbed his toothbrush that was laid right next to yours.

“you ‘mkay?” he asked, he must’ve noticed your slight ogling. 

“mhm” you quickly nodded, bringing the face cloth in your hands down your face a final time, “gonna shower now.” you say in an attempt to break the ‘awkward’ “silence”, truthfully it wasn’t silent, there was laughing, giggles and conversations coming from each dressing room but sometimes when you two talked it felt like you were the only ones around, you slowly backed up, your back colliding with the empty shower door.

he gave you a curious look as he watched you then continued brushing his teeth in harsh manners which reminded you of the night he first arrived. you opened the door in-front of you and stepped in, closing it behind you then pulling the t-shirt that poured on your body and hung just above your knees over your head, revealing a black bralette that flexed against your skin, you kept the shirt tucked in your palm as you slid off your shorts that were hidden underneath.

you opened the glass door, throwing the clothes you previously wore outside of it, by the time you looked up you noticed chris looking at you through the mirror in front of him, his gaze quickly averted when you made eye contact though.

he spit into the sink, before wiping his mouth, placing the brush down and walking out of the bathroom at lightning speed, the roles had reversed, he was the one ogling at you and you were the one throwing around the confused glare.

you cheekily smiled before sliding the rest of your clothes off your body and washing up, thickly lathering soap on to yourself and thinking about what you wanted to wear today.

you scrubbed for a bit longer before stepping out and wrapping a towel around yourself, it’s not like anyone was gonna see you but you still felt a bit awkward especially when you remembered the cameras placed at every corner in the villa, by the time you were done all the guys had finished changing and headed downstairs, you assumed they went to make breakfast as that was now a tradition, you hoped anyway, you were hungry this morning.

your walk to the makeup room was hurried as you were behind the other girls, being the last one to have a shower. walking in you noticed the girls were pretty far into their routines you almost had memorized, you sat down at your empty seat next to clair, the girls greeted you when you walked in.

“y/n!!” abby exclaimed as she rubbed a bit of blush onto her skin, you smiled at her excitement as you began pulling things out of your cosmetic bag.

“how are you?” clair asks.

“good.”, “you?” you redirected the attention.

“clair’s in love” kaia teased as she brushed through her straight hair.

“am not.” she brushed off the statement.

it was always fun with the girls, whether it was abby’s energy, clair’s calm tone but feisty manner, kaia’s sarcastic but bright self and leah’s quiet snickers. you always had fun with them.

“aidan was telling me–” abby pasuses, her mouth stilling open as she applies mascara, leaving the rest of you in suspense, especially kaia.

“that.” she tsks, as a bit of mascara got on her eyelid.

“ohmygod, hurry up.” kaia hurried her, shocking abby as she dabbed her eyelid, you couldn’t hold your chuckle.

“damn, he told me he really likes you.” she looked to her right where kaia sat and relayed the good news.

you hold a smile listening to the conversation as you finish your light makeup that you knew would later soak into your skin due to fiji’s hot sun.

“good, i like him too.” the conversation continues, ”might give him a kiss tonight.” she says sing songy, awes are shared between you five but is interrupted by a voice seeping through the hall.

“everyone dressed?” you recognized cade’s loud voice chiming in.

“yes!”

“mhm”

leaves abby and kaia’s mouth, the boys walk in cups and plates in hands, you have a warm feeling in your belly when you notice chris holding the usual iced coffee, but the smile turns upside down when you see the lack of plate.

he places the cup next to you before reading your expression, “what’s wrong?” he softly questions when your face waves his attention.

“i’m hungry.” you pout while you pick up the iced drink, you earn a sarcastic smile.

“what would’ya like?” he lightly sighs at the request, you place the drink back down and playfully cross your arms, “hmm.” you carefully thought.

“maybe what you made last time?” you say cheerfully a smile plastering on your face, he nods a cozy smirk plastered on his.

the boys walked back out after their delivery, you all waited for the chatter to distance from the room you all sat in before continuing your convo.

“I love when they do that.” leah comments as she takes a sip from what seemed like tea.

“me too!” abby exclaims with a bit of food tucked inside her mouth.

the chatter and chewing continued as you zoned out, focusing on setting lotion into your skin as-well as sun protectant, making sure not to flash the girls around you as you still wore the white towel from the bathroom, you lightly pushed yourself off your stool and walked a few steps over to your closet, picking out a bright one-piece that was tucked between a few bikinis after stepping into it, you think, ‘this is good enough’.

you wandered in front of a mirror, adjusting yourself and making sure everything sat correctly, clicking the mic’s belt that you scurried off while changing around your waist.

“pretty.” clair commented, you walked towards her and bent down, squeezing around her chest, her arms folded and she was careful not to spill any of the powder from her palette she held in her palm, you gently squeezed her then pulled away.

“love you.” clair stated, you lightly cheered, “love you too” 

your attention was diverted when abby stood up which gave you the opportunity to examine the bikini she was wearing, it was a blush pink and worked well with her somewhat tan.

“wanna go out together?” she questioned towards you, earning a nod, before leaving you made sure to slip on the sandals that laid on the ground, your iced coffee that was a tad melted and grabbed your sunglasses that adorned your outfit.

abby put her hair up in a claw clip, then watched as you walked towards the door, patiently waiting. she grabbed her coffee off the vanity before strolling over to you, placing her hand out for you to grab, your fingers intertwined as you both left the room and walked down the steps.

“you’ve gotta let me borrow this lotion.” you comment taking a note on the softness of her hands, but also making sure not to trip over a step.

“anytime!” she says with a thrill.

the brown doors to the yard were open and you could hear the boys chatter from a mile away, the sun's bright light and heat hit both of you immediately and it made you glad you wore sunglasses and had a cold drink, abby on the other hand was a squinting mess, the boys cheered when they first saw you both, abby quickly walks over to cade, unlinking your hands and throwing them over cade’s shoulders, you think she spilled a little bit of coffee on his back from the sudden motions.

“just in time.” chris says joyfully as he walks towards you with two plates, you softly jump up and down, almost spilling a drop or two of your drink.

“c’mon.” he nods his head towards the table you sat at last time, you strided in front of him and to the table, he delicately placed the plates down, handing you something wrapped in a napkin from his pocket, you opened it and disclosed a fork.

“short fork, yum.” you comment playfully as you sit down in front of the plate of bacon and eggs, he takes a second folded napkin out the same pocket, a slight smirk appears on his face from your “dig”.

you fork at the eggs in front of you as chris sits across the table, taking a few sips from your refreshing coffee. 

“good?” he asks with a mouthful.

after a few seconds of chewing you respond, “mhm, you’re a decent cook.” you compliment which makes him smile,

there's a bit of silence from you both for a second the noises around you only consisting of islanders in the kitchen and chewing from your mouths.

“do you miss your family?” you decided to ask as it’s now been a week in the villa, it felt like it flew by and you have been enjoying the fiji sun but at the same time you couldn’t stop thinking about your family, rhia, your job and your hobbies like reading and sketching, which you guess was apart of your job…

he took a while to answer, seeming like he wanted to be mindful of talking while shoveling food into his mouth, even the way he ate seemed to have an effect on you, “yeah, alot.”.

“i can’t imagine.” you reply, then hook your lips around the straw sticking out from the icy cup.

“because you have no siblings?” he asks, finishing your sentence, poking at his meal, you nod at him flattered that he continues to remember things you quickly mentioned to him.

he shrugs, “i mean— it’s weird, i miss them, like a lot-” he continues, “but sometimes–” he pauses in between his words, taking bites, swallowing, “sometimes, you remind me of them.” he says it nonchalantly as if it wasn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever said to you, his brothers, that he’s been attached to the hip to for twenty years?, you remind him of them?, the comment leaves you flustered, those warm feelings resurfacing in your belly.

“so, that makes it better.” he adds, smiling up at you.

“tha–that’s so sweet.” you say softly.

 ….

“miami?” he raises his eyebrow at you, changing the topic.

“hm?” a hum leaves your mouth while bacon and the conversation before-hand occupies your mind and lips.

“you live in miami?”

“when i was younger, i moved to new york, remember?” you quiz him, finishing up your last piece of breakfast.

“shit yeah, you like it there?” he lifts his cap from his hair, coursing his fingers through the curls before placing it back on, you reply with a nod as your lips were once again occupied.

“it’s good for my job.” you continue after a bit of solid chewing, he grabs your now empty plate and stacks it on top of his, picking up the used utensils and stacking them as well, “you done with that?” he nods towards the no longer iced coffee with maybe a sip or two left. 

“yes.” you bob your head up and down which results in him stacking that as well, “thank you.” you thanked him before he stood from the stool across from you, you followed behind, picking yourself off the stool and going to the empty side of his body, looping your right arm around his waist and giving it a squeeze.

he just smiles at you, a sweet, warm and cheerful smile, you slither your arm off him to your dismay and he walks towards the kitchen.

you push your sunglasses off your face and hook it onto your swimsuit.

‘i should talk to abby.’

‘and clai–’

you were thinking to yourself before those thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your shoulder, it was cyrus which shocked you.

“hey.”

“hi.” you said awkwardly, putting your palm on the back of your head.

“wanna go for a chat?” your eyes slightly widened, “sure.” you stated.

“swing?” he scoffed under his breath, you nodded, the sun felt a bit hotter as you were unsure of the upcoming conversation, ‘why is he talking to me?’ you and cyrus had exchanged a few words, being that you lived in the same villa but after the whole kaia situation you decided to try and “avoid” chats with him, you just didn’t get the best impression of his character.

your ass collided with the steaming cushion, but it subsided once you got comfortable.

“what’s up?” you asked in an attempt to end the awkward tension as soon as possible.

“nothin’ how are ya?” 

your face twisted at the question, ‘what is going on?’

“what’s wrong?” he continued, noticing the obvious confusion written on your face.

“i’m just surprised?” he had a dumb smile on his face and not chris’s “dumb” smile like a bad dumb smile.

“surprised?” he smirked.

you looked around the garden, unsure if any one else is witnessing what's happening in front of you.

towards the pool, ‘clair, abby sunbathing, cade in the pool.’

the fire pit, ‘kaia, leah and aidan.’

then the kitchen, ‘robert, chris.’

a set of eyes you knew well peered towards you both seeming to add more tension to the conversation you were having, your eyes crawled back to cyrus’s face.

“why’d you pull me?” you cut to the chase, an uncomfortable smile painting your lips.

“well, obviously you're an attractive girl.” a pause ensues, “i wanna get to know you more.”

“why now?” you choked out.

“i mean a week in?” you continued in his silence.

“i think i had to be surrounded by you more, see you in more of a friend sense first, you know?”

you just nod, your eyes couldn’t help darting between cyrus and the kitchen.

“yeah, sure.”, he smiled at your response, “no pressure, lets just start pulling each other.”, you gave him another nod before timidly standing up and attempting to end the conversation faster.

“cmere.” he pulls your wrist towards him into a cuddle, you stick together from the light sweat on his chest, you slowly pull yourself back, readjusting yourself from all the sudden movements.

“talk to ya later.” you comment politely before walking ahead of him and to the sun loungers, ‘clair and abby.’ you needed to speak with them to clear your thoughts, they laid peacefully every once and a while spraying or lathering a bit of sun block on their skin, you poked at clair whos gaze was focused on cade swimming in the vast pool.

she looked up towards you with an eyebrow of hers raising, you nodded your head towards the doors in need of shade and girl chat. she immediately understood, picking up her coverup she had delicately placed onto the ground beside her then grabbing abby’s attention.

“cmon.” 

abby picked herself up and they both followed you inside, you all roped around the lounge finding a comfortable seat on the sofa.

“what happened?” concern lined abby’s voice.

“cyrus took me for a chat.” abby gasps but clair stays quiet intently listening to what you have to say next.

“i know…he told me he wants to get to know me more.” you continued, “doesn't he want leah?” clair asks.

“that’s what i was thinking!” abby exclaimed, you bobbed along.

“weird right?” they validate you with praise.

“mhm.”

“definitely.“

“i should tell chris right?” that was all you really cared about, at the end of the day you didn’t like cyrus how you liked chris, sure your brain is telling you ‘its early days and you should get to know other people’ but you can’t help how you feel, right?

clair and abby look at eachother, “i mean i didn’t like shut it down.” you rambled, “so i should tell him?”

clair nodded but abby shook her head, they quickly looked at eachother.

“it’s not important, it’s not like she likes him.” abby argued, she was able to tell how you really felt without you having to say it.

“i think you need to be respectful, think about the roles being reversed.” clair pulled one of her curls behind her ear when she paused, “you’d want him to tell you.”

“sorry, clair’s right.” clair smirked towards the blonde beside her as abby rolled her eyes, you placed your hands flat and pumped yourself off the sofa beneath you, “thank you.” you smiled, they reciprocated the warm face towards you as you strolled outside, they were close behind you as you scanned the garden for chris.

he was standing in the gym, tucked in a corner away from the fire pit, a few of the guys seemed to scurried their way over there as well as leah doing a few pull ups with romeo, you looked behind you for a bit of reassurance then took confident strides towards him, he seemed to be watching robert do a few reps.

“chris.” 

you quickly got his attention, “what’s up?”

“can i talk to you?” you reply, he nodded.

“later.” he nodded towards rob, ‘maybe he was spotting him?’

“do you go to the gym?” the question quickly arose as you both walked side by side to the nearby fire pit.

“nope, i'm just naturally buff.” he pulled his arms up to a flex which made you giggle.

you felt like you’ve been all over the place as you take your third seat of the day, typically your day was rotting by the pool with your girls.

“you okay?” he asks, noting your fidgeting, you didn’t even know why you were nervous. it’s not like you actually wanted to get to talk to cyrus.

“mh.” you hum, his head turns to its side out of curiosity, your silence speaks measures as he realizes what you were going to say, he peeped the conversation between you two eventually getting too annoyed to look at it.

“it’s okay, take your time.”, you hesitate before smiling unsure of how to navigate this situation, “cyrus wants to get to know me more, and i didn’t say no.” he simply nods, that reaction clearly not being enough for you as you shift your body closer to him in an attempt to see more of his face, the glaring sun casted a shadow on his features.

“it’s just weird as he told me that–”,  “nevermind.” he stops himself, laying back into the cushion underneath him.

“don’t do that.” you stated eager to know what he just dangled over you.

“don’t worry about it, can we talk about something else, 

something fun?”

your eyebrows knitted and lips twisted at his attempt to change the subject, “chris.” he looked from what felt like above you as his gaze made you feel smaller, “what’s your favorite type of music?” his ‘dark’ gaze fading once he asked the question.

you squint your eyes up at him but decide to play along for now, knowing you would find out eventually.

“pop.” you comment quietly, “sorry what was that?” he teased.

“stop playin’” you playfully pushed his arm that made its way to the back of his head, which seemed to make him snicker.

he swung the shoved arm loosely around your neck pulling you in closer causing you to snuggle up to him, “i make a killer breakfast, don’t i?” he grins, you nod along to his words which only adds to his cheerful smile.

you looked up, examining his face, the way his smile curled and his eyes squinted, ‘why would i want anyone else?’ echoed through your mind, you felt a perfect amount of comfortability and nervousness around him, the palms of your hands always clammy but your heartbeat was calm, you spoke smoothly but the butterflies that waved in your tummy never stopped.

those heartfelt thoughts quickly came to a halt when a ‘ding’ chimed near you, “was that you?” he pulled his arm off you allowing you to properly sit up and handle the phone with “y/n” on the phone case that rested on the heated cushion behind you.

your manicured hand scoops it up, “i got a text!” you shout, grabbing everyone's attention, everyone slowly starts to crowd around the place you and chris had to yourself.

“girls, it’s time to splash and ride the wave of love in today’s challenge, ‘sex-sea’, #catchoftheday, #shellingyourheart.” you all cheer in excitement, not even really for the challenge itself but for a change of environment.

all islanders head inside then upstairs for their change of clothes, instead of red you see a pink and purple ombre shell bikini hanging on the closets, you quickly throw the one-piece you just wore into the suitcase you’ve been using for your used clothes.

you all arrived at the challenge area, running and cheering onto the wooden platform ahead of you.

in this challenge, the girls are to take part in an underwater-themed track, the first girl having to start off the track inside of a giant-clam, before then sliding into a pool and making their way to a pole, where they'd need to perform a pole-dance. then she would need to take the boy of her choice and load them into the "catch of the day" trolley down the slip and slide and then to the sea-bed, where they'd have to try and seduce them. after all of the girls' turns, the boys as a collective will vote for the winner based on ‘sexiest performance’.

kaia was first, she spun around on the clam, waving at the boys lined up on her left hand side, “do you wanna see my pearl?” her creative comment was rewarded with cheers and shouts, she slid down face forward, pumping her ass in the air, you weren’t watching as her face collided with the water as you were sharing gasps with your girls beside you, when you looked back she was on her knees, sliding her hands up from the bottom of the pool and flicking her hair up.

she rose from the pool and did a strut towards the soon to be wet pole, she hopped on, tightening her thighs around it and slowly zipping down from the water she was just in.

she grabbed ahold of aidan’s palm and brang him onto the trolley, he quickly laid down as she pushed him and the cart down the slippery slide with no issue, not even the water balloons you all threw at them being a problem, she pushed him onto the sea bed and climbed atop of him, then leaning down to give him a slow and seductive kiss, you felt a bit awkward watching so you didn’t really pay much attention, when she returned to you girls you all showered her with praise.

“you did so good!” you and clair squeal.

“you’re so hot.” leah states as they hug.

“how are we meant to top that?” abby playfully comments.

clair was next, she spun from the clam her arms were high as she wooed, “do you sea me?” she giggles with her delivery. 

everyone whoops for her as she slithers down the slide, feet first into the pool, she whips the water from the pool up, wetting her hair and her chest.

she carefully stood up and hoped over the kiddie pool, striding over to the pole, she planted her back against it and rolled her body downwards, now it was time to grab robert she strolled over to him and took his wrist, and waits for him to be her catch, she slips but doesn’t fall while she pushes him down the wet slide, water balloons hitting them at every angle, you got a good hit on rob while avoiding striking clair.

they made their way to the bed and rob climbed on-top of it clearly excited which makes you all laugh, she seemed a bit nervous maybe timid but it melted away when she seemed to get an idea, she got on her hands and knees and crawled towards him and the bed, you think you lost your voice from the amount of screaming you were doing, she made her way on top of him and pulled him closer for what seemed like a lustful kiss.

it was your turn to be in the clam and you couldn’t be more nervous, you wanted to have a good ‘performance’ but also wanted to have fun, the clam spinned and you are revealed.

“you can coral my reef.” your snicker is evident after you say your cringe statement, you dived down the clam on your chest, head first, the water splashed on impact and flushed through your nose, you picked your head up from underwater and flicked your head back.

you stood in the pool sliding your hands slowly up your body, you weren’t paying attention to anyone’s reaction but you could definitely hear the support from both sides of the platform, you took your time getting to the pole, squatting down then quickly standing up pushing your ass out. 

you let go of the pole and strided over to the line of boys, walking back and forth, playfully tapping your finger to your soft lips.

you finally stood in front of a boy and grabbed a hold of his hand, he giggled softly.

“chris, sit.” you command and he quickly follows behind, comfortably sitting on the trolley, the girls made this look easy but it definitely was heavier than you expected especially with water being sprayed at you constantly.

chris stood up and sat comfortably at the edge of the bed, nerves striked through your body when you walked towards him, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle piece when you got on-top of him, you both snicker at the flustered look you both know he’s making, ‘do i kiss him?’, ‘should this really be our first kiss infront of all these people?’

all these thoughts flooding your mind made it feel like this was going on for an hour but truthfully you’ve both only been sitting here for a few seconds, you place one of your hands to the back of his neck and tangled it in his hair almost asking for permission, once you notice his lean in you do the same, both of your lips connecting for the first time, you’ve kissed a few guys before but this felt different?

your tummy bubbled, as his gentle lip’s caressed your own, his hand finding its way to the crook of your neck as the kiss rapidly deepened, his cool thumb rested on your warm cheek, ‘is this what heavens like?’ is all that courses through your brain and body as you melt under his touch, a sudden craving for more almost taking over you, ‘how long have we been here for?’ 

quickly spread in your mind, you slowly pulled off immediately noticing the red pigment washed on his face and how worked up he got making both of you shyly chuckle, you picked yourself up off his and strided back to the girls as quickly as possible, they cheered when you came over.

“so proud of you.”

“you did it!”

ultimately you ended up blacking out, the only thing you remember was the warm feeling in your stomach that you had during that kiss. 

it lingered on your lips, yeah you’ve cuddled but you don’t think his cologne had stood out to you like that before, it was like you had cat like senses, you had heard his heartbeat and the cheering from around you so clearly.

your bikini was wet from that dive causing a stickiness against your body, hugging you tightly.

abby spun around from the clam, “clam you be mine?” she cackles at herself and her clever line, she pushes her arms down the slide, going down face first, she popped her ass up while sliding down, which cade thought was a nice touch, you could tell by his eccentric clapping, she grabbed onto the pole, arching her back as she bent over and shaking her ass side to side, she then quickly moved on making her way to cade wasting no time and pulling him to the cart, you lunged the bursting balloons at them but it didn’t stop her even though she had a few stumbles.

once he stepped off the trolley he scooped her up and placed her on top of the bed, crawling above her and sharing a full and sloppy kiss.

leah was last to go, a final spin ensued, “now you sea me.” she scoffs underneath her breath.

she slid down on her knees, the water splashed upwards, she hastily stepped out, taking a hold of the pole and doing a tip toed strut around it before heading to the line up, to no surprise she picks romeo both of their nonchalant smiles are prominent, he lays down and she begins pushing, you guess those arm workouts came in clutch as she quickly glides past the wet, slippery slide.

she whispers something in his ear which is incoherent for the rest of you, you all watch as he gets on all fours in front of her, a fish tangled in the set design being used to slap him on the ass, chatter and continuous laughter ensued.

the challenge was over, it was now time for the boys to huddle up and decide the winner of today's challenge and they did just that, taking a few minutes to make their decision.

 …..

“us boys have decided the sexist girl is…” cade starts seeming to build tension.

“kaia!” aidan continues with a shout, you all cheer her on before you run off the platform and back to the villa.

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you and your fellow islanders walked back outside to the garden, the boys and girls separated going for their own chats, you and the girls rested at the swing.

“that was so fun!” abby gestures, “kaia you fucking killed that.” she continued.

“thank you!!” she covers her face, maybe flustered by all the compliments.

“y/n, your kiss..” clair starts.

you can feel warmth grow on your cheeks, your eyes dart towards the fire pit, the boys are casually chatting about what you assume is the same thing, “how was it?” abby asks, “i can’t gas him too much but, it was good that’s all i’ll say.” you snicker with delivery which makes all the girls smile.

“kaia, that was also you and aidan’s first kiss..” abby eluded, she chuckled, “it was good..” her smile was downturned as she looked towards the fire pit.

after a bit of lounging, napping and baking in the sun, it was time to get ready for the evening. truly you couldn’t wait for it to be bedtime as the day was already weighing on you, but first you had to drop by the beach hut for your daily gossip with the camera.

“how did you feel when cyrus pulled you this morning?”

you’re a little taken aback expecting your questions to be about the challenge that was more fresh on your mind, “really weird uhm…..it just reminded me of my feelings regarding chris so i guess, it was a good thing?” you’re hesitant.

“what did you think of the girls at the challenge today?”

“holy shit!” excitement lined your voice, “i love them all so much, they killed it, kaia did her thinngg!” 

“and your kiss?”

your smile twists as a scoff exits your mouth, “it was nice..”

“that’s all i wanna say.” you continue.

you mist your face with a setting spray as you finish your late night makeup then sorting through what hanged in your closet, a long dress of your own tag, it fit tightly around your curves.

the girls made sure you knew how good you looked with compliments and a plethora of praise.

all of you walked back out into the garden, the cool breeze blowing through the trees, you and chris grabbed a wine off the counter before whisking away from the group, “where do’you wanna sit?” he questioned as you walked off from the kitchen, “anywhere.” you shrugged, he hooked his arm around your neck walking you towards the fire pit, the warmth from his hoodie rubbed off on you.

you cuddled up to him on the cushions, “you okay?” he massaged circles into your back, his other hand occupied with his glass, “mhm” you hummed, feeling more comfortable with him than this morning which ‘this afternoon you’ would be thrown for a loop but once you really thought about it made sense.

“did’ya have fun today?” he watched as you slowly sank down to more of a lying position, your head stable on his lap and your body resting on your side. 

“so much fun.” you both tiptoed around the obvious elephant in the room, you fidgeted with the mic hung on your neck.

“you look pretty.” he whispered, moving his palm from your back to your head in his lap, “thank you.” you smiled, twisting your head to look up at him, your eyes connected, gaining each other's attention, small and soft laughter left both of your lips.

“got a text.” the sentence breaks the silence between you both, too enthralled in your own moment to hear the ding from romeo’s phone.

“can all islanders please gather around the fire pit immediately?” robert shouts the noise hitting every islanders ears, you slowly sit up adjusting your dress.

everyone comes toward you both, taking a seat on the circle, you and chris sat wedged between cade and abby and leah and aiden, romeo sitting on the edge by himself and cyrus and kaia sitting with lots of distance between them.

chris put his arm over your shoulder, you think it was to give you a bit of comfort and it definitely worked.

the boys stood up and walked in front of the fire pit in a line due to producers' orders. this was the first recoupling, the girls will pick the boy they want to couple up with and the boy not picked and left single will be dumped from the island.

it’s been a busy day for you girls, 

first up is abby, she sprung up, a warm smile on her face, “i would like to couple up with this boy because he's hot, funny, as loud as me, and i’m really enjoying getting to know him and hanging out with him!” she coos

“he treats me like a princess and i couldn’t feel more lucky to have found him.” you watch between the two, looking at cade’s bashful expression.

“so the boy i would like to couple up with is..”

…

“cade!” applauses ensue as he quickly paces over to her exchanging a few kisses before sitting down next to you, you smiled at her, happy to see her happy.

kaia stood up as it was now her turn, she took a few deep breaths before rising to a stand, “i would like to couple up with this boy because in a short amount of time he’s showed me that i might want a ‘bad boy’ but i need a sweet, mature and kind guy like him.”

he smiles, “i feel like he understands me in a unique way and i really love that sooo..the boy i want to couple up with is..”

…

“aidan.” similar claps start while he strides over to kaia, they wrap their arms around each other then sit beside cade and abby, small whispering between the two couples starting.

leah hastily stood up, a small smirk hiding on her face. this would be the first time you see her really open up about how she’s feeling with romeo, which made you more interested in the speech.

“i would like to couple up with this boy because we have nice chats, he’s a good listener and we just— get on really well.”

“the boy i would like to couple up with is..” 

…

“romeo.” you bring your palms together when you hear his name, watching as they have a few quick pecks then perch aside you, it was short but sweet he seemed to appreciate the kind words.

you notice cyrus’s face slightly twist at the sight which only reassures your ongoing decision, you cheesed as it was now clair’s go, she adjusted her dress that somewhat rides up her thighs as she stood up, “i want to couple up with this boy because i really enjoy his company, he’s handsome, he makes me laugh, and he is always taking the damn piss, 

we can have light, joyful chats but we can also have serious ones which i find attractive.” she gestures with a smile.

“soo, the boy i want to couple up with is..”

…

“robert..” she covers her face clearly flustered by all this, you cheer for them, he wraps his arms around her flustered state and slowly brings her down to the cushion next to him.

you were the last to go, you noticed chris was antsy, probably from standing still for so long, cyrus stood next to him assuming his fate especially after your performance in the challenge today.

you take a stance, twinkles in your eyes, “i would like to couple up with this boy because, he’s really amusing, he’s incredibly patient he’s seen me at my worst and my best and continued to stand beside me instead of doing what guys my age normally do.”

“i really like him.” you choke out, “he’s also cute, i guess..” muffled giggles were heard from your fellow islanders.

“so the boy i want to couple up with is..”

…

“chris!” he basically runs towards you, wrapping his arms around you for a tight embrace. those words must’ve got to him.

you both settle down mushed between the other four couples, meaning cyrus is dumped from the island, he awkwardly stood alone in front of you all which made you feel incredibly guilty for having to end someone’s time.

after a slow pause all the guys except chris huddle around him, pats and daps being handed out.

“you okay?” concern riddles his voice while you stare at the boys saying goodbye, clair and abby circle back after sharing a hug with cyrus, rubbing on your back.

“it’s okay.” abby comments.

“he knows it was time.” clair also chimes in.

he walked towards you. he had a calm manner which off the bat made you feel a little better, he opened his arms for you and you did the same, sharing a quick squeeze before pulling back.

he swiveled towards the exit of the garden, the boys followed behind him, including chris.

your friends gave you a cuddle reminding you that it’s not your fault which made you feel good enough to head inside behind the guys.

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everyone crowded in the boys dressing room, sharing words with cyrus as he packed his case, you stood in the corner with chris’s arm roped on your back and palm touching your shoulder, you had your head laid against him while you watched from the sidelines. 

with his things packed he stumbled down the stairs and everyone came behind. the walk to the villa’s entrance, more importantly exit, made it more real. he shared a few more rapid goodbyes before walking out of the big door, you all clapped him out.

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you all walked back out to the garden feeling deflated, chris walked you both towards the bean bags.

you just wanted to go to sleep after such a physically and emotionally draining day, but you had a feeling that it wasn’t over yet. the bean bag under you scrunched once you got comfortable the one across from you did the same, “you’re okay right?”

“mhm, just feeling a bit guilty.” you mumble.

his head turned to the side, you assumed it was out of curiosity or concern.

“you and the girls helped though.” you smile.

“good.” he states, picking his body off the bean bag and moving closer to you, you moved over as he signaled to sit beside you.

‘ding’, your heart drops.

“text.” clair exclaims from the kitchen, chris jumps up from the bag, grabbing your hand to help you up and guiding you to the kitchen, once you settled clair began reading.

 “chris and cade,” clair slightly pauses as she makes eye contact with her closest girlfriends.

“i’d recommend putting on some swim trunks as i’ve invited both of you to the hideaway hot tub.” your fingers go to your parted lips as people around you scream and gasp.

“xoxo, celia, #triplec.” the noises continuing to clair’s last syllable, you're too shocked to have a reaction or even think.

your stomach started turning, your mind already spiraling. chris’s arm that laid on your shoulder started patting you back to reality.

“alright, we’ll help you.” romeo comments, walking into the doors, the rest of the boys following behind, chris gives you one last pat on the shoulder before walking away.

you’ve never seen abby quieter, when your eyes connect you know she feels the exact same way you do.

“you guys have nothing to worry about.” leah reassures you both.

“mhm.” clair hums, her and kaia nodding along to those words.

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you and abby were called to the beach hut, the previous sequence of events flooded through your mind as you walked up the steps, passing by the boys changing room you attempted to peek at the trunks chris was changing into but you didn’t get a good enough look.

you both sat down side by side, dumbfounded by everything that just occurred, she looked at you and you looked at her, speechless.

“what are you thinking?” the guy behind the camera questions.

“well..that was a lot, to say the least.” abby starts which is to be expected. 

“mh..” you hum, it was too much for your brain to focus on the words coming out of abby’s mouth and the situation at hand.

“it’s gonna be okay, we’re bad bitches.” she states looking in your eyes, 

“we’re the best in the damn game and if they mess up that’s on them.”  she continues.

“right?”, she hints for your validation, “absolutely.” you state.

you both walk out the door hand in hand, your segment swiftly done or maybe it only felt that way since you zoned out on some of the questions having abby answer them for you.

you both walked out, seeing the boys walk down the stairs, chris was in the front alongside cade so you both couldn’t see them.

“where’s the girls?” you hear cade ask, “behind you.” a feminine voice speaks, they turn around at the same time, chris is wearing red trunks while cade wore blue ones which was a change of pace as you usually see him in black.

chris comes up to you once you and abby finish stepping down, you note cade doing the same, he settles his hands on your waist pulling you closely for a deep embrace.

“it’ll be alright.” he whispered into your neck his hands that moved to rest on your back circling in soothing motions before he pulled away, the feeling of his hands lingered on your body.

you watched as cade and abby shared a longing peck before separating.

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the hideaway was shoved a little away from the swings, a neon ‘hideaway’ sign pointed towards the door, you watched as they both disappeared behind said door, anxiety quickly washing over you when you can’t see his calming face any more.

everyone slowly dispersed, you abby and clair walked to the fireplace in need of a pep talk and a bit of debriefing.

the warm fire landed on your cooled skin which warmed you up, brightening your mood, “it’s gonna be fine.” clair reassured making eye contact with both of you once she grabbed your attention.

abby nodded, “i’m just not—i’m not gonna do anything if he doesn’t.” she starts which you hum along to.

“y/n, how are you?” clair asked bobbing her head to get a good look at you since abby was nuzzled between you both.

“it’s okay, i’ll get over it.” you say through deep breaths.

“i think i jus’ need a breather.” you huff as you take a stand from the cushion you just sat down at.

they follow behind you, taking a stand and huddling around you for a group hug, clair’s arms linked around you and abby’s bodies.

the cuddle was warm and tight and definitely needed to calm yourself down.

your bodies unlinked and they shared a few reassuring words before you walked off, passing a few of your fellow islanders before walking inside and up the stairs.

you took a seat at your vanity, taking this as an opportunity to do a few quick touch ups on your face, a huff of air pushed past your lips.

surely you had nothing to worry about, right? 

chris has reassured you that he doesn’t like anyone else, but ‘what if this girl changes his mind?’

after a few deep breaths you tamed your spiraling, remembering your a catch and if he can’t see that it’s his problem, you just hoped he didn’t move out of line because you didn’t want to seem crazy on national television.

you guess you needed a second to remember that.

a few moments after your private pep talk you settled beside robert and clair in the kitchen, taking large sips of water out of your nozzle, “he really likes you.” robert states, which makes you lock your head towards him, resulting in a nonchalant nod, honestly you were tired of hearing the pity, you wanted to find out his thoughts after the date, “he was stressing when you were off with him, he won’t just throw it away.”

another nod, you appreciated rob’s words but he’s only known him for a week, ‘how does he know for sure?’ 

you took a few more sips, rob must’ve assumed it was out of sadness as he continued to compensate with words, “he really does like you.” he continued as the side hug between clair and him deepened.

“whatever happens, happens” you believed what you said, sure it would suck especially after yesterday but you comforted yourself with other classics, ‘what will be will be.’

robert said other “reassuring” things but it was annoying you even though you knew he had good intentions, your eyes softly rolled before picking your shoulders off the counter in front of you and walking away with a “i’m gonna talk to abby.” 

on your voyage over to the bean bags where abby comfortably sat with leah, a certain door opened and a feminine cheer snapped your head towards it.

a latin woman linked arms with two of your islanders, her strut was perfect and her long, straight hair blew in the wind, her burgundy bikini complimented her warm complexion.

“hi, everybody!”, she unlinked her arm with cade and gave a gentle and soft wave towards the rest of you, as she walked towards you girls at the beanbags and a few islanders came towards her in different directions, you could only focus on how she wouldn’t let his arm go.

you knew you were a jealous person, it was something you couldn’t stand about yourself but you couldn’t control it, it lit a fire in the pit of your belly.

she finally let go as she shared fast hugs with the islanders coming up to greet her. you noticed chris distancing himself even with the soft smile on his face, he took a few strides towards you as she was busy with greetings.

“hi.” he smiled which caused an awkward and cheesy twist on your lips.

“hi.” you replied after a beat, he cautiously wrapped his arms around your back, snuggling you into him.

it felt like moments passed but truly it was just a few seconds strung together, he let go, moving out of your peripherals and allowing celia to take over.

she walked towards you and pulled your arms towards her for a hug which you reciprocated.

“let's go for a girls chat?” she asks as kaia and abby seem to agree, you all separate from the boys, you can’t help but feel eyes lingering on the back of your head.

you all sat at the fire pit, your legs crossed ready to learn more about ‘celia’ your mind automatically mocked her name when you thought it which made you laugh internally.

“soo..celia, how were your dates?” abby started.

“you can call me cia! my friends call me cia.” you scoff softly at the audacity to call you friends after today, you felt bad for your mean thoughts, if you were her you would’ve picked chris too, ‘she was just doing what she had to do.’

“anyway, yeah good dates, both of them, they seem sweet.” 

“are you swaying towards either one of them more?” kaia chimes in, you watch cia hesitate, “i kinda wanna keep my cards close to my chest so to speak.” she smiles which elicits an incognito eye roll from you.

“i had fun though, they’re funny.” she continues.

your eyes are averted by two guys walking to you and the rest of the girls sat at the fire pit, chris and cade, you and abby stood after a quick nod towards each other and met the boys halfway.

you and chris split off, heading towards the now empty swing as the boys had abandoned it for the kitchen, you sit comfortably on the cushion beneath you.

“how are you?” he asks as he scoots a little bit closer to you.

“fine.” you stated, the way you said it was cold which he wasn’t surprised by but he’s never seen this side of you, you weren’t trying to mean but your walls were slowly building back up as you jumped to conclusions especially after the conversation you just had with cia.

it was silent for a moment. you assumed he didn’t know what to say, “how was it?” you question your digits not stopping themselves from tumbling with the top of your dress.

“it was good, like she’s chill.”  he replies with a slight shiver as his bare chest braces the cold air.

“was the hideaway cool?” you ask almost changing the topic.

“yeah, it’s like a whole other place, it was awesome!” he seemed to get excited talking about it for some reason.

…the silence came back, a minute or so of just staring at your surroundings instead of the person in front of you.

“i think i have to talk wit’ her, but i just wanted to come back to you.” his words dragged your head back to his face, his voice was huskier, edgier but also soft and smooth when they slipped past his plump, pink lips.

your belly flipped from the sight, there was heat on your cheeks evident or not which made your lips turn into a smile, he lounged on the swing his head tilted as he awaited your response.

“tell her that.” you tease with a slight smile that you didn’t want to flash him, he scoffs lifting his head that was resting on the back of the swinging lounger.

..that silence revisited.

“m’sorry.” he whispered when your eyes met.

“not your fault.” you mumbled back while you scooted off the cushion you were nestled on, you took a stand and he did the same without hesitation.

your arm slithered along his waist coaxing him for a side hug which he happily reciprocated.

it was almost finally time to bunk down, you shifted in the oval chair accompanied by cameras staring at you as-well as a few people behind the camera. 

“what are you thinking?”

you take a second to think before starting, “i feel weird—, i don’t blame cel—cia, i would do the same.” you huff.

“and i don’t blame chris, it’s all just telling me about my feelings for chris and they’re a lot bigger than i realized and it only been a week!” you exclaim.

“imagine in fucking—“ you hesitate, “3 weeks for example, i’m doomed.” you add before your hand wisps over your dress.

“i just want to sleep.” you say lastly before being dismissed to get ready for bed.

you dragged a cotton swab down your face, the makeup you worked hard on coming down with it,  you had already thrown a shirt over your head all you had to do was put some shorts on and brush your teeth, today was exhausting for you and the islanders around you as you noticed everyone’s sluggish attitude.

“did’ya get that kiss kaia?” your head was down so you missed who asked but you could assume it was clair from her airy voice.

she nodded eagerly in response, “it was good!” she sang.

“good.” 

“how was your first night, cia?” leah asked.

“really fun, you guys have been so nice and welcoming which i appreciate.” she smiled, placing things from her suitcase in her new and empty closet.

she was sweet but you couldn’t help feeling a certain way, “aww, yay!” abby added, “glad you had a good night.” she continued using a wipe to rub her face.

“yeah, so ready for bed though.” she comments before walking out of the room.

after sliding out of your dress that hung to your lower half and tugging on a pair of shorts you took a stride to the bathroom, a brush clinged to your teeth.

the bathroom was crowded. you decided you were too tired to wait for the room to clear and everyone else must’ve agreed since the room piled up.

the descent down the stairs and the strides into the bedroom were pacy, the recoupling had changed the sleeping arrangements having romeo now placed at the end of the line of beds with leah, you were moved up and laid next to clair and robert, cia taking the empty bed beside you and chris was the only downside.

you snuggled under the covers, apart from the normal abby and cade conversation there wasn’t much chatter in the room between you islanders, that was until cia laid in her empty bed beside chris, you were busy taking a few sips from your water bottle when you noticed the conversation that quickly started beside you.

“all alone…” she huffed sarcastically, spreading herself on the empty bed, your head poked out as you watched the interaction, he just giggled, the giggle you love softly slipped out of him from a dumb comment about a damn bed.

his head turned towards you, “ready for bed?” he dragged his hand through his hair that’s been trapped under a cap all day, you nodded he assumed you didn’t have the energy to speak but truly you were too annoyed to.

‘should i be feeling this possessive already?’

cia and chris exchanged a few more words before the lights flickered off, his body turned towards you and yours turned towards his, the lack of mic around your chest made you feel like it was easier to breathe, easier to talk, like you weren’t being constantly listened to even though you know you are.

his hand lifted to your head which made your eyebrows knit at first but it subsided once he started giving you head rubs, “i don’t want her to feel unwelcome or ignored, okay?” he whispered after he rustled the sheets when he maneuvered closer to you.

his whisper made you smile and he had no trouble reciprocating it, the head pats and rubs were continuous even through his tired, lazy movements.

your eyes blinked shut, once again having no trouble falling asleep due to his soothing touches.

tomorrow will mark the start of the second week in the villa. what will happen next? find out next time on love island…

i'm an ass for taking so long but i hope you enjoyed and it was worth the wait. 🩵

i'll be updating the rest of the chapters so everything looks cohesive dw, just needed a change of pace.

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the next morning you’re woken up covered by limbs and two different blankets haphazardly thrown over you. lucinda’s arm was lazily thrown around your waist while nana had her head on your shoulder, and somehow teony’s legs managed to find their way on top of yours. you were pretty comfy in your spot so you couldn’t complain, but when you feel a buzz from right under your back you realize the limb trap you're in was a bit inconvenient.

slowly you bend your arm around, shimmying your hand down to awkwardly pull your phone from its confines and squinting at the screen as another message lights it up.

garroth added you, laurance, katelyn, and aphmau to the conversation.

garroth: good morning guys

garroth: i know this is super last minute planning but would you all be down to go to that fall carnival festival thing going on this afternoon?

laurance: oh yeah cadenza mentioned it the other day

laurance: i was actually thinking about going so i’m down

you: oooh that sounds fun!

you: i’ll have to see what the plans are for today, cause we’re still at aph’s house

there’s a sigh and some shuffling on the blankets over where the other girls were sleeping. 

garroth: whoever else is there can come too! i just made this group chat cause i wasn’t sure who all to ask 

kate: ugh you guys woke me up

laurance: ;D good morning to you too

kate: :I

kate: i think it’s just us two awake, we’ll ask everyone when they get up

garroth: ok cool

garroth: just lmk

you: we will!

laurance: yeah don’t leave me alone with him pls

garroth: bruh

the blue haired girl quietly giggles in the quiet room, and you hear her shuffle before you see her stand up.

kate: reading garroth say bruh is so funny

you: lmao now laurance…

laurance: hahahaha just jokes just jokes

you: i’ll be sure to be super convincing, i really do wanna go

kate: yeah same

garroth: yeah laurance my true friends here 

laurance: oh whatever you know you still love me schnookims

you: what!!

katelyn has shuffled over to you, standing by your feet and quietly snickering while you try to contain your own giggles from rocking the girls next to you.

kate: gross

garroth: :(

laurance: hahahaha

“need to be pulled outta there?” katelyn offers with an amused look on her face, leaning over while holding out her hands.

you glance to either side of you before nodding, reaching up to your freedom while gently shimmying out of everyone’s hold on you. she latches onto your wrists pretty easily, and pulls you up into a standing position without much effort.

the room was still pretty dim, the morning sun filtered by aphmau’s blinds and setting a purple hue through her sheer curtains. no wonder she’s been super late to walk with you some mornings. if your room was a pretty purple every morning you’d have trouble getting up, too.

“thanks.” you whisper, and katelyn gives a thumbs up in return.

“i think aphmau’s awake.” she murmurs. the two of you glance over to the girl in question, who was rubbing her eyes with one hand while flopping her hand around to grab her phone with the other. 

it takes her a few seconds to realize you were both watching her, and after making a small noise of surprise she gets up herself, guiding you both downstairs with her to the kitchen while she catches up on the group chat.

she completely pauses in the middle of the room, making a small “ooh!” sound while typing away on her phone.

aph: i’m super down for that!! there’s nothing else planned for today so we for sure can come!!!

garroth: oh nice!

garroth: does meeting there at two sound good?

kate: that’s perfect

laurance: yep!

you: yay! see y’all later!

laurance: y’all

garroth: y’all

kate: y’all

you: …

katelyn snorts at the unintimidating glare you send her way, and when aphmau snorts and another buzz comes from your phone you already know what it’s going to say. 

aph: y’all :3

you: man.

☆

despite inviting everyone, they unfortunately all were busy with other plans for the day, leaving you, katelyn, and aphmau as the only ones left to go. nana was probably the most upset by this, thanking you a hundred times for including her with promises of more sweets for you all in the future.

“what? you’re ditching us for your boyfriend?” aphmau pouts, and you send a similar look over to the taller girl to double on the guilt.

“i can’t hang out with him often outside of school cause of my dad, and he’s here today!” katelyn defends with her arms crossed. “i was just hanging out with you guys yesterday and today.”

“just say you don’t love us.” you wrinkle your face in a fake act of crying.

“oh brother.” she rolls her eyes.

“hey, ladies!” a familiar friendly voice calls, and a polite pat on your shoulder follows as the katelyn-snatcher himself walks past you.

you want to send a teasing comment his way, but truly can’t bring yourself to do it to the senior’s kind face as he wraps an arm around katelyn’s shoulder.

“hey, jeffory.” is what leaves your lips instead, the other sarcastic quips you had cooked up in your head fizzling out.

he gives you a cheerful grin, before looking down to the freshman next to you. “ah, sorry. i’ve seen you around, but i don’t think we’ve met…?”

“i’m aphmau!”

you feel proud of the lack of shakiness in her voice and the sure little smile she gives. she’s already gained some confidence, despite everything.

“oh, that’s right! kate’s talked about you a lot. it’s nice to meet you.”

“you too!”

soon enough katelyn is wishing you two adieu while dragging her sweet boy away, leaving just you and aphmau to wander further into the park.

you added aph, garroth, and laurance to the conversation.

guys, me and aph have been abandoned :,( :you

garroth: haha what?

kate ditched us for her man :you

laurance: boooo thumbs down tomato tomato

aph: that’s what i’m saying

garroth: ahh i see

garroth: well i was running a little late but i’m pulling up

aph: okay sounds good!

laurance: i see you two

aph: o.o

he’s a creep :you

he’s a weirdo :you

“are you really making a radiohead reference in the group chat right now?” laurance snorts from in front of you.

aphmau looks up from her phone. “…what the hell are you doing here?”

you and laurance stare over at the girl, before glancing back at each other and breaking out in amused snickers. laurance then raises his brows, head whipping back to the shorter girl.

“aph, did you just cuss?”

you gasp, placing a hand over your mouth and the other one on his shoulder. “baby’s first curse word!”

aphmau’s face reddens as she begins to stutter. “i was continuing the joke! also what?”

“with this again!” laurance groans into his hands, a few giggles leaking through his act.

“with what?!” she pouts in annoyance. 

you and laurance glance at each other from the corner of your eyes, before giggling again.

“what?!”

“hey guys.” garroth’s deep voice interrupts you before you can begin to explain the inside joke, completely steering aphmau’s attention away.

“oh, garroth! hi!”

the tall blonde smiles warmly at the three of you, giving side hugs in greeting and looking around. “you guys have anything you want to do first?”

“oh, before we do anything, i want you two to meet someone.” laurance suddenly says, walking backward further into the park and beckoning for you all to follow.

after exchanging confused looks the three of you walk after the brunette, soon finding yourselves in a cute small apple orchard entrance. he walks forward, confidently talking to a group of older teen girls.

a wooden sign nearby read “pick your own apples, get them candied at the booth!” with an employee standing by, handing out baskets and taking tickets.

“this is… so… cute!” aphmau fawns, looking around with stars in her eyes and her hands on her cheeks. “i was already excited about this place since i’ve never been to a festival before, but this really tops it off!”

“wait really? you’ve never been to one before?” garroth looks over surprised.

“i mean,” she shrugs with a giggle. “not one that i remember.”

you look up at garroth. “does this festival come around often?”

he nods enthusiastically. “yeah! they collaborate with the farmers here and open for every new season and holiday time, it’s pretty cool.” he glances around. “everyone in the neighborhoods nearby and at school comes here. i’m surprised you two haven’t heard of it yet.”

“well excuse us, we just recently moved back and i was homeschooled! remember?” aphmau teases him, and he sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck.

“oh, right! my bad.”

“here, these are them.” laurance’s voice returns, and a tall beautiful girl is beside him when you look up.

long waist-length ginger hair, a round face, and facial features that made her look like she was straight out of a renaissance painting. she looked super stylish, too, with the earth-toned dress she paired with tall leather boots and eccentric gold jewelry.

“well, don’t be rude and actually introduce me to them, silly.” she teases, placing her hands over her hips as she glances over at the boy next to you. “oh, hey garroth.”

“hi.” he waved back.

laurance announces yours and aphmau’s names accordingly, before gesturing to the girl next to him. “and this is my sister, cadenza. she’s a senior.”

oh, this is his sister. he’d mentioned her a few times to you, so it was nice to put a face to the name. though, it wasn’t the face you were expecting… a completely different skin tone from laurance’s, light blue eyes, and a total difference in facial features. what did their parents look like?

“oh, really? you two don’t look that much alike, i wouldn’t have guessed!” aphmau chirps in, voicing your inner monologue.

cadenza hums, glancing over to laurance. “oh, have you not told them?”

laurance sheepishly looks off in thought, blowing away the bangs from his face—the caramel strands started to grow out recently.

“oh. no, i haven’t. i guess it hasn’t come up…” he glances back at the two of you. “we don’t look alike because cadenza and i aren’t actually blood-related. we’re adopted.”

“oh!” aphmau says, blinking a bit in shock at the news.

“well, that explains it.” you laugh, a bit surprised yourself, but brush it off as you smile at the older girl. “it’s nice to meet you! laurance has mentioned you a lot.”

cadenza awes, leaning over to squish her little brother’s cheek between her manicured fingers. “so you really do care about me!”

laurance huffs, pulling her hand away. “duh. and stop trying to make me look less cool in front of my friends. not cool.”

“oh come on, you’re a dork and i’m sure they know it. right, garroth?” she looks at the blonde, who snickers and nods his head in agreement. “no need to get shy in front of cute girls.”

“i’m not—”

“besides, nothing uncool about having an amazing sister.” she flips her hair, before looking back as someone from her group calls her over. “one sec!”

she turns to smile warmly at the two of you. “it was so nice to meet the both of you! we’ll have to actually talk sometime soon. maybe at lunch.”

“oh, it was nice to meet you too!” aphmau pipes up.

“yeah, we’ll see you around!”

cadenza points at laurance, narrowing her eyes. “love you, dork. remember we leave in two hours.”

“yeah, uh huh. love you too.” he deadpans, wiggling his fingers bye as he starts to walk back towards the main area of the festival.

“she’s so cool.” you murmur, glancing back as cadenza makes her way back over to her friends.

“yeah yeah, if you become friends with her you can’t leave me in the dust, okay?” laurance scoffs, spinning around on his heels and walking backward. 

“and her style…” aphmau adds on in admiration, completely ignoring laurance’s words.

“…no wonder you dress well.”

“hey, i—thank you? but i know how to dress.” he defends, seeming confused about whether he should feel complimented or not.

“thanks to cadenza’s advice?” garroth shoots back teasingly.

he opens his mouth to argue, before sighing and pursing his lips with a short nod. “yeah, okay. fine.”

“you’re still super cool to me, don’t worry.” you reassure with a double thumbs up.

he tsks with a sassy roll of his eyes, rocking his head side to side as he shrugs. “wasn’t even worried, i know i’m the coolest.”

“yeah, okay bud.” garroth sarcastically deadpans, making laurance straighten his back and narrow his eyes as he stops in place.

you and aphmau step aside, while the boys rush each other, attempting to put the other in a headlock.

“take it back!”

“nuh uh—“

“guys, we are literally in public right now.” you sigh.

“yeah, people are staring.” aphmau squeakily adds, stepping closer to you as nearby people watch in amusement.

the two straighten up, staring at each other before nodding and hugging. not a word is exchanged as they pat each other on the back, before pulling away and looking around like nothing happened.

“what just…” aphmau mutters in confusion, looking mildly concerned at the display in front of her, glancing up at you and back to them. “…happened?”

“hell if i know. i was just reminded that they’re very much teenage boys, though.” you whisper back.

“hey! look over there!” garroth points very suddenly towards a few activities.

aphmau gasps excitedly as she focuses on something. “face painting!”

he pauses. “uh, yes there’s that… but i was talking about the caricatures.”

aphmau stiffens, a nervous giggle leaving her lips as she follows along towards the line. “oh, yeah. face painting is for kids anyways…”

laurance hums, glancing at her embarrassed expression and stepping forward while looking at the people ahead. “man, this line is kinda long, isn’t it?”

and that it is, the line stretched about ten people long. for a long process like caricature drawings…you’d imagine you’d have to stand here for a while.

“maybe we should come back later?”

garroth shrugs. “yeah, i just thought it would be funny. we don’t have to.”

aphmau looks around before pointing off. “uh, well while you guys figure it out, i’m gonna run to the restroom.”

she walks off, and you tap your fingers together as you think of what to do. the line has just moved up a group, and even you turn your head the delicious smell of sweet and salty carnival foods hot your nose. 

“well, why don’t we grab a snack while we wait and figure out what to do next?” you suggest, staring off at the food booths further down the path.

“that sounds good to me. i’ll hold our place in line.” garroth says, pulling his phone from his pocket and leaning on the railing.

you nod, and when you walk off, laurance follows. the two of you walk in comfortable silence for a few moments, before he suddenly speaks up.

“how are you?”

the sudden question throws you off, and for a second you take it at face value before you look over into the gray-green of his irises. immediately you know what he’s really checking up on, and you shrug with a small smile.

“i’m fine for now.” you look back to where garroth stands, stepping in line for some soft pretzels. “i guess… i kinda want to tell you more about what happened.”

he tilts his head with an encouraging hum for you to continue, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“so.” you huff, trying to figure out how to start. “this all actually kinda started from the first day—”

“huh?” he raises his eyebrows, before shaking his head. “sorry, continue.”

“—and it was actually ivy who started it.” he sighs and nods, not seeming too shocked to your relief. “she really did not like me or aphmau, and kept pestering us and bullying aphmau.”

you look down at your feet. “she laid her hands on aph once, and the second time i was with her, so i… swung and beat her up.”

sudden laughter interrupts you, making you jump. laurance covers his mouth with his hand, gaining his composure.

“you beat up ivy? sorry, i just did not expect that. how did no one find out about this?” he snickers.

“she actually got in trouble, cause the teacher knew she instigated.” you explain, shoulders relaxing in relief at how strongly laurance was on your side in all of this. “so she knew if she tried to say something to people she’d get called out by an adult. this happened a while back, actually..”

his eyes widen and shine with recollection.

“oh, shit. when she was suddenly all bruised up that week, that was you?” he says in wonder. “remind me not to make you angry. i would’ve never guessed you fought her, you didn’t have a mark on you.”

you bite your lip and look away, recalling how… unnaturally quickly your injuries healed up. you’d brushed over it when it happened. but thinking back on it, it was strange, wasn’t it? how did you do that?

“…sorry. are you okay?” he asks quietly.

“oh! i’m fine, just thinking.” you quickly shake those thoughts away. now wasn’t the time to dwell on it again. “anyways, the reason that’s relevant is because… gene got a picture of me beating her up and used it to threaten mine and aph’s reputation.”

laurance frowns, scoffing under his breath. “of course he did. but you know that a lot of people would take your side?”

“i know that now, but we panicked. and he’s very convincing, i’m sure you know.” you say, and he sighs with a nod. “and we weren’t sure if ivy was as well-liked as she seemed. we were scared of getting even more people to dislike us before even being at this school for a year.”

“i get that.” he sighs. “it’s just upsetting.”

“you’re telling me.” you elbow his side. “anyways… he ended up getting me to buy cigarettes with him at the gas station and meet his mom—”

“what.”

“—and got both me and aphmau to skip school and vandalize.” laurance sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “we went back at night to try and fix it and almost got arrested by a cop—”

“oh my go—”

“let me finish!” you giggle, the mix of anger and complete bafflement on his face a bit amusing now that you are comfortable with telling him all of this. “and that was this week. remember when you asked why we were so tired?”

“and nothing’s happened since?”

you shake your head. “i cussed out gene, i guess. he said he’d leave me alone, but… i’m not sure if he’s gonna stick to that or not.”

“really?” he looks genuinely impressed.

you nod, pausing the discussion to order your snacks.

“why haven’t you told garroth any of this?” laurance suddenly asks, shoving forward the money before you can pay.

you sigh, tapping your fingers on the counter of the pretzel stand. “it’s not that i don’t trust him or anything… i just don’t want him to feel guilty or anything.”

he wrinkles his nose. “why would you think that?”

you cringe. “well, the reason ivy started all this was because she was jealous about aph and i being… friends with him? i don’t know, it’s really weird.”

laurance scoffs before bursting out in laughter. “no way! this all started over her having a possessive crush on garroth? oh, how could i not tease him over this?”

you sigh, taking the pretzels and tilting your head in disapproval as you both start walking back to the prince charming himself.

“i’m not against telling him. just—don’t you think he’d… blame himself a little? or at the very least feel uncomfortable?”

laurance calms his snickering, sighing with a nod. “yeah, garroth has always been harsher on himself with these things. but if you were getting into some trouble just because a girl was being… honestly creepy about me and harassing you over it? i would want to know.” he looks down. “there’s a lot of people who only care to interact with garroth and i because of our looks. you’re one of the few genuine friends we have, so we want you to tell us these things. especially if we’re involved—involuntarily or not.”

you find yourself in stunned shock, his response so mature and understanding it was jarring.

“i won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.”

“no, no i think he should know.” you mutter. “thank you, laurance. you kinda knocked some sense into me.”

“good.” a lighthearted scoff leaves his lips, before his steps stutter and he squints ahead. “what the hell…?”

you glance up to see a couple walking past aphmau as they giggle down at a piece of paper. she looks equally confused, glancing over at the two of you before staring over at the caricature booth.

“…garroth?”

and there he is, standing by the art easel with a pen and markers in hand and a proud look on his face while he shoves something in his pocket.

“what are you doing?” you ask the obvious question shared between the three of you, walking over to hand him a pretzel.

“oh, well,” he starts, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what seemed like a long-winded explanation. “this lady got her purse stolen by a thief, and she needed a person to sketch him out so she could show it to the police. but she was so frantic that it startled the artist here and he fell over and broke his drawing wrist. so i volunteered to draw him out instead and they were able to use it to find him in the crowd.”

“…really?” aphmau blinks.

garroth stares seriously at the three of you, before breaking out in a dorky smile. “no.”

you and laurance snicker, while the shorter girl huffs.

“the guy who runs the stand left for a break and some people asked me to draw them instead for twenty bucks. then another couple thought my horrible drawing was hilarious and asked me to draw them, too.” he explains in amusement.

aphmau starts to giggle, and you can’t help but join in at the ridiculousness of it. is he even allowed to do that?

“i think everyone discovered your art.” laurance muses.

“i know, right?” garroth beams with his hands on his hips.

his best friend snorts. “no, i mean the line is gone.”

garroth glances over the easel, blowing some air from his lips. “aw, man…”

“hey, at least you’re improving, right?” aphmau suggests, patting his arm as she tries to stifle her laughter.

garroth lifts his chin and closes his eyes, looking quite proud as he puffs out his chest. “thanks… wanna see me draw laurance?”

“sure!” aphmau’s face lights up as she scoots in next to him. “as long as i can draw you!”

laurance drags you over and squeezes in around the easel. “then i’ll draw you and you can draw aphmau.”

you laugh, picking up one of the pens. “okay, sure.”

after the four of you continuously bump shoulders and glance at each other for reference with amused laughter, you find yourselves staring at the finished product about five minutes later. there’s a small difference in style and… quality between each one, but the cartoonish little recreations of all of you were insanely cute to see.

“okay, you guys have to let me post this.” aphmau giggles, pulling out her phone with a wide smile.

garroth nods excitedly, wrapping his arms around you and laurance to lean in behind aphmau. “yeah, it looks good!”

after she takes the snap you turn around, ripping the page from the sketch pad and carefully rolling it up. “i’m keeping this.”

“what? i want it.” laurance protests, trying to reach for the page.

“nuh-uh. i’m hanging it on my wall!” you jump back, twisting your hands away from his reach.

he scoffs, narrowing his eyes and lifting his hands away. “fine. we get shared custody.”

“me too.”

“me three!”

you sigh at the three of your friends, before breaking out in a mischievous smile. “no.”

they begin to protest immediately, but before they can try to argue again you catch a glimpse of familiar blue hair approaching. 

“what are you dorks doing?” katelyn snickers, this time not accompanied by the boy she ran off with.

“fighting over custody,” aphmau says, sighing when you briskly walk over to kate’s side with an accomplished smile on your face.

“o…kay…?” she snorts. “well, jeffory had to leave early, so. what did you guys want to do next?”

“now you come running back to us…” you shake your head with pursed lips, only to get lightly shoved away by katelyn into the nearby railing.

“rude!” aphmau laughs, though her eyes trailed just behind the two of you towards something in the distance. “i don’t really care what we do, i’ll have fun either way.”

slowly, you follow her line of sight back to the face painting stand and recall her excitement from before. 

“you wanna greet your face painted?”

“what?” she flusters, turning away and fidgeting with her hands. “no, no. those are for kids, right?”

“i mean, you’ve never been to one of these things, right? and we’re still young… enough…” you shrug.”i’ll get mine done, too.”

she stutters. “you will?!”

“yeah, why not?”

katelyn awes, placing a hand over her chest. “well isn’t that cute.”

you turn to her, latching onto her arm. “you think so? then you can do it, too.”

“wh—” she scoffs, trying to pull back before aphmau also pulls her by her other arm. “i don’t think so.”

“yeah! you too!”

“and you two.” you turn your head, staring pointedly at the two boys who watched in amusement while beginning to drag katelyn with you. 

garroth stiffens up, his ears turning a bit red as his eyes dart to the childish designs on display. “er, i don’t know—”

he’s interrupted by laurance who wolfishly grins, clapping his hand on his shoulder and pushing him forward. the bored girl at the booth—who looked maybe college student age—stares at the five of you with a sigh that turns into mild amusement.

aphmau and you have katelyn locked in your arms like a prison. one she could most definitely easily break from if she put any effort to it, sure, but a prison nonetheless. laurance pushes garroth into the seat backing up with a chuckle when the boy gives him a small glare.

“he wants the glittery zebra design.”

“what? why do i have to get that one? what, you’re gonna get a cooler one?” garroth scoffs while the face painter shrugs and pulls out her pallet. 

laurance snickers. “yeah, i’m gonna get the glittery leopard print. way cooler than zebra.”

a few stares and a few picture-taking sessions in the photo booth later, you and your freshly painted friends’ faces wander around the park, cheeks and stomachs sore from laughter.

“oh, i’m so posting these, actually.” katelyn snickers down at the pictures, admiring the cool blue dragon design that curled from her cheekbone to her forehead.

“see.” you elbow aphmau’s side. “not childish at all.”

she gratefully smiles up at you, shrugging her shoulders up in overwhelming giddiness before eagerly looking around. “yeah! so, what now?”

“wanna get something to eat?” laurance suggests, steering towards the food stalls again.

“ooh, yeah. i smelled that funnel cake earlier, it smelled super good.”

garroth perks up. “i love funnel cake!”

“yeah, then we can go ride a few of the rides they have.” katelyn adds, biting her lip with a rather devious-looking sparkle in her eyes. “whoever throws up first on the spinning teacup owes everyone a free drink.”

“ew, no way!”

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[eldaryasharbinger]

MCL New Gen Ep. 3 Review

I finally finished the episode! I'll give a more generic opinion about it here and put all the spoilers below the cut!

I think it was really nice, I didn't check how many APs I used but I saw someone else mention that it's around 1200 APs which I think is fair! I was scared about it at first because I'm not sure if I'm the only one who noticed that, ususally, the first episodes are either shorted/cheaper and that new episodes that come out are much more expensive... I hope that won't happen!

The outfits are pretty cute, also I noticed that if you want to, you can unlock the other outfit you missed for 150 hearts! It's just to unlock it in the shop without having to replay the episode, you still have to purchase each piece separately but I think it's alright since the prices are really cheap!!

I don't really know what else to add and still be spoiler free, so now it's time for spoilers! you've been warned!

I'm so so happy with how they get Candy to react everytime... I love that she changes expressions accordingly and it's much more fun!! Also I think I screenshotted(?) almost all of Jason's scenes,, I'm sorry I'm just so down bad I kept giggling everytime he said anything,, I think that's why it took me a while to finish the episode lol...

Petronilla you're so real for that... Me too... (he awakens the goblin inside me...)

Honestly I really think that we should keep this in mind everytime he opens his mouth because it's actually so true... Also how are you so obsessed... Keep it going...

He wants to kiss her so bad I just know it... He's like that one kid that bullies you just because he's into you and doesn't know how to behave

"Little kitten"

...

I'm so done with this guy he's so shameless and I love him for that,,

The illustration is very pretty! He's so handsome why can't he just do a backflip off of Goldreamz's roof (He's so pretty sometimes it p*sses me off lmao)

I think I'll try to edit this one soon too!

I think it's pretty funny that she calls him that, yeah I can see how he's a loser... (I be calling him things just cause he's pretty and annoying I swear)

She's so... I'm so gay leave me alone,,,,,

ALSO ISTG she's going to be the end of me and my wallet, I can't help but always buy both her's and Jason's special scenes (I still haven't understood if you can get the illu's without buying the scenes... help,,) and on top of that of course I'll say that I'm going for Jason's route and then buy Amanda's illus because I can't live without it,, Beemoov let me be poly for once, Petronilla has two hands for a reason!! Either let us (Me and 'Nilla) have the same outfits for both Amanda and Jason so that I won't have to spend 350 extra gems or idk;;-;

The doomed yuri... The forbidden yuri... Petronilla you're so gay... Idk I think I can hear "I wanna be your girlfriend" by girl In red from miles away... We're so over ;A;

If I get the time I think I'll try to edit this one as well!! So so pretty!

I also wanted to mention this... Man he's just like me this guy is autistic as F**K I'm telling y'all... I relate to that so much, especially the fact that he apparently seems to be thinking in percentages as well (By that I mean that at least I tend to make my decisions based on calculations and such... That's why I like to joke about having a computer for brains lol)

Looks like Beemoov's writers did their homework on this guy cause if he's actually autistic-coded I think they did a great job! Autism is a spectrum in the end but I really resonate with how they're potraying it with Thomas! Kudos!

Last but not least... Jason's text after finishing the episode... I'm shipping Jason and Petronilla so hard,,,,,, I love the blue&pink contrast, they were made for each other your honor... If we add Amanda they can be the Bisexual flag together...

[keirawantstocry]

Prompt: fitpac learning about qtubbos nightmare polycule with 2 gods. Maybe bc he's possessed and they're arguing in his body LMAO

i made the nightmare polycule worse hope that helps

There were strange unnatural glints in Tubbo's eyes. That was the first thing that made Fit and Pac realize it wasn't just him inhabiting his body. Pac had seen the same look in Mike's eyes when his goddess wife was possessing him. 

"Oi!" he said, looking curiously at the person currently in control of Tubbo. "Who are you?" 

A voice similar to Tubbo's but louder said, "It is me, Tubbo. I fuck like crazy." Its voice descended into crazy laughter. Not Tubbo's laughter. 

The inflection was deep on the uh syllable of Tubbo's name to the point where even an idiot would be able to tell this was not Tubbo. 

"You're not Tubbo," Fit said. 

Not Tubbo turned his face to Fit. "Heyyy sexy." 

Fit froze. "I'm sorry what?" 

Not Tubbo's face shifted into a concerned expression as his voice got higher and softer. "Ignore him. So sorry guys. My boyfriend is an idiot." 

Tubbo's voice broke through. "He's an asshole!" 

The female voice slipped back over his with a deep sigh. 

A new voice cut in over the two of them, deeper than both of them. "Well, Tubbo's the idiot who signed the marriage papers." 

Pac and Fit exchanged a look. 

"Is your husband in there?" Pac asked carefully. 

The voice that appeared first came back. "Yes. I am his husband, who wants to fucking know?" Not Tubbo squinted at him. "Is one of you the man he's trying to leave me for?" 

Pac burst into laughter as Fit simply gaped in disbelief. "No?" 

"Não, não," Pac affirmed. "I am very pro-poly. We can all have him." 

Not Tubbo seemed content with this answer. "Fine. Still my husband." 

Tubbo's voice forced its way through once more. "You have a girlfriend?" 

The feminine voice cut over Tubbo's, softer than both of theirs but taking priority. "I'm used to it. He keeps flirting with men in front of me." 

The deep male voice shoved its way through. "That's true. We had gay sex yesterday." 

"That's not true!" Tubbo said, sounding so exhausted. 

"Yes it is," the deep voice said. 

"We're in a polycule," Tubbo's husband, Tom Pac thought his name was?, said. 

"No, we aren't!" Tubbo cried. 

Pac couldn't stop the laughter bubbling out of him. 

"We're getting a fucking divorce!" 

Tom's voice took the reins once again. "No we fucking aren't. Molly is fine with this." 

The feminine voice, Molly cut in, sounding amused. "Did you ask me if I was okay with it or did you just assume?" 

Not Tubbo rolled its eyes. "I don't need your permission dear. If I say you're okay with it then you're okay with it." 

The deeper male voice made a return. "You are a horrible boyfriend, you know that right?" 

"Shut the fuck up, Jack," Tom said. 

Tubbo took control again. "Sorry for the crazy amount of voices today, guys. Tom and Molly and Jack are all here. They're excited to talk." 

"It's been so long," Molly said. "Since we've had a human host to inhabit." She lifted her hand up to study it before smiling gently with Tubbo's mouth. It was slightly eerie. "Such a strong one as well." 

Pac nodded. "Oh yeah he's very strong." 

Tom's voice came through aggressively. "Hey, stop flirting with my husband." 

"You were literally flirting with me like three minutes ago?" Fit countered and Tom squinted at him before sighing. 

Tubbo laughed. The laughter wasn't just his own; it was a mix of a deep roarous laughter, light giggles, and the familiar tremor of Tubbo's laugh. 

"That's so freaky," Fit said softly to Pac who turned to him with a grin. 

"So cool though, right?" 

As the voices began to bicker over each other, Fit just laughed to himself. "Yeah, so fucking cool."

[romainlettusdinnerparty]

hi i just finished heartstopper and am having 5 million thoughts and am determined to get them all off of my chest 🫡

1. genuinely hilarious to me how all the promo for this season was about it being “raunchy” and “horny” while this is like some of the least horny sex ive ever seen on tv (not necessarily bad and also pretty expected,, just the juxtaposition of how the actors spoke about vs the reality of the show makes me giggle a little like why are these 20 something’s so adorably amused by this lmao)

2. im obsessed with tao. i think will gao might be the best actor on this show. this is a cringy little show and if youre gonna watch it you have to acknowledge that and embrace it and sometime you Will Cringe but!! will gao somehow is so authentic with tao’s cringyness its never actually cringe worthy?? i have absolutely no way to put this into words i simply Adore him. he kinda feels reminiscent of donald glover as troy barns in this way somehow idk if that makes sense

3. i am also obsessed with imogen. riah noorwood’s physicality is actually fucking brilliant to me. like this girl was raised in the theatre it is so obvious and i love her for it so so much. her face is so expressive and BODY just like is twice as expressive?? like wtf are you drinking girl?? im in love with her and her giant giant eyes.

4. where heartstopper kinda loses me sometimes is the language? and not just cuz they say weird little british things cuz their weird and british but more in the way of how they verbalize their experiences with queerness. like it is always very clear, very straight to the point, very labeled. i feel like this most often comes up with isac and asexuality, darcy and being non-binary, and elle talking about dysphoria. it just feels unrealistic in a way that takes me out of it. like we are taking a moment to pause, turn to the audience, define this experience in exact terms, and then come back to the actual emotion of it. and i dont really know how i feel about it tbh? like in someways it is important and necessary and a part of good representation is the audience being aware of what you are representing. but i often do feel like this need for very specific, completely defined, clearly stated representation takes away from the humanity of it? gonna bring this back to stranger things for a moment: take will and jonathan in the pizza freezer. this is essentially a coming out scene but it is beautifully subtle and true to the character’s and the way they would react and express themselves in this moment. i do not think the scene would have been made better if will had to explicitly state he was gay for jonathan to understand him. and maybe thats really the crux of this: i feel like the goal of using this specific terminology is all in favor of the Audience Understanding not the character who they are speaking to. i think a lot of queer people, even intermingling identities like sexuality and gender, will kinda be able to just pick up on things? without having to spell them out? and at least in my experience, most people find the spelling out to be the worst part - wishing someone would get it without having to volunteer the actual language. so when a character immediately starts using the agreed upon label, not coaxed out of them, not reluctantly, not as a Thing, just as a “this is how i view this and want to say it” feels kinda unauthentic - at least to my experience. and weirdly enough, in my experience, those labels are super helpful! i love a box! huge fan! but in casual conversation? not so much. in conclusion, i would much rather have elle talk about what her dysphoria being triggered felt like, have tao understand what that means for her and her identity of being trans and her relationship with that identity, rather than just knowing that tao and elle both know what gender dysphoria is.

5. back to imogen: they did a great job with her. that scene with nick and saying she might have never liked a boy? perfection. they did not have to say the word comphet for me to get it. ive been there. we Get it. the labels and ,,, i almost wanna say therapy speak? almost feel like its to hold the hand of the straight audience. those who might Not intrinsically Get It. and thats ok, just as a queer viewer it takes me out of it sometimes :/

6. nick’s friendships with lesbians are my favorite thing in the whole entire world!!! him and TARA??? omfg i love love LOVE tara!! and ofc him and imogen,,, theyre just so precious to me!!!! my absolute favorite arc in general for nick is him finding his community - his queer community. like we see he is so lacking in good friends in season one, (absolute favorite moment of that season, and has been since i first saw it, is after nick comes out to tara and darcy and them and him and charlie are all texting about getting tao and elle together and darcy says something along the lines of “we’re all such meddling gays i love it” and we get a focus shot on nick’s face and he just looks so fucking happy to be apart of it!! a part of the “meddling gays”. like just so readily and without exception accepted into this community in a way that is not just made of tragedy, its a bit goofy!! its a bit silly even!!) people who he has things in common with and actually likes and who like Him not just for being cool and on the rugby team with them, to now him having this absolutely lovely community of friends who love and care about him is so precious to me. and him having the best time at the school he visits because of the community he can see there!! like ill die. this is my favorite part of this show forever.

7. goddd i had so many thoughts about eating disorders while watching this and im in such a different place in my life than when i first read this plot line in the comics but im a little like… idk i was just thinking about how i think almost every single girl or afab person ik has experienced some type of eating disorder or disordered eating or like - i just know no women with a good relationship to food i dont think. and im sitting here going - was this not taken seriously, IS this not taken seriously, Because it has to do with body image? because its not specifically linked to control or symptoms of OCD (not saying that girls/ afab people dont have disordered eating because of those things too but i think you would be hard pressed to find someone where its not at least a little linked to body image and female beauty standards) and instead just viewed as the typical “girlhood” experience? like this is just what growing up as a woman looks like. not a critique of the show, i just wonder if charlie was a girl, and had anorexia because he wanted to be skinny, would this ever be an actual plot point? or would this just be a truth of the female experience? Unextraordinary.

8. still think its so funny how unsexy the sex was. like ill never get over the way nick called charlie hot at the end there it just like?? encouraging?? he was not turned on. idk it was on brand but goooofy to me!!!

the end.

[wannaeatramyeon]

HELLO!!! It's me the anon that asked if you would ever consider doing fics for Tom Lee and Olly Wang, thank you so much for answering my ask AND IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR ITS NOT A DEFINITE NO!!! 😭😭😭🙏

In all honesty I asked because you have such incredibly good characterization of even the more unpopular but interesting characters, like the Logan fics are actually so so so wonderful, I was in so much genuine awe reading it, it felt so canon and true to the character, I found myself spacing off thinking about him more often now LOOLLLL. So that's why I was wondering how you would take chars like Tom and Olly, I think their characters are just so interesting in both their goods and flaws lmaoooo but unfortunately they’re a lil underrated. 🥹

I also majorly underestimated exactly how much your lookism fic list goes on for(in the best possible way), I’m not too used to tumblr layouts and I Just found out you have a wholeeeeee lot more fics than I previously knew and I’ve been having an absolute field day browsing through everything, it’s like discovering an even Bigger amount of gold in an already large treasure trove LMAOOOO. Thank you so much for everything 😭🙏💖 your dwindling insanity feeds the fandom big time LOOLLL!!!

Hi anon! Yeah it's definitely a never say never situation. But I do think fanon and my own HC has become my interpretation of the characters. I'm not toooo sure how well they hold up against canon tbh 🥴

Aw thank you for reading my Logan fics! My Logan phase was super short lived, then I fixated on Vin who is a little bit more fix-able, imo. Maybe I really should look into Hostel, including Olly and Tom Lee a bit more 🤔

Lmao my masterlist is here for anyone that is a bit lost. There's like 11 masterlists due to hitting link limits and trying to categorise them.

Not too sure how many I've published but for shits and giggles, here's my note app where I write shit and keep track of how many I've created (WIP and completed) and bitch is on 617 🫠

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heyyyy so basically i have an idea but idk if you write for Spiderman!Ethan Landry so if you don’t you can ignore this. butttt if you do i was wondering if you could do something like where the reader dates Ethan and one night she’s like walking back from somewhere and like something happens like she gets attacked or like someone steals something of her or like some weirdo starts flirting with her. But then Spiderman comes and saves the day :)) And then when he does he shows his face and the reader is like You’re spiderman? and He’s like yeah and She’s just kinda like wth and a bit confused cos she wouldn’t except it

Sorry it’s long btw it’s just a idea i’ve had for a while 😫

please and thank you 🙏 💕💕

AN ; it's ok! i love long reqs they give me more to go off of lmao

WARNING ; almost sa (nothing vivid at all!!), asshole-ification of frankie, that’s all i think?

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The music was blasting in your ears, there were too many people, you felt hot. You’ve had around 4 cups and they weren't making you feel any better. You needed to get out of this party asap, but you could barely make out the exit with the mob of people surrounding you. And as if the night couldn’t get any worse some dude named Frankie kept trying to hit on you, even after telling him numerous times that you had a boyfriend whom you were very content with. He eventually walked away to get a drink and you took your shot to escape the dense man.

After a bit of walking, you found the glowing neon ‘EXIT’ sign right ahead. You let out a relieved sigh before seeing that annoying familiar face. The think-witted boy couldn't take a hint for the life of him. You quickly ran to the exit in hopes he wouldn't follow you there as well. You hoped wrong.

“Will you just leave me alone? I told you already I have a boyfriend!” Before you got the chance to run off again he grabbed you by the arm firmly, which was sure to bruise up later. “What type of boyfriend doesn't come to a party with their girlfriend? You don't deserve whoever that asshole is.” You were stunned, how was he talking about Ethan as if he knew him personally? He didn't even know his name was Ethan!

“My boyfriend is not at this party because he's busy! But if I asked him I'm sure he would've agreed. And for the record, he's not an asshole. If anyone is, it would be you.” You said as trying to yank your hand away, only causing his grip to become stronger. “I’d be careful with your choice of words princess.” His free hand had started to creep up your thigh, slowly but surely. However before he could get any further a shadow flew apon the both of you. Before you could make out what, who, it was you quickly felt someone’s arms wrap around your neck. And it certainly wasn't Frankie’s, since his we're still wrapped around your thigh. However, that didn't last long as soon as you both realized who it was. Your local spiderman.

Frankie cocked an eyebrow, confused about why he was there, “What’s up with you? Aren’t you supposed to be where there’s a crime?”. Spiderman dramatically pulled his hand to his heart as if he had been shot, “What? I can’t hang out with my girlfriend?” He slightly tilted his head, giving you the signal to act along. Now, you were reluctant to play along, on one hand, you were dying to get away from Frankie, on the other hand, you did have a boyfriend. And it wasn’t Spiderman.

“He’s your boyfriend?” Frankie asked while taking a step back. You slowly nodded your head. “Now, are you going to back the hell off and leave her alone, or will I have to use my super cool and awesome spider powers?” He had said it in a goofy tone and very lightly, but you knew it was true. Spiderman cracked his knuckles, and while you shouldn’t have been laughing at a time like this, but the alcohol had completely taken over when a giggle just snuck past your lips.

After the threat, Frankie didn’t hesitate to walk back into the party, but not without muttering a few “stupid Spiderman” “fucking cockblocker” and some “assholes.” on his way in. As soon as he walked in Spiderman’s whole goofy manner had disappeared. He thought for a minute, about how he was gonna word whatever he was about to say. “He didn't-” He paused, anger laced throughout his voice. “He didn't touch you, right?” You noticed his fist had been clenched. You quickly shook your head “No! No! Just the thigh thing..” You watched closely as his first unclenched a bit, regardless still in a loose fist. There was an awkward silence after that, tension so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife.

“Did you drink anything?” He had asked, and even though it was quite obvious you were a tad bit tipsy you still nodded your head no. This caused a chuckle out of him, and if you weren’t mistaken it sounded just like Ethan’s but before you could ponder too long about it, the cold breeze of the night cleared any thoughts in your head.

“Can I walk you home? Just in case the freak comes back?” You shrugged while nodding your head. The both of you started walking in the chilly city before you realized you never properly thanked the hero. “Thanks, by the way. For, you know,” you responded while twiddling your thumbs idly. “No problem! I'm just happy was there!” His goofy tone had quickly returned as if it never left. Soon you two found conversations easily, switching whenever your attention span left the topic. You started to really see the similarities between him and Ethan the more you talked with the masked vigilante.

“You know, you really remind me of my boyfriend Ethan.” You paused recognizing what you said might’ve not come out the way you wanted it to. “Not in a weird way!” He laughed, Ethan couldn't help but poke some fun. “Really? Tell me about him” You didn't waver to start rambling about all the things you liked about Ethan.

“Oh, Oh! And he has the cutest curly hair I've ever seen!” you were fuming with excitement, even though you were only talking about him you could feel a smile growing on your face. “I have curly hair too,” you pushed aside his comment. “Yeah, but his is probably cuter. Definitely cuter actually. No offense.” And though you couldn't see it Ethan had a smile growing on his as well. “You sure it's cuter? You haven't even seen mine.” You quickly responded to his snarky comment. “Don't need to! He blows everyone else out of the competition!”. You both started to laugh before you realized you were already at your dorm.

“Oh, this is one’s mine! Thanks again.” and you were very thankful for the superhero coming to your aid, and providing some entertainment on the way here. He waved off your words replying “Again, it was no problem,” He stood there for about 30 seconds seemingly debating about something in his head.

He rearranged his feet while speaking, “Do you wanna know something’s about my girlfriend?”. “What?” you quickly replied accidentally sounding meaner than you had intended. His feet came to a stop, but only to move his hand behind his neck. “I mean, you told me all about yours, it’s only fair if I tell you about mine.” His tone had completely changed, nervousness evident in his voice. “Sure?” you replied, unsure of where he was taking this.

He went on to name her features, yet they were suspiciously similar to yours. Connecting the dots you thought out loud, “Wait..” And before you could even finish your thought Spiderman pulled his mask off. You took a step back, your lips slightly parted. “Ethan?”. He played with the mask in his hands before responding “Heya,”

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okay I ended this horribly but i had no idea how to pull it all together lmao ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO POST

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ok after the d word cumplay mention i cannot stop thinking about d word and tit fucking

oh my god... oh my god. right. GOD. imagine bringing it up to him?! bro would CRUMBLE.

maybe you're doing the sensible thing and just looking in the mirror and feeling your own boobs in the house one day to check they're alright (psa! if you have tits! do this! it could save your life!), or maybe you're just kinda holding them, as one does - either way, matty's side-eyeing you from his spot next to you, trying so so so so hard not to dwell on the way you're pushing them together and tugging them every which way. but he falls hook line and sinker when you let the slut voice in your head win out and say (bear in mind in my head ur a UK girlie) "isn't it weird that boys get really obsessed with the concept of titwanks (a.n. genuinely awful word. but it's in my vernacular. so here we are) when they're like fifteen and then never address it again lol? like look at my chest. it's nice. and yet have i ever been propositioned for a titwank? no". and matty's like "i need to sit down for several reasons. one, i can't believe you complain about me saying creampie and then proceed to use the word titwank right in front of me. two, you can't just ask me to look at your tits that casually and expect me to be alright. three, do you want to be propositioned for one, darling?" - you smirk at him and say "well, is it something you'd consider doing? actually, have you already considered it?", and matty goes bright fucking red and looks pointedly at the floor. you gasp like "matthew healy i cannot believe you've thought about fucking my tits before and you haven't told me. wtf", and matty's like "what have i done to you god you're depraved. excited about me thinking about fucking your tits. christ"; you giggle like "shut up, you love me. so, do you wanna do it, or not?", and matty kisses you like "i do love you, my sweet, slutty girl. and of course i want to. i'm not an idiot, babe".

thinking you literally lie down and shove your boobs together like "ok. i'm ready", and matty sighs but smiles at you and takes his boxers off - he's been hard from the second you started feeling yourself up, let's be honest lmao. you sit up slightly to jerk/suck him off a bit before you start properly, to get him wet enough that it won't hurt when he fucks your chest, and it's so sloppy and messy and hot that he genuinely has to be like "babe. if you don't stop now i'm gonna cum"; you're like "really? is this doing it for you that much?", and matty's like "no you don't understand this is teenage dream material. getting to do this with you, my girlfriend, most attractive woman ever? fifteen year old me would be fucking losing it". you smile and lie back down and say "well... go on, make your dream come true", and matty's like "jesus christ. alright". he does as you ask, thrusting slowly at first, then speeding up once you give him the go-ahead; it turns you on quite a bit, actually, both the knowledge that you're making him feel so good and the faces and noises he makes above you. you're desperate to make him feel as good as possible, verbally urging him on and then angling your head so he can actually sort-of fuck your mouth as well as your tits - once you introduce that, it's game over for matty, and he starts to climax so quickly that he'd be embarrassed if he couldn't feel any sensation but pleasure. he cums hard, half on your tits and half on your beautifully-smiling face, and the sight of you all covered in him almost makes him want to go again immediately; he doesn't, though, he gathers it all up on his fingers so you can lick it off like the good girl you are, and then you kiss for a little bit and matty murmurs praises and thank yous against your lips. and then, him being him, he wants to make you feel good, so he flips you to straddle him and says "alright. where do you want to sit to get off?" - whichever you choose, you know he's not letting up until you've cum about three times. you just made an old dream come true for him, after all <3

[hibischush]

How about round three of kissing heacdanons? >:3 This time with Balor and Valen, if that's okay with you. Thank you for your time! <3

Of course! Since I did Balor in the previous post, I'll just write Valen here for round four instead 🌺💗

This one is pretty safe but there are suggestive comments; ⚠️minors proceed with caution!⚠️

Similarly to Reina, I think that Valen would take a while to realize that she had romantic feelings for you

And even when she does realize it, it doesn't hit her like a truck nor really affect how she acts around you

I mean, besides flirting

Valen's way of flirting is very direct and honest

So you know when Valen is interested in you, and there's no mistaking that

And you have been crushing on her, so hard

The combination of her dead-panned humor, serious aura, and the way she puts herself together so elegantly just really does it for you lol

I think the place where you two first share a kiss would be at some type of orchestra or opera

Some type of black-tie event that causes you to dress to the nines

Valen always dresses smartly but she is pleasantly chuffed to see you do the same

Don't get her wrong, she finds you attractive even when you're in overalls and covered head to toe in mud

She offers her arm or accepts your arm as you walk into the venue

The event is thrilling both because of the show that is performed in front of you but also because of the tension building between you two

Like y'all are seated next to one another in the theater and she'll trail her nails up and down your arm, and lean over close to your ear to whisper questions about the act or if you're enjoying yourself

She knows what she's doing and it's working

Having fully enjoyed yourselves at the event, you both walk into the cool, crisp night outside the venue

"Did you enjoy yourself, farmer?"

You smile, "Of course, Valen. I always enjoy myself with you,"

Valen returns your smile and looks off into the distance, before saying, "I must confess, I had an agenda bringing you here tonight," and you cock your head in confusion

She clears her throat and begins with your name quietly, before gaining the confidence to continue

"As a doctor, I'm used to taking care of people. I very much enjoy it, too. But after I met and befriended you, I found myself wanting to be taken care of, with you being my caretaker. I wished to tell you that I have romantic feelings for you, and I wonder if you felt the same."

You are so red oml you are so thankful for the cold breeze to cool you down

Of course you accept her confession! You're practically bouncing on the heels of your feet, beaming widely at the white-haired woman

She releases a breath not even she knew she had, before taking your hand and slowly raising it to her lips without breaking eye contact

"Thank you,"

You giggle, flushed, before teasing, "Oh doctor, I think you could do better than that. Don't you know your anatomy? My lips are right here,"

She grins at you, her eyes crinkling, "Careful, I think you'll find that I know my anatomy quite well." she murmurs centimeters away from your lips, her fingers locked under your chin

When you kiss, the night doesn't feel as cold anymore

In moments after, Valen stuck true to her word of knowing your anatomy in particular very well 👀

Valen kisses you softly with purpose, and she loves to kiss you slowly and savor it

She'll usually cradle your face with her hands

She doesn't like to wonder much when kissing, usually sticking to your face

But she loves to come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, and pepper kisses on your shoulders

Don't tell anyone but Valen loves giving and receiving nose rubs while cuddling

And that her jawline is super sensitive but what no I didn't tell you guys that

I have a hard time writing witty, dry-humored characters such as Valen, but through writing hcs it's honestly helped push me out of my comfort zone and be confronted head-on with my struggles. Plus Valen is so mother that I had to lmao

[simon-loof]

Okay anon, who wanted to be convinced about Loofmar *cracks fingers* ekhem, this will be longish 🕵️‍♀️

Am I 100% sure they’re dating? No. But tbh it took me a while to believe o and n were dating. But like i said before, cause that was me as well, when there’s smoke there’s fire. And listen, there is that possibility that they’re just casual fuck buddies, ofc. They both belong to that „incestuous” group of friends haha

If you look at Omar’s IG this year (posts, not stories, although it stays true for stories as well i think), he doesn’t post his friends. At all. We don’t count Edvin because he’s been posted either as a part of YR or OMR. And even his last year’s posts – the only posts unrelated to projects were his own selfies. And his mom. Once. I checked lmao. 2022? Nothing, except 2 vacation posts with n (who used to be in those vacay pictures but they’re deleted now). Maybe some friends posts in these years were there before, but if so, they’ve been deleted as well which means Omar changed his posting habits and just doesn’t share the kind of stuff he used to (and omg the yesterday’s archive account show us what we lost 😭).

So why all of a sudden he decided to share 3 work-unrelated posts from his vacation, that included photos that were questionable? Posting the photo of him leaning on Simon with double hearts on his story as if to put emphasis on this photo which btw was not the first one in the post so that was not automatic. And then the spainmar tiktok with a glimpse of Simon? FOR WHAT PURPOSE, if not to soft launch. He’s not stupid, he knows all this would be questioned and investigated by fans. He admitted to watching people’s reactions on twitter. So why? For promotion? It’s not like he posted photos with Shawn Mendes lol, Simon is just a random person for his international fans. Simon, whose social media presence at the moment is super rare. Why would Omar randomly shone a light on him?

Think about how we have like 5 pics in total of Omar and Simon being in the same photo/video from 2020 to 2023, and now all of a sudden we have so many this year? Those black and white photos on the bed from someone’s birthday in April. The parade. I know Hugo was apparently there as well, but still. And the family picnic with loofs (hugo was also there, which makes me think he’s dating hilda maybe?). and the concert with loofs (and hugo, which again, hilda?). that Pedro person birthday from a few weeks ago. the selfie at the concert with a third-wheeling hilda. I know omar has some bold photos with many of his friends, but why this particular one was posted and deleted because it belonged to his private account? Simon at grona concert, which on its own no big deal, but that’s my entire point – on their own, none of these things are much/convincing. It’s when you put them together, when you see the patterns change, when you connect the dots. C o m e  o n. Has omar EVER said „hey, i have a bf, this is n?”. no! And he won’t say anything directly now either.

Which brings us to the last thing, the nail to the coffen: the stolen man tiktok. Let’s recap. 1. Omar’s not stupid and knows his fans are little detectives 2. Omar doesn’t say relationship stuff directly 3. Omar doesn’t post his friends outside of work (Sabotage TT was an exception) 4. Simon's kinda lowkey so Omar implying a relationship of any kind for shit and giggles makes no sense. So we take all that and still think that Omar went to Simon on a random day, in between formal events, radio interviews and Zoom interviews, in the same clothes, just to shoot a TikTok with him, shirtless, with a bag on his head, in his flat, playing the role of his „stolen man”. Sure :)

At the end of the day, it’s not that deep and this analysis is just in good fun because I'm bored 😎 If they’re not together, omar seems super content and that’s what matters

That must be my longest anon ever 😍 love it. I know a lot will just think tldr, but it's a nice long little recap of what happened over last few months.

And the last paragraph- whatever is or isn't going on, I just hope they're both happy. We're not seeing much of Simon but Omar looks super happy, so that's the most important thing 🙂‍↕️