#why do they do this to us and then expect us to be ok and somehow survive

[karikarasuno]

part one | part two | part three | part four

law is a grown man. with a hard job. a tiring one. exhausting even.

so he shouldn’t be embarrassed that he fell asleep on your couch watching your favorite movie like an old fucking man. nor should he be embarrassed that you woke him up mid snore with sleepy eyes and an amused grin.

“you sleeping over, sleepyhead or should i send you home?”

his mouth is dry and he’s comfortably full. and was having the best dreamless sleep. the best sleep he’s had in a while, really.

“I should go home,” he mutters, his voice hoarse from lack of use. he stretches and his spine cracks. you chuckle and smack him on the shoulder lightly before standing up and holding out your hands to help him up. he slaps his palms against yours, doing most of the work getting up but putting enough weight on you so that you think you’re helping.

“i guess this is goodbye,” you say, fingers toying with law’s expectantly. but law is still a little high. and more than a little sleepy. so when he looks back at this moment he can’t help but cringe.

he should have kissed you. you wanted him to kiss you. he wanted to kiss you. but he hugged you instead. one-armed and a touch awkward.

“oh! ok,” you muffle it into his hoodie, but he doesn’t remember responding. not until the next morning when he’s showering away the grogginess before work.

oh, he’s an idiot.

so yeah maybe over the last few days he’s been avoiding you. but he also has been busy. he had multiple surgeries. all very difficult to do. all successful. he shouldn’t beat himself over a kiss. or lack thereof.

he hasn’t been home for more than an hour before there’s a knock on his door. he's expecting company so he doesn't think twice before swinging the door open. but he expects cora to be standing there or even his sister. neither of which are taking up the space in front of his open door. instead you stand there with your hands on your hips and a very determined look on your face.

"you're avoiding me," you say rather bluntly. no hi or hello or how are you doing.

"i'm not," he argues, even though he is.

"you totally are," you point an accusatory finger at him, but he can't tell if you're actually upset with him or not.

"no, i've been busy this week," he shrugs trying his hardest to be nonchalant.

"oh so this has nothing to do with us making out in my kitchen or the fact that you thanked me for it when you left?"

he cringes again. what possessed him to thank you he'd never know. all he knows is that he's slightly mortified that he did. so fine, he's been avoiding you.

"you know, we don't have to make this weird," you continue, talking animatedly with your hands. "i mean we were really starting to become friends so if us kissing made things awkward then we don't have to do it anymore."

anymore. as if the two of you have been kissing this whole time.

"like really, we can forget it ever happened. but if the kiss was bad and that's why you're ignoring me just lie because then i'd have to start avoiding you and it will turn into this whole fucking thing."

he never realized how much you rambled. words are falling from your lips so quickly that he can only get the gist of what you're saying, but even that registers as ridiculous to him. of course the kiss wasn't bad.

"if you didn't like that kiss it would be such a huge blow to my ego because if i'm being honest that was such a great kiss for me, but if you hated it-"

"stop," he interrupts because at no point does it sound like you're going to run out of air. "i didn't hate the kiss. it was a good kiss."

"so then why...?"

"just come inside," he says, annoyed that his ac is being wasted by the open door.

and he doesn't register the way your eyes widen and your jaw drops when he closes the door behind you and pushes you against it. he's just trying to gather his thoughts. he's not trying to make a move. not really anyway. but with his hand splayed out across your stomach and your back firmly against the wood, he notices that you've finally stopped talking.

he sighs with relief.

"i don't regret what we did. i just have been feeling weird about what i said," he admits, almost wishing that he didn't.

"it was sweet," you grin, head tilting to the side.

"it was..." he trails off, electing not to even finish the sentence. "anyway i enjoyed the kiss so you can stop freaking out over it."

"how much?" your grin is growing smug and he hates how attractive he finds it.

"what?"

"how much did you enjoy the kiss?" now your grin is absolutely shit-eating.

"enough to do it again," he confesses. he sees the way your eyes light up, hell he feels the way your excitement builds when you adjust beneath his hand. the hand that he should’ve moved but decided subconsciously not to because he also enjoys the way you feel against him.

“so what are you waiting for then?” your heads cocks to the side and you look up at him with flirty eyes as your tongue swipes across your bottom lip.

“is that what you want?” he steps closer to you, his socked feet touching the toe of your shoes. his hand presses more firmly against your stomach and he watches the way your head thuds against his door.

everything was normal two seconds ago. there was no heat in his home. no tension pulling his muscles taut. but now he’s drawn to you in unexplainable ways. he’s going to kiss you. he has the choice but the way you’re looking at him makes him question if the decision really was ever his.

“come on then,” you whisper, hands sliding up his arms until your hands lock behind his neck, “kiss me.”

you don’t tug him down. you try to but law decides its easier to lift you off the floor so that you come nose to nose with each other. he likes the way you gasp when he uses his body to press you against the door again. he especially likes the way he can feel the exhale of your shock tickle his lips.

“fine,” he says just before his lips meet yours. he remembers kissing you the first time but because of his high everything was a little muddy. the memory tinged with just a bit of fog. like an overcast day.

this kiss though is going to be seared into his mind. you whimper when he kisses you. did you do that last time?

your hands are so insistent as you tug him closer. his tongue is already in your mouth so he doesn’t know how much closer he can really be. but you’re kinda desperate. for him.

it makes his head reel. and when you tug on his hair, the pressure on his scalp makes him groan. fuck, he really wants you. how you could ever think he didn’t like kissing you was beyond him. he’s already hard for christ’s sake.

“we should go to my room.” he hopes you agree. prays for it. because if you keep kissing him like this his knees will eventually give out.

“ok,” you respond with your lips still touching his. “i’d like that.”

he knows you expect him to put you down with the way your legs start to unhook from around him, but he tightens his hold on your hips. reluctant to let you go.

it’s been a while since law was able to touch and be touched like this. so the idea of letting you go now, when you were already so willing to be in his arms, will actually devastate him. a feeling he will have to reevaluate later.

instead he carries you off to his bedroom, not giving you the time or space to look around. not that there’s much to see given how painfully boring his home is. he’s a victim of millennial grey.

he tosses you onto his bed and he watches you bounce slightly before he’s climbing over you. his lips find your neck where he starts to place open mouthed kisses across sensitive skin. you arch into him and he really likes the way your breasts press into him as you do.

“you have a four poster bed?” the question rattles in his brain uselessly until he pulls away to see you gazing up at his bed frame.

“yeah… it was my parents before they decided to upgrade their bedroom furniture,” he says like it’s obvious before moving back down to kiss your neck again, this time trailing wet kisses across your collarbone.

“it would be so pretty if you draped those white thin curtains over it. you know the ones?”

he’s growing frustrated when he looks back up at you and you’re still looking at frame. almost as if you’re already envisioning it.

he tilts your head back towards him by pressing his pointer finger to your chin. your eyes slide over to him and he can tell you’re a little dazed. but he’s not sure if it’s because of him or his fucking bed frame.

“can you focus?” he grits out, eyes glaring into yours. you blink up at him, lips stretching into a salacious smile.

“on you?” you ask, very clearly knowing the answer but taunting him anyway.

“on me, exactly.” but law refuses to wait for an answer from you. he’s hard and his hands are finally on you and he can still taste the remnants of cranberry juice on your tongue. you’re driving him crazy.

he kisses you hard with purpose. the purpose to mostly shut you up. but to also keep your attention on him. he craves your attention. maybe he’s deprived.

none of it matters though because you whine into his mouth when he sucks your tongue. your hands come up to fist his t-shirt and your hips start seeking friction against the thigh he placed between your legs.

his hands push your top over your breasts, the fabric bunching beneath your chin, and exposing the poor excuse of a bra you have on. it’s just thin lace that does nothing to conceal how hard your nipples are. but it still decorates your chest in a way that has him salivating.

law dips his head down to press a kiss to your sternum, dragging his lips across your chest until his lips hover over one of your nipples. you wiggle relentlessly when he doesn’t do anything, instead he rests his nose against the top of your breast and he inhales the smell of your skin.

“don’t tease me,” you complain, nails dragging through his hair in an attempt to get him to do something.

“i’m not teasing,” he replies, his lips ghosting over your hard peak and smiling to himself when your hips stutter where you’re grinding against his leg.

“you are,” you whine, and when he glances up at you your head is thrown back and you’re trying to take measured breaths through your mouth. good, he needs you focused only on him.

“no,” his lips wrap around your nipple and you moan out so pretty for him. his dick twitches.

“i’m savoring,” he emphasizes before sucking your nipple into his mouth and dampening the transparent fabric with his spit. you moan out his name and his skin goosebumps at the sound. he’s thought of this more times than he’d care to admit but it dulls in comparison to the reality.

you’re clingy. and he short circuits at the realization. for all your quippy little comments and playful mocking you have little to no resolve right now. you’re putty in his hands. and your body is positively begging for him not to stop.

“law,” your voice is wispy and distant. your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are parted and you want him. need him. he can just tell.

he moves down your body and your hands follow. always touching him. he can’t get enough. he takes off your shoes rougher than he intends but you’re eager. so eager you start working your pants down your thighs.

“it matches,” he exhales after you kick off your pants and try reaching for him again.

“huh?” you scoot closer to the edge of the mattress where he’s standing, seeking him out again. his hand drifts between your thighs, fingers carefully dragging across your covered center. the lace of your panties is the same as your bra. the hair on his arms bristle when it occurs to him that you did this on purpose.

your hand finds his shirt, intent on pulling him towards you again, but instead he drops to his knees. law spreads your legs wide, massaging your thighs as he tosses your calves over his shoulders.

he kisses the inside of each knee, luxuriating in the feel of your skin against his lips. it really has been too long. when he looks up at you, you’re propped on your elbows staring down at him. your pupils are blown out and your shirt is still tucked beneath your chin and you look so expectant.

he doesn’t miss the way your hands ball up his comforter as he kisses down your thighs. or the way you bite your lip when his breath fans over your pussy.

law’s grip tightens on your thighs the closer his lips get to tasting you. he’s trying so hard to be normal but he finds it difficult when he can see how wet you are through your panties.

he slips his fingers beneath the edge of your underwear, sliding it off to the side. he groans at the sight. unintentionally. he takes two fingers and spreads you apart, the contact has your hips rolling into him.

you’re so responsive. especially when he dips two fingers into your entrance and drags your slick over your clit. he does that a few more times, watching as you clench around nothing every time he pulls them out.

“you say you’re not a tease,” you start, whispering because your voice is all breath at this point, “but it’s really starting to feel like you’re lying.”

he chuckles against your inner thigh, entertained. “i’d apologize but this view is too pretty not to appreciate.”

“i think you’d appreciate it better if you actually did something,” you breathe, voicing ticking up with impatience.

“and what would that something be?” he asks, fingertips resting at your entrance but refusing to go in further. he’s having fun. more fun than he’s had in a long time.

“something like this,” you say, reaching between your own thighs to move his fingers out of the way. it’s the last thing he expects you to do. to finger yourself right in front of his face. but he stares as you pump your fingers in and out with practice. they’re considerably smaller than his yet you still roll your hips as you meet each gentle thrust. you still moan in relief. you still sigh his name.

“move,” now he’s the impatient one. he can’t bear the sight anymore. he needs to satisfy you. so badly he swears his skin starts vibrating.

he removes your hand like it’s nothing, slipping your fingers into his mouth to clean them off. you gasp in surprise but he’s not really thinking anymore. it’s all just instinct.

he licks between your folds, groaning at your taste. you’re so wet, impossibly so. his eyes fall shut and he truly does savor you. he swallows you down over and over, his lips wrapping around your clit as your hips begin to circle.

“oh, law, you’re so good at that,” your hand finds his hair and a moan of surprise slinks up his throat at your praise. he needs to hear you say it again.

law returns his fingers to you. not toying with you this time. he hooks his fingers exactly the way you did a few moments ago. and you cry out, fingers curling in his hair.

“mmm just like that.” you’re still propped up on your elbows but your chin is resting against your chest and you can barely keep your eyes open as you watch him. your voice is soft and whiny and your movements start to become frantic.

“shit shit shit.” he’s pretty sure he’s leaking into his boxers. he speeds up and your noises increase in response.

your mouth is absolutely filthy. you beg and swear and ramble. it washes over him in waves, molten lust coursing through his veins.

“m’gonna cum, oh my-.” you collapse onto his bed as you come around his fingers and into his mouth. your thighs snap around his head and it muffles your pleas. but he doesn’t stop. not until he feels you go boneless around him. your walls the only thing still tremoring around his fingers as your breaths leave your lungs in satisfied wheezes.

he’s so hard it hurts, yet seeing you like this almost makes him feel like he got off too. he kisses his way back up your body. his lips soaked in your orgasm.

your hands are weak and shaky as you loop your fingers through his belt loops. somehow still wanting more from him.

“let’s take a second,” he gently wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you as he pecks your neck and cheek.

he would stay in this syrupy afterglow with you forever. he could keep you in these sheets for hours. that’s what he wants. it’s what he craves. but just like everything in his life nothing is ever convenient.

“kiss me again,” you plead.

but his lips never touch yours. there’s three loud knocks on his door. cora’s voice slips through the cracks.

“no,” he jumps off of you, searching his pockets for his phone. “fuck, i forgot my siblings were coming over.”

“what?!” you recover quickly, covering yourself with your hands as if you got caught by them. “that’s not something you forget!”

you’re scolding him. “you distracted me!” he retaliates and your mouth opens and then promptly shuts.

“that’s fair,” you ultimately reply.

he pulls his phone from his back pocket and opens his doorbell camera app.

“why are my parents here?” his voice is cold, drenched in his shock.

“oh my god, i cannot meet your parents like this! your brother was one thing,” you shuffle off the bed and onto the floor. “what do we do?”

“get dressed,” he tosses you your pants as he quickly adjusts himself in his. “i just have to think of something to say.”

“i came over for a cup of sugar?” you offer as you stick your legs into bottoms.

“ok no,” he rolls his eyes, “firstly that doesn’t happen in real life-,”

“it totally does.”

“and second, they’re never gonna believe that.”

“why not?” and you pout.

“because the likelihood of me owning sugar is very low,” he answers tearing his eyes away from your bottom lip. you’re starting to become a real problem for him.

“jeez, no smoking, no sugar. what are you? Mormon?” you try to fix your hair but you only kind of make it worse.

“yes,” he says, monotone and staring blankly at you.

“really?”

“no.” he laughs to himself.

“jerk,” you push him but not hard enough for him to budge.

“let’s just go,” he tries to tug you out of his room once your decent.

“no way, i am just gonna sneak out the back and cut across our lawns.”

“you can’t be serious.” he doesn’t see the problem.

“law, i refuse to meet your entire freaking family in pajamas and having just come all over your face. you really expect me to greet your mom like that?!”

well now that he thinks about it. he can still smell you on his face. and all he can think about when he looks at you is how pretty you look freshly fucked. maybe you should sneak out the back.

“i’m too old for this shit,” he shakes his head and unlocks the sliding glass door in his bedroom.

“i promise I’ll make it up to you.” you lean up to kiss him chastely but not wasting much time before you slip out the door and dart across his lanai.

the doorbell rings out loud and sharp. he doesn’t have the time to watch you go unfortunately.

“one second!” he yells out running to his bathroom to splash water on his face and wash his hands before jogging to the front door.

“what took you so long?” cora eyes him like he knows exactly what took him so long. but that’s impossible. his brother is just a menace.

“i was in the bathroom,” he lies. his sister bullies her way inside first, headphones on and texting furiously. next his parents walk in holding bags for dinner. it looks like enough food to feed ten families if he’s being honest.

“hi, sweetie.” his mom taps his cheek with her hand and he internally cringes.

“son,” his dad nods and claps him on the shoulder.

cora lingers though. he sizes law up before stepping over the threshold, leaning in close as he says “i saw her run out the back.”

law side eyes him, but says nothing.

“you scoundrel.”

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Epilogue)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Part 24

In the first months following Peeta’s return things are good. Calm. Until the night Y/N and Haymitch are lying in bed and she whispers, “I’m late.”

Haymitch’s arms tense around her. “No you’re not.”

“My period is late.”

She can’t be pregnant. He’s been careful. Y/N can’t be pregnant. “It’s gotta be something else.”

She sighs, “ok.”

The weeks that follow confirm that it is not, in fact, something else.

August Abernathy is born the following summer, with hardly any fuss. Completing their family and sealing the deal on Haymitch’s vasectomy. The little boy is perfect, Everest and Arista take to him immediately. Daisy takes some convincing, she’s not used to not being the baby.

She cries…a lot. Even at almost two she wants to be carried around. Y/N and Haymitch indulge her, she will only be little for so long.

Katniss and Peeta have settled in to her house in Victor’s village. Nobody knows what to expect in terms of rebuilding district twelve, so they are all surprised when Pollux arrives by train from the Capitol.

“What are you doing here?” Madge stammers, watching anxiously as he scrawls down a message.

“I wanted to see you.” He holds up the note to her.

“But you didn’t say anything in your letter.” The ones they’ve been exchanging over the past few months.

Pollux smirks, moving the pen over the pad of paper again. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Madge laughs, “thank you.”

He opens his arms for her.

“You’re gonna have to teach me to sign.” She insists, hugging him tightly to her. “I’ve been practicing but Katniss told me I’m not very good.”

Pollux passes a hand over her hair, nodding against her shoulder.

“Can you teach me how to sign, ‘I love you.’”

He pulls back slightly, searching her face.

“I love you,” she shrugs, “by the way.”

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Years pass, everything and nothing changes.

Katniss and Peeta become parents, earning Y/N and Haymitch the titles of Grandma and Grandpa, not long after they become Aunt and Uncle to Madge’s twins.

It heals something in them; holding their babies’ baby. “It’s a girl.”

“Why didn’t you call?” Y/N asks as the infant is placed into her arms. “We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” Katniss shrugs.

“Bothering us is your job.” Haymitch scoffs, “lay down, take a load off, I’ll make you some tea.”

Peeta watches his wife, carefully.

“How are you holding up?” Y/N asks, looking up from the newborn in her arms.

“I’m ok.” Peeta shoots her a tired smile.

Y/N returns the gesture as he takes a seat beside her. “Does my granddaughter have a name?”

“We were hoping you’d help with that part,” Katniss admits. Seems like something parents would help their children do.

Y/N busies herself counting the infant’s fingers, “of course.”

Katniss is snoring by the time Haymitch returns, he lies the throw blanket over her carefully, brushing bits of hair away from her face. “You did good, sweetheart.”

When he is ready Y/N hands over the tiny bundle of joy. “You too, Peeta.”

“Thanks.”

A little boy follows the next spring.

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Everest graduates high school, leaving soon after to continue his education in politics, in the heart of Panem. The Capitol is much different than when he was a child, still he is welcomed with open arms. A child of war heroes is always welcome.

It’s not until he returns home for the first time that Y/N is sure he knows more than he should. “He knows.”

He knows about their arranged marriage, and the cameras, and the meticulously timing of his conception. He knows all the horrible ways Snow would tug at their strings and make them dance like marionettes. He knows the lengths his parents went to make sure he didn’t know.

“I need to talk to Dad,” Everest tells Y/N, “alone.”

“Honey, I’m so-” Y/N reaches for her son.

“Don’t,” Everest takes a step back. “Please, don’t.”

“Everest.”

He explains, “I can’t look at you and talk about it. I’ll puke, like I did on the professor’s rug when I found out, and I need to talk about it.”

Haymitch sighs, passing a hand over Y/N’s back. “Give us a minute.”

Everest doesn’t miss the way his parents struggle to break apart. Or the way his father attempts to hide the distress caused by his mother’s absence.

“How much do you know?”

Everest crumbles, collapsing into his father’s arms.

Haymitch holds him, hushing his first born child. Wishing more than anything to take his pain away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We hoped you’d never find out.” Haymitch admits, “I’m not sure how it’d be relevant to anything you’re learning in school…”

“The curriculum covers the lives of victors. My professor didn’t know that I didn’t know, he pulled me aside after the lesson to make sure I was ok, given what happened to you and mom.” Everest swallows hard, taking a step back, “I just let him talk for a while. Told me everything I needed to know.”

Haymitch nods.

“Mom was my age when you got married.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I thought you loved each other. I thought you got married and had me because you loved each other.”

“We do love each other.” Haymitch assures him.

It must be true, in all their years back home after district thirteen, his father reached for his mother over a bottle every time. “But that’s not why I’m standing here now.”

“I wish it was different, son. I wish I could change it, but I can’t. I did whatever it took to keep your mother as safe and happy as I could. I tried to do the same for you and it kills me to think that I failed.” Haymitch scrubs a hand over his face. “The games, Snow’s plan, the rebellion and everything thereafter never mattered to us. It never mattered to me. All we wanted was to give you a good, normal life; away from all of it. We got to just be your mom and dad. Those were the happiest years of our lives.”

“My parents are Y/N and Haymitch Abernathy, I’m not ashamed of that.” Everest assures him, “I only wish I could have heard it from you.”

“Me too.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

Haymitch lifts a shoulder, “because I am ashamed.”

Everest’s brows furrow, a spitting image of his father, “don’t be.”

When the two of them finally return to the living room there is nowhere to hide from Y/N’s wide, inquisitive eyes. Youth still clings to her features, despite her age. She is heartbreakingly beautiful.

“Daddy, I want to show you something.” August says, immediately rising from his place on the couch.

“Oh yeah?” Haymitch chuckles, allowing his youngest son to lead him away.

“Daisy did it.”

This ought to be good. “What did Daisy do?”

Their banter continues until they are out of earshot, leaving only Y/N and her son.

“You need to tell Arista before someone else does.” Everest says, simply. “Don’t let her find out like that.”

Y/N nods, “you’re right. I should have-”

Everest closes the space between them, pulling his mother in for a hug. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re allowed to be.”

“I’m not, not at you.” He wants to say more, to tell her how sorry he is for every horrible thing that’s ever happened to her. And how grateful he is for all the times she used herself to shield him from the world.

Y/N and Haymitch Abernathy are his parents, and it means more to him now than it ever has.

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“I think we did it.” Haymitch yawns, sliding beneath the covers and enveloping Y/N in his arms. “Everest seems alright.”

“Yeah.” Y/N nods, bringing his hand to her lips and pressing kisses to his fingers.

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you too.”

I love you more.

I love you always.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Pray when she looks at herself in the mirror She sees a queen, she sees a goddess OR I don’t believe in God, but I believe that you’re my savior

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @toasted-stiletto @district447 @stelacole

Companion piece to:

The Book Tour - You run into Sam while promoting your new book.

One Night In New York (NSFW) - You and Sam spend the night together in New York.

Six Months - Sam gets a surprise when he returns to Chicago.

Fate - You and Sam were always meant to find each other.

You look stunning in pregnancy. Seven months in and Sam can’t keep his hands or his mouth off you. It’s creating quite the problem this morning as he steps out of the shower because your standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a white maternity bra and panties.

“I look like a balloon.” You say, applying cocoa butter to your stretchmarks. Your body shape changing, you expected, this heinous little marks that are blossoming across your skin are something you didn’t plan for.

“You do not look like a balloon.” Sam protests, offended by the notion. He comes to stand behind you, his bare chest against your back as he cradles your stomach between his palms. “You look like a goddess, one who is bringing new life into the world.”

“Who knew you’d have such a breeding kink?” You murmur because you can already feel his enthusiasm straining against the white towel that’s slung low over his hips.

“It’s not a breeding kink.” He mumbles as he buries his face into the curve of your throat. “It’s a ‘my wife and I created something wonderful’ kink.”

“Ex-wife.” You remind him and he huffs because the term irks him even if it is just semantics.

“It’s bothering you huh?” He whispers, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he draws you closer, tucking you in against him.

“Being married to you, it’s important to me.” You tell him as you settle back against his chest. “It’s important to her too, I can feel it.”

“Ok then.” He says, his lips brushing over your temple. “Let’s do it. If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what she’ll get.”

“But what about what you want?” You say turning to face him. “I don’t want you to commit to me like that if it’s something you’re not ready for.”

“Elle honey.” Sam says taking your hands and guiding them around his neck. “We should never have got divorced in the first place. I wanted to take it back the moment I signed those papers. The two of us fixing that, nothing would make me happier.”

“Then let’s elope.” You say, raising up on tiptoes to kiss him. “Let’s disappear for the weekend and come back married.”

“That really will give my residents something to talk about.” Sam chuckles as he uses his body to walk you back towards the bed. “Do you still have your ring?”

“In my jewellery box.” You tell him as he sits you down on the edge of the bed.  Your fingers hook on the slender silver chain around his throat, tugging him closer. “And obviously you still have yours. All we need is a couple of witnesses.”

“I can handle that, Dean and Isobel are always looking for something to do on the weekends.” Sam submits, his forehead coming to rest on yours. “Are we really doing this?”

“Yea Sam.” You smile as you look into your husband’s eyes. “We really are.”

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[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

I had an appointment at Annabelle’s Daycare today (with P.). I was looking for a free childcare place for my son. For children under 2 years, it's really difficult to get a place. But I had no other options. My parents were both still working full-time and Nico, well! What should I say? He was never there for us anyway. Everything that had to do with our little one was stuck on me. Anyway, back to the actual topic. Philip! 🤨

After my appointment, P. and I went to his place. My little one was at my Mom's. She had the day off, so I had some time to myself. To be honest, I wanted to talk to Philip about Bianca. Their separation came quite.... unexpectedly? I have often seen the two together and rather had the impression everything would be fine. Just like B., Philip didn’t really want to talk about the breakup. Instead, he changed the subject and started talking about N..

Philip: Why is this thing between B. & me so important to you?

Me: She fell in love with you and Annabelle also liked her. 😕🤷‍♀️

Philip: So??... Listen! I’ve tried, but B. and I are way too different. Sometimes it’s better to go separate ways... But what about you? Why are you still so sad about Nico? I told you he wasn’t cheating! And as it turns out, I was right! 🤨

Me: Still, he doesn’t give a shit about me! Besides, I’ve been really fucked up the last few months. All those pills, I-.... I had to struggle not to relapse. I was alone with our Baby. He didn’t care about any of it, and even when I was in the hospital, he never called me! 😒

Philip: He called your Mom, and me! I talked to him about you. You slept for almost 3 days. You were so sick that you didn’t notice.

Me: Why are you defending him? He was at a fucking party in France, while his son and I missed him here at home.

Philip: I'm not taking his side. But I know the pressure he’s under. You have to understand, it's not just playing soccer - money is also involved. They expect performance from him! Success! If he doesn’t make it, it’s.... over for him.

Me: Ya, ya.. It's ok! I got it! You guys all stick up for each other.😒

Me: You nuts?...... What’s gotten into you? 😮

Philip: 😄😄😄 C'mon! I didn’t really kiss you. I haven’t even opened my mouth. 😄

Me: Excuse me?

Philip: I just... pressed my lips against yours. 😆

Philip: I just wanted to show- or prove, that I’m not only on N’s side! You’re also my best friend, honestly, I care about you. 

Me: Why do you keep embarrassing me? 🫣... This wasn't your first time! It almost killed you last time. Just saying: Stair railings!!

Philip: No, no, no! That was a completely different situation at the time! I wanted to prevent you from marrying Daniel! 🤨

Me: Yk what? I’m curious how you will explain this to N.?🤨

Philip: Chill okay! I had no bad intentions and Nico knows it! But ok, fine! I will tell him! And you’ll be also there when I tell him!

Well, tomorrow N. comes home. Great timing, I’d say.

Previous/Next

[ronearoundblindly]

What do the cevans + bucky guys do if someone's trying to move in on their girl? Someone with more of an in than a rando - an ex, a coworker, a friend.

So this took me a while because there's a difference between exactly who is making a move on you and exactly what your guy's situation is. I've done my best to generalize but also add enough context.

Warnings for some questionable reactions, language, and possessiveness. MINORS DNI.

James Mace

He's away for long periods, so I could see him being quite upset with someone getting too friendly while he's gone. Mace understands people are supportive of each other in stressful times; he can't be mad at you getting support, but if he ever caught that friendly, supportive guy touching you? Absolutely, a fight would break out. He's not bulky but scrappy as all hell, and he will viciously defend you(r relationship).

Curtis Everett

Possessive. Super duper possessive. If he gets a whiff of any other man in your life--in any part of your life--being interested in you, there's a 'talking to' that happens, and either the dude backs off respectfully or you never fucking see that guy again. All your exes are either dead to you or really dead. Period.

Jimmy Dobyne

Ok, shockingly, not that possessive. In some ways, he finds it flattering that others are interested in you. Why shouldn't they be? You're great. As far as them making an actual move on you, Jimmy expects you to shut it down firmly, quickly. The only time he'll get physically involved is if a guy tries to hit on you while you're drunk. Un-fucking-acceptable. Do not fucking try it, asshole. Jimmy don't care if that's your boss's boss or the goddamn governor. Step the fuck off his girl. You're allowed to enjoy yourself without fear of someone taking advantage

Johnny Storm

lol, what? What's going on? Unless Johnny sees or hears you distressed about it, he's not bothered. He trusts you, and he assumes you're having fun getting some attention unless you give him a look (or text) that says 'step in, please.'

Jake Jensen

Does the guy mind being doxxed? Does he want himself to suddenly receive subscriptions for gay BDSM magazines or have his personal number listed as a provider for STD treatment? "Hello, I'd like you to take care of my genital herpes." "Oh my god, man, my dick burns. You gotta help me!" "Uh, can you get crabs from a rimjob???"

Yeah. Go ahead, put that arm around Jake's woman and see what happens. Here's your copy of Anal Angels Monthly, dickhead.

Jake...won't actually tell you he's doing any of this, but he hopes that fucker goes insane or to jail. No big deal. What are you thinking for dinner, babe?

Lloyd Hansen

Um, he probably put you in the dude's path on purpose, honestly. Like you are there to distract while Lloyd works in the shadows of that guy's life and steals something, tortures someone, or lures them in to kill. Lloyd thinks it's nice you're so useful in this way.

If a nobody (to Lloyd) gets close to you, he doesn't really care because you know Lloyd's got that good D you'll come back to...🫣 He has his own criteria for who is nobody and who is somebody, and it doesn't really matter what you think of the person or who they are to you. They are you are either useful, or Lloyd doesn't care.

Ari Levinson

Whole thing about it here from Bedrock and Blueprints, but in general, I do see Ari as on-guard for you receiving unwanted (or wanted) attention from men close-r in your life. His go-to move is to plant himself like a brick wall beside you until you make it very, very clear to the guy that Ari is your one and only. He doesn't think of himself as a possessive person because he will do this subconsciously.

Ransom Drysdale

Usually gets nasty and snippy with you. How could you not shut down the flirting? How could you let the guy think he has a shot?? How come you didn't apologize to Ransom for the embarrassment??? It's bullshit, but good fucking luck getting Ran to see that...

Andy Barber

Mixed bag. Andy arbitrarily gets super-pissed or doesn't notice at all, based on the level of attention he's paying in a social situation. Maybe he's distracted by a case at work when you all are out at dinner with people, so the fact your recently-divorced coworker is thrilled by your concern for him goes right over Andy's head. Maybe you two are at a friend's wedding and your bestie from middle school wants you to come onto the dance floor with him for that song--the one you made up moves to back in the day,--but Andy refuses because you're his and promised him all the dances tonight. He's unpredictable without knowing the full context.

Steve Rogers

Whole thing about it here for Fools Rush In, but Steve doesn't really get flirting. He barely does it himself, so it's hard for him to recognize someone being too nice to you. Someone making a move on you--short of physically moving to take you somewhere--goes right over his head. He isn't the jealous type as long as there's trust between you. Steve might get a smidge frustrated if he can't relate/speak about huge, important subjects to you, but instead of being jealous of guys who can talk to you about those things, he just learns more about them to join the conversation. Pretty simple solution if you ask him.

If, however, the guy makes you uncomfortable, Steve will do everything possible to separate you from that, though he will do it discreetly in public so as not to draw more unwanted or uncomfortable attention.

Bucky Barnes

Highly unjealous until he is megajealous. No, those aren't words, but they are applicable. Bucky just lets most things roll off him like a duck in water when he's happy in a relationship. He'll start off a bit prickly while getting comfortable and gaining trust in you, but after that, he's all-in...until someone goes too far. If a guy you know is flirty or whatever, Buck's fine (excepting you don't seem mad or upset about it), but if one motherfucker professes his love for you and how you should ditch Bucky, etc, you'd be hard-pressed to find the words to stop Bucky from hunting that son of a bitch down. The guy would be forbidden from being near you, if you work together, someone has to quit, and if it's an ex? Well, likely that guy disappears off the face of the earth and his body is never found. The end.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[vicky-0933]

Snippet time!!!!!

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Walking in, you already had a bad morning, you know when you have a bad feeling and knowing it, it can bring your whole mood down. Well that’s happened to you. You just want to be alone for today. Heading in the teacher lounge, you walk towards the coffee maker, grabbing a mug, but before you pour the coffee, “Well look who it is, it’s the little mouse” Melissa teased, slamming the mug on the counter making it break, turning to her.

“Can you not, Melissa, can you for one day, stop with whatever this is. What, you get joy of messing with me, do you like it when I don’t say anything to you, why do you do this. I didn’t do anything to you, and I already told you Melissa, I don’t like to be called that, so use my name” you shot back, surprising everyone, cleaning up the mess, you leave the room, now not having coffee to help you through your day.

Later on, when you teaching your students, you hear a knock, “Jamie can you open the door” you ask the student, the student opens the door, and Barbra walks in with with a coffee in hand, “Hey sweetheart, are you ok, gave us a fright back there this morning” Barbra asks you, the bells rings, “Alrighty kids it’s time to go home, I will see you tomorrow” you tell the kids and they leave.

“I am so sorry Mrs. Howard, I am really am, but…… something happen this morning that’s really made me and mad when Melissa started talking and whatever, that’s when I snapped. I just….. I just want her to understand about my feelings, about how I want to be treated, I stopped saying anything because I know she likes to fight” you tell Barbra. She hands you the mug and you start drinking it, “Thank you, god I needed this, I was having a headache all day” you tell her.

As your talking to each other, you didn’t notice that Melissa was standing there, she started to feel guilty, she starts to walk back to her classroom. Soon Barbra leaves, you sit in your desk, feeling better with the coffee, you grab your things and head to your car. While walking there, Melissa walks up to you, “Hey sweetheart” Melissa tries to talk to you, “What do you want Schemmenti” you shoot back, not knowing what she is going to do.

“Hey there, look, you can relax, I am not going to do anything” she tries to reason, but for some reason you don’t believe her, “Yea sure, what are you going to do, look, I just got happy right now, ok, I don’t need you to ruin it for me” you tell her, thinking she is going to shoot something back. But she doesn’t, “Look, how about you come over to my place, I heard what you and barb were talking about in your room, and I want to apologize for it.” Melissa tells you.

“So now we are listening to each others conversations now, are we?” You ask her, “and what are you gonna do Schemmenti, huh, expecting me to forgive you after doing this for what, couple months thinking that I can forgive you like that” you tell her, she looks down, refusing to look at you. “You know, for me, it takes a lot of time for me to forgive someone. So if you want me to forgive you. Then show it, show me that I can forgive you. Then maybe I will consider forgiveness” you tell her, walking away to the door.

As you leave, Melissa just stands there, not knowing what to do. The next day you come in, feeling better, walking in the teacher lounge and saw Melissa there with two cups of coffee. You get ready for the comments to start but she walks in front of you and outs of her hand. “Umm here for you, Yn” Melissa says, but you just look at her, you roll your eyes and walk back to your classroom. “Yn wait, please” you hear Melissa beg behind you, you stop and turn to her.

You look at her with a disapproving look, but you notice that Melissa is acting different, “what can I help you with” you ask her, “Please Yn, just take the coffee, I tried to make it like how you make it, but I don’t know if it’s going to be good” Melissa kinda whispers, you grab the coffee and walk away. Melissa just stands there with her coffee, Barbra comes out the lounge, “Girl what was that, what are you doing” she asks.

“I don’t know Barb, I want to make it up to her, look I heard what you were talking about the other day, and now I regret everything I did, how do I do that” Melissa asks her, “look just give her some time, but just change a bit, little by little” Barbra says, trying to calm her down. Melissa starts feeling stressed, and Barbra hugs her, and now this time you listen in on their conversation. You sigh quietly and walk to your class, wondering what’s going to happen now.

After a while, weeks go by, and Melissa avoids you, and you understand why, and the group start to notice it. When all of a sudden, you get called to to janitors closet, and when you check it, you get shoved into it, about to fall but someone catches you. You look up to see Melissa there, you both just look at each other. “Damn they are so easy to manipulate” you hear Ava say, you both turn to see the group there, “what is this, what is going on” you ask getting off of Melissa but staying next to her.

“You both are not getting out there until you both forgive each other” Jacob tells you, you and Melissa look at him like you want to kill him. “Jacob, this-” Melissa starts to speak but the door shuts, leaving you both inside. What is going to happen now.

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What gonna happen now???

[kennahjune]

Choose Your Love

@maya-custodios-dionach hope it lives to standards!!

(And you: @mothymunson )

From:

(And yes, I am working slowly on my own soulmate AU)

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Steve had two soulmates.

Which was unheard of, ok?

And even worse (or better, but definitely worse (or so he thought)) the marks were /big/.

Everyone is born with their soulmates first words to them tattooed somewhere on their body. Cynthia Harrington’s was a simple “Hello, m’lady” on her collarbone. Tommy Hagan’s was “Literally what the fuck is wrong with you?” on his left bicep.

Those were simple, sweet (mostly), and charming.

Steve? Well, on top of having two marks, they were also very fucking long.

Like.

One took up the entirety of his back and the other the entirety of his right forearm. Steve had gotten Tommy to take a picture of his back for him so he could see what the fuck it said.

And—

Oh /boy/.

“Steve Harrington. A pleasure, really. The king gracing us with his presence after abandoning his castle. I can’t think of anything better. See Harrington— it’s people like you that wreck the young kids. Society puts these expectations, these rules, over our heads and demand we meet and follow them. But you know what? Not everyone can and not everyone does. Because what’s the point of being a part of this group when I’m naturally better suited for another one? Where’s the fun in us all being the same? Because if we’re all the same then there’s nothing to learn about each other! And seriously— forced conformity is killing people, both literally and figuratively. And— stop doing that it’s freaky— and having everyone shoved into a cookie cutter, perfect, bedazzled American dream vision is just— stop it— just not it. And— dude I’m losing my thought process would you cut it out? And you’re over here fucking— manipulating my sheepies into joining that stupid sortsball game thing. Sinclair was one of my best players and Jesus H Christ HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT CUT IT OUT!”

Yeah, that’s what was tattooed /permanently/ on his back.

This soulmate better fucking be worth it.

And on his forearm? Well— that’s a little better.

“Oh! Ok so I’m working with Steve Harrington! Steve! Hi! Ok no this is fine. I’m slinging ice cream in a stupid-ass sailors uniform with Hawkins royalty because why wouldn’t I be? Jesus Christ I can’t believe this is my life. And its not like I have anything against you personally it’s just that you have a very certain reputation and I really don’t think I can handle that all summer while working man—“

So, Steve’s soulmates didn’t seem to have the best opinion of him. Which. Fine— whatever. But also; ouch.

And what’s up with that anyway? What’d he ever do to them?

17 year old Steve scoffs at 15 year old Steve. More like what didn’t he do?

Now, 18 year old Steve rolls his eyes at 17 year old Steve and tells him to get over it.

He thinks he’s figured out what the “sailors uniform” part meant, staring up that the mall. Steve sighed through his nose and made his way to fucking Scoops Ahoy.

Well, here goes nothing.

The first week went fine; he didn’t immediately meet who he was meant to work with, so he manned the ship on his own with his little group of preteens running in and out occasionally.

And then he met who he was working with.

It was three days before Dustin was due to leave for camp. The bell above the door jangled and Steve turned, ready to greet whichever kid was coming to abuse his perks this time when—

“Oh! Ok so I’m working with Steve Harrington! Steve! Hi! Ok no this is fine. I’m slinging ice cream in a stupid-ass sailors uniform with Hawkins royalty because why wouldn’t I be? Jesus Christ I can’t believe this is my life. And its not like I have anything against you personally it’s just that you have a very certain reputation and I really don’t think I can handle that all summer while working man—“

Steve stared, slack-jawed at the girl he vaguely remembered from school. Rory or something.

She got really fidgety really fast, playing with the cool-looking chain necklace and the couple of rings she wore. Steve continued to gape.

“Um— Hi, yeah, that’s me.” Was his final response.

Jesus Christ get a grip Harrington.

It was her turn to stare at him, her jaw dropped and rendered silenced.

“No. No, absolutely not dude— I, I can’t—“

Steve would’ve felt genuinely hurt— and he did, a little— if she hadn’t looked so genuinely panicked to find out he was her soulmate.

“Hey! Hey no it’s ok! You don’t have to say anything right now or like— ever. If you don’t wanna be like that we seriously don’t have to. Um—“

She still looked really shaken, staring at him wide-eyed like a bunny. She kinda looked like a bunny. In a good way.

Steve allowed her another moment of silence before gingerly moving forward and waving a hand in her face. She flinched back violently.

Steve grinned sheepishly. This was absolutely not going how he’d wanted it to. “How about you go to the back and grab a bottle of water, yeah? You can call me back if you wanna talk about it and if you wanna leave today and pretend it never happened than that’s fine, too.”

She nodded, stepping around Steve to go to the back room where they had their breaks. Steve sighed wetly through his nose and pinched his bridge.

It wasn’t what he wanted. He’d hoped it be a sweet meeting; had dreamt of his soulmate running into him and rambling out of shyness but then he’d say something sweet and smooth and he’d wipe their fears away.

He didn’t want the rambling to be out of fear. He never wanted that.

And yeah, sure it hurt that his soulmate most likely didn’t want him back. It hurt a lot. But Steve was willing to accept it if it made her feel even a little bit better.

He went about his normal duties, the Rory-he-thinks girl not coming out of the back or calling him back once. That was fine, she deserved time to think about it.

The brat brigade came in a little bit after Steve’s run-in with his soulmate. They must’ve noticed something was up because they weren’t nearly as rowdy as usual. They probably thought they were being slick with the looks they shot him but Steve saw every raised eyebrow and furrowed forehead and scrunched nose they sent his way. It made him feel better about being rejected. Especially the hug Dustin and Will gave him before leaving.

When Steve finally closed up shop, he sighed again. He felt the tears spring to his eyes and without thinking fought to hold them back. Because—

It was fucked up. Yeah, ok, she deserved her own voice on the matter and Steve knew and respected the shit out of that. But he was allowed to have his own feelings about it, too.

Feelings that were startled out of him by a tentative voice behind him.

“Uh, Harrington? Steve?”

Steve jumped in his skin, spinning to maybe-Rory standing a few feet behind him.

“Hey! Hi, sorry. What’s up?” Steve gave her the benefit of the doubt, letting her have an out if she decided to not talk about literally being his soulmate.

She looked contemplative, opening and closing her mouth and staring at him with those bunny eyes.

“I can’t be your soulmate. I— I can’t tell you why, but I can’t. This really is so fucked up I know and I’m so sorry but—“

Steve smiled. If that’s where this was gonna go then that was fine, he could roll with that.

“It’s seriously cool, man. I have no problems with simply pretending this never happened.”

She seemed put out with his confession, but nodded nonetheless.

“But—“ Steve quickly added. “—is it cool if we stay at least acquaintances? I think soulmates are a least a little significant and I don’t think I could live with the idea of letting one of mine go from my life completely.”

“‘One of yours’?”

Shit.

“Um.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, turning away. “I have two soulmates? I uh— have you on my forearm and my other one on my back.” He admitted.

R-something stared at him with a dropped jaw. In Steve’s totally correct opinion, having two soulmates was nothing jaw-dropping unless the jaw-drop was “what the fuck” and not “wow that’s so cool”.

But whatever.

“You have… two soulmates? Can I see my mark?”

Steve mentally shrugged and patted himself on the back. She didn’t seem so scared anymore, so that was a win.

He held out his right forearm, letting her look at it at first and then gently take it in her hands. Steve shivered at the touch.

“Wow. Um— kinda have to tell you something now,” she blurted out, her eyes still gazing at the soul mark.

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Ok? Show me then.” He encouraged.

She lifted the her shirt a bit at her left side and Steve was quick to shove his hands to his eyes and turn around.

“Dude what the fuck!?” He spluttered.

“No no no it’s ok! Look!” She reassured.

Steve really didn’t want to look. Despite his high school reputation, he did not just have girls constantly ripping their clothes off.

But he slowly turned around anyway. The girl (he seriously needed to get her name) had lifted up just the side of her shirt, Steve could see just a sliver of her bra and he quickly diverted his gaze to her waist.

Where a bunch of words were scrawled.

Oh. That’s her soul mark of his, isn’t it?

Steve couldn’t really read it, his eyes being fucky after the plate to the head from Billy Hargrove. But he assumed they were his words from earlier; “Hi, Yeah, that’s me.”

Real pathetic, Harrington.

But whatever. She dropped her shirt after Steve let out a little “huh” sound. But she didn’t try to start up another conversation after. Instead, she lifted the leg of her shorts up to just below her hip.

There, Steve could see even more scrawl.

Ah.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” she said, a little smile on her face.

Steve felt his own grin forming. She had two soulmates.

“Ok— ok so we really don’t have to do anything then!” He claimed excitedly, his left hand doing a little flap thingy that jingled the bracelets El and Max made him.

She smiled a very toothy grin.

.

Then it was secret Russian codes and Russian torture because of stupid sailor uniforms and then a fucking flesh monster and— oh yeah— Billy Hargrove fucking dies.

(So does Hopper, but Steve can’t think about that without getting nauseous.)

And it’s also coming out on the floor of a filthy bathroom. Robin (he finally got her name) looking him in the eye and going off about fucking Tammy Tomphson who— for the record— sounds like a muppet.

And he doesn’t get a life-long partner like he’d always dreamed about, but Steve gets a life-long, Platonic with a capital P, soulmate.

And things are great, obviously.

The Byers moving isn’t.

And then Max is pulling away and Mike constantly looks either ready to cry or yell and Lucas is a lot quieter and Dustin doesn’t bounce like he used to—

Hellfire Club happens.

Eddie fucking Munson happens.

And then it’s rambles about new campaigns from Dustin, that bounce coming back slowly. It’s brighter smiles that maybe don’t match what they used to be but are still good nonetheless from Mike. It’s Lucas finally coming out of his shell and asking Steve for help with basketball tryouts.

Max doesn’t change much. But she’s not getting worse?

That’s a terrible train of thought, Steve.

Whatever.

And maybe Steve’s a little pissed. (Not jealous and definitely not pouty, Robin!)

He’s not pouty. He doesn’t get pouty.

He’s just mad because those are /his/ kids. Dustin is /his/ brother.

But Eddie fucking Munson likes nerd shit.

.

He’s picking them up from Hellfire on a Friday because of course he is.

Steve really tries to wait in the car but when it gets half-past seven he goes ‘fuck it’ and makes his way into the shitty building of Hawkins High.

He’s happy he has Robin right behind him, following him closely and snickering at his angry muttering.

Steve had told the shits he’d be there are 7:00 on the dot. They’d all agreed that they’d be out there by then and yet they were nowhere to be seen.

Far off in the back of his mind, Steve felt a little bad for interrupting their fun and having to pull them away. But Steve had other shit to do, too! Whether they think he actually has a life or not.

He hears Dustin’s voice first, because of course he does.

“Kid needs to learn volume control,” Steve mumbles, getting a gleeful punch in the arm from Robin.

He didn’t waste another moment before opening the doors to the drama room. (The only reason he knew where it was was because of Robin. But of course Steve would never admit that.) The bickering immediately ceases, Mike cutting himself off mid-snarky reply to stare wide-eyed and startled at Steve.

Then all Hell broke loose.

“Steve!”

“Dude what the fuck!?”

“You’re early, man!”

They kept throwing words at him, mainly accusing him of being early. Steve rolled his eyes and popped his hip, his hand settling there automatically. Somewhere beside him, Robin snorted into her hand.

“ALRIGHT HUSH!”

Lucas, Dustin and Mike immediately fell silent. Steve never liked using the words “shut up”, having been told to shut up his entire life. The kids made endless fun of his replacements but they make fun of everything they think they can get away with, so—

Steve eyed them and sighed harshly. “First of all; it’s passed 7:30.”

He watched Dustin go to say something and immediately close his mouth when Steve held a hand up.

“Second of all; I tried the walkie, and yes, each of your private lines or whatever.”

Mike was the one to talk this time, Steve letting him because there was honestly no shutting the kid up, like, ever.

“Our walkies are in our bags. Why didn’t you just come in earlier?”

Lucas and Dustin nodded.

“Because I didn’t fancy freezing my dick off.”

Dustin immediately gagged, Lucas snickering and Mike covering his ears and loudly going “LA LA LA LA”. Robin loudly cackled, holding onto Steve’s arm.

Then someone cleared their throat, and Steve was thrown into reality because, yeah; they’re not alone.

A guy with long, crazy-curly dark hair stands at the head of the table, nearly standing on the table; frozen with one foot actually on the damn thing like he was gonna climb it.

Typical of Munson, Steve thought with only a bit of bitterness.

Because that was Eddie Munson. Fucking Munson. The same Munson who aimed almost every lunchtime-rant at Steve. Who owes Steve like four lunches because he stepped in his when walking across cafeteria tables. The same fucking Munson who stole Steve’s kids.

“Steve Harrington. A pleasure, really. The king gracing us with his presence after abandoning his castle. I can’t think of anything better. See Harrington— it’s people like you that wreck the young kids. Society puts these expectations, these rules, over our heads and demand we meet and follow them. But you know what? Not everyone can and not everyone does.”

Steve’s mouth went dry, his jaw dropping slightly. He felt Robin stiffen next to him in her own shock. But Munson wasn’t done.

“Because what’s the point of being a part of this group when I’m naturally better suited for another one? Where’s the fun in us all being the same? Because if we’re all the same then there’s nothing to learn about each other! And seriously— forced conformity is killing people, both literally and figuratively. And— stop doing that it’s freaky—“

Steve had started talking along with him, losing the rhythm slightly in some places and knowing what Munson was gonna say before even he himself knew, but altogether knowing exactly how this tangent ended.

“—and having everyone shoved into a cookie cutter, perfect, bedazzled American dream vision is just— stop it— just not it. And— dude I’m losing my thought process would you cut it out?”

He was losing his thought process? Steve wasn’t having any thoughts to lose the process to right now. Simply focused on Eddie Munson and his big gestures and pretty eyes and pink lips— and reciting his own speech back to him, apparently.

“And you’re over here fucking— manipulating my sheepies into joining that stupid sortsball game thing. Sinclair was one of my best players and—“

“—Jesus H Christ HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT CUT IT OUT!” Steve finished off with Eddie.

They were both kind of panting, staring at each other unblinkingly and wide-eyed. Steve heard the kids calling his name and talking to each other around him. Barely registered the calling of Eddie’s name from the other people Steve failed to notice earlier.

Steve licked his lips, his mouth still dry. He watched Eddie’s eyes finally break contact to watch the movement. That was when Lucas broke the sudden hush that fell.

“Dude. What the fuck was that?”

Steve didn’t spare him a glance, didn’t bother chastising him for his language like he usually would. He didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab Eddie’s wrist, dragging him out into the hallway.

He vaguely heard Robin telling the kids to leave them alone, but Steve didn’t bother listening to sparing it a thought. He didn’t know where exactly this sudden pool or confidence came from, maybe the sudden change in the way Munson looked at him.

But Steve stopped at the end of the hallway and took them into one of the more secluded ones. Even if it was late after school and almost no one was around, he still led them into a janitors closet and closed the door.

Steve wasn’t able to say anything before Munson was firing questions at him.

“What the fuck was that? There’s actually no way this is happening— King Steve’s my soulmate? This is some sick fuvking joke and it’s really fucking messed up—“

“Don’t fucking call me that, yes I’m your soulmate, and no it’s not a joke.” Steve cut him off.

Eddie shut up real fast, his teeth hitting with an audible click. Steve let himself stand in silence for a moment.

This wasn’t what he imagined happening. Yes, Steve was prepared for his soulmate to be a guy just as much as they could be a girl. But he had no intentions of meeting him/her in Hawkins. Especially if they were a guy— which they, he is.

But more importantly, this just goes to show that Steve wasn’t meant to have a soulmate. At least not in the romantic form.

Eddie Munson wasn’t interested in Steve Harrington. Steve wasn’t even sure if Eddie was interested in guys at all. (Sure there’s rumors but fuck those and the people that started them.) Eddie hates Steve and Steve knows it. Sure this is the first time they’ve actually spoken (hence the soul marks) but they’ve seen each other in passing when Steve picks the kids up. Eddie’s always quick to glare and mock before leaving Steve in the dust.

His whole soul mark was him making fun of Steves existence (maybe not, but Steve deserved to be a little dramatic at the moment) and he’s not wrong! Steves entire existence up until the Upside Down had been a joke.

But he had seriously hoped— prayed to a God he didn’t really believe in— that his soulmate wouldn’t truly think so bad of him.

But— God. Eddie thought the least of him.

So Steve let himself stand in silence while he let himself think over what he wanted to say.

“Ok— look.” Steve started. “We don’t have to do this. If you want nothing to do with me, I’ll let you have that. If you want me to shut the fuck up and let you go back to your club thing and pretend this never happened then give me the word and I will. But I want you to hear me out.”

Munson was staring at him again. Steve hated that he couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. He was usually really good at reading people.

When Eddie made no moves to leave or speak— just crossing his arms and getting comfortable, the dramatic bastard— Steve continued.

“We’re soulmates. You’re my second soulmate.”

That made Munson’s eyes snap to his. But Steve held his hand up for silence and, for one in his life, it seems, Eddie kept quiet.

“My first soulmate is Robin, and we’re strictly platonic. If you wanna be like that, then we can call a truce and be acquaintances. Friends, even.” Highly doubtful, Steve thought. He wants nothing to do with Steve.

“But if you… if you wanna give it a go, I wouldn’t be opposed.” Steve said it like he wasn’t praying for Eddie to want him, too. Like he wasn’t ready to get on his knees and fucking beg for Eddie Munson to want him back. Steve Harrington was nothing if not pathetic.

He watched Munson swallow, his eyes trained on the bob of his adamsapple.

“Listen, Harrington…”

Steve’s mouth went dry.

“I just— I don’t…”

Well, this is it. It seems like all the moisture from Steve’s mouth went to his eyes. Get a hold of yourself, Harrington.

“That’s fine! That’s totally ok, man.” Steve was quick to reassure. Because just like with Robin, Eddie’s deserved to have his own opinion on the matter.

Eddie licked his lips but Steve didn’t follow the movement this time, his eyes trained on the floor.

He’s never tucking talked to Eddie before this. Barely gave him the time of day before his kids joined the club. He had no right to be so upset about it.

Next thing Steve knew he was driving the kids home, ignoring their concerned questions and glances and simply turning the music up.

When he dropped Dustin off (always the last), Steve drove himself and Robin to the Buckley’s place. Thank fuck it was a Friday.

Mr. and Mrs. Buckley didn’t question Steve’s presence. They smiled at him and he tried for a smile back.

He collapsed face first into Robin’s mattress, Robin dragging the desk chair over to sit in.

“What happened?”

Steve grumbled, knowing Robin couldn’t make out the words he was saying.

“C’mon, Dingus. Sit up or roll over.”

Steve did, rolling onto his back on his side of the bed (cause of course he has a side). They sat in relative silence for barely a moment before Steve breaks.

“I gave him the same talk I gave you.”

Robin glances at him. “The whole ‘we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want even if it literally makes me wanna die’ talk?”

Steve grumbles. “It doesn’t make me wanna die. Just disappointing is all. But he’s allowed to not want anything with me. There’s no obligations to this. He shouldn’t feel pressured to even be friends with me just because I have him quoted on my back.”

Robin snorts. “Yeah, your entire fucking back. There’s like— no room. It nearly circles around your waist.”

Steve manages a smile. “You’d think they’d choose a smaller font to write it in.”

Robin bumped her foot against his and laid down fully. Steve didn’t know how to continue the conversation. They had deep conversations like this, obviously. They’d been through hell and back and literal torture.

The silence stretched.

“Am I unlovable?”

Well damn, Harrington. Way to throw yourself into the deep end.

He felt more than he saw Robins head snap to him.

“No! You’re absolutely lovable! You’re so fucking lovable, Stevie. I love you so much, the kids love you so much.”

Somewhere in the back of Steve’s mind, he understood where she was coming from. They did love him. He knew that. And he loved them.

But he was more focused on it not being the same love.

Steve sighed, thoughts still clinging to his mind like the little bits of glue and paper he got stuck to his shirt in art in 8th grade. But he gave Robin a smile— albeit shaky.

Robin obviously didn’t believe the smile, but if there was anything soulmates were good for, it was reading each other. She let it drop and curled up around him.

.

Of course, the brat brigade wouldn’t drop it.

Steve picked them up for school Monday morning after avoiding them all weekend. Oddly enough, Mike was the first to express concern.

“So what the fuck was Friday?”

Steve spared him a glance in mirror, averting his eyes when he caught sight of the calculating look in Mikes eyes. Damn Wheelers, he thought fondly.

Robin, very unsubtly, put a hand on Steve’s thigh for support. Lucas and Dustin stayed quiet, but Steve could practically feel their squirming to ask about it.

“Friday was nothing. Seriously. Just a small misunderstanding that I need you guys to let drop.” Steve spoke firmly.

“It didn’t seem like nothing. You avoided us all weekend and the only reason we knew you were alive was because of Robin.” Dustin grumbled and sunk further into the middle seat. Steve held back a smile at the kid’s pout. A vague voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Robin told him Dustin got it from him. He told voice Robin to hush up.

“Ok, I’ll maybe explain it to you guys after school. If—and I mean IF— I want to. Things are still kinda fresh and I want to talk about it on my own terms.”

When did Steve start sounding so mature? He mentally patted himself on the back. Robin gave his thigh a squeeze.

He watched a look pass through the boys in his backseat; a look that kinda scared him. But Steve decided to trust them when they all nodded.

He gave them all their own hugs when they pulled up to the school (Robin getting the longest, just for her to whisper for him to take it easy). He drove to work feeling a little lighter on his feet.

The disappointment was still there; he wasn’t sure it’d ever truly go away. But Steve would deal with it. He had his people. And his people loved him just as much as he loved them.

And that would have to be enough.

.

Of course Dustin, Lucas and Mike didn’t let it drop. The moment Steve drove away Robin turned on them with a smirk and handed them a Polaroid, told them to stay out of trouble, and promptly walked off with that Vickie girl she’s always around.

The three of them gathered around to stare at the picture; it was labeled “1979 soul mark” in what was obviously Steve’s handwriting but messier. Steve had surprisingly neat handwriting; it was very loopy and sometimes bordered straight-cursive.

The picture was obviously of someone’s— supposedly Steve’s— back. They had to have Lucas read it because Dustin and Mike were shit with the fine print.

When Lucas was done, they all shared a glance.

“That’s like, verbatim what Eddie said to Steve on Friday.” Lucas pointed out.

“I think Eddie and Steve are soulmates,” Dustin whispered, wary of the people around them still in the parking lot.

“Nice going, Sherlock, I think you cracked the case.” Mike snickered. Dustin whacked him in the chest.

Lucas pocketed the Polaroid, all of them making their way into the school for first period.

.

Of course, the first thing Dustin does during lunch in drag Eddie by his jacket sleeve into the deserted halls ways.

Jeff, Brian and Gareth tried following but Lucas kept them back. Lucas was more likely to get them to listen because he more “responsible”.

(Which was bullshit. Mike and Dustin were plenty responsible, thanks very much.)

Obviously, Eddie put up a bit of a fight. But Dustin kept dragging him by the jacket and Mike kept pushing him from behind when he tried to stop so eventually he let himself be dragged.

They ended up by one of the empty bathrooms that was closed for cleaning. Dustin ignored the sign and pushed the door open for them all to enter.

They deposited Eddie by the sinks and stood in front of him. Mike crossed his arms and Dustin put his hands on his hips. (Two stances they picked up from Steve, not they or he noticed.)

Eddie stared them down, unimpressed. He, too, crossed his arms, leaning back on the sink and getting comfortable. He even crossed his legs at the ankles, the bastard.

“You two, for the sake of your characters, better have a damn good reason for dragging me away before one of my speeches.”

Mike bit his tongue between his teeth to stop from smiling. Because it was one of Eddie’s “speeches” that got them into this mess.

“You and Steve are soulmates.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. And Mike said it like one. Eddie barely flinched, for his part, but Dustin saw the unease flash in his eyes.

Good. He wanted him to be uneasy. Because he had to have said or did something to Steve.

“I’m your babysitters soulmate. Sure. Your point?”

Eddie did a really good job acting unfazed, he’d give him that, but Mike saw the tense line of his shoulders and the working of his jaw.

“What’d you say to him on Friday?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure the both of you were there for that revelation.”

Dustin scoffed. “Not that, asshole.”

“Language.”

“When Steve pulled you away. What’d you say? Or do? I don’t know but something happened because Steve’s been moping.”

Eddie’s eyebrows raised but his eyes stayed narrowed, his usual doe eyes seeming more siren-like. “King Steve is moping because I’m his soulmate?”

“No.” Mike snapped. “Steve is moping because you clearly rejected him.”

Eddie studied them for a long moment before uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to the sink behind him.

“He gave me the option. I could leave and we could pretend none of it happened or I could, I dunno—“

“Give him a chance?” Dustin snarked. He was getting increasingly pissed. Eddie seriously just rejected Steve? Did he at least agree to stay friends?

“No not really,” Eddie answered when asked. “I really just want to pretend—“

“—that you’re not Steve’s soulmate?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yes. Jesus H Christ you two. What’s so wrong with that? I don’t have to like him just cause we’re fucking destined to be together or whatever.”

“Yeah but you didn’t give him a chance. You never give him a chance! You look at him like he personally killed your Bard in the most brutal way he could muster up.” Dustin pointed out.

“Would King Steve have given you an out?” Mike snarked, hitting a very good point. He mentally patted himself on the back for the guilty look Eddie finally gave him. “No. King Steve probably would’ve made fun of you or some shit. I don’t know. I’ve never met King Steve because he’s not that guy anymore.”

Eddie sighed.

“He gave you the option to be friends though, didn’t he? You reject him on that, too?” Dustin switched positions with Mike and crossed his arms.

“Did he tell you guys about this?” Eddie suddenly snapped, rubbing a hand down his face.

“No.” Dustin admitted.

“But he had the same talk with Robin when they first found out they were soulmates.” Mike finished off.

“Ok! Ok. Fucking Christ— so what do you want me to do?” Eddie glared.

Dustin and Mike shared a side glance that spoke volumes.

“How long have you had a crush on him?” Dustin smirked.

Eddie turned red so fast Dustin thought he might actually explode.

“What the fuck—“

Mike grinned. “We heard you talking about it with the other guys last month.”

Eddie eyes them with narrowed eyes. “You’re characters are fucking toast.”

“And so is your love life.” Mike rolled his eyes.

“Which is why you’re going to make it up to Steve because he deserves nice things.” Dustin concluded.

“So I’m… what? Wooing your babysitter?”

“Exactly.” Was the unison reply.

.

Why the fuck is Eddie Munson on his front step?

Steve’s wearing his “chill clothes”, consisting of his old basketball shorts (that are just downright indecent) and a black crew neck (the only piece of fully black clothing he owns) and Eddie Munson is on his front step.

For some fucking reason.

Because it’s not a Saturday. Not at all! Not Steve’s only day off for the next two weeks.

Why?

Why??

He thought he’d be allowed to wallow and sulk in his rejection in peace. But no. Eddie Munson is on his fucking doorstep.

Steve hates that he’s actually very happy to see him.

“Um? Hey, man.” Steve mentally slaps himself on the forehead. Get your shit together, Harrington.

Eddie raises a single hand. “Hey.”

Well, he didn’t seem to be doing any better than Steve in social greetings.

“Youuuuuu wanna come in?” Steve offered.

Eddie’s lips quirked up slightly. “Yeah, dude, that’d be great.”

So he let Eddie in. Phase one: done.

Now onto Phase two.

…

What’s Phase two?

“Ok, so just listen to me real quick,” Eddie started.

So Phase two was listening to Eddie Munson. He could do that. Except—

“I’m not interested in buying anything and I’m not really keen on hearing another rant about how I apparently promote capitalism by existing. I’ve already got that on my back.”

Eddie winced slightly, licking his lips (Steve didn’t follow the movement, no he did not) and looking at Steve with his big doe eyes.

What The Fuck.

“Yeah, ok— totally deserved. But! But this isn’t either of those things.” Eddie reassured.

Steve raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and popping his hip out slightly. He really just did it out of habit, finding his body automatically moving into the position. His brow furrowed slightly when Eddie’s eyes followed the movement of his hip.

There was something in Eddie’s gaze that made Steve pause and think, maybe, Eddie wanted to give a relationship— whether platonic or romantic— a go. He immediately shut that thought up. He was dumb, not delusional.

Eddie took a deep breath.

“Okay, so. I may have been really harsh on Friday.” He started. A good, albeit confusing, start. “And I’ve thought about it, and, um, I think I want to try being friends.”

Steve stared at him, eyebrows furrowed. Because, What?

Eddie Munson— Eddie Fucking Munson— wanted to be /friends/?

That wasn’t right. It was actually so wrong, in so many different ways.

Steve was so interested.

“Say something? Please? You’re freakin’ me out, man.” Eddie worried, snapping Steve out of thoughts. Steve cleared him throat.

“Um. Okay.”

Jesus Christ Steve wanted to jump out of a window.

“Okay?” Eddie asked, reasonably confused. Steve ducked his head and played with the sleeves of his crew neck.

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s be friends.”

They stood in silence, Steve watching the floor and Eddie watching Steve. Until Eddie blurted out,

“You’re really bad at this.”

Steve squawked. “I’m not /bad/ at this, I just— haven’t had any decent friends my age for a couple of years.”

“Dude, that is really sad.”

Steve grumbled. “I let you into my home, let you be my friend, and you— what? Insult me?”

Eddie snickered, and Steve found he quite enjoyed the look of amusement on his face. He flushed in embarrassment and scrubbed his hands over his face. Curse everything in this God forsaken world.

“You wanna stay and hang out? It’s my day off and I am NOT leaving this house short of one of my kids dying.” Steve asked, turning and walking into his kitchen.

Eddie followed behind him, padding along and taking in the house. Steve felt suddenly unreasonably insecure about the lack of… everything. The house was boring white and plain— curtesy of his ever-absent parents.

Steve, looking for something to do, grabbed a bag of chips and water bottle and sat them in front of Eddie like he would one of the kids. Eddie stared at them, like he’d never seen basic food before.

“Dude. It’s a bag of chips. Stop looking at it like it murdered your dog.”

Eddie gave him an unimpressed stare but popped the bag open and ate them. Steve felt very accomplished. He liked feeding people.

Steve was quiet, which wasn’t unusual. Everyone who hung out with him regularly would tell you that he didn’t ever really chime in unless to bitch about something or he was directly spoken to.

Eddie being quiet, however, was unheard of. And was scaring him. Steve eyed him suspiciously. Eddie noticed and raised an eyebrow.

“Now who looks like their dog was murdered?”

Steve huffed and angrily drank his water, spilling some down his crew neck in the process. He grumbled and wiped it off with his bare hand, not actually caring. He’s been covered in a lot worse shit.

“You’re being quiet and its scaring me.” He said bluntly. Great job, Steve.

“You’re not being any louder.” Eddie shot back, drinking his own water a lot calmer while maintaining eye contact. Dramatic bastard. Steve wanted to hit him. Maybe kiss him, actually.

Whatever.

“I’m not usually loud.” Steve countered.

Eddie smirked, and before Steve could even think to be mildly disturbed—

“I can change that.”

A pause.

Silence.

Then—

“Oh my fucking GOD I did not just say that.”

Steve watched in stunned silence as pure mortification overtook Eddie.

Oh.

Well that was—

Um.

.

And the rest was history.

Steve and Eddie got into a pretty good rhythm after that. Eddie got along swimmingly with Robin, much to Steve’s absolute dismay. And of course the kids already loved him. Nancy was her usual self— in which she showed she neither liked nor disliked Eddie but would occasionally smirk like she knew something they didn’t know.

Eddie teased Steve, a lot. He made jokes and remarks and playfully tugged him around. Steve in return would bitch at him, scowl and reprimand him but not move away from his playful holds.

And, well.

Things were good. Great even.

Steve was starting to think that, maybe, he could be something more with Eddie. That maybe Eddie /wanted/ something more with him.

And then the Upside Down strikes. Again.

And Eddie is a wanted criminal.

Which— insane, by the way. Eddie is scared of flies. Makes Steve kill them all the time. So entirely unrealistic charge.

But then it’s not just Eddie. It’s Max being in danger, it’s climbing through a hole in the Muson’s trailer to the Upside Down. It taking down a freaky fleshy guy with fire and guns and it’s—

It’s Eddie almost dying.

It’s Dustin’s screams and pleads as Nancy and Robin hold him back and Steve doing his damndest to patch Eddie up right there in the Upside Down.

It’s Max and Eddie both in the hospital.

Eddie wakes up.

Max doesn’t. Not for a while.

Steve is there when Eddie wakes up. Alongside Wayne and Dustin. Only allowed in because the government worked their magic and got Eddie’s murder conviction dropped.

Steve is there, when Wayne steps out and Dustin goes to visit Max, holding Eddies limp hand and listening dazedly to the beep of the heart monitor.

He’s there when Eddie blinks awake, when his voice cracks and he deliriously asks Steve if he’s in Heaven.

Steve laughs. Then Steve cries. Like. Full on ugly sobbing.

Eddie makes a full recovery over months of healing, staying at Steve’s house because their trailer is a proper wreck and Steve has the space.

It’s months of healing for both of them, months of nightmares and comfort, months of helping each other out in ways the others couldn’t.

By the end of it, they have not only matching soul marks, but matching battle scars as well.

Steve thinks they’ll be okay.

~

HI HELLO OH MY FUCKING GOSH.

It’s been a MINUTE.

This has been in my drafts since… idek. Over a year now?

It’s fine.

Time isn’t real anyway.

Really LONG by the way, so sorry. Maybe the longest oneshot I’ve ever written?

Hope it lives to standards!

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Cosmic Connection

Boo Seungkwan x Reader

Word Count: 4,725

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst, non idol AU, alien AU

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: While you're initially very uncomfortable around your new coworker, your feelings quickly shift after running into him at a mutual friend's party. The only problem is that you don't know if he wants the same things that you do.

Content Warnings: Seungkwan is an alien! This is your monsterfucking warning!! Unwanted flirting at a party (not from Seungkwan), some alcohol use, soft dom!Seungkwan, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, oral (f recieving), he spits in her mouth, multiple sex scenes, they're fucking idiots your honor, miscommunications, awkward moments. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: This fic was a (slightly late) birthday gift for the absolutely amazing Booki, aka @kwanisms! You're genuinely one of my favorite writers on this hellsite, and I'm really happy that we're friends!!! I hope that your birthday was as awesome as you are! Sorry about the fic being a few days late.

I also want to quickly acknowledge the lovely @gyubakeries and @hyperbolicheart for their help in the brainstorming process and listening to me yap during the writing process! I love y'all <3

Taglist: @xomakara, @notyourjaem, @heechwe, @shadowkoo

Fic is under the cut.

You knew that something weird was going to happen the moment your boss introduced you to the newest member of your department, Seungkwan. For the most part, he was a normal guy, if a bit shy, so at first, you had nothing to back up the feeling of unease in your gut that started the moment you laid eyes on him.

And then you actually talked to him.

“Hi, welcome to the team! I’m (Y/N),” you said, reaching your hand out for him to shake.

“Why is your hand out?” he asked, looking at you like you’d done something offensive.

“I’m offering a handshake,” you answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because in your mind, it was.

He responded by saying, “Oh, ok,” but he made no move to shake your hand. He just stared at you, and that was when you noticed that his eyes seemed to have star shaped pupils. The sight struck you as odd, but you tried to write it off, assuming he was just wearing weird contacts.

There was an awkward silence after that, so you brought your arm back to your side and said, “Well, I hope you have a good day.”

“Thanks. You too,” he responded, but every word sounded far too rehearsed. You were still a little bit suspicious of him, but in the end, you figured he was just nervous about starting a new job. So, you went about the rest of your day, ignoring your new coworker.

Seungkwan was attracted to you from the moment that he laid eyes on you. He didn’t quite know what it was about you, but he really wanted to get to know you better. Of course, based on how uncomfortable you looked after he introduced himself, he was pretty sure that he’d fucked that up irreparably. So, he decided to just give you some space.

Working with Seungkwan was far more awkward than you’d originally expected. Sure, you knew that the two of you probably wouldn’t be best friends, but every time you tried to talk to him, he acted weird in some way. If it wasn’t something that he said, it was something that he did.

For the most part, you could ignore the jokes that you honestly weren’t entirely sure were jokes. But the way he acted around you was odd, to say the least. Every time you looked at him, he turned away from you like he hoped that he’d disappear if you kept looking. Sometimes, you tried to approach him, and he ran the other way. Not walked. Ran. Like he was trying to get away from a serial killer. You had no idea what the fuck to do in those situations.

So, in the end, you decided to just not talk to him.

Unlike your expectations, you started to warm up to Seungkwan after you ran into him at your friend Soonyoung’s birthday party. Shortly after you arrived, Seokmin, another friend, approached you and asked, “Have you seen Seungkwan?”

“No, I haven’t. Why?”

“He showed up, got into an argument, then disappeared. We figured you might know where he went.”

“Why would I know where he is? We don’t even interact outside of work.”

“But he said- oh, nevermind. I’ll keep looking for him. Thanks.”

“What did he say?” you asked, but before you knew it, Seokmin was gone.

After the slightly strange interaction with Seokmin, you struggled to enjoy the party. You didn’t want to leave though, since you’d been looking forward to celebrating Soonyoung’s birthday with him for weeks. So, you choked back your discomfort and tried to focus on having a good time.

While you talked to your friends and enjoyed the many snacks that Soonyoung and your other friends had prepared for the party, you found yourself looking for Seungkwan. You had no clue why, though, since you really didn’t want to see him. In the end, you figured it was probably because Seokmin had asked about him. Still, you didn’t wanna worry about your coworker anymore that night.

At some point during the party, you were dancing with a few of your friends when you heard an unfamiliar voice calling your name.

You turned around to see a man you didn’t recognize in front of you, and you said, “Hi. Sorry, but you don’t look familiar.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Mingyu. We work in the same office.”

“Oh, right! Sorry I didn’t recognize you. How are you doing?”

“Better now that I’m talking to you.”

You cringed at the cheesy attempt at flirting, but you still tried to make small talk. Every one of your attempts was met with a similar response, though, and after a while, you started to get uncomfortable. Not wanting the conversation to go on anymore, you said, “Well, it was nice to see you, but I have to go now.”

“Where are you going?

“None of your business,” a third voice said. You turned to see who it was, and you saw Seungkwan glaring at Mingyu. He was so angry; you could have sworn that his eyes had turned red.

“Who are you?” Mingyu asked.

“Her boyfriend,” Seungkwan answered, grabbing your hand. You weren’t exactly thrilled that Seungkwan was lying about being your boyfriend, but you knew that it would get Mingyu to leave you alone. So, you didn’t say anything.

Mingyu immediately walked away, and you let go of Seungkwan’s hand before you turned to him and said, “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Both of you were silent for a minute before you asked, “Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure. That sounds nice.”

With that, you and Seungkwan started to dance together, and you felt just a little bit less uncomfortable around him. It took a bit longer than you would have liked to find a groove, so to speak, but once you did, you found yourself actually having fun with your awkward new coworker.

After Soonyoung’s party, you felt a lot more comfortable around Seungkwan. Sure, you still felt anxious around him, but it was a different feeling than before. Instead of the dread that used to fill the pit of your stomach when you saw him, you felt a kind of giddy nervousness instead. It was almost like you were attracted to him, but there was no way in hell that was possible.

At least, that was what you thought at the time.

A few weeks after the party, Seungkwan approached you at work with shaky hands and a soft smile on his face and asked, “Hey, do you wanna get dinner with me and a few other people after work?”

“That sounds great. Who else is going?”

“Seokmin, Soonyoung, and their girlfriends.”

“Are you asking me on a group date, ‘Kwan?”

“I mean, maybe,” he mumbled, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

You softened when you realized how nervous he was and said, “That sounds great. Where are we meeting?” Seungkwan gave you the name of a local restaurant, and you said, “I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.”

The rest of your day went by shockingly slowly, since you were so anxious to go out with Seungkwan. When the time finally came, you could hardly contain your excitement. So, as soon as your shift ended, you clocked out and drove to the restaurant that he’d mentioned earlier.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Seungkwan was standing outside waiting for you. When he finally noticed you, he smiled and said, “Hi! I’m really happy you could make it.”

“I really appreciate you inviting me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been here before.”

“I haven’t. Seokmin recommended this place. He said it had the right vibes. Not quite sure what he meant, but it’s a really nice place.” There was a brief moment of silence before he added, “Are you ready to go in?” You nodded, and he took your hand before leading you into the restaurant.

Once you were inside and seated, Seokmin looked at you and Seungkwan and gave you a knowing smile. You wanted to ask him why he was so happy, but you didn’t have time before Soonyoung glared at Seungkwan and said, “Come on, man. We talked about this.”

“Talked about what?” Seungkwan asked, though you knew from the tone in his voice that he knew exactly what Soonyoung was referring to.

You didn’t, however, so you asked, “What’s going on?”

“He knows,” Soonyoung answered flatly.

You turned to Seungkwan with a puzzled look on your face, and he said, “Sorry.” His apology left you even more confused, but you decided not to worry about it too much. You could just ask Seungkwan about it after you left the restaurant.

The rest of the dinner was pretty boring, if you were being honest with yourself. Still, you appreciated the time with Seungkwan and your friends. The conversations were funny, the food was delicious, and the restaurant’s atmosphere was warm and welcoming.

Over the course of the dinner, though, you noticed Seungkwan getting increasingly touchy with you. It started with him holding your hand whenever he wasn’t actively eating, but after a while, it escalated to his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles on your skin. You hated to admit it, but the gesture turned you on quite a bit.

By the time your meal was finished, and it was time for you to go, you were desperate. When Soonyoung and Seokmin weren’t paying attention, you whispered in Seungkwan’s ear, “Do you wanna go back to my place?”

“That sounds great.”

And with that, everyone was ready to go.

After you left the restaurant, you drove Seungkwan back to your apartment. The entire time you drove, his hand was on your thigh, slowly creeping closer to where you wanted him most as you got closer to your destination. When you finally pulled up at your apartment, he said, “You alright?”

“Yeah. Can we just go inside, please?” you asked, hoping that your embarrassing desperation wasn’t obvious.

Once you were inside, he pulled you close and kissed you, holding you like you’d disappear if he let go of you. When you pulled away from the kiss and looked up into his eyes again, you were surprised that the color seemed to have shifted. Whereas they were typically pale green, the irises now looked to be soft pink. The star shaped pupils remained, though, a feature of his that you’d grown to love. With a hushed voice, you asked, “What’s going on with your eyes?”

Seungkwan sighed like he was struggling to decide whether he should tell you before he said, “They change color based on how I’m feeling.”

“Where the fuck did you get contacts like that?” you asked, shocked by his answer.

There was a moment of incredibly awkward silence before Seungkwan answered, “They’re not contacts. They’re just my eyes.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that my eyes are just like that. My species-”

“Species?”

“Yes. Species,” he said. He paused for a moment before he added, “I’m not human.”

“Then what are you?”

“Well, the specifics are far too detailed to get into right now, but let’s just say I’m not from this planet.”

Holy shit. You were just making out with an alien.

In any other situation, you would have been terrified of the idea that you were speaking with someone from another planet. But because you were with Seungkwan, and far more turned on than you had any right to be in that moment because of how he’d treated you at the restaurant and on the way back to your apartment, you couldn’t help but feel excited by the idea.

You must have gotten lost in your thoughts, because the next thing you knew, Seungkwan let go of you and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“’Kwan, the only thing you need to apologize for is not fucking me already.”

A smirk appeared on Seungkwan’s face before he said, “Well how can I make it up to you, starlight?”

“Please just touch me.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere. Please?”

His eyes shifted to a darker shade of pink as he said, “Gladly.”

Seungkwan started to kiss your neck, biting down occasionally. Every touch made your head spin, and you almost forgot the other question that you wanted to ask him. In between soft moans that slipped out every so often, you asked, “What does the pink mean?”

“What pink?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Your eyes. You said they change color depending on your mood. Right now, they’re bright fucking pink. What does that mean?”

“Pink indicates arousal,” he answered matter-of-factly before going back to marking your neck. You shuddered at his words, more turned on than you wanted to admit by both the intensity of his gaze and of the color of his eyes.

“Fuck,” you groaned. “Want more. Please.”

“What do you want, starlight?”

“Want you to fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded and said, “Please?”

“Are you completely sure?” he asked. You nodded, and he said, “If you change your mind, you need to tell me.”

“I will, promise.”

“Good girl.” There was a brief silence before he asked, “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Follow me,” you said, taking his hand and practically dragging him to your room.

Once you were there, he smiled at you and said, “Strip for me, starlight.”

You did as you were told, watching Seungkwan rid himself of his own clothing. As you watched him undress, you couldn’t help but notice that, aside from his eyes, he looked strikingly human. At least, he did until he took his pants off.

That’s when you realized that his cock was bright blue and bigger than any that you’d ever seen before. The idea of that going into you was a little unnerving, if you were being honest with yourself, but it was also thrilling. You wanted, no, needed him to fuck you as soon as possible.

You must have been staring, because Seungkwan let out a soft laugh and asked, “So, do you like what you see?” You nodded in response, too turned on to speak properly. “Words, starlight.”

“Yeah, I do,” you choked out. “’s big.”

“Do you think you can take it?” he asked with a soft smile on his face and a teasing tone in his voice. You nodded, and he said, “We just talked about this. Use your words, or everything stops here.”

“I can take it. Please just fuck me,” you begged.

Before you could even process what had happened, you were pinned to your bed, and Seungkwan was aligning his tip with your entrance. Before he actually slid into you, however, he looked into your eyes and said, “Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told, and you felt a small amount of saliva fall into your mouth. The seemingly small gesture ordinarily wouldn’t turn you on, but because you were with Seungkwan, the action only made you more desperate for him to fuck you, if that was even possible.

After you swallowed, Seungkwan asked, “Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this? I won’t be upset if you changed your mind.”

“Seungkwan, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna break your dick off and use it as a dildo.”

With no further questions, he slowly moved his hips forward, and you grabbed onto his shoulders as a loud moan left your lips. After a brief moment of stillness to allow you to adjust to his size, he started to slowly move in and out of you. Loud whines slipped out as he fucked you, and you couldn’t help but notice the pink in his eyes getting just a little bit more intense as time passed.

“How does it feel, baby?” he asked.

“So good. Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“Not planning on it,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re doing so good for me, starlight.”

You moaned louder at his words, holding onto Seungkwan for dear life while he gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. As he fucked you, the sweetest moans you’d ever heard slipped out of his mouth, and every moment made you want more of him, if that was even possible.

It took a surprisingly short amount of time for Seungkwan to feel his release start to approach. He wanted to try to last a little bit longer, but when he saw the look in your eyes as he pounded into you, he knew that there was no way that was going to happen.

“Fuck, ‘m close, starlight,” he groaned. “What do you want me to do?”

“Cum inside me, please,” you begged.

That was all it took for Seungkwan to still inside of you as he reached his high, kissing you in an attempt to muffle the sounds leaving his mouth as he came undone. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out and dropped in front of you, attaching his mouth to your core. The stimulation to your clit was exactly what you needed to fall apart, screaming Seungkwan’s name as your orgasm washed over you.

While you caught your breath, Seungkwan helped you clean up and put your clothes back on. When he was sure you were comfortable, he put his own clothes back on, getting back into bed with you. Once you were both clean and comfortable again, he held you close and asked you if you were ok. You didn’t respond verbally at first, which worried him, but after a few more deep breaths, you said, “’m ok.”

“Was what we just did too much, starlight?”

“Not too much. Just a lot.”

Seungkwan laughed softly and said, “You’re so cute.” You whined in response, and he asked, “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m ok.” There was a brief silence before you added, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

“What was Soonyoung so mad about earlier?”

“What do you mean?”

“When we were at dinner, he said the two of you talked about something. When I asked him what it was, he just said, ‘he knows.’ What did you do?”

Seungkwan laughed and answered, “He saw the color of my eyes. That was his not-so-subtle way of warning me to chill earlier.”

“What color were your eyes?”

“Pink.”

“Really?”

“What can I say? I liked the dress you were wearing.”

You blushed at his words and said, “Seungkwan?”

“Yes, starlight?”

“What do purple eyes mean?”

“Are they purple right now?” he asked. You nodded, and he answered, “It means that I’m happy.”

“I’m happy too.”

“Good.”

A comfortable silence fell over the room, and you relaxed while Seungkwan held you. You didn’t mean to fall asleep, but you were so cozy, you couldn’t help yourself. When he noticed that you were asleep, he let himself relax too, falling asleep shortly after.

The next morning, you were confused as to why there was another person in your bed. Then, you heard Seungkwan’s snoring, and the events of the night before came back to you. When you thought about what had happened the night before, you found yourself getting aroused all over again, though. An unfortunate problem, but you would deal with it after Seungkwan left.

At least, that’s what you thought until you heard Seungkwan moan your name in his sleep.

With a soft voice and softer touch, you shook Seungkwan awake and asked, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything is fine,” he answered sleepily.

When the two of you made eye contact, you noticed that his eyes were pink again, and you bit your lip. With a teasing tone in your voice, you asked, “Is there something on your mind?”

“What do you mean, starlight?”

“Your eyes are pink again.”

“In my defense, you’re just so fucking beautiful,” he said before he kissed you.

A soft moan slipped out when you felt Seungkwan’s lips on yours, and you tangled your hands in his hair, tugging slightly. A groan left his mouth, and you pulled away just long enough to say, “Fuck me.”

“Oh, come on, starlight,” he teased. “You can do better than that. Ask politely.”

You rolled your eyes at the request, but you still asked, “Will you pretty please fuck me?”

“Good girl. Of course I will.”

Within minutes, you were both naked again, and Seungkwan had you bent over your bed. Just like the night before, he eased into you slowly, moaning softly as he felt you wrapped around him again. He stayed still for a few minutes to avoid overwhelming you too quickly, and so that he could savor the feeling for just a little bit longer. After a bit more begging from you, though, he started to move in and out.

“Fuck. Taking me so well, starlight,” he said.

“Feels so good, ‘Kwan. Harder, please.”

Seungkwan happily obliged your request, pounding into you mercilessly while he told you what a good girl you were for him and how good you felt around him. Every word he said left you even more desperate to please him as you lost yourself in pleasure.

Just when you thought that the pleasure you were feeling couldn’t get anymore intense, Seungkwan leaned down closer to your ear and whispered, “Play with your clit for me, starlight.”

You did as you were told, loud moans leaving your mouth as the combined stimulation from your hand and his cock brought you closer to the edge. You wanted to warn Seungkwan when you started to feel your release approaching, but before you could, you came undone around him, screaming his name as you rode out your high.

Seungkwan continued to gently fuck you through your release, stilling inside of you once he reached his own high. A loud groan slipped out as his orgasm washed over him, and you couldn’t help but think about just how beautiful you thought his voice was.

After you both came down for your highs, Seungkwan helped you to stand and cleaned you up, helping you back into your clothes once you were steady on your feet again. After you were dressed again, he put his own clothes on again and held you close.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he laughed softly and asked, “So, what do you wanna do now?”

“How about a movie?”

“That sounds great.”

Once you were cleaned up and comfortable again, you and Seungkwan spent the rest of the day watching movies and talking, getting to know each other better like you probably should have before you fucked him. As the conversation topic changed from your job to what his life was like on his home planet, you found yourself wishing that the two of you could have a different type of relationship than the one you had in that moment.

Seungkwan knew from the moment you looked into his eyes that morning that he wanted a deeper connection with you, and as he spent more time with you, he only grew more certain. The only thing he wasn’t certain of, however, was whether you wanted the same thing. So, after he went home for the night, he decided to play it safe and try not to come on too strongly.

The next time you saw Seungkwan at work, your interactions with him were far more awkward than you expected. Every time you tried to talk to him; he got flustered and refused to respond. You tried to approach him, and he’d walk away before you could reach him. All day, he avoided you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he only wanted sex. The thought killed you inside, but you couldn’t think of any other explanation. So, you decided that if he was going to avoid you, you were going to avoid him too.

Seungkwan knew that he was being a dick, but he couldn’t help it. Every time he saw you, he got nervous all over again, and he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. Not because he didn’t want to, of course, but because he was terrified of fucking up your relationship. Maybe if he’d known that you wanted the same thing that he did, he wouldn’t have avoided you in the first place.

Seokmin watched you and Seungkwan drift apart, and he wondered what the fuck happened between the two of you. The last time he saw the two of you, you were practically inseparable. After a while, though, the two of you would hardly even look at each other.

It hurt Seokmin to see his two friends fighting. Especially when they were as perfect for each other as he thought you and Seungkwan were. So, being the type of friend that he was, Seokmin decided to try one of the dumbest ideas he’d ever heard and pray to whatever god would listen that it would actually work.

To start, he texted you and Seungkwan individually, asking to meet at a local bar for some drinks after work the following Friday, without mentioning to either of you that the other would be there. You both agreed, and that was when the next step of his plan could begin.

When Friday finally came, you went to work like usual, hoping that you wouldn’t see Seungkwan or his stupid pretty face. You were in a far better mood than usual, though, since you were looking forward to drinks with Seokmin after work. It had been far too long since you’d spent time with your friend, and you were hopeful that a night out would distract you from your disappointment that things didn’t work out with Seungkwan.

Of course, because you were hopeful, the universe laughed in your face by sending Seungkwan to the same bar where you’d agreed to meet Seokmin. Right after you walked in and found a seat, he walked in and took the spot right fucking next to you. You wanted to walk away, but before you could, he turned to you, gave you a shy smile, and asked, “So, how have you been?”

“Don’t. I’m just here to meet Seokmin.”

“But he texted me a few days ago to meet him here.”

As you realized what your friend had done, you groaned and said, “That motherfucker.”

With a sigh, Seungkwan asked, “I’m guessing he texted you too?”

“Yep. This was a setup.”

“Well, since you’re here, we could catch up. If you want, that is,” he said, clearly nervous.

You wanted to ask Seungkwan why he was so anxious, but you decided against it. Instead, you asked, “Do you honestly expect me to believe that you just wanna catch up?” Sure, it was probably a dick move to ask that particular question, but you didn’t care. You were pissed off and wanted answers.

“I don’t expect you to believe it, but it is the truth.”

“We wouldn’t need to catch up if you weren’t avoiding me.”

“I am not avoiding you.”

“What is it called then when someone refuses to speak to you then, Seungkwan?” He was silent in response to that, and you added, “What did I ever do to you, anyway? We were fine one day, and the next we weren’t. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then what is it, Seungkwan? Is it because you just wanted sex? If that’s the case, just-”

“No. I didn’t just want sex.”

“Then just tell me what’s going on!”

Seungkwan was silent for a minute before he mumbled, “I was scared.”

“Of what?”

He looked up at you, and that was when you noticed that his eyes had shifted to a deep blue. Before you could comment, though, he said, “Pushing you away.” You were silent in response to his admission, so he sighed and added, “I like you a lot. I got so nervous every time I tried to talk to you. I just didn’t wanna mess this up.”

“You are such a fucking idiot,” you said, laughing softly.

“Wow. Ok, that hurt.”

“No, wait. I didn’t mean it like that,” you said. “I like you too. Now will you please stop avoiding me?”

With a smile, he said, “Yes.”

“Thank you.” After a brief pause, you asked, “Would you wanna go back to my place after this?”

“That sounds great, starlight,” he answered, his irises shifting to a deep purple.

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saw your post about requests! pls ignore if this wasn't what you asked for, but you said fluff and i'm wondering what seo moonjo would do if it was reader's birthday. bonus if he's trying to get reader's attention! thank you!

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꣑୧ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | it’s your birthday. So what’s a better time then to talk to moon-jo on the roof. A little company is what you needed and maybe that’s exactly what he could give to you.

The dingy apartment building smelled like mildew and something else, something indefinable, a mix of cigarette smoke and forgotten meals. The kind of place where neighbors rarely looked each other in the eye and time seemed to drag with a languid indifference. It was one of those buildings where the walls seemed to whisper with secrets.

You were used to the silence by now, the awkward shuffle of feet across narrow hallways, the flicker of dim lights. But then you met him.

He lived two doors down. His room, like everything about him, was shrouded in an eerie stillness. You’d often see him in the hallway, always calm, always quiet, like he was above it all. There was something magnetic about him, something that held you at a distance while simultaneously pulling you in.

It was the night of your birthday when it happened. You hadn’t planned on celebrating, but it felt wrong to let the day pass unnoticed. A moment of weakness, maybe, but you found yourself in the small kitchen of the apartment, quietly eating the chocolate cupcake that your coworker had gave to you earlier that day. The soft flicker of the lights seemed to stretch on forever, casting long shadows in the dim room. After eating the cupcake, you headed back to your room. Sighing, sitting on the dingy mattress on the floor.

That was when you heard the knock.

Three soft, deliberate taps on your door. You hesitated, then opened it.

Standing there, just outside your doorway, was Moon-Jo. His black long sleeve hung slightly loosely around him, and his dark eyes studied you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“Happy birthday,” he said simply, his voice low and even. There was no fanfare, no offer of a gift. He didn’t even seem to be looking at you directly, more like he was looking through you. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, he knew it was your birthday.

You blinked, unsure how to respond. “Thank you” you responded softly.

Moon-Jo remained silent, his gaze briefly flicking to the mess of papers ok your desk from work stuff. There was no judgment, no pity, just the quiet observation that somehow made you feel exposed. Then, before you could ask, he stepped back slightly, his hand reaching into his pocket.

When he pulled it out, you expected something sinister, maybe a knife or a strange trinket. But instead, he offered you a single, pristine rose. its delicate petals dark red, almost black in the low light.

“thought you might like it.” His eyes finally met yours, but only for a brief moment. The intensity was gone, replaced by something far more elusive.

Your heart pounded. “I… I —”

“It’s just a flower.” His words were matter-of-fact, but there was a subtle edge to them, like he was making sure you knew that it didn’t really matter either way. “Enjoy your night.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned, his footsteps fading into the eerie silence of the hallway.

You stood there, the rose in your hand, wondering why a man who barely acknowledged your existence on any other day would remember your birthday… and what exactly was behind that odd, almost detached gesture.

Later that night, you found yourself standing in the middle of your small, dim apartment. You hadn’t expected to feel so strange about the whole day, but it lingered, that odd gift Moon-Jo had given you, the single rose. But it was nice, sweet even. You’d never seen him really be that way. He was normally very.. mysterious? Going quietly in and out the apartment to work everyday. Coming back and not saying a word, only occasionally stepping out his room to interact briefly with the others. Wether it’s a fight, or just sitting in the kitchen area with them. Eating that meat they always ate. Slightly strange now that you think about it.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about it all, but you also couldn’t dismiss the odd sense of connection it created. What was it about him? His unnerving silence, his cryptic words… it made you restless.

The only place that felt like it might give you a break from your swirling thoughts was the roof. You hadn’t been up there since you moved in, but something pulled you toward it now, a yearning for fresh air, maybe just a change in perspective.

You made your way to the staircase, the breeze felt nice as you went up. The rooftop door creaked slightly as you pushed it open, and for a moment, you stood in the dark, the city lights scattered below you like stars, the hum of distant traffic fading into a faint murmur.

You let out a breath, the cool wind brushing through your hair, and for a moment, you forgot about everything, the building, the strange weight of the rose, Moon-Jo’s quiet presence. It was just you, alone, in the night.

But then you heard it—footsteps. Quiet, but deliberate.

You turned just in time to see him. Moon-Jo. His figure appeared against the dark sky. His dark black long sleeve and his black pants. As always, his gaze was unreadable, his expression cold, but there was something different this time. There was no attempt to hide his presence, no illusion of distance between you.

“Hello” he said softly, his voice barely carrying over the wind.

“Hi” you responded back softly. Eyes glancing briefly back at him before out over the balcony once more. your pulse quickening as he took a step closer, his shoes tapping softly against the rooftop as he moved toward you. The space between you seemed to close, and the air around you suddenly felt thicker, more charged.

You swallowed, unsure of what to do, but for some reason, you didn’t move. There was something about the way he was standing—so still, so deliberate—that kept you rooted in place, the strange sense that you didn’t want to make the wrong move.

“I didn’t think you’d follow me,” you said, your voice betraying the calmness you tried to hold onto.

His lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. “Well.. I was already up here. But I saw you come out so decided to come over to talk.” His eyes briefly flicked to the city below, but it was you he was still focused on. “You’re more interesting than most of the others. I thought you might want company.”

Your breath caught. “Company? Or are you just watching me?” You thought. “Oh okay.” You responded. Giving him a gentle smile, you had to admit, it was nice having somebody to talk to here. Even if it was a guy you were slightly scared of.

He tilted his head slightly, studying you, the smirk lingering. “It’s your birthday. I thought maybe you’d want someone to talk to.”

You nodded slowly, your fingers brushing the edge of the railing as you looked out at the city again. “I… yeah. I guess I wouldn’t mind that.”

The wind tugged at your clothes, cool against your skin, but the air around him felt warmer somehow — or maybe it was just the way his presence filled the space so completely. You could feel his eyes on you, even when you weren’t looking at him directly.

For a while, there was silence — not an uncomfortable one, but thick, expectant. You found yourself glancing at him again, taking in the way his face softened just a little in the moonlight.

“You don’t talk to people much,” you said before you could stop yourself.

He huffed out something that wasn’t quite a laugh. Sure he did, she just didn’t know it. “Neither do you.”

Fair point.

“Still,” you pressed, turning to face him more fully, “you remembered my birthday. You gave me a flower. That’s… not nothing.”

His dark eyes flicked to yours, and for the first time, you saw a glint of something that looked almost… amused. “It’s not nothing,” he agreed softly. “But it doesn’t have to mean something either.”

That strange push and pull — the way he kept you off balance — it made you want to understand him more. You studied him for a moment, arms crossing loosely over your chest. “You said I’m more interesting than the others. Why?”

He tilted his head like he was considering whether to answer. “You’re quiet. But not the same kind of quiet as them.” His gaze drifted toward the edge of the roof, where the building below stretched out into shadow. “You listen. You watch things, like you’re trying to figure them out. You don’t just… exist here.”

You swallowed. There was something unsettling about being seen that clearly.

“I guess I don’t feel like I belong here,” you admitted softly.

Moon-Jo’s eyes sharpened at that. He stepped closer — not enough to touch, but enough that the space between you felt even smaller. “That’s how it starts,” he murmured. “Feeling out of place. That’s when you start to wonder if you’ll ever find somewhere you fit — or if you’re meant to.”

There was something in his voice — a quiet understanding that made your stomach twist. “And you? Do you feel like you belong here?”

He smiled then, slow and strange. “I belong wherever I decide to be.”

You weren’t sure what to make of that, but before you could ask, he shifted the subject. “Why’d you come up here?”

You hesitated, your fingers brushing the cool railing again. “I guess… I just wanted to clear my head. It’s been a weird day.”

“The cupcake wasn’t enough celebration?” he teased lightly, and you blinked in surprise before realizing — he must have seen you earlier.

Your face warmed. “Were you watching me?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light, but your heart thumped a little harder.

He didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was low and calm. “Maybe.”

The air grew heavier between you again, and you found yourself struggling for what to say — but then, to your surprise, he saved you from it.

“Do you like the rose?” he asked, his eyes dropping briefly to where your hand rested against the railing.

You nodded. “It’s… pretty. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“I wanted to give you something no one else would,” he said simply. “Something that would last.”

Your throat tightened at that — because it sounded so thoughtful and strange and lonely all at once. “Thank you,” you said softly.

He inclined his head, watching you like you were a puzzle he was still piecing together.

For a while, neither of you spoke. But it was a comfortable kind of silence this time — one where you didn’t feel the need to fill the space with empty words. And when Moon-Jo finally broke it, his voice was quieter than before.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, you know,” he said.

You froze, startled — not just by the words, but by the way they felt almost… gentle.

“I— I’m not,” you said quickly, but it didn’t sound very convincing.

He smiled, a small, knowing thing — and didn’t press the issue.

But as you sat there together, the wind brushing against your skin and the city stretching out below, you wondered if maybe — just maybe, you didn’t mind the way his presence made your heart race.

The night stretched on, the air cool and heavy with the quiet between you. You found yourself glancing at Moon-Jo more often than you should. the way the wind tugged at his dark hair, the way the lights below cast fleeting shadows across his face. He didn’t seem bothered by the silence. If anything, he seemed… comfortable in it. And somehow, that made you feel a little more comfortable too.

“Do you come up here a lot?” you asked, your voice soft.

His eyes flicked toward you, that faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips. “Sometimes.”

You hummed in agreement, brushing your thumb along the railing. “Me too. It’s More peaceful than the building, at least.” You hesitated, then added, “The others… they’re kind of strange, aren’t they?”

His smile widened just a fraction, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Strange? How so?”

You shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how careful his tone was, like he was waiting to hear exactly what you’d say. “I don’t know. It’s just… they always seem like they’re watching. And they don’t really talk to anyone outside of each other. It’s like they know something I don’t.”

He was quiet for a beat, his dark eyes studying you in a way that made your pulse quicken. “Maybe they do,” he said, and there was something almost playful in the way he said it, but not quite. Almost like he was apart of it too.

Your mouth felt dry. “Do you?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he straightened slightly, his posture still impossibly calm. “You shouldn’t worry so much about them,” he said eventually, his voice low and smooth. “They like to test people. See what kind of person you are.”

That didn’t make you feel any better. In fact, it made your stomach twist. But then his voice softened.

“You’re different, though.”

You blinked at him. “Different how?”

He tilted his head, studying you like you were something curious. “You’re not like them.”

You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning. “And what about you?” you asked quietly. “Do you belong here?”

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he smiled again, that slow, unsettling curve of his lips. “Maybe.”

The wind picked up, brushing your hair across your face. You tucked it behind your ear, trying to ignore the way his eyes followed the movement.

“Why did you move here?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked at the question, caught off guard. “I—” You hesitated. It wasn’t a question most people asked here. The few neighbors who ever spoke didn’t seem interested in anyone else’s reasons. But Moon-Jo… his attention was focused entirely on you. And it made you want to answer, even if you weren’t sure why.

“I needed something cheap,” you said finally, your voice quieter. “I… needed to get away from things.”

Moon-Jo didn’t ask what things. He just nodded like he understood, and maybe he did.

he didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted closer, just slightly, and the space between you grew thinner. “You should be careful who you trust here,” he murmured. “Not everyone is as… friendly as they seem.”

Your throat tightened. “And you? Should I trust you?”

Moon-Jo’s smile was slow and light. “I suppose you’ll have to find out.”

The words hung between you, heavy and charged. But before you could respond, the rooftop door creaked open.

You both turned, and your stomach sank when you saw one of the other neighbors, one of the twins, you weren’t sure which one at first until you saw that smile. That smile and little giggle you heard that kept you up all night. He stepped onto the roof. His eyes landed on the two of you, and something about the way his mouth curled into that smile made your skin crawl. His striped shirt and big smile.

“Didn’t e-expect to see you t-t-two up here,” the man said, big smile on his lips as he giggled between his words, His eyes lingered on you. “N-Nice night for a c-chat, huh?”

You felt Moon-Jo’s presence shift beside you, his calm demeanor suddenly sharper, more focused.

“Go back inside,” Moon-Jo said, not loud, not aggressive, but there was an edge to his voice you hadn’t heard before.

The man’s smile remained. “J-Just being friendlyy.” But he didn’t move any closer. Something about him just creeped you out. Maybe it was the way he smiled all the time, or the way he’d giggle between sentences and drag out his words. You knew something was wrong with him but damn. What could be that bad? You almost felt bad for him in a way. Your eyes lingered on him. After a beat, he shrugged and turned back toward the door. “Bye byeee”

When the door shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath.

“What—” you started, but Moon-Jo cut you off.

“You shouldn’t talk to him,” he said quietly. “Or any of them. Not when you’re alone.”

Your heart pounded. “Why?”

But Moon-Jo didn’t answer. Instead, he stood, offering you his hand.

“Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s get inside.”

You stared at his outstretched hand, your pulse quickening, but despite the fear twisting in your gut, you didn’t hesitate long before taking it.

His fingers were warm around yours, steady and sure. And as he led you back toward the rooftop door, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d just made the right choice

or the worst mistake of your life.

💔 also sorry this took so long for me to post and if it’s not what you really wanted I thought it’s be a cool idea idkhelp💔💔💔

[hcgossips]

 A strike in the Ego

Apparently, that was the goal of whoever planned this PR, expecting to use a wh*re, an exhibitionist promiscuous to expose Cavill, apparently, managing to have control of his social media as well. Maybe, for a revenge or just for the pleasure of exposing a hypocrite for who he actually is.

Man! I would love to know who this person is and her/his reasons. Cavill agreed to play the escort in this circus for four long years, maybe because he thought he had no choice or maybe, because he’s just a cowardly jerk afraid of being exposed as a total idiot.

Someone on Tumblr said “ The way he has withered and morphed into in almost unrecognizable version of himself kinda says it all” after saying he’s despicable. Well, I have to agree with that.

This circus could have been avoided and wouldn’t have happened if he had strong moral standards and had  said NO to a few things, if he was truly a decent person and had a respectful team, if he had true respect for his fandom, profession and for himself, if he had refused to be pimped by his management for the spotlight, if he had focussed on his acting career, rather than being a Hollywood escort, ... None of this would have happened just if.

But, his goal was always the fame and spotlight as priority. Dignity DEFINITELY, DIDNT COME before fame. At least, not in the last four years. He exposed himself as a cowardly dude, a mediocre who chases fame no matter what and does what it takes to have it. Even selling himself cheap and being someone’s bitch for a role, tossing all his coins in sex appeal.

Well, now he doesn’t look that appealing, does he? He still looks hot, but definitely not appealing, for he lost the sparkle, his soul, he started trying to sell a fake eldery image of a man he’s not and exposed his mediocre Character.

He changes masks according to convenience. He’s presented himself as a crook, a swindler, a guy who plays dirty behind cameras, manipulates the media to sell the image of a fake decent man.

One of the most appealing points about him WAS the Character he sold as real (Now, apparently fake) and the respect he SUPPOSEDLY had for his fandom (thrown away in the first opportunity he had).

His attitudes or lack of them during these four years of gaslighting and narcissistic management tells me I had been a fan and respecting a lie, until this PR came out.

He became a crook, a manipulator, a hypocrite, an egocentric narcissist, a pretender, an avatar who disguises his fandom for likes, algorithms and roles and maybe, to hide a truth he doesn’t want people to know, but that has been surfacing as a strong possibility. Maybe, that’s why the need to fake paternity.

If all that didn’t happen intentionally to expose him, it was a huge amateur management mistake. If so, who would be the moron managing his career, for Christ sake? No! This was meant to be, meticulously calculated to expose him for who he really is, to make fans see the hypocrisy, the fake image of a man, the lies.

This time, he ignored precedents, was careless and allowed someone to expose his Character flaws. He was the perfect duck, who is performing this circus, trying to  sell a fake image of himself and of his promiscuous’ PR to avoid the truth and to save his ass.

Now, he plays the elderly gent with a son, which I believe it’s not his (OK if you disagree), beside a promiscuous sl*t who is doing a lot of effort to be seen as a respectful woman. I’m sorry! But, the pathetic, mediocre couple doesn’t convince me.

For four years, there were many obvious signs in their body language on how fake everything seems, how uncomfortable they have been, when appearing together. Yes, they are trying hard. He needs to convince the fake is real more than ever. But, I also notice that the pages apparently believing and posting the circus as true, are pages paid, fed and kept by their team to influence public opinion.

Cavill is in process of self distruction thanks to Viscuso and his team. And, has been looking empty and fake, always appearing in staged scenarios to sell an image that no longer convinces, always followed by paid paps that have the task to make him look good beside a tr*mp. He is the perfect muppet who, when ordered to jump, he asks “how high?”

P. S.: By the way, too many filters and too much make up, Viscuso.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Shortly after the meeting the couple found themselves back in the limo now on the way to the Hazbin Hotel to introduce Charlie, and everyone else essentially, to her new step mother. Lucifer noticed his wife fidgeting a bit he simply entangled his hand in hers and squeezed. She gave him a small smile and squeezed right back. When they finally got to the hotel doors Lucifer knocked on them getting a response from inside

Charlie: just a minute

Adaline: so does she know that it’s me you married, like ME, me?

Lucifer: well…Not exactly all I told her was that I re-married. I figured it would be better for her to find out in person rather than through the phone. Besides after finding out about Sir Pentious, you know the snake? not being dead I think she’ll be fine with you now

Adaline: yeah I guess that makes…wait WHAT?!

before Adaline could get anything more than that the doors opened revealing Charlie with a nervous smile on her lips

Charlie: Hi Dad! Hello… ma’am

Adaline: uhhhh

Charlie’s little guard dog appeared suddenly in the doorway as if sensing some unknown danger, even though there wasn’t any.

Vaggie: Miel is this the woman who’s your…

Vaggie stopped as she took a long look at the tall demoness in front of her. She looked deep into the golden eyes that she knew so well. Her mouth formed into a deep scowl, her eyes set into a fiery glare, as she summoned her spear and held it firm.

Vaggie: You!

Adaline: miss me Vagina?

Lucifer moved the spear away from Adaline: Now now, none of that.

Charlie: Wait, that's Adam!? You married Adam!?

Vaggie: Why? And why are you a woman?

Adaline puffed up her impressive chest: Jealous?

Vaggie scowled: No!

Charlie: Dad!?

Lucifer: Look I don't expect you to understand.

Charlie threw her hands up, exasperated: Good! Because I don't!

Lucifer: Because I love him. Her.

Charlie gave her father a look, one that didn’t look quite right on the otherwise happy princess.

Charlie: Dad. Inside. Now! With his head lowered a bit in shame he stepped through the doorway while dragging his bride with him. Charlie turned to him and said

Charlie: father may we speak inside my office?

Lucifer: of course sweetheart

the two then walked away leaving the Vaggie, Adaline, other residents who had gathered to meet Charlie’s new step mother.

Angel: Damn, you're hot.

Adaline: I know.

Husk: Modeste too.

Vaggie: Why the fuck did you marry Lucifer? Did you put some kind of spell on him is this a trick?

Adaline rolled her eyes: No, I can't even do that.

Adaline looked over to Alastor and Nifty and shivered unpleasantly at the memory of that little bitch stabbing her.

In Charlie's office she turned to her father with a look of disbelief.

Charlie: Explain yourself. Now.

Lucifer: (sighs) Ok, here it is when I saw Adaline err Adam I originally just thought to keep her under lock and key with a soul contract and then I would try to court her, and have this go as slowly as possible for you to become accustomed to her. Now obviously that wasn’t what happened but it’s not my fault she was acting like a brat and I had to take her to

Lucifer was cut off

Charlie: wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT! you kidnapped HER!?

Lucifer: ..... No?

Charlie: Dad what the fuck!?

Lucifer: I couldn't just let some random demons fuck her! She was naked on the damn ground I helped her!

He was going to leave out the part where he used his magic to keep his bride spread open for him so he could make love to her.

Charlie didn't need all the details.

As the two royals continued conversing with the other back in the lobby Adaline was keeping herself busy with the porn star Angel Dust. The two of them only knowing each other for a few minutes and yet with how the two demons were so similar they found themselves becoming best friends. Adaline was laughing at a joke Angel made when she found herself quite parched. She excused herself to get a drink at the bar.

Adaline: one glass of red wine please

Husk went to get a glass when his nose suddenly caught something and he sniffed the air. He put the glass down and crossed his arms

Husk: nice try

Adaline: what?

Husk: You thought just because you ain’t showing yet that I would give you any alcohol?

Adaline: showing? What are you talking about?

Husk: the boom in your womb? I ain’t risking my skin just for the king of all Hell himself to rip it apart because something happened to his kid before it was even born!

Adaline felt her heart stopped

Adaline: ….what did you just say?

Husk dropped his arms: Did you not know you're pregnant?

Adaline felt her eye twitch: Does this look like the face of someone who knows!?! How can you tell?

Husk: Can sense the presence of an extra soul in your body.

Adaline gripped the bar top for a moment and looked at it. She was pregnant? Made sense in a way Lucifer never wore a fucking condom or pulled out always finishing inside.

Oh his precious Charlie is just going to fucking love this.

Adaline: You got water back there then?

Husk pulled out a bottle of water: Here.

Adaline: Thank you.

She drank half the bottle before walking off to the direction of the office. Adaline had to give her lovely husband a piece of her fucking mind.

Did he know and not tell her!? If someone like Husk knew he had to have known.

By the time she got to the door she could hear the king and princess as clear as day from inside.

Lucifer: Charlie would you please just CALM DOWN

Charlie: CALM DOWN!? YOU WANT ME TO FREAKING CALM DOWN!?! YOU LITERALLY MARRIED THE PERSON WHO THREATENED US, DESTROYED MY HOTEL, AND KILLED SIR PENTIOUS!!!!

Adaline winced at that, it wasn’t as if she wanted to do any of that but she was trained and tasked to do whatever it took for Heaven to be safe, and what Charlie was, and still is, doing is dangerous. Besides it wasn’t as if she was going to kill her just scare her and also that kill was in total self defense he was going to KILL her! Adaline sighed then smoothed her hair to make herself presentable but stopped when she heard this

Lucifer: Look honey you don’t have to like her, but you at least have to accept that me and her are married and you will at least be respectful towards her. After all she is your step mother know and soon will be the mother of your future siblings

Adaline felt steam come out of her as she slammed the door open

Adaline: SO YOU DID KNOW!!! YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE DOING!!!! I HAD TO FUCKING DISCOVER THAT YOUR LITTLE SWIMMERS INFECTED MY WOMB FROM THE FUCKING BARTENDER YOU FUCKING CREEP!!!!!!!!!!

Lucifer paled as Adaline looked ready to kill him. It was true he knew from the moment that the spark of life formed inside of her.

It was part of his job to know how many souls were in Hell.

Charlie: WHAT!?

Lucifer: Now Addie, let me explain.

Adaline: I OUTTA KICK YOU IN THE FUCKING BALL SACK YOU ASSHOLE!!

Lucifer: You really didn't know?

Adaline: NO!!

Charlie: You're pregnant!?

Adaline: Apparently.

Lucifer: I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I thought you'd have a little morning sickness, take a test and find out that way. Like most people.

Adaline didn't care if that made sense she was pissed at him to the max.

Adaline: And, what? I'm just going to be your royal baby machine now is that it?

Lucifer: What!? No! Of course not!

Lucifer: I’d never make you feel that way…it’s just that with the deal, that I uh made though it isn’t in verbal words the um contract specifies that you must give me at least one…baby…since you are my wife with a working womb…Now before you get mad you should know that I would never EVER do this to hurt or humiliate you my beautiful, honey-suckle, angel dove

Adaline grabs him by the throat and growls in his face

Lucifer: …….sweetie pie?

the next thing Lucifer knew he was thrown through the wall to the outside and landed on the dirt ground.

—

Later after the couple announced the pregnancy to the rest of the hotel, much to chagrin of Vaggie and a little bit from Charlie they both set back home where for the rest of the day Adaline took to not even acknowledging her husband. Instead seeking the company of her sweet puppy Farley. That night when they were both in bed Adaline had her arms crossed, looking straight at the wall with a pissed off expression. Lucifer gulped and carefully laid himself under the sheets

Lucifer: …Soooo, are you still mad at me?

Adaline: …

Lucifer: I know you’re not fully on board with this, but the reason I put this in our contract is because I genuinely believe that this will be good for us! Good to have a baby that is.

Adaline simply turned her expression toward him and said in a cold tone that sent a shiver down the devils spine

Adaline: one more word out of you this evening and I WILL PERSONALLY perform a vasectomy on you using only a rusty knife. Got that PIG?!

Lucifer: ....... Please I'm sorry. I was going to tell you I swear.

Adaline: When!?! When the baby was on it's fucking way out?

Lucifer wisely kept to himself that she would likely notice way before then.

These would be an interesting next nine months.

The End.

(Sorry for the extremely abrupt and rather somewhat anti-climactic ending everyone, but maybe I'll post more on this au sometime later, hopefully)

Eternal Punishment au

this is the au I talked about in an ask a while ago, get ready this part is pretty long

Adam groaned as he finally woke up. He didn't know how long he was out, but it didn't matter, looks like angelic steel isn't so tough after all. He looked around and saw that he was nowhere near the stupid bitch's little hotel but instead, he was in some dingy alleyway.

Adam: 'Probably a good thing, none of those cunts will see me and stab me again'

Adam thought as he wobblily got up on his legs only to immediately fall back down when he looked down at his body. Adam stared down in shock at his bare body, not a single scrape of clothing on him. However, that was not what had him completely petrified to his core. No, it was the sight of two huge breasts, wide hips, and the worst yet where once his most proud feature dangled in between his legs now lay a hairy quim.

His breathing picked up and he tried to scramble backward to try and get away from this, this, this...female body but no matter how hard he tried it was following him like flies to death. He closed his eyes hard and opened them. Hoping that at some point, it would all be a dream and he'd be back up in his home in Heaven safely tucked in his bed. He was so concentrated on waking from this nightmare that he didn't notice the sound of wings flapping or the sound of feet landing on the pavement.

Lucifer: Well, well, well what do we have here?

Slowly Adam raised his shaking head to see the King of Hell himself standing right in front of him. He yelped involuntarily scrambling backwards. Lucifer didn't react

Lucifer: Have to say, this new style of yours really suits you

He said as his eyes traveled up and down his enemy's body in a sinful way.

Adam: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING?!?!?!

Adam immediately put both hands to his mouth in shock, his once deep, gruff voice was now replaced by a feminine-sounding voice with a slightly deep pitch. Lucifer, like the ass he is, laughed at Adam.

Lucifer: Oh ho, ho, ho, ho this, this is simply the greatest thing to have happen in Hell's existence

Adam: YOU!

Lucifer: yes me!

Adam: YOU DID THIS TO ME DIDN'T YOU?! YOU CAST SOME SORT OF WITCHCRAFT ON ME AND NOW I'M LIKE THIS!!!! WELL JUST WAIT TILL SERA AND ALL OF HEAVEN HEAR OF WHAT YOU DID NOT ONLY TO ME BUT TO THEIR ENTIRE ARMY AS WELL!!!!!!!

Lucifer: HA! I WISH I did this but no this wasn't me, according to the ancient rules of Hell this is simply your punishment as a sinner

Adam: ...what? No, no you are LYING! I haven't fallen! I'm no sinner! I'm an angel! a warrior of God himself sent down to smite the cruel and the wicked! Not to mention I am the first man, THE. FUCKING. MAN! Why would HE of everyone in the universe turn me into...WELL THIS!?!?!?!?

Lucifer: hmm, maybe because you were what many would call a misogynistic pig who only thought with his dick?

Adam: Wait why am I even TALKING to you I'll just go back to the agency, and they'll have this thing all sorted out!

Lucifer: (sighs) Fine, maybe this will help get it through your head.

with a snap of his fingers, the two were inside the embassy Adam ran around calling and screaming for anyone

Adam: SERA!? EMILY!? ANYONE UP THERE WHO CAN HEAR ME

Right at that moment a sort of ding was heard and Adam raced towards the desk, a rolled-up glowing scroll floated in the air. Adam snatched it, unrolled it, and began reading

'Adam, first man, and father of humanity, though, fortunately, you have lived through the battle where you were proclaimed permanently dead. However, through your actions over the centuries, it is now clear that you are no longer divine, nor should be. We hope you will understand that we did what was necessary for Heaven's protection, may you find some form of light down in the pit of darkness'

Adam's hand, which was holding the letter, dropped to his side in shock. He shook his head in denial, no, no, he...he did what they wanted him to do, he did all that they asked of him and more! He was loyal to Lilith, then Eve, he fathered the first generation of humanity, he prayed to the angels each and every night when he was alive, and when he ascended to Heaven, he still did all that they asked of him and more. He led their army, and he trained and looked after those soldiers as if they were his own Ok so maybe he fucked up once, or twice, he wasn't perfect NOBODY WAS!!!

As Adam slowly began setting into the reality of the situation, Lucifer came up behind the distraught fallen angel and placed a hand on Adam's lower back. A little too low for the former first man's taste

Lucifer: Oh, now don't be too sad dear, from the road you were on, it was simply bound to happen eventually.

Adam: I don't need you mocking me you clown!

Lucifer: What? No! I would never in a serious time like this, plus not when I was about to give you a gift.

Adam: ...what?

Lucifer: You see Miss you being a woman now leaves you vulnerable. You are a fallen angel with no holy powers leaves you completely defenseless. The fact that you are in Hell as well as completely naked with creatures outside ready to take you as you are, doesn't exactly help your case, does it?

Adam: What are you trying to say? Do you want to make a deal with me? Be your little slave for your protection huh is that it?!

Lucifer simply gave him a smile

Lucifer: A slave? No, no, no, no, no, no You've got it all wrong! I don't want you to be my slave, well not in the way that your thinking at least. I want you to be my new wife

Adam's mind went completely blank after he heard the word wife. He was stunned into silence as Lucifer continued on

Lucifer: See after my, former wife's, departure I've been desperately lonely, I've been wanting a companion for a while now. A wife to come home to after a long hard day, someone to comfort me, to be by my side through and through. Not to mention certain...activities that I have missed doing. I know this is YOU of all people but come on we've known each other since the very beginning of time itself! Plus, your certainly easy on the eyes

Lucifer said lustfully as he bit his lip. Taking in a good long look at Adam's new...assets.

Lucifer: Also, if you marry me, I will make all your dreams come true, you will want for nothing, every need, want, luxury you could ever wish for right at the snap (snaps his fingers) of a hand, my hand of course, I as your husband, would also make sure you would see Heaven each and every night! So, my dear what do you say?

Adam: ...what do I say? What do I say?! WHAT DO I FUCKING SAY!?! NEWS FLASH KING OF CLOWNS! I MAY HAVE A PUSSY RIGHT NOW BUT I AM A MAN, THE MAN! I SAY TAKE YOUR LITTLE GAY DEAL AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!!!

With a defiant glare in Adam's eyes, he bends down a bit, inhales a bit, and then spits at the king, landing right on Lucifer's cheek. He raised a hand, wiped the saliva off his face, and raised an eyebrow as he stared at it.

Complete silence filled the entire embassy as the atmosphere grew thick around the first man and the devil. Suddenly a dark rumble sounded from Lucifer.

Lucifer: Ok then, I figured that your response would be a no at first. I actually thought that a few days out there in the streets would help prove my point and have you run straight into my arms. However, I must rectify this behavior of yours. for no one, no one, in this entire landscape makes a fool out of me, especially not my own bride.

Before Adam could do anything, Lucifer grabbed his arm, pulled him forward, and put him over his shoulder like a sack of flour

Do you like it so far? :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE IT!!!

Adam: Wha- HEY! PUT ME DOWN!!

Lucifer just hummed as he walked through a portal back to Morningstar Manor, even though Adam could learn a lesson on the streets, he didn't want anyone to defile his bride.

The mere thought made him sick.

Lucifer walked into his, now their bedroom and flopped Adam down on the bed.

Adam: Oof!

Lucifer: You've been a very naughty girl.~

Adam rolled his eyes, Lucifer might be better than some random person on the street but that didn't mean he wanted the Devil to molest him.

He was suddenly very aware of how naked he was. Adam flushed pink and crossed his legs and crossed his arms to try and cover his new womanly body.

[knifearo]

i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a binary i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a sliding scale of "less" to "more" i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the only two options i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as significantly different things i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as all encompassing i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the two halves of a shallow concept of love that doesn't actually encompass anything at all i think we need to overhaul every popular conception about "types" of love so we can talk about things that are real and true for once

[hplonesomeart]

@scimagic Uhhh made this because I just think they’re dynamic is neat. Also completely agree with the Puzzle headcanon super fun silly and very on point. As we speak he is clinging for his dear life :))

I really enjoy seeing the illustrated storyline you have unfolding between the two and figured it would be nice to see this motorcycle sequence in motion. So tadaa here it is! In animated form! Now your obligated to make a full length written novel in-depth about their relationship /j

Sincerely though thanks for the creative inspiration and keep on being a swagger artist 👍✨

[dynamitekansai]

THE USOS REUNITE WWE SMACKDOWN (OCTOBER 25, 2024)

[ruvviks]

// oc deep dive.

tagged by; @aztarion and @devilbrakers, thank you so much!!

tagging; @mojaves, @deadrlngers, @ordinarymaine, @claudiawolf, @adelaidedrubman and YOU!

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Nathan has a lot of fears stemming from his paranoia. Tangible ones such as getting captured or killed by MOBIUS, his friends walking away from him, or someone following him home; as well as more unrealistic ones, such as somehow ending up back in STEM, or getting stuck in a time loop, or a giant sinkhole all the way to the core of the earth opening up right at his feet.

It also happens often enough that certain actions don’t necessarily scare him, but make him uncomfortable or highly on edge (often with good reason); think of someone locking the door of the room he’s in– especially when it’s just them two– or getting too close without warning. He often fears people he gets too close to will end up treating him like the Administrator did, which is why it takes a while for him to let Sebastian get any closer physically, despite warming up to him relatively fast.

A more uncommon fear he has is waking up one morning and having lost one of his senses or his ability to speak. Aside from the mental erosion that had become a growing issue among Union citizens, MOBIUS observed a similar kind of process in its agents who regularly jumped in and out of STEM for general maintenance and the like– presumably caused by the constant changes in brain activity, which more than often led to exactly what Nathan’s fear mentioned above describes. While he was among the agents who worked both in and outside of STEM on the Union environment, he was lucky enough to never suffer the consequences.

Lastly, he is deadly afraid of Anima. Despite not having shown any other symptom of succumbing to the STEM domination process, Nathan would have started seeing her around sometime before Lily vanished– presumably got her attention after some of his escapades in the secret labs in the Marrow– and he has not been able to sleep soundly in STEM ever since. While his fear of her mostly acts up when he’s in a STEM environment, it definitely translates over to the real world as well; during bad mental health episodes he has auditory hallucinations of her, and she makes regular appearances in his nightmares too.

Do they have any pet peeves?

When people are too passive. Nathan can’t stand it when he’s expected to initiate everything, from conversations to taking action, both in a work context (scheduling meetings, deploying new code) as well as personal context (scheduling to hang out, doing household chores). He also doesn’t like having to constantly ask people to do what they’re supposed to do– though this irritation more than often extends a little too far, to things he is expecting of people but never told them about.

Loud and unexpected noises, especially when done on purpose. Fireworks would be a great example of this, and they piss Nathan off no end. He gets snippy when people raise their voice at him for no reason, or when they keep banging their fist on a surface to get others’ attention.

Getting cut off in traffic. Nathan’s road rage is easily awakened and he can get a little drastic with it. His reflexes are fast enough to brake on time to avoid ending up in someone’s trunk, but will in that same breath speed right back up to crash into them on purpose as revenge for pissing him off.

What are three items you can find in their bedroom?

A large ring binder full of old code snippets, notes from various projects he worked on back at MOBIUS, and all his research ranging from neuroscience all the way to electrical engineering. Nathan is a little old-school in that regard– he’d much rather have all his research physically with him than save it all to some online storage platform and risk losing it like that.

A jigsaw puzzle, made entirely out of different pieces that he’s collected over the years (stolen from others’ puzzles, found in various locations, stolen directly from the store, etc). The full piece would total up to nearly 2000 pieces, though it is still missing a large chunk in the center; the result is an abstract piece containing mostly darker colors, though with various bursts of color scattered around like flowers in a field. Nathan isn’t the artistic type, but the project keeps him busy and he considers it a type of self-expression.

The knife he killed his parents with when he was sixteen years old. He’s not entirely sure why he kept it all those years– perhaps to remind himself what got him to where he is now, or because it’s the only thing he still has from that time of his life. Either way, it’s kept safe in the top drawer of his nightstand, easy enough to reach in case someone breaks into his apartment.

What do they notice first in a person?

First: State of mind, overall mood. How approachable do they look; can he afford to lower his guard or does he need to tread with caution, can he get close without worrying about a knife to the stomach or should he keep his distance? Nathan rarely shows immediate interest in someone’s overall personality, he would rather want to know which of their emotions he’s gonna have to deal with during their interaction(s).

Second: Body language. Ties in with the first thing mentioned– cautiously watching for threats, waiting to see if they make a move to touch (or harm) him so he can step out of their range. But it also extends a little further; Nathan tends to mimic others’ body language in conversation to make himself appear more approachable. If someone gestures a lot, he will do the same.

Third: Their smile, if relevant. Smiling is an eye-catching action to him, since he’s not one to quickly do so himself. It’s attractive to him; if someone smiles at him, you’ll be able to catch him staring.

Fourth: Scars, and other (skin) details. Nathan isn’t one to ask about them, of course– but they’ll catch his attention anyway, for a brief moment, since some of them already tell a story on their own even without words.

Fifth: Nervous tics, if relevant. By this point he’s been in conversation long enough to pick up on the little details– a slight thrill or shakiness to their voice, a thumb running over the side of their index finger, a nose twitch. In some cases it eases his mind, knowing the other person isn’t confident in their conversation either; in other cases it sets off alarms in his mind, and makes him wonder if there’s more going on than what they’re showing or telling him.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Physically: 7. While he doesn’t quite look like it, Nathan can take a hit or two. Most of his injuries happen in STEM– though with the way the technology works, the pain is very much real, and in some cases the scars are lasting even in the real world despite the damage having been sustained in STEM. To an extent, Nathan even enjoys the pain; it’s grounding for him, and keeps him from dissociating. When it gets too much to handle he simply drinks it away.

Mentally: 10. Nathan’s life has been a constant downward spiral; sent to a youth detention center after being wrongfully accused of killing his younger sister, and he was bullied relentlessly there, which continued until long after his release both at school and at home. At MOBIUS, he was required to work shifts in their HQ as well as in the Marrow, in the Union STEM environment– he was required to be mentally strong, or he would have already started suffering from mental erosion by long-term STEM exposure after his first few trips in. It takes a lot to break him (or so he likes to believe).

Emotionally: 4. Once you get past all the barriers, Nathan is pretty sensitive. He doesn’t deal well with rejection or misunderstanding, and is prone to assuming things are all his fault the second something goes wrong. It’s easy to upset him, though he won’t easily show; but the damage often takes a while to repair.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (Or freeze or fawn?)

Fight, more than often; though it may appear as flight at first, since Nathan’s favored combat approach is stealth and he will always find cover before doing anything rash. In certain cases, however, he would be more likely to freeze; especially anything related to Anima or an enemy type like her, where fighting is out of the question, and he knows that a single wrong move can mean his demise.

It translates to non-combat situations too– often willing to talk to people but his initial response is to get defensive and close himself off, and if not given a moment to regain himself it can lead to either fighting or freezing; biting back with similar ferocity or shutting down altogether, unable to pick up his rational train of thought in the heat of the moment.

It really depends on the type of confrontation, though; taking his own state of mind and who else is involved into consideration. He’s known to fawn when a situation starts feeling a little too familiar– generally surrounding the abuse he suffered from partially his parents, but mostly the Administrator.

What animal represents them best?

Wolf; bordering on dog motif, but cautiously so, requiring infinite patience and understanding to win his trust. Nathan is loyal and guarding to those he cares about, but he values his freedom– his choices and decisions are his and his alone, and anyone who tries to take that away from him will suffer the necessary consequences.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Curious, above anything else. Distant, reserved; surprisingly well-spoken, almost technical in his interactions with others as if the whole conversation is pre-programmed in his mind. Nathan isn’t necessarily cold towards others, but people would also not be quick to describe him as kind; though there is a certain warmth to the way he speaks and looks at people, despite the fact he very rarely smiles and isn’t one to quickly compliment someone else.

Appearance-wise, people tend to notice the white strands in his black hair first. They’re clustered at the front of his head, and match with the white hairs in his left eyebrow and the white eyelashes in the outer corner of his left eye. Nathan has very pale and rough skin, patchy but dark facial hair covering up most of his acne (/scarring); and part of the skin around his left eyebrow is lacking pigment, though it’s a little hard to see. He has very pale and bright blue eyes, which can be a little unnerving when staring at them for too long. Many people cannot maintain eye contact with him for very long.

Do they have any hobbies?

Nathan’s career is directly intertwined with his hobbies, and he enjoys working on code even long after cutting ties with MOBIUS. Software development, application optimization– his laptop runs on an operating system that he coded entirely himself, and whenever he has some time to spare he can be found tweaking and optimizing it and adding new features.

To no one’s surprise, he’s a gamer. Shooters, roguelikes, survival horror– he does not play all too often as his schedule often doesn’t allow for it, but he generally doesn’t have a hard time playing on higher difficulties and enjoys the challenge. Nathan has tried his hand at game design and development too, but stopped quickly when he found it too similar to developing the Union environment in STEM.

And last, surprisingly, would be writing. Journaling, some sort of attempt at poetry, or articles he would want to send in to some website or appropriate magazine but never does– a lot of Nathan’s writing is for his eyes alone, but it helps as an outlet, it keeps him grounded. For a while after leaving MOBIUS, he worked on writing tech manuals for various employers to earn some extra cash, which also ties directly into his interests.

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"i dont see what ppl see in the lore its so boring"

shuffles my feet around, most ppl talking about the lore are exclusively talking about love nikki and shining nikki, the two games most ppl started the series with and have been around longer so theyve had time to explore their stories

now granted im assuming this person has only played infinity nikki, if not then hey not everyone is gonna like/care for the lore thats just how it is with video games

i havent spent too much time with infinity nikki bc i move at a snails pace and only play a little bit at a time so i cant say much on its lore

but these games tend to slowly move towards the more out there lore ok you gotta wait like a year before someone dies off

its also a gacha game so ur not getting all the lore at once ok they gotta have reason to keep ppl coming back and playing