#writing the words finger bang is really funny to me

[choerrysjubiles]

All Superimposed

Pairing: Sungchan x fem!reader

Warning: smut! reader is ovulating, table sex, cunnilingus, fingering, backshots, protected sex, multiple orgasms, cum eating, sungchan utilizing chairs

wc: 2.3k

a/n: beginning and ending feels rushed because i do not care about plot <3 the plot is i want sungchan's dick in me <3<3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Days off with y/n were Sungchan's favorite. They could stay in and relax together, watching shows and spend their day cuddling. They could go out on an impromptu date, visiting a museum or diner before taking a plethora of candids of each other. Meet up with friends. He couldn't spend enough time with her.

Tired muscles relaxing in the sheets of his bed, Sungchan felt his phone vibrate, a text from one of their mutual friends. It was something about planning a surprise birthday party.

Calling out to y/n, he got up to dress and make their way out.

The couple met up with their friend at a cafe. Their small group catching up on their week affairs, chatting, laughing, ordering drinks and snacks before getting to business.

This was fine and normal, Sungchan sitting, arm entwined with y/n's as they listened to some party pitch. But Sungchan slowly became distracted as he felt y/n's hands move around.

From this morning to now, the moments he's relaxed with y/n she's had some hand on him. Which is fine, his love language was physical touch. But something about the way she rubbed his forearm and twisted the joints on his hand. He felt a suspicion but couldn't pin it down.

Even when they drove, his hand often landed on her thigh as he drove but she usually left it alone. Today she was just as touchy as their morning, as right now.

As they began discussing what decor to bring and what games to play, Sungchan felt her free hands travel up to his bicep. Giving light squeezes to his muscle. He gave her a look over before forcing his attention back to his friends.

Later on Sungchan noticed she'd stare a little longer at him than normal. He could swear he saw her pupils blow out, her eyes undressing him even from her peripheral.

After everyone left, they drove around window shopping for presents. Hand in hand, they walked around stores. Looking at anything they could gift. Sungchan usually intertwined their fingers together but this time she was feeling and almost investigating his hand. Her small fingers reaching over to brush his finger pads or rubbing the joints.

Sungchan wrote it off, thinking it's just because they haven't had many days together in a while.

Arriving home, Sungchan still wondered what was up with y/n. She wasn't usually like this when they went out, maybe on a solo date but never so publicly.

She was changing into comfortable house clothes as Sungchan stood in their kitchen investigating what was up with her. Pondering when the last time she was like this until it dawned on him.

Just last month she acted similar, maybe a little less bold but horny regardless. A week before her period y/n was very touchy and all over him. Kissing him, nightly asking for him to touch her and make her cum. Even throughout the day, she'd beg for some kind of touch from Sungchan.

Hearing her walk out, Sungchan followed her. She sat at their dining table, laptop looking something up. Sungchan sat beside her, watching her actions, her movements.

Leaning his head onto her shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"How are you feeling, mama's?"

Y/n bursted out laughing, "Mama's?"

He laughed before continuing, "I noticed you were acting a little different earlier today, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She replied, smiling.

Sungchan hummed in response. He's not buying it but whatever. He stays sat beside her, scrolling on his phone to pass time, occasionally looking over at y/n.

Hearing a soft huff, Sungchan turns his attention to his girlfriend. Brows slightly furrowed, as she ghosts over the keys on her laptop.

"Are you alright?"

Taking a deep breath she caves, "I think I'm ovulating."

Knew it.

Sungchan felt his smirk grow more, leaning over to rub her hip and waist.

"Would you like to have sex?" He had a boyish smile splayed across his face, feeling the confidence of knowing exactly what was wrong with her. Being right felt so good.

"Can we?"

He leaves a wet kiss on her cheek.

"Of course." He said before closing her laptop and giving her a proper kiss.

Turning, y/n held onto his shoulders as he scooped her up from her rear before sitting y/n onto their table. Spreading her legs to stand flushed against her. Leaning down, he trails wet kisses down to her neck and collarbones before removing her shirt.

"Sungchan."

"I'm right here, baby."

He unclasped her bra before licking and massaging her breasts. Feeling how warm and soft they were. He wondered if they felt this soft last time they had sex or if her ovulation changed them.

Teasingly sucking and pinching her nipples, Sungchan then traveled lower across y/n's stomach and stopped at her waistband. Looking up at her, he moved his right hand to feel how hot her core was. An almost pulsing warmth coming from her pants.

Slowly he popped the button of her pants open and slowly slid the zipper down. Teasing her as much as possible. Her whines grew louder as he slid the pants down her hips and pulled then off of her legs.

He grabbed onto a chair to get a good seat for his meal.

Seeing her panties, he could see a clear wet spot from her clit to her opening. Leaning in to get a deep breath of her scent, Sungchan began licking and teasing y/n.

"Chanie." She moaned, falling back onto the table.

When he grew impatient he grabbed at the top and ripped the lacey panties in half. Y/n gasped at the sudden cool air.

Sungchan dove into her core with a flat tongue before prodding at her clit with a stiff tongue. Her moans made his go crazy, trying to push his tongue as far into her opening as it could reach before dragging it up to her clit.

He continued his actions, feeling her hands grab at his scalp. A decent grip holding onto his hair as she tried holding Sungchan deeper her pelvis. Her moans grew louder and louder until Sungchan felt a flood of sweet cum drip onto his tongue.

Cries of overstimulation didn't stop Sungchan from slurping up the slick dripping from his beloved girlfriend.

When he detached he let her get a breather, deciding to take his shirt off to wipe his mouth.

Rubbing her thigh, "How are you?" He asked, adoration and lust clouding his voice.

"Can you finger me?"

"You want more?"

"Please."

With a wide smile, Sungchan scooted closer and stretched his right hand before inserting two fingers into her core. Warm and slippery from her orgasm, Sungchan easily slides in and out of her. His left arm laying along her thigh and hip to rub light circles onto her clit.

His fingers were long and filled her up. Moans and gasps filled the air as Sungchan sped up before slowing down, teasing and feeling as much of her walls as he could.

Her hips begin thrusting upwards making Sungchan put weight onto his left arm to hold y/n still.

"Can you, mmm, more?" She begged.

Sungchan looked up at her with a sparkle in his eye.

"Of course, baby."

He added another finger, making a scissor motion to stretch her out. Y/n, moaning even louder than before. Sungchan sees one hand move down to grasp onto his forearm and he speeds up, pumping stronger into her hole as he leans in to lap at her clit. Strings of cum falling onto his chin.

Her grip tightens as she feels that coil come undone, legs folding in as Sungchan finger bangs her into her orgasm. Her breathing is ragged and throaty. Her breasts sliding lightly as her breathing slowly calms.

Y/n is flushed from her ears to her neck, hair splayed across the table, legs lazily spread as more of her cum drips out of her. And still nothing made Sungchan harder than her asking him to fuck her.

"You can take more?"

"I can take a lot more." She whines.

"Can we switch up positions?" He asked as y/n nodded.

Y/n turned to face away from Sungchan as she stretched her knees far, pussy dripping onto the table as Sungchan got a full view of her ass.

Stepping back, Sungchan began removing his pants and boxers.

"You're gonna be the death of me." He said, before walking into their shared bedroom to grab some condoms.

He grabbed a rolls of them in case she wants to go multiple rounds. Walking back, he gets a good look at how wet she is.

Unwrapping and rolling the condom on, Sungchan aligns with her core and grabs her hips to slowly rock her onto his cock. It took some time, her two orgasms and the angle making her feel incredibly tight. He continued pushing in, feeling her clench so tightly he wondered if it could fully fit inside.

Y/n let out a drawn out moan, stopping a little after he was fully inside her.

"I need you to move so badly, Sungchan."

He stayed still a little longer, he may have been ungodly horny and his dick may explode at any second but he's not gonna hurt his angel.

He gripped onto her hips a little tighter as he drew out and thrusted back in, hands pushed her into his thrusts to add power to each blow.

Y/n clenched and spasmed around him, feeling incredibly fucked out. This is exactly what she needed, Sungchan's strong hands wrapping around her, his huge dick plowing deep into her.

Steadying his rhythm and seeing y/n is pleasure, Sungchan starts picking up his pace.

"Feel good, baby?"

Opening her mouth to speak, y/n could only let out a high moan.

"S-so good."

Before long she felt her that tightness again, moaning nonsense as her hand moved from holding her up to grabbing Sungchan's hand to rub her clit.

Sungchan was barely able to contain himself, she felt so tight right now he felt himself come undone as she grabbed at his hand. Roughly thrusting in and out as he rubbed harsh circles into her clit.

Feeling her squeeze even tighter around him made him come undone, moaning so loudly. Hips thrusting even faster in and out of her even through the pain of overstimulation.

Pulling out, Sungchan fell back into the chair. He pulled off the condom with heavy breaths before tying it and tossing it somewhere behind him.

Y/n moving to sit upright onto the table, facing Sungchan. Her breathing was just as ragged, a pool of cum dripping from her onto the table.

"Would you like more?" Sungchan asked, a fucked out smile plastered on his face.

As he said it, y/n felt a wave of neediness overtake her. Her core continuing to throb and she adjusted on the table.

"Can I?"

Shit. He really wasn't expecting a fourth round right now.

"Even if it's just your mouth. I'm still so fucking horny." She pleaded.

Scooting closer, Sungchan grabbed onto her thighs to spread them farther. Y/n laid down as Sungchan leaned in to begin eating. There was a plethora of cum on her pussy, his fingers playing with her as he looked up to see her ragged breaths.

"Don't tease me." She whined.

Sungchan licked her up with a flat tongue to collect as much of her cum as he could.

Y/n continued moaning and grasping onto him. He moved up to lick and play with her clit before moving down to slurp at her opening, still stretched out from his dick.

With enough alternating she came again. A flood of sweet-salty cum filling Sungchan's mouth as he drew away from her core. He felt himself harden again.

"My dick is so hard right now." He said pulling y/n into his lap.

With the hottest fucked out expression Sungchan's ever seen on y/n, she replied with "I can go again."

Leaning in to kiss her, she could taste a mix of his saliva and her cum. Sungchan wrapped his arms around her to pick her up and sit back down onto the chair. Moaning, she feels for where he left the roll of condoms. Grabbing and tearing at one she opens the foil before sliding it on Sungchan's length.

Sungchan grabbed her ass to hold her up before sinking her down onto his dick. Both moaning into their kiss as Sungchan's hips unintentionally thrust into her heat.

"Yes! Yes!" She moans.

They both desperately thrust and bounce on each other, chasing their highs. Sungchan's grip keeps tightening the closer he gets to his orgasm as y/n keeps moaning and holding onto his biceps.

The feeling of Sungchan dragging along her walls becomes too much as she moans and gives a final squeeze around Sungchan. He gives a few lasts thrusts in her before he collapses into the chair beneath them.

Both feeling fully fucked out, they lay together, calming their breathing.

"I think I gotta tap out." Y/n says.

Sungchan rubs her back, his warm hands leaving goosebumps across her skin.

"We should go shower."

"Not right now, I need a breather before I try getting up again."

Sungchan nods.

"You did real good, you know." He compliments.

"I did?" Y/n laughed.

"Five rounds? Back to back? That's impressive."

Y/n laughed as they stayed there for a minute. Tucked into the side of his neck, leaving light kisses along Sungchan's skin.

Catching their breaths, Sungchan was able to lift her up and onto her lap as he disposed of the condom.

Testing her strength, y/n stood, careful to not fall over. They both walking over to their bathroom as Sungchan started a bath for the two.

He carefully laid y/n into the warm water and began washing her hair.

[chahnniesroom]

cross my heart

pairing: bang chan & female reader, hwang hyunjin & female reader

summary: chan has quickly become one of your closest friends at university. too bad his girlfriend, hayoon, has him wrapped around her little finger and she's determined to make your life miserable. hyunjin is just enjoying watching the drama unfold.

word count: 4.0k

tags/warnings: angst!!! hurt and maybe some comfort?, infidelity (not between the reader or chan/hyunjin), arguing, the relationships with the reader are more like friendships than dating (please let me know if you think there should be more tags/warnings)

a/n: totally thought this was going to be a short fic (like less than 1k words) but it blossomed into something more. i wanted to try something different with this fic but not sure if i pulled it off lol please be kind if you comment! i also did not to bother with honourifics so... you can pretend that chan, hyunjin, and y/n are all the same age 😅

read it on ao3 | masterlist

It's almost funny how quickly you and Chan become friends. 

You hadn't really been looking forward to taking a technical writing class, but it's one of the requirements to get your degree and at least the lecture is large enough that you won't have to do any in-class participation. When the professor announces that one of the very first assignments is going to be completed in random pairs, you're instantly nervous. It’s only after meeting Chan, who is easygoing yet studious, that you feel better.

Although the group assignment only takes a couple weeks to finish, you find yourself hanging out more and more. Chan has a natural way of writing, he's intelligent and efficient with his wording without sacrificing clarity. While you can eventually write something that’s fairly clear and concise, it takes a lot of effort and a lot of time so you're grateful to be working with Chan who doesn't struggle with tight timelines like you do.

The two of you grow close together, especially once you realise that you have a similar sense of humour and taste in music. It doesn't take long before technical writing is your favourite class. Chan always saves you a seat beside him, even though he has quite a few friends that are also taking this course. You’re not used to it at first, but you grow comfortable with the way that he leans over to make quips about whatever the professor is saying or pointing out if someone in the lecture hall is falling asleep. You sometimes bring him snacks and in exchange he brings you a drink.

The more you learn about Chan, the more you're convinced that he's perfect.

Well, apart from one thing.

The worst thing about Chan is his girlfriend. Jung Hayoon absolutely hates you and, behind Chan's back, never fails to make sure you know it too. While the two of you have never shared any courses, she regularly meets Chan after class is over and you've been invited to join them and some other friends for a meal or to study so you've interacted with her more than you want to.

You’re not quite sure what you've done to earn Hayoon's ire, but you can only guess that it's your blossoming friendship with Chan as she’s never seemed to care about you before you met him. She takes every opportunity to make backhanded compliments, pointed comments about how much or what you're eating, or loudly exclaiming when you have something stuck in your teeth. You try not to let it get to you, but you're always been a bit too sensitive.

You start declining offers to hang out with Chan and the rest of his friends after class, trying to ignore Chan's disappointment and Hayoon's smug smile every time that you make excuses.

Of course, she's sickly sweet around Chan, constantly hanging off his arm, batting her eyes at him, and trying to hold his attention. You can't really stand her obviously fake behaviour, but she makes Chan happy so you don't say anything negative about her when Chan's around.

You aren’t the type to keep up with school gossip, but even you know that Hayoon's track record is far from pristine. In fact, you were surprised to hear that someone as genuine and kind as Chan was in a relationship with someone like Hayoon.

—

The library isn't your favourite place to study, but partway through midterm season you're desperate for a change in scenery. You spend the better part of the day completing practice exams for the course you're the most worried about until you finally feel more confident. Satisfied with your progress and excited at the prospect of eating a proper meal rather than the snacks that have kept you going so far, you quickly pack up.

There aren't too many people in the library since it’s so close to the weekend, a lot of students have either finished all of their exams for the week or just given up studying. Maybe that's why your attention seems so drawn to the couple that you pass on the way to the door.

You don't mean to do anything other than quickly glance at them, but the familiarity of the girl catches your eye. The carefully styled hair and slim figure is a common combination to see at your university, but after weeks of trying to avoid her, there’s no mistaking Jung Hayoon.

And it's not Chan that she’s currently kissing.

You stumble away from them, but not before Hayoon looks up and spots you. Instead of panicking or stopping, she continues making out with the boy, maintaining eye contact with you. She even has the audacity to wink. You stare at her for a second, stunned, then bolt out of the building.

You're so flustered that you don't know what to do or where to go. You end up walking to the nearest bench and sitting down heavily in it.

You knew that you didn't like Hayoon, that she was two-faced and had likely cheated on past partners, but you hadn't expected to ever catch her in the act, especially while she was dating Chan. You couldn't fathom why anybody would want anything else when they had him and you had never been able to understand cheating in the first place.

You have to tell Chan, you decide. As much as you hate difficult conversations and it kills you to be the bringer of bad news, you know that you'd never be able to sleep at night if you tried to hide this from him. If you were in his position, you would prefer to know as soon as possible.

You call him as you start heading in the direction of his dorm.

“Hey,” Chan picks up after only a few rings. “Is everything okay? You don't usually call.”

“Uhm-” You have no clue what to say, you didn't think this through enough before dialling. “Where are you? I- Can I come talk to you?”

“Y/n? What's wrong?” Chan's instantly concerned.

“Nothing, I just- I really need to talk to someone right now,” you say quickly. “I'm fine, I mean.”

“Okay. I'm at home right now, but I can come meet you if you need? Where are you?”

“Don't worry about it, I'll head over, if that's okay.”

“Sure,” Chan says, sounding extremely worried. “Be safe, Y/n. I'll see you soon.”

After you hang up, you don't quite run to Chan's place, but you're out of breath and sweaty by the time you make it. You take a moment to compose yourself before requesting access into the building, but you know you still look frazzled. Chan buzzes you in immediately and he’s waiting in the hallway when you step out of the elevator. He guides you into his room, but only after checking you over and making sure that you're physically okay.

“Y/n, you're scaring me,” he says after leading both of you to sit down at his tiny kitchen table. “Tell me what's got you so worked up.”

“Do you know where Hayoon is today?” you ask, probably sounding insane. Chan pauses for a moment, brow furrowed before he responds.

“I know that she has an exam tomorrow, so I assume that she's studying. Why, what's up?”

“She didn't say where or who she was going to be with today?”

“No, but it's not like I'm tracking her all the time. She's her own person, she's not obligated to constantly update me.”

“I saw her at the library.”

“Okay,” Chan says slowly.

“She was with someone else, a guy.”

“Why are you telling me this, Y/n?” Chan asks, starting to sound annoyed. His tone catches you off guard.  “This is why you called me, why you ran over to my place? If you think I'm that controlling-”

“They were kissing,” you interrupt. “She’s cheating on you, Chan.”

“Who was the guy?”

“I- I didn't see him well, his back was towards me so I couldn't recognize him,” you falter.

“Did you take a picture? Was there anyone else around?”

“No- but, I-”

“So I'm just supposed to believe you,” he says flatly.

“What? Why would I make this up?”

“I know that, for some reason, you don’t like Hayoon.” Chan's usually friendly voice is cold and his face is stony. “I can live with that. I mean, of course it would be nice if you were at least civil to her. But at the end of the day, you don’t have to, she’s my girlfriend and not yours.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, “but how would lying about this benefit me at all?”

“She warned me about this, you know. She said you were jealous. Of her. Of us. That you would do something to try and break us up.” Chan laughs, but the sound is empty. “I always defended you, which she hated. I don't know how many times I told her that you weren't like that, that there was nothing going on between us.”

“Well I can assure you that I’m not jealous. That I’m not trying to break you two up.”

“I know that there’s… chemistry between us,” Chan acknowledges. “I don't have that many close female friends and I didn't before I started dating Hayoon either, but I know that I like your company and that you're easy to talk to. But that's all. It's fine if you're interested in me, you can’t help your feelings, but accusing my girlfriend of cheating? That’s sick, Y/n.”

“Are you kidding me? There is nothing going on between us.” you say incredulously. “Listen Chan, I’m saying this, I'm here as a friend. You think I'm lying? You think I want to hurt you?”

“I think that maybe Hayoon had a point when she said you wouldn't be satisfied with just being friends.”

“That's what you think of me?” you ask, feeling hurt. “Even if I was interested, I wouldn't do that. I respect you as a friend, I respect you as a person, and I respect your relationship whether I like your partner or not. But if that’s how you see me, I’m not sure that we were ever really friends. I would never try to sabotage you or anybody that's happily in a relationship.” Chan's face drops at your words.

“Y/n-” he starts to say, but you've had enough of this conversation.

“Look- I came here because I knew I would feel terrible and guilty if I didn't, but I can't convince you of something you don't want to believe.” You shake your head and walk towards the door.

Chan doesn't try to stop you as you leave.

 —

The next day you get to class 15 minutes before it’s supposed to start. You're exhausted, have your eyes swollen from crying when you got back home last night, and most of all, feel hurt. You had been a little worried about how Chan would react to what you had to tell him, but you never expected that he would dismiss you without a thought. It's hard to reconcile with the upbeat and kind seatmate that you're used to.

Instead of your usual seat near the middle of the classroom, you opt for one off to the side that’s often emptier, not wanting to have to talk to or even see Chan. You pull up an assignment that you’ve been procrastinating working on and manage to ignore the rest of your classmates as they filter into the lecture hall. It’s only when someone slides into the seat right next to you that you look up, surprised anybody would approach you when you’re clearly being unsociable and look awful.

“Hyunjin.” You’re too shocked to even say hello.

“That’s my name,” Hyunjin replies, looking unimpressed by your greeting as he pulls out his laptop. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Sorry, good morning. You don’t usually sit with me.” You can’t help but point out the obvious. 

In fact, Hyunjin usually doesn't sit with anyone. He's popular, it'd be hard not to be when you look as good as he does, but it's in a different way than Chan. While Chan seems to know practically everybody on campus, Hyunjin is almost untouchable.

While there are hoards of girls and guys that would love to have even a sliver of his attention, Hyunjin has a small circle of friends and is more interested in escaping the lecture hall to paint or dance than socialise. The only reason that you know him is because one of your closest childhood friends, Minho, is on the same dance crew as him and the three of you sometimes hang out. You wouldn't say that Hyunjin is more than an acquaintance though, he still intimidates you enough that you never would have tried to approach him first.

“And you don’t usually sit over here.” Hyunjin pretends to stretch and turns to look at your usual spot. “Avoiding someone?”

“Maybe.” You blush, embarrassed to be so easily seen through. “Is it that noticeable?”

“Nah, I just figured it was a matter of time before Hayoon got under your skin enough. I'm actually impressed you lasted this long, she really has it out for you.” While Hyunjin is surprisingly perceptive, you've also spent a fair bit of time ranting about Hayoon to Minho, and as a result, Hyunjin is kept up to speed on everything that Hayoon has done to antagonise you. You never realised that he actually paid enough attention to remember or that he agreed that Hayoon treated you like dirt.

“Actually, she’s not the one that I don’t want to talk to. Well, I never want to talk to her, but I’m not avoiding her.”

“No way,” Hyunjin crowds into your personal space, eyebrows raised dramatically. “Chan?”

You’ve had a pit in your stomach since last night’s argument and your mouth dries up at the thought of being so vulnerable, but something about the way that Hyunjin's eyes have widened to the size of dinner plates and his mouth has formed a little shocked ‘o’ is so disarming. 

“We had a disagreement last night,” you admit.

“Hayoon cheated?” he guesses.

Now it's your turn for your mouth to drop open in shock.

“Don't say it so loud,” you hiss. “How did you know?”

“Well, as much as I usually like to give people the benefit of the doubt, especially for something this serious…” Hyunjin grimaces slightly. “I’ve been kind of expecting it. Hasn't she done the same on her past three or four boyfriends?”

“Oof, that bad? I've heard some things, but never really knew for sure.”

“At least,” Hyunjin confirms. “Honestly, I'd be more shocked if she didn't cheat at this point. I'm guessing Chan didn't take it so well if you're upset with him.”

“He's loyal to a fault, literally!” you complain. “In his eyes, Hayoon can’t do anything wrong, he's able to explain away everything she does. He didn’t believe that it was her that I saw.”

“So what are you going to do?” Hyunjin asks curiously.

“Nothing,” you say sullenly. “As much as I'd like to shake some sense into him, he's an adult. He can make his own decisions and if he wants to live in denial, that's up to him.”

“You're a good friend.” Hyunjin reaches out tentatively and after an awkward second, pats your shoulder. “Not everyone would be brave enough to have that kind of difficult conversation. Chan may be stubborn right now, but he'll appreciate it later.”

“Well based on yesterday, I don't think I'm his friend at all,” you huff. “Anyway, if it's okay with you, I don't think that I will make it through the rest of the term if I have to sit over there.”

“Be my guest.” Hyunjin grins and the sight of it makes the lecture a bit easier to sit through.

—

You don’t talk to Chan for the rest of the term. While you stopped outright avoiding him, you’re pretty sure that he’s purposely steering clear of you. Instead, you continue to sit with Hyunjin and pretend that Chan doesn’t exist.

It feels silly that you miss him or that you can’t seem to get over how things ended between the two of you. You had only been friends for two months, you shouldn’t be so hurt every time he purposely turns away from you or when his eyes seem to slide over you like you’re not there.

Hyunjin basically becomes your part-time therapist. Most of the time, it’s enough that he keeps you distracted. He shares all the latest campus gossip with you, allows you to work while he paints, and invites you to hang out with Minho and the rest of their dance crew more than a few times. On the rare occasion when you’re feeling more fragile than usual, he would be willing to spend an evening at your place and listen to you wallow.

“It’s fair that you’re still upset,” he had comforted you once. You had run into Hayoon in the bathroom that afternoon and she had gloated about how nothing and nobody would be able to break her and Chan apart. It had made you feel sick to the stomach. “There was never any resolution. Chan didn’t believe you, doesn’t believe you, even though you went to him with good intentions and it’s reasonable that you would feel hurt or frustrated.”

“I feel so stupid,” you had sniffled. “It’s not even like it was a break up. We were just friends.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier, you’re still missing someone who used to be in your life. It’ll get easier next term when you don’t share a class, I promise.” Somehow, that actually had made you feel better.

“Thanks, Hyunjin,” you had said with a watery smile.

The two of you work out well together, not just because you enjoy each other’s presence, but also because there’s no expectations or pressure. Hyunjin has slowly started to share with you stories about his previous relationships, how he’s hesitant to start dating again after having his heart broken so many times. Even though there are rumours swirling about the two of you, you know that neither of you are ready for it yet and that’s partly why it's so easy to hang out with him.

Tonight, the two of you are just hanging out in his art studio. You're mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you’ve just finished the exam that you've been dreading the most and don't have the brain capacity to even think about school. You know that Hyunjin is doing the same, you can see it out of the corner of your eye, but he's trying to pretend that he's working since his painting is due the next day.

He drops all pretences when he gasps loudly at something that he sees on his phone.

“Y/n,” he says gravely.

“What?” you ask, only slightly curious. By now, you've gotten used to the fact that Hyunjin would react the same way to seeing a cute puppy video as he would finding out about some terrible news.

“A friend just texted me,” he says, still in shock.

“Okay? What did they say?”

Hyunjin looks up at you for a moment, down at his phone, then back up at you.

“ChanandHayoonbrokeup,” he says in a rush, before wincing, clearly afraid of what your reaction is going to be.

“What?” You can't believe your ears.

“Chan and Hayoon, apparently they broke up this afternoon. Someone heard them shouting at each other.”

You put down your pencil slowly, not sure what to think.

“Do you know why?”

“Someone said that they heard that yesterday, Heeyeon and Yikyung broke up because Yikyung cheated on her. I think it must be related,” Hyunjin says quietly.

“Oh.”

“I think there's pictures or a video out there, I haven't seen anything yet though,” Hyunjin continues on, starting to get excited while typing away on his phone. 

“Oh,” you say again, at a loss for actual words.

“Right before the holidays too, that's so-” Hyunjin cuts himself off when he looks up and sees you frozen in place. “Y/n, are you okay? Sorry, I'm sure it's a lot to process-”

“No, it's fine.” You force a smile. “I just- I think I have to go home now.”

“Y/n-”

“Really, it's okay. I just forgot that I have something to do. At home. Sorry.”

Hyunjin stares at you with eyes filled with something akin to pity, but doesn't say anything else. You try to ignore it as you hurriedly grab your things and leave.

—

A few days later you're packing up your bags in preparation to go home for the winter break when you hear a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anybody, but there's a few friends that you have that like to show up unannounced. 

You're not prepared to open the door and find Chan standing behind it.

He looks terrible. He's wearing a huge hoodie and his hair is tucked away behind a beanie, but nothing can hide the way that his eyes are swollen and his skin is lacking its usual colour. You can only guess that he hasn't been able to eat or sleep much judging from the gauntness of his face and dark circles.

“Chan,” you say carefully. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm sorry,” he says with a hoarse voice. “I was wrong.”

“Ah, Hayoon.”

“You heard?” he asks, face crumpling a little at the mention of his ex.

“It's-” You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how to put it delicately. "Someone mentioned it to me.”

“You must hate me.” Chan laughs humourlessly. “I know that I do. I was such a fool for not trusting you. I just didn't want to believe that she would do that to me. Stupid, I know. I'm really sorry that I said all those things to you, that I avoided you as if that would change the truth.”

For months, you've been waiting, hoping that Chan would come back to you and apologise. But actually hearing it isn't as satisfying as you thought. In fact, you don't really feel anything at all.

“I want to make it up to you,” Chan says earnestly. “Are you free? We can go for a meal and catch up. I missed you.”

“Uhm,” you say, not quite sure how to respond. You don't want to say yes, but you're scared to lose this opportunity.

“Actually, she's busy,” Hyunjin says. He steps out from behind Chan and wraps an arm around your waist possessively, nudging you behind him in the process. “I think it would be best if you leave.”

Normally you hate it when other people talk for you, but right now you're grateful that Hyunjin appeared. You're not even sure why he's here, although you mentioned that this was your last day on campus, the two of you didn't have plans to hang out.

“Oh.” Chan falters. “Are you two… together?”

“And if we are?” Hyunjin asks challengingly. You've never seen him this defensive before. “Frankly, it's none of your business. I'm tired of listening to your half-hearted apologies that are months too late and I'm pretty sure that Y/n isn't interested in them either.”

“Y/n?” Chan pleads.

“Hyunjin's right, I think that you should go,” you say from where you're still hidden behind Hyunjin. You're glad that you don't have to look him in the eyes. “I can't- I'm heading home today. I have to pack before my train leaves this afternoon.”

“Right,” Chan says thickly. “Sorry. I- I'm sorry, Y/n.”

You lean into Hyunjin's back for support, squeezing your eyes shut as you hear Chan's footsteps trail away. You don't open them for a long time, even when you feel Hyunjin turn around and wrap his arms around you. Instead, you just focus on the steady thump of Hyunjin's heartbeat and try to remember how to breathe.

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↳ Index [Snippet #50 - Roundie]

"When Jungkook accidentally gives himself a bowl cut."

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Warnings: just Kookie being the cutest and roundest, she teases him for messing up his haircut, and he playfully bites her cheek for it, they're so in love, snuggles and kisses hihi

Wordcount: 1.3k

a/n: i don't have to mention what i was inspired by LIKE he is so cute you have no idea i love him so much it's actually insane :( this is also something that ogc!googie would do so i wanted to be self-indulgent and write it ihihiih <3 have fun besties 🧡

“No!” 

You heard your husband exclaim this one small word around twenty minutes ago and haven't heard a word from him since. Only the blow dryer, which has been running the last few minutes, can be heard.

You and Jungkook are on a romantic holiday in Japan because the land is especially nice this time around to explore by motorbike. You are currently staying in an Airbnb somewhere in the Japanese mountains. The architecture and furniture is traditional with a hint of modern and the house offers a small private spa area. You and Jungkook have already enjoyed it earlier today, but decided to call it quits for now. You currently find yourself on the sofa in your pyjamas, relaxing with a good book and a cup of tea, while your husband locked himself up in the bathroom. 

Except for his very enthusiastic and shocked “No!” you haven’t heard from him. That changes however right this instant when the blow dryer stops and the door unlocks. 

“Baby?” 

“Yes, Kook?”

You can’t see him yet, talking louder to make up for the distance. Judging from his voice coming closer, he is walking to you. 

“So, remember how I told you that my hair is getting too long?” 

You set down your book.

“What did you do?” 

“Okay so, hah, funny story. So okay, you know how we met when we were both nineteen, yeah?” 

“Yes?” 

“Okay cool and I looked really sexy and handsome and mature?” 

“Thinking back, you still looked very boyish back then, but I guess yeah you did. Why? What did you do?” 

“Did you ever wonder what I looked like when I was fifteen?” 

“Jeon Jungkook stop the riddles, what did you do?”

He crosses the corner, appearing in your vision. You instantly crack up, coughing out laughter and pointing your finger at him. He gave himself the roundest and cutest bowl cut ever, looking like a teen with it. 

“What did you do? Baby, oh my god”, you laugh loudly.

“I cut the bangs too short. I tried to save them by cutting the sides, but then I had to match the back too and I gave myself a bowl cut.”

“You look so adorable, I can’t believe it”, you say, stumbling to your feet so you can run to him and touch his hair, “you have the roundest head ever. You’re basically a circle.”

“I’m not a circle. Baby”, he whines and pouts.

You snicker, fluffing up his sides. They instantly fall back into their natural bowl cut state.

“I can’t believe it, you turned yourself into a boba ball. God, look at you. It’s like you aged backwards.”

“It’s the same stupid hairstyle I had in middle school. Baby, please tell me I’m handsome, I’m a sad doofus right now.”

“You’re the most handsome circle ever.”

He nudges you gently, furrowing his brows.

“Shut up, you’re not helping.”

You cackle, now fumbling with his bangs. 

“Of course you’re handsome, my sweetie. I’ve never seen you with your hair like this before, I love it a lot”, you say and tug on his bangs softly. They instantly bounce back into their bowl cut state, reflecting the lights from just how shiny and round his hair is. You snicker, “god it’s so cute. You’re adorable.”

“I'm neither cute nor adorable. I’m manly and sexy. Urgh, I ruined myself.” He whines and drops his head on your Shoulder. “I'll accept it if you divorce me now.”

“Divorce-ha!” You laugh loudly, giving his butt a playful spank, “you dramatic baby, you. I already told you that I love it. You’re very handsome and of course, very manly and sexy.”

He lifts his head, giving you a small grin. 

“But…also very cute and adorable.”

He furrows his brows, opening his mouth.

You instantly silence him, “which is a good thing because it means I wanna cuddle you even more often.”

“Wait. This is a good thing”, he says, making you chuckle.

“It is. Gosh you, let me take a picture. You’re so adorable.” 

“If you must.”

Despite his initial complaints, Jungkook ends up posing with pouted lips and his hand throwing up a peace sign. It’s his signature pose he does in pictures and he looks very adorable tonight. You giggle at the picture, putting it as your lock screen. You show it to him.

“Look, now when someone asks me about you, I can tell them I’m married to a roundie.” 

“You”, Jungkook points his finger at you. “Stop it.” 

You cackle. 

His features soften, a warm smile washes over his face. He gives up with a fond scoff and a little chuckle, closing the distance by grabbing your waist and pulling you snug against him. You and he sway from side to side, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. You have your arms hooked behind his head.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute, otherwise I would have to bite your cheeks for your annoying antics”, he says.

“Mhm bite my cheeks you say? Ohoho mister what a thread, especially coming from a life sized choco ball such as yourself.”

“Yah”, he complains and gives your buttocks a squeeze. 

“Sorry, sorry last one I promise. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself”, you snicker, rubbing his neck in apology. 

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing his hands over your buttocks innocently. 

“It’s insane how good it fits you. Up close, you can really tell that you fucked it up, but it looks so good on you that it’s not even bad that you fucked it up.” 

“Is it really bad?”

“No, not at all. Your bangs are a little choppy, but it’s cute. Very handsome. Gosh”, you squish his cheeks, “your eyes look even prettier with this hair. It’s like they’re supporting each other’s roundieness. You’re seriously so handsome.” 

Jungkook smiles shyly, “thanks, heh. Roundieness isn’t even a word by the way.”

“It is now.” 

Jungkook simply furrows his brows and goes in for the attack. He bites your cheek. Gently of course. 

“Yah”, you step back, wiping the saliva from your skin. 

“I warned you and you wouldn’t listen. Consequences of your own actions, missy.”

“Don’t talk to me about consequences of my own actions, Mister Accidental Bowl Cut Which Aged Him Back Decades.”

Jungkook laughs and hugs your waist. You chuckle.

“Come on you, let’s go to bed and cuddle.”

“Yay cuddles. I swear today drained me. I almost fell asleep in the hot spring.” 

“Baby, you fell asleep. I had to hold your head so you wouldn’t accidentally drown.”

“I guess I did. I couldn’t help it. It was warm and cozy. I felt very relaxed.”

You and he get under the same blanket. He lies down on his side, you face him. His bangs fall to one side, now looking like those typical two thousand tens bangs every teenage boy had back then. 

You play with them, eyes spilling over with love.

“If I had met you back then, I so would have had a crush on you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm totally. You would have been my type. You are my type, but you get what I mean.”

“I do, yeah.” He smiles and reaches out to play with your hair. “You would have been my type too. Your mom showed me pictures of you when you were a teen and I would have had such a crush on you back then.”

“Oh god”, you chuckle, “I was such a mess though. Did she show you the pic of my clip in leopard print hair strands I rocked with black eyeliner?” 

“Of course she did. You totally rocked them.”

“No I didn't, I looked ridiculous.”

“At least you didn’t look like a circle.”

You laugh, “mhm maybe, but you’re the most handsome circle I have ever seen”, you say, pushing him to his back and climbing on his lap.

Jungkook holds your hips instantly, purring his words as he gazes at your lips.

“Yeah? I’m a handsome circle?”

“Mhhm the most handsome.”

“Hah, come and kiss me, baby.”

You smile, he smiles, sharing a breathy chuckle and little moan with you.

“Kiss me, please.”

“Fuck Kook, I can’t get enough of you”, you say and pull him into a deep kiss. 

[rafesslxt]

Hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write something where Mattheo and the reader are enemies with sexual tension and one day their friends lock them in a room together and won’t let them out till they fuck and they eventually do?

Thank you!!

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SAY YOU HATE ME | m. riddle

summary: reader and mattheo hate each other so their friends lock them together in a room

warnings: pure filthy smut!, enemy‘s to lovers, insults, arguing, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough, fingering, sucking on fingers, coming inside reader

words: 3,1k

When Pansy, Draco and Blaise told me they have a suprise for me, I wasn‘t really convinced and sure it was some kind of prank but I also wasn‘t a quitter or a party booper so I sighed and let Pansy put the blindfold over my eyes like she wanted to.

She grabs me by my arm and starts leading me through our common room. We walk for like 5 minutes until they stop and tell me to be quit. I nod and take a deep breath when I hear them open a door. Pansy gently pushes me forwards and I can hear her smile while saying "Have fun you two." My eyebrows furrow together. What does she mean 'you two' ? I hear the door closing behind me with a few giggles so I take my blindfold off and turn towards the door. "What the hell guys?" I yell through the door.

"Oh so that's their plan." I suddenly hear someone say behind me. I spin around, seeing Mattheo Riddle sitting on the edge of a bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him, my eyes looking at him and then around the room we're in.

"First of all, we're in my room , so I could ask you the same. Second, isn't it obvious to you what they're trying to do?" "Oh hell no!" Angry I walk back to the door and bang against it with my hands. "Pansy! let me out!" I hear them whispering behind the door before Lorenzo's voice speaks up. "You two will not get out until you talk about your problems." "Yeah or fuck them out." I hear Draco laughing. "Draco!" Pansy hisses.

"Guy's this isn't funny! I have things to do!" I answer, hoping they would do the right thing. But who am I kidding? "No what really isn't funny is how you two always argue with each other and ruin the vibe in our friend group for years now! So talk or never get out of there!" Blaise answers and I can basically hear him rolling his eyes before they disappear from the door.

I turn around then and look at Mattheo. "This is your fault! I hope you know that." I bitch at him, sitting on the other bed in the room that is Theodore's. He starts laughing and looks at me as If I have 3 heads. "Are you kidding me? If someone is responsible for this then it's you! You're the one who always acts like a bitch to me." "Hm, maybe I wouldn't act like a bitch If you wouldn't be such a pain in the ass with your stupid comments all day long."

He raises his eyebrows and leans forwards, his elbows on his knees now. "Oh you think so? Maybe I wouldn't have to leave stupid comments If you would consider using your brain for even a second."

My eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me? You're just mad about the fact that I'm the only fucking girl in this school who isn't on her knees for you! Sorry Mattheo, not every woman thinks you're it."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me, making his curls bounce slightly over his forehead. "This is ridiculous. As If I would even want you to be on your knees for me." I scoff at that. "Yeah why should you, right? Your type is dumb and brainless. Oh sorry, I forgot whore."

I see his face getting red and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stands and walks over to me until he stands in between my legs, making me widen my eyes at him. He leans forward and speaks "What is your problem y/n? Why are you so fucking nice to everyone, acting like a little angel but are the biggest bitch the next second. Only to me of course. What is it that bugs you so much huh?" he breathes against my face, looking right into my shocked eyes.

"I - I just told you - you're always a pain -" "- in the ass. I know. But Draco is too. And I don't see you bitching at him like you do at me." "That's different. Draco is Pansy's boyfriend and I have respect for that." He scoffs at my excuse and to be honest, he was right. But why should I tell him?

"You know.. I kinda get a feeling, that you do want to be one of them." he starts, looking intensely at my lips. I swallow and look into his dark eyes. "One of who?" A smirk plays on his lips when he gets closer, making me back away a little until I'm just supporting myself with my elbows behind me, his body leaning over mine but not touching it. I feel his body heat around mine, my cheeks getting a little flushed at the warmth. He grins and answers me." " Dumb, brainless... a whore."

I gasp at his comment but before I could protest he speaks again. "Maybe then you would have a chance with me. Maybe that's why you're mad at me. Because your little brain always gets in the way and If it would just shut up for a second, then maybe you would have a chance." My eyes almost get stuck at the back of my head at how hard I just rolled them. "First of all, that doesn't even make sense. And like I said. I don't want you."

Then I feel his right hand on my waist, slowly tracing the bare skin on there due to my short crop top. "Then why are your cheeks blushing? Why aren't you pushing me away? You're so locked into my eyes that you're just laying under me like a little helpless thing." I swallow down the clump in my throat at his words. He'r right? Why am I still under him? Normally I would have smacked the shit out of him.

"See." he starts with a smirk. "You do want this. Me. You're just too stubborn to admit that I get under your skin all the time because you want me." I breath get's stuck in my lungs when I feel his fingers on my waist wandering over my stomach. "And you know what's the worst part of it? I just want you as much as you want me. I wanna taste every single part of your body." he whispers against my lips, now just an inch away from mine. "What?" I whisper back in shock. He want's me? What the hell is going on? Did they slip something in his drink too? Is that the actual prank? Him pretending to want me?

"You heard right.." his lips get away from my face again, switching towards the side of my throat. ".. I want you so fucking bad. And you're making me go crazy with your stupid comments all the time. Every time we're with our friends and you start insulting me, I just want to pull you near the first surface possible and fuck you stupid in front of them." After that his lips meet the skin of my neck, a gasp leaving my lips at the sudden contact. His breath was warm and his lips so so soft. Goosebumps erupt over my whole body instantly.

"Mattheo.." I whisper as a warning, but for what I don't know. "What? Are you scared that I'm right? Scared that you will let those walls down? That you let me take you?" I yelp when he bites down on my neck, leaving a light mark. "Come on.. tell me you hate me."

I want t, but I can't. The words just won't leave my mouth when my eyes start closing at the pleasure he's giving me on my neck. I starts kissing down towards my collarbone, nibbling at my skin here and there. Involuntary I arch my back, pressing my body against his.

His mouth moves down to my cleavage, kissing the top of my breasts. "Fuck you taste so good, y/n. Tell me you want this." I remain silent until he pinches my nipples lightly through my top, a whimper leaving my mouth.

"Tell me you want this too or I will stop. Come on baby." The little hairs on my neck raise when he calls me that. I slowly nod, my eyes still closed. "Words. I need words. And open your eyes for me." I slowly open them, looking right into his when I do so. "Say it.." he whispers against my lips, grazing them with his own. "I - I want you too." I finally say, putting a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine, his left hand finding my cheek.

The kiss is passionate and longing, leaving no air in our lungs. "Fuck, this is gonna be so so good." he groans against me, climbing on top of me now fully.

He pushes my legs apart with his knees, settling between them afterwards. When he lets go of my lips, breathing heavy, he works his way down with his mouth again, starting at my chest. I bite down on my lip and let my hands go through his curls, pulling on some strands. He groans when I pull, his hands roaming up my body until he squeezes my tits through my top. They slowly push my top upwards until my chest is completely exposed. He looks down at me and grins satisfied. "Fuck how could you hide that for so long from me baby? You're killing me." he groans and I see him pushing his hips down against the mattress for some friction. I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Mattheo grinding against the mattress because he's hard for me.

He starts massaging my tits, leaning down with his mouth, sucking on my nipple. "Oh -" I press my lips together, trying to be quiet. I pull harder on his hair, making him groan and grind against the mattress again. God help me.

"If you keep pulling on my hair like that I'm not gonna last another second." he breathes out when he lets go of my nipple. A grin forms on my lips when I suddenly got my confidence back. " Oh so you mean you will last longer than a minute?" He frowns at me before leaning down again and biting my nipple, while playing with the other one. "Mattheo!" I hiss loudly making him laugh devilish against my skin.

"I don't know If I want you to scream my name or shutting the fuck up." he chuckles when he starts pulling down my skirt. "How about you shut the fuc-" before I could finish my sentence he stuffs two fingers into my mouth. "Use your mouth for something good and suck baby." I roll my eyes but still do as he says. I run my tongue around the top of his fingers playfully, smiling while doing so.

I gasp when I feel his other hand on my clothed pussy. "Shit, you're soaked y/n. Fucking dripping." he says with his jaw hanging down and his eyes on my private part.

With two fingers he pulls my panties down, making me gasp at the cold air against my wetness. "You make me go crazy, you know that? Bet you're so tight - oh fuck yeah." he moans when he slowly enters me with his fingers he used to pull my underwear down. You could hear the wetness all over the room. I bit down on his fingers when he starts to pump them in and out faster. "Hm yeah fucking moan for me, come on." he bites down on his lip while watching my lips wrapped around his fingers. I buckle my hips when his thumb starts teasing my clit, only touching it for a short moment before letting go of it. I indeed moan around his fingers, closing my eyes.

"I'm so hard for you I can't believe it myself." he mumbles to himself, leaning down so his breath hits my clit, pulling a whimper from me this time. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I hear them working his belt. "Mattheo please.." "What baby? Talk to me.." "Mhh I need more.. wanna feel you." I completely forget my pride while he fucks me with his fingers.

"Wanna feel my cock inside you? That's what you want?" "Fuck yes - please!" He pulls his fingers out of me, smiling when I whine in protest. I look up at him and see him sucking my juices off his fingers, making my stomach flip. "Taste so good princess." he groans and bites his bottom lip after pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

I watch him puling his pants down his legs, kicking them somewhere in the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, making me gasp in surprise. I knew he is fit but that fit? "Wanna take a picture?" he asks me cockily. "You wish." I scoff but smile as I see him smiling too.

I look down at him and gulp when I see the outline of his cock. "Don't worry baby, you're so wet for me It will fit without any trouble." He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders, groaning again. " If I knew all these things about you I would have fucked you way earlier. For example how flexible you are." I giggle and raise my eyebrows. "I have a lot more hidden talents." "I bet." he says with a heavy breath, taking his cock into his hand and teasing my clit with his tip, brushing it over it again and again. "Mattheo.." I whine, desperate to feel him.

"I want you to beg me, just likee the little whore you are." he grins wickedly at me, using my words against me. he starts dragging his tip over my pussy, pushing it against my entrance but not enough to enter me. "Please fuck me Mattheo, please. I need to feel you, please."

He doesn't waste a second, pushing his whole length into me. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, feeling him in places I thought would't even be possible. Mattheo groans, squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth wide open. "Oh you're so fucking tight, unbelievable." He starts moving his hips in a fast pace, thrusting harder against me every time a moan or whine leaves my lips.

"You feel so good - so fucking good inside of me - fuck." I star babbling, only spurting Mattheo on. "Yeah baby, that's it. Just feel how my cock feels inside you tight little cunt. Such a pretty pussy for me." I let out a loud whine and start to claw into his back.

"Harder." he groans, his left hand finding it way around my throat. I dig my nails deeper into his skin making him chuckle deeply and smile down at me with dark eyes. Oh shit. His grip around my throat tightens, making me even wetter, " You like that, baby? Who would have thought that our little angel is such a whore for me huh?"

His hips start to move even faster than before, hitting my cervix at some point. "Oh Mattheo -" I choke out between some broken sobs. I don't know when the last time was where someone fucked me this good.

He laughs like the devil himself and says "what baby? thought you do't want me hm?" I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel a deep feeling inside my tummy. "Fuck I feel your little pussy squeezing me, you're close?" I just nod and gasp.

He slowly down to which I whine in protest. "No, no please Mattheo. Don't stop, please." I beg him without a second thought.

"Tell me you hate me again. Come on." I shake my head and groan in frustration. "Why not?" "I - I can't" He grins in satisfaction and picks up the pace from before. My walls start clenching around him, my hips buckling up against him widely and without a rhythm. "Scream my name." Mattheo." "Louder, fucking louder so they hear how we talked about our problems." he grins. "Fuck, Mattheo!" Then it hits me, like a wave crashing over me when I come around his cock, spasming around him.

"God you're milking me, baby." he moans when he feels me around him. While my head get's dizzy and I only see starts around me, he gets even faster and rougher, making me whimper now that I'm so sensitive. "Fucking come again." he demands, his tone deeper now. " I - I can't Mattheo. I'm so sensitive." I whimper when he rubs my clit again and fucks me shard that the headboard of the bed crushes against the wall. Oh they could definitely hear us.

"I promise you can baby, come on, It will feel so good princess. Just one more, for me." he says, working his finger so delicious against me. My lip trembles when he pulls a second orgasm from me, leaving me a whimpering mess under him. "Fuck yes, yes." His movements lose their rhythm, pumping his cock into me with zero control.

"Nhg baby I'm gonna come - fuck - where -" "come inside me." I say, still feeling like I'm on a cloud. He let's out a quite whimper before coming, but I still heard it. Then I feel his hot cum inside me, his body falling on top of mine while he still ruts against me. "Shit.." he breathes out heavily when he slowly comes down from his high.

I see him swallowing when he looks down at me. "I'm gonna die If this is a one - time thing." he says, making my heart miss a beat.

"It's not." I whisper against his lips before kissing him with a smile. He slowly pulls out of me, we both look down. I see him smirking when his cum leaks out of me.

Suddenly the door opens, both of our heads turning towards it. We see our friends standing in the doorway with confused looks and mouth wide open. The only one that looked smug about it was Draco. " Told you so." he chuckles. "Wow.." Enzo whispers looking at us. "I think I hate you too, y/n." he says. Mattheo pulls the bedsheets over us and growls at him. " You wish." "What the fuck! Why on my bed?" Theo yells, making all of us burst out in laughter.

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Boned - Leon S Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, comfort

Word Count: 700

Summary: after a horror movie marathon with your boyfriend, you find yourself a little jumpy

CW: ambiguous but i imagined re4/re6 leon while writing this, established relationship, pet names, horror movies, scaredy cat reader, guns (Leon has a pistol), paranoia/fear, Leon makes dumb jokes, mostly fluffy i swear

our first little break from kinktober writing + first little dive into fall fest! i really enjoyed writing this and think if i keep it up maybe im gonna do it again next year! i was giggling to myself making these jokes so i hope yall find them funny ^^

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You flinch as a scream rattles out through the speaker, echoing in your ears. Leon’s grip around your shoulders tightens, his jaw set firmly.

He sighs. “Why do you insist on watching these when they scare you every damn time?”

You nuzzle your head into the chest, the scent of his cologne soothing your nerves. “They excite me.” You glance up at him through your lashes, “why’re you complaining, huh? You scared?”

He rolls his eyes at you, chuckling at your antics. Your attention goes back to the tv, focusing on the third consecutive horror movie of the night. Leon’s never enjoyed this style of movie—too close to what he’s done for work and seen from Umbrella—but he always sucks it up for you.

The thought makes you cuddle closer into the warmth of his body.

—

You’re half changed into a pair of pyjamas pants and one of Leon’s old shirts when you hear the scraping at the window. You stagger backwards, the t-shirt catching on your head and blocking your vision. You strain against the cotton, tugging it the rest of the way over your head and squinting towards the source of the noise.

You let yourself relax when you see there’s nothing outside, the room so quiet it’s as if you imagined the noise. Settling in on the side of the bed, you tuck yourself in and wait for Leon to finish brushing his teeth.

You glance away for one second and suddenly there’s another bang outside. You flinch, leaping to your feet and making a mad dash towards the bathroom. You shove the door open, staggering towards Leon with wide eyes.

“What is it?” He frowns, “what’s going on?”

You wrap your hand around his bicep, gesturing to the closed bedroom window. “I think,” you say quietly, “there’s something outside.”

Your boyfriend is dropping his toothbrush on the counter and shoving his way through the door without another word. You shuffle behind him slowly, following him to the vault in the closet where he keeps his pistol and then towards the front door.

You watch his fingers flex as he loads the gun, the motion smooth and effortless. He keeps the gun tucked against himself, his other hand reaching to make sure you’re a safe distance behind him.

He opens the front door and cold fall air blows over the two of you. Pumpkins and decaying leaves line the streets, the pavement wet and dark beneath the street lights.

Leon shuffles along the side of the house, cautiously turning corners until he has a clear sightline towards your window. You hold your breath, expecting some horrible BOW sent to kill you, or even Ada fucking Wong to come out of the shadows.

What you don’t expect is a dorky Halloween skeleton hanging from your neighbours tree, blowing in the wind and slamming into your window.

Leon cackles before you can even react. He spins around to face you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Is this guy bothering you, babe?”

He puffs out his chest, glancing over his shoulder and fixing the decoration with a scathing gaze. You sigh at his antics but relief washes over you all the same.

You’re back in the house a minute later, warm in bed and waiting for Leon to finish locking his gun away. “I could’ve sworn there was something out there,” you call out to him. 

“It’s all those horror movies we watched.” He tugs his shirt off as he comes back into the room, peeling away a corner of blanket to join you in bed. “Rotting that pretty head of yours.”

“Sorry I made you go all the way outside.”

He tugs you into him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t be. You know I’ll always protect you.”

You let yourself relax against him. The comfort of having him so close has sleep heavy on your eyes, silence overtaking the room as your breathing starts to even out.

You’re almost asleep in his arms when he chuckles lightly. “Besides,” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice, “I had a bone to pick with that guy.”

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[bitchlessdino]

I voted for Joshua but, in my heart I chose both him and Jeonghan lol. I've been in a JeongShua drought lately

+ love your writing!!! would you mind to write some smutty jihan x reader? please

Pairing: bf!jeonghan x afab!reader x bf!joshua

Genre:��humor, smut

word count: 1.5k

tags: established poly relationship, NO INCEST I cannot emphasize this enough, spanking, spitting, an*l play, double pen., sex toy, mouth fucking, throat bulge, degradation (cumslut, some objectification), unprotected sex

Summary: Just as conniving as your boyfriends, you convince both of them to get the same haircut without the other one knowing. The moment they came home, realizing what you've done, they show you the kind of consequences you've earned yourself by being a little trickster.

author note: so siblings or dating is a little thing where people guess whether a pairing in a picture is either siblings or dating and sometimes it what you least expect. So when I saw these pics separately for the first time I had to think long and hand how these two would work together, I immediately wanted this fic to be silly bc they are so so silly 😃 well enjoy!

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

“Babe what the fuck.”

Your camera flashed bright white, getting them both in the same frame. At this point, you were laughing your ass off as both your boyfriends stared at you unamused. “You guys look great. I have great taste.”

After dating for a year, you’ve had your fair share of pranks, leading up to countless photos and videos that haunt you to this day. Dating one of them was exciting enough, dating two of them became utter chaos. When the opportunity rose for you to get them both back at the same time, you took it.

You let out their collective sighs as you jumped around them with taunting laughter like a child on a sugar high. Their faces didn’t even look the least bit alike but when they got identical haircuts, the more similarities you were starting to see. Joshua was the first to speak up his bemusement while Jeonghan looked almost impressed, holding back a bit of his own laughter.

“It’s not that funny,” Joshua said, deadpanned. 

“No, it’s really that funny,” You insisted.

He trodded off toward your laughing figure before throwing you over his shoulder. His hand came over your ass in harsh spanks, but it did not falter the boisterous notice you were making. “Stop”–spank–“laughing,”–spank.

“Josh,” you responded between giggles, “You and Hannie look so fucking alike right now!”

“Okay. I’m taking you to bed. I know how to shut you up.” 

He brought you to your shared room before throwing you on the bed, Jeonghan following after in his chuckles, while a big and bright smile is still on your face. You felt none of the threat oozing from Joshua’s eyes but Jeonghan knew exactly what was coming and although he wasn’t as bothered by your practical joke like Joshua was, he was looking forward to giving you your just desserts.

“Say it.”

“Josh,” you moaned.

Joshua held your head down on the mattress, cheek pushed into the sheets, as his thick, long fingers plunged in and out of you. “Not that. You know what I want to hear. Jeonghan, remind them.” 

Jeonghan’s raw cock stood mere inches from your face, a sinister smile on his face. He pressed the curve of the head to your lips before he slapped it against them. “You’re gonna play dumb for us, baby? Or are you really just that dumb?”

“Hannie…” you sighed into the sheets, breath hitching as you felt a knuckle curve into your warmth, “Give it to me please…”

His pristine bangs swept over his forehead, reaching his eyes. His gentle voice prodded into you just as much as his cock teased to be inside you. “Then say it. You’re not our little cockslut for anything, so say what we want to hear.”

You mewled in yearning for Jeonghan, gripping the sheets desperately. “I’m…sorry…”

“For?”

Your answer got caught in your throat, muffled moans only escaped as Joshua pushed in a third finger, twisting them inside you as strikes of his free hand handed on your ass already bruised with his clutches. Your arousal slides down his forearms, his thumb pressed against the rim of your puckered entrance and with that, you whine. Your shallow breaths took a slow release, looking back in the eyes of the boyfriend whose cock couldn’t look more edible and perfect to fuck the inside of your throat.

“I’m sorry…for t-tricking you…”

“Good,” Joshua replied, “before I forgive you, I need you to say something else for me.”

“Y-yes…”

He exchanged knowing with his boyfriend, eyes flickering with fire that had the power to burn every inch of your skin, once having let you suffer in the throes of being blue-balled. Edging was the bane of your existence, but their way of life.

“Say how much you need our cocks in you.”

“…I,” You swallowed, “desperately need your cocks me…”

“Are you going to be a good little slut for us?” Jeonghan joined.

“Yes…I’ll be your good slut…”

“Because that’s what you want, right?” Joshua added, “You’re made to be a couple of holes we can fuck in, right?”

“Yes…I’m just a couple of holes to be filled up by your cocks…”

“Who’s cumslut are you?”

“Y-yours, Josh…And y-yours, Hannie.”

“See, it does matter the jokes you pull on us, you’ll never beat us, we own you. You belong to us. You’re our perfect little slut for us to use up. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes…” your voice gave out, your climax coming and going, the clench of your warmth sucking in Joshua’s fingers, “I’m yours to fuck and nobody else’s.”

In that second, Jeonghan rewarded you and his girth stretched the circumference of your mouth. Your eyes, blown open from the adjustment, stared back at Jeonghan, a whimpering mess all over his cock. He let out a groan, and a hand of his ran down your hair. “What a perfect little mouth…”

Meanwhile, Joshua is sucking off the bit of you left on his fingers and his cock aligned at your arousal before he made himself known. You pounded your fist at your side, while the other fisted Jeonghan’s length so you can reach the base. Your tears ran away from your eyes in protest, burning down your cheek as you felt him enter your throat, a bulge taking shape at the column of your neck.

“Fuck, you look so good…” Jeonghan groaned.

He held his hand over the bulge, moving gently down and up to feel it form and disappear. Besides being utterly entertaining, the sensation it shot through him was I compared to anything else. Your throat was like a perfect home, taking every inch of him, molded perfectly to his shape. 

God, did it hurt, but something about him filling you, holding himself inside you, as moisture leaked from your face in a scorching heart was heart-pounding, frightful, but all the more thrilling. Jeonghan pulled out for a moment, letting you take him at your pace—a wet, flustered, sob-stained mess that gasped for beyond oxygen—before abandoning mercy and fucked you to the depth of your throat.

Joshua, on the other hand, split your divide wide for the taking, and his cock doesn’t wait a moment to adjust, just fucking your insides until he could feel you swell around his girth. He threw his head back, your ass jiggling against every thrust like dessert, flawless collapsing around his hips. 

In the midst of this, he has your toy, wrapping it around his lips to moisten it for comfort, and his saliva lubed its silicone exterior. “All your holes. Remember that.”

He spat at your puckered lip, a shiver ran up your spine, and he lathered it soft, prepping you for entry. As insurance, a translucent ribbon stretched from him and your toy before it finds plugged inside you, Joshua now in control of both your lower ends.

You shook beneath him, mouth full of cock, holes fucked full to the point you could be classified as your common electrical outlet, and you felt dirty. Safe to say it was in the best way.

Jeonghan, who has held himself back the entire time inside you, finally released his proof of sin, pouring it down your throat like a hot, strong faucet, making your body jump in response. In turn, you feel your arousal follow soon after, the buckling of your hips not bothering Joshua in the slightest, and you begin to gently come down from one high to move on to another. 

Joshua, held you by your ass cheek, hand ensuring the toy inside you takes full advantage while tugged against your hole’s resistance, pushing in and out of you between your plush whines. “That’s right, cum…cum around my cock again…good sluts can handle more…” 

Joshua pushed you against the mattress deep until there was nothing but your body and him, your thighs pulsated around him. Your screams were loud and satisfying as you spoke only in his name. His cock shot loads inside you, final thrusts taking their final strikes until he was empty. He pulled, his hot, molten cum oozing right out of you. His knees took a fall, folding his thighs flat against his shins and he’s catching his breath.

Jeonghan pulled out as well, laying himself out on your cheek, twitching on your face in utter fatigue. “Good fucking job, baby.”

“Damn good fucking job,” Joshua repeated before pressing a kiss to your side.

Clean-up wasn’t an option at this point with all the energy drained from all your bodies and at the moment it was fine, it was time to rest. Jeonghan, who usually can’t stand to be without his phone for a few minutes, retrieves it from the bedside table, seeing the screen plastered with notifications. “Y/n, what the fuck? You sent our picture to ‘Siblings or Dating’ on Instagram?”

You slightly chuckled, momentarily forgetting about that. “Oops. That I did.”

“Well, it looks like you have more to learn don’t you,” Joshua said, now fueled by sheer spite, “Good thing your ass is open and ready for us.”

[writersdare]

Korean Quest | Bang Chan 방찬 Drabble

Pairing: boyfriend!Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: One day Y/N spontaneously decided to cook Korean dish for Chan.

Warning: fluff, mentioning of food

Word Count: 631 (drabble)

Author’s Note: This one was so fun to write! It was nice experience to try something light for a change, as usually angst is a must-have in my works. I hope you'll enjoy reading it ♡ Please, keep in mind that I do not know how to cook the dish, and even though I did my research, there might be some mistakes. Requests are open ♡

Chan has been complaining about his favourite tteokbokki (떡볶이) being too spicy for almost an hour yesterday. It’s quite a mystery why he bought one with chili paste at first place, but Y/N didn’t ask many questions to avoid that conversation going for another hour or so. However, the next day, while she was having a lunch break at work, the girl decided to plan their dinner herself, texting Chan a short “let me do it”, so he wouldn’t order something ridiculous again. With all honesty, Y/N didn’t exactly plan to cook anything herself, but scrolling through the menu of a restaurant, the girl realised she really wanted to try to make something Korean. Indeed, it was rather scary, as her culinary skills were far from perfection, especially when it came to national cuisine of her boyfriend, yet she was eager to try. Making sure she had all ingredients she needed, Y/N turned on a YouTube video once again and started making tteokbokki with a non-spicy soy-based sauce. Time to time the girl was coming back to a thought that all of it was a bad idea, and she only hoped for the dish to be more or less edible. After few unsuccessful attempts, there finally was a plate of tteokbokki on the kitchen counter. The dish smelled delicious, and the taste was similar to the one she had tried in the restaurant last week. Y/N was proud of herself, even though she managed to turn the kitchen into a total mess during the cooking process. 

“What happened here?” Chan, coming back from a music studio, entered the room and observed the surrounding. “Did you have a party here?” he chuckled and glanced at a plate with some weird mixture next to a sink. It was Y/N’s first attempt of the sauce, and Chan was about to dip his finger in it. 

“Don’t!” the girl caught his wrist and stared at her boyfriend with a horror in the eyes, so he even got worried. “It’s a bad one. But I made another one, and it’s much better. I made tteokbokki for you,” her lips quickly stretched in a big and proud smile.

“You did what?” Chan raised the eyebrows and then just grabbed Y/N in a warm hug, making a funny happy noise. “Baby…” he squeaked, burring his face in her shoulder.

“You were so upset yesterday, so I decided to make it myself. It wasn’t easy, but…”

“Thank you,” he interrupted, smiling wider and only squeezing the girl in the cuddle tighter.

As Chan’s stomach made a hungry noise, they pulled away from each other, and Y/N  served a table in a living room. The musician promised to clean the kitchen himself after dinner. 

“Oh my god, it’s actually so good!” he exclaimed, stuffing a mouth with his favourite dish.

“Is it?” Y/N even forgot about her own portion, mesmerising by Chan, who looked adorably cute at that moment. Honestly, it was worth all the troubles to see him so happy.

“Yeah! What brand did you use?” the guy asked casually, eyes still focusing on the plate.

“Brand?”

“Yeah, it’s pre-made, isn’t it? The rice cake, garae-tteok?” Chan glanced at Y/N and caught her confused look. Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“So you ‘re telling me that I could just buy it in a shop rather than spending hours on making it?…” she asked and sighed disappointedly. 

The guy blinked few times and then giggled quietly, still chewing. Most of the ingredients for Korean dishes were pre-made and could be easily found in grocery stores. Y/N, though, went the hard way and did everything from the scratch. 

“You are so cute,” he chuckled and only continued to make happy noises, chewing.

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[kengan-daddies]

It was really funny in the fic "awkward things they do that ruin sex" when Saw Paing would barge in accidentally while reader and Kaolang are doing it. Can you please write a full nsfw fic for that? I wonder if Saw Paing would get embarrassed and apologize loudly or shout out "KAOLANG LETS FIGHT!! also nice cock bro"

LMFAOOOOOO!!!!! I saw this a few days ago and I've been excited to write it ever since, and now we're finally here!!!

Long Awaited Interruption Kaolan Wongsawat X Reader

Anime : Kengan Ashura Character : Kaolan Wongsawat Warning : Suggested Themes, Humor, Fluff

Long Awaited Interruption Kaolan Wongsawat x Reader

Long Awaited Interruption Kaolan Wongsawat x Reader

It's been weeks since you and Kaolan last had sex, it was always such a chore to wait for him since he dealt with the prince 24/7, but the time finally came and it was now your chance to embrace one another, to kiss, pulling and tugging clothing off of your forms.

Kaolan was always pent up, seeing as how he spent weeks sometimes even months away from you, but he was always gentle and slow when it came to your pleasure, he wanted you to always feel satisfied. You lay on the bed in your naked glory, your skin glistening in the lamp's soft glow, his hands gently trailing over your waist as he silently worshipped you.

You stared down at him, watching him idolize your body, it was a common sight but you'd never get tired of seeing it, the love and admiration in his eyes for you and you alone. The door suddenly snatched open and you both jumped, scrambling to cover your body.

"GAOLAAAAAN!!!! I HEARD YOU WERE BACK, SO LET'S FIGHT!!!!" He shouted, the usual fire in his eyes as he smashed his fists together. Once he made sure you were fully covered, Kaolan glared over at Saw Paing. "Saw Paing, I'll deal with you later, I'm busy right now." He said as he stood from the bed. Saw looked around him, seeing you bunched up in blankets.

An embarrassed look on your face as you shyly waved at him. He looked over back at Kaolan, his smile widening. "OH!!! GAOLAN!!! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE HAVING A SLEEPOVER!!! WHY DIDN'T YA INVITE ME!? I'M THE SLEEPOVER PARTY KING!!" He declares as he points his thumb at himself proudly.

Kaolan nearly fell over from the ridiculousness of the whole thing. "No, you dimwit!! I didn't invite you because this isn't a sleepover at all!! Use your brain damn it!! I'm surprised you're not the smartest man in the world considering how well-protected it is." He said annoyed. Saw Paing seemed to think over his words as he looked around the place.

"Hmmmm, not a sleepover eh.... Then what is it?" He asked. Both you and Kaolan looked at him in disbelief. "I'll tell you what it is. It's me getting rid of the cockblock, aka you, Saw Paing." He said before he placed his hands on Saw's shoulder turning him around as he began pushing him out. Saw Paing just looked at him confusedly as he let Kaolan push him out. "Cockblock..... OH, I GET IT NOW!!! YOU GUYS ARE HAVING -"

BANG!! CLICK!!

Kaolan sighed in exasperation as he leaned back on the door, you chuckled as you could still hear Saw's voice through the door. Kaolan rolls his eyes when he hears Saw Paing bidding him farewell and that he had a nice cock. Kaolan rolls his eyes once more as he shook his head in fond annoyance before he walked over to you on the bed. "You do owe him a fight." You said as he pulled the blankets from you. He sighed as he crawled on the bed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he lays his head down in your lap.

"I know, I know. But I'll worry about him later, until then... " he said as he placed sweet kisses over your thighs making you chuckle as you ran your fingers through his hair.

[lifeiskentastic]

gn!Reader in one car with Holland March in the middle of a traffic jam

Gif by @adoresbenho

A/N: Tell me, would you read a fanfic about Ryan Gosling's five-minute role as a lecherous elf on snl New Year's episode? (this sounds so crazy, but Ryan is so cute with the pointy ears, bangs, and tall hat... I just need to write it.)

Summary: Agency partner Reader once again gets stuck in a traffic jam with Holland;

Song I recommend: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen was just made ror Holland;

Word count: 724 words;

Nice reading!

It was just another morning as the third member (counting from the moment of join, although Holland always argued with Hilly to take over as "second" as if it were something really important) of the detective agency. It was just another morning traffic jam in Los Angeles, the only advantage of which was extra time to shave or drink a cup of coffee. After all, as it turned out, working as a detective requires punctuality, which in the case of Holland March was a big problem. So from the very beginning of the day, you were in a hurry, rushing to get things done, and only during irreparable traffic jams could you afford to exhale.

Holland could finally shave, and you could have a cup of strong coffee instead of breakfast.

For such occasions, Holland even kept a thermos of coffee and mountains of plastic cups in the car. No matter how many times you persuaded him to get rid of at least half of them, he categorically refused, calling it a "necessity of life." Well, given that he also used them to drink his liter-long supply of alcohol, it's not surprising.

The only thing that remained a mystery even to the three detectives was why a jar of whipped cream kept appearing in the glove compartment of his car. Although you had a bold guess that after you told Holland that you loved whipped cream coffee, he took it too much to heart.

"Do you think Healy is there yet?"

You asked, sipping from your cup.

"Oh, yeah, Mr.I'm-right-on-time-because-this-is-an-important-job has been there since sunrise."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. The special relationship between your two partners couldn't help but make you laugh, literally, every day.

Holland beamed with pride when he managed to make you laugh.

"Oh, and also..."

But another laugh from you didn't let March finish his sentence. But what could you do? Still, the naive look on Holland's face with a piece of shaving foam on his cheek was more amusing than you could have imagined.

"Pfft... Ha-ha, wait..."

You reached for his cheek to brush away the remaining lather as Holland watched you in pure embarrassment. His eyes looked even more confused when you were a few millimeters away from his face.

However, you quickly returned to your seat, showing traces of white, puffy foam on your palm.

"Is that what made you giggle so much?"

This made you think back to that unsuspecting look on March's face, caught up in his own joke, and made you laugh uncontrollably again.

"I'm sorry... You just looked so cute."

"Did I?"

Holland leaned closer to your seat, scrutinizing every part of your face. You were about to ask what he was going to do, but...

"Aha! Found it!"

His head came as close to yours as possible, and he touched something near the tips of your lips with a triumphant exclamation.

"Is that cream? You're such a sloven."

Holland's finger did indeed show traces of cream from your coffee. And your partner seemed to be expecting some kind of funny reaction from you, looking expectantly into your soul, but you were honestly not in the mood for it... Still, your heart was still racing from being so close to Holland. For some reason, when there were so small distance between the two of you, you began to feel strange jolts inside your chest.

When you barely regained consciousness, the only thing you could do was to move your whole body as close to Holland as possible, making your partner's eyes widen in surprise once again. You didn't know what was driving you at that moment, but you knew you had to work, and you were within a pinkie nail's distance of March's face.

"You're one to talk..."

You ran your fingers through Holland's mustache, wiping away the subtle streaks of shaving foam that had started this whole thing.

Although you wanted something like this, you hadn't expected Holland to do it first. That he would push forward, quickly crossing the short distance between you, and confidently touch your lips. Of course, you immediately returned his kiss.

It seems that car horns were already blaring behind you and angry drivers were furious, but for now you were too busy with each other to pay attention to such trifles.

[breekento]

since you love writing teen nanami, would it be fine if you write about the fem reader being insecure of his feelings??? lots of pining for each other 😎

There were many things Nanami did for you that he neglected to do for others. “We’re just really good friends!” You would tell Shoko, who stared at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Friends don’t buy you flowers once a week,” she groans in between drags of her cigarette, laying loosely between her fingers.

Maybe he just likes flowers? You were beginning to think your friends were putting ideas in your head. You and Nanami had been close since childhood. You always held a soft spot in his heart. But he was never the relationship type.

“She was totally hitting on you,” you laugh, playfully shoving his shoulder on your daily walk home.

He shrugs. “She isn’t my type.”

“Oh, please. She was gorgeous. You’re so strange,” you roll your head back with a sigh.

“I don’t know. She didn’t do it for me, I guess.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Maybe it’s that atrocious bang that covers half your vision.”

His lips curl into a soft smile, looking away from your fiery gaze. Even if she did do it for him, why does your chest burn at the thought of him walking another girl home.

He was always the quiet type. Many times sitting back in his chair as he observed his surroundings. It took you years to even realize the two of you had become friends. Best friends.

“Seriously, how do you see with that thing?” You poke at his blond hair that lay over his face.

“I can see all I need. I can see you.”

“You don’t want to see me. You’ve seen me for years,” you scoff.

“You’re all I need to see. All I want to see.”

Your footsteps screech to a halt. He takes a few steps in front of you. “Are you not going to walk?”

“Kento,” your voice cuts through the sound of birds chirping, leaves rustling. “Do I do it for you?”

He faces away from you, erupting into laughter. You squint your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s so funny?”

He wipes wetness from his face, “You.”

You open your mouth to speak before he interrupts, “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

(I hope these aren’t too short! If I had it my way I would turn them all into 100k word stories! I may sprinkle into some long ones occasionally but all my fics are pretty long hehe)

[adorethedistance]

RollerMagic - Quinn Hughes x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: mention of vomit, swearing, suggestive comment

Words: 1904

Requested: could you write about quinn pleeeease. had a dream last night: Quinn was in New Jersey for a Canucks and Devils game and went out with his brothers to a roller rink (?), met a girl by the candy machine (her candy had gotten stuck and he politely punched the machine to catch it) they spent the night talking (the two youngest Hughes looking for him like fools) and he invited her to watch the game and, soon after, a date; she said she would go to the game but would only accept the date if he scored a goal for her (he scored a hat trick)

A/n: Listen I don't know Quinn very well so I was not going for realism on this one. This is literally just my best guess at flirting with him but I truly don't know him enough to know if this is true to his character so I'm sorry for that! I've also just never done a Quinn fic before so first time for everything I guess?

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I say to myself as the small pack of Skittles I’d just bought becomes wedged between the coils of the vending machine. I gently bang on the glass but the Skittles packet doesn’t budge. Utterly defeated, I huff out a soft sigh before dropping my head and staring at the fluorescent patterning of the Arcade carpet. Today is not my day.

I was late to work because of my car stalling, some kid puked in the middle of the roller rink and I had to clean it up, I left my lunchbox on the kitchen counter by accident, and now the only food that I had enough cash on me to buy was stuck in the vending machine. Could this day get any worse?

I lift my head, preparing to cut my losses, when I lock eyes with a guy who is probably around my age but definitely attractive. His wavy brown hair and soft eyes shimmer in the dim arcade lighting. He smiles at me politely and I smile back, too absorbed by my own infatuation to think twice about it. He glances to either side before making his way over. I panic internally at the idea of such a cute stranger heading my way, but I can’t bring myself to walk away.

“You doing alright?” The hazel-eyed boy asks upon seeing me in distress. 

“I’m great!” I fake being chipper as we both know the real answer. He laughs softly at the joke and I relax a tiny bit at the idea of making a good impression. “How much of that did you see?” I ask, praying his answer will keep my dignity intact. He hesitates for a moment before answering,

“Honestly? Everything.”

“Good. Good! This is good. First, I have a terrible day, and now a really cute boy has officially witnessed my latest and greatest downfall? This is just great.” I ramble out of intense nervousness.

“You think I’m cute?” He teases inquisitively. I search and scan my brain for a witty response to no avail.

“It was hypothetical?” I say though it comes out as more of a question than a statement.

“What’s hypothetical?”

“I don’t know, I was hoping if I said it with enough conviction that you wouldn’t question it.” The cute stranger apparently thinks this is very funny and heartily laughs at my confession.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name?”

“Y/n.” 

“Y/n,” he softly repeats my name, smiling at the way it sounds in his own voice. “I’m Quinn by the way.” Quinn extends his right hand politely, and the feeling of his strong hand in mine gives me butterflies. The shape of his palms and the length of his fingers. I wonder what it would feel like to have one around the base of my neck and the other in between-

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” I blink rapidly to shake away the brief fantasy. God, it’s been a while.

“Uh, you too…?

“Quinn.”

“Quinn!” Quinn. “Quinn what?”

“Quinn Hughes.”

“Pretty good name.”

“Thanks, I guess?”

“Has a pretty good ring…” I pause, unsure of why I needed to tell him that.

“Have you worked here a while?” He asks, and my brows furrow in confusion.

“How do you know I work here?” Quinn laughs heartily before realizing I’m not making a joke. 

“You… you’re wearing a name tag and a t-shirt that says RollerMagic.” I close my eyes and wince at my own unfathomable obliviousness. I’m surprised he’s still talking to me with the way this conversation is going.

“Right. It’s been a long day.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What happened with you?” I ask, genuinely curious about the day of the slightly less unfamiliar boy. Not that I could even help the sudden interest. Especially when he looks at me this kindly and smells like icy sandalwood. 

“Also a bad day at work.”

“Where do you work?”

“Vancouver.” My jaw drops and Quinn bursts out laughing at the more than apparent shock on my face. I don’t laugh though, I just look at him bewildered, waiting for an explanation.

“Care to elaborate?”

“I play hockey.” “Like, for a living?”

“You could say that. Although it took a bit before making a living since I was drafted in 2018.”

“Oh shit, you’ve been pro since 2018?” He nods, surprisingly patient with my disbelief. “So you’re like, rich rich?” Quinn laughs at the question and concedes a little bit.

“I don’t know about that-”

“I know what sports contracts pay, my mom is a lawyer. Also, look at your watch. You can’t pretend and play coy when you’re wearing something that expensive.” 

“Touché. What about you? You never answered my question.”

“I’ve been working here since Freshman year so coming up on four years now.”

“You’re a student?”

“Yeah.”

“Where at?”

“Princeton.”

“Holy shit. So you’re like smart smart?” Quinn makes fun of me and I roll my eyes at him.

“Okay, I see how that sounds now. Wait if you’re from Vancouver what are you doing here?”

“We’re playing the New Jersey Devils? Ever heard of them?”

“No, I got that, you little priss. I mean why are you here as in why are you at a roller rink?”

“I don’t know. My idiot brothers were hellbent on going to an arcade.”

“Do they play for Vancouver also?” I ask playfully.

“They play for Jersey actually.”

“I was kidding…” After I trail off, Quinn and I begin laughing, the absurdity of the conversation continuously growing in magnitude. “But like, both of them?”

“Yep.”

“How did that happen?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” He states in a non-judgemental, yet amused tone.

“Only when someone is interesting enough to be worth interrogating.” Quinn smiles flirtatiously and I drop my eyes to the floor, shocked by my own boldness.

“You’re really cute,” He says simply, as if the very statement didn’t ignite every nerve in my body.

“So did Vancouver lose and that’s why you had a bad day at work?”

“No, just a rough practice. The game is tonight actually.”

“Good luck,” I say without any snark or playfulness. Just a legitimate regard for his success. Quinn is taken aback by the genuine care and he smiles brightly as a result.

“Thanks.”

“I’ve never been to a hockey game before.”

“Never?!”

“Never.”

“Well, then you’ve gotta come to the game tonight.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Are you working late?”

“No, I’m off at six.”

“That’s perfect.”

“I don’t- I’m not-” I sigh, unsure of how much or little I should share with Quinn in this moment. “I can’t really afford a hockey game right now.” I put as simply as possible. Quinn pauses for a moment and then laughs softly.

“Don’t even worry about it.”

“...What?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I stare at him dumbfounded as if I’m stunned he could be so nonchalant like this. 

“There’s gonna be three of us from the same family out on the ice tonight and our parents don’t even live here. I’m pretty sure we can swing getting you a seat or two.”

“I can’t accept that. We just met and I’m not really cool with taking things from strangers.”

“Even if it’s a really cute boy with a sports contract?” He says jokingly and I drop my guard a tiny bit. I huff out a sigh, still feeling conflicted and slightly uneasy. Quinn picks up on the uneasiness and looks me in the eyes before softly saying, “Look, you don’t have to take me up on the offer, but it would be really cool to see you there tonight. Either way, it’s totally fine with me.” The lengths to which he is going just to ease my anxieties and ensure my comfort fills my chest with warm, radiant light and I smile gently at the level of consideration.

“...Okay.”

“Okay. Could I get your number to send you all the information you’ll need?”

“Is that the only reason you want my number?” Quinn looks off and shrugs a little as he admits,

“Well, I’d also like to get to know the pretty girl from the roller rink. And I was hoping I could possibly take her out on a date while I’m still in town?” My stomach erupts into a million butterflies and I hold out my hand to take his phone. He gives me the unlocked device after setting up a new contact. I brazenly decide I should keep Quinn on his toes, out of concern that he thinks I’ll make things easy for him.

“If you win tonight you can take me out.”

“Bro, what?”

“I’m serious!”

“Why? This is so childish!”

“No, this is serious, Quinn. I can’t date a loser!”

“Oh my god- okay, fine. If we win-”

“Win what?” A strange voice says from behind me. I turn around to see two other boys have appeared behind me and Quinn from seemingly thin air. Out of fear of more of them appearing, I lean back against the vending machine I was once sworn enemies with. Seeking shelter in the cool glass that’s been illuminated by LEDs.

“Nothing.”

“Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?” The tallest one says and the one he’s standing with laughs. 

“Seriously, Q. We leave you alone for ten minutes.”

“I’ll meet you guys in the car,” Quinn speaks up, clearly flustered by their presence in this moment.

“Okayyy, don’t be long, lover boy.” 

“You’re on the clock.”

“And that was…”

“The idiot brothers I was talking about.”

“Right. Got it.” I’m amused if anything, but I can tell Quinn is struggling to shake off the encounter. Rolling my eyes, I extend my hand to him which he takes confusedly. Pulling him closer to where I’m leaning against the vending machine, he gets the idea and steps forward to close the gap between us. I didn’t anticipate being flustered by the close proximity, but as he steps closer he places his hand against the glass of the vending machine, above my head. His crisp scent is stronger and I’m grateful he took the invitation to close in.

“Anyway. If we win-”

“Mhm.”

“I get to take you out?”

“And if you lose?” I ask, challenging him. He takes a moment to think it over.

“I don’t know. What happens if we lose?” I mimic his expression from when he was deep in thought, before saying with a completely straight face,

“I kill you.” We both burst out laughing. I hate to think that I already like Quinn as much as I do.

“I guess I’ll make sure to win.” 

“You better.” Quinn backs up and the excitement I was having trouble controlling vanishes when I can no longer feel him near me. My subconscious urges me to be nearer to him and I push off of the vending machine as well. Quinn looks past me and I follow his gaze. He’s examining the Skittles packet that I abandoned, and in one swift movement, he hits the side of the machine and the packet neatly falls to the bottom. My lips part in shock and I’m amazed at how seemingly easy that was for him. He grabs the bag and holds it out to me like it’s no big deal, but I can tell he’s very proud of himself.

“See you later tonight then?”

“See ya later.”

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A/n: hope y'all liked it and I've got a Jamie fic in the works so stay tuned!! Special thanks to the person who requested this !

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kiss me | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: Your friend is desperately trying to find a person who will give him something more. Wanting to feel what it's like to be loved again and after many failed dates he gets the idea that it's time to go back to King Steve's famous tactics. Telling him that it's not the best idea gets you involved in a deal where you have to help him get another girl. Will helping the boy you're in love with turn out to be a good idea? Probably not. angst/fluff/smut (or an attempt to write one), steve and reader both are love-starved, friends to lovers

TW: mentions of killing, injuries after Upside Down and Vecna visions

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

9 550 words

I got inspired while listening to "Kiss me" by Ed Sheeran

steve harrington masterlist | general masterlist

So, this is my first smut EVER. I am really sorry if it's bad and please don't hate me. I am so nervous right now 😭 but if you don't like it it's fine, you can tell me, don't be afraid to share your thoughts, maybe some tips or something.

"Hi Stephanie!" Steve's excited voice made you roll your eyes and walk off into the other end of Family Video.

"Hi Steve." the girl giggled as she approached the counter. The former captain of the Hawkins High cheerleaders was still in shape. Everyone said her athletic career had progressed at a killer speed after she went to college.

"What brings you to us this time?" he asked with a broad smile while leaning on the counter with his hands.

"I wanted to rent a flim." she said.

"Right, after all, that's just what you came here for." he laughed nervously, feeling embarrassed. When they had taken care of all the paperwork she thanked him and wanted to head for the exit, but Steve called her over. "Hey, I uh-I thought maybe you'd like to go to the movies this weekend?" he asked.

"Maybe next time." She replied and left.

"You're pathetic." Robin commented while looking at everything.

"I don't understand, she comes here almost every day, she gives the impression that she likes me, and when I ask her out she still refuses, I can't even remember which time it is!" he replied exasperatedly banging his head on the counter.

"Steve and Stephanie? That sounds disgusting. You should let it go, apparently she's not interested in you."

"There's no way I'm going to let go!" he looked in her direction. "I know what I'll do, from now on when she comes I'll ignore her or... make her jealous! It always worked in high school."

"Do I have to remind you once again that the King Steve era was the worst in your entire life? You were a very bad person Steve. I won't let you fall by the wayside like that again."

"King Steve at least didn't complain about being lonely," he rolled his eyes. When you heard him you snorted with laughter and his angry gaze landed on you. "You think it's funny?"

"You really think ignoring her or making her jealous is the only good way?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Do you see anything else working?" he pointed with his hand toward the door.

"I'll enjoy watching your wonderful plan turn out to be one big failure." You smirked.

"Okay, lady 'I know everything about love'." He pointed a finger at you. "Since you're so confident help me! Help me get Stephanie."

"Why are you so desperate Steve? Besides, what's in it for me?" You raised your eyebrows trying to mask the surprise caused by his proposal.

"The awareness that you are a good friend?" he shrugged his shoulders ignoring the first question.

"If you succeed I want you to take all the evening shifts for me in January." made the condition.

"Deal. How are you going to do it?" he rested his hands on his hips and fixed his gaze on you.

"First of all, you certainly won't pretend that you don't care, King Steve is dead and his hopeless tactics too. You need to get over it." You said walking over to the computer. "Now we'll search the base and see what movies she has rented recently, you'll have to watch them, and next time she comes try not to make an idiot of yourself and talk to her about them. If you do well, she should finally agree to a date."

"And during the date, what would I have to do?" 

"Plan a date, and take me out on Saturday, I'll see what you'll have to work on. Saturday night we'll go for it, I'll see what you'll have to work on. Of course, with me it won't be anything serious, just a little test version of your official one with Stephanie."

"Sounds... reasonable." he commented after a moment of thought.

Was the idea a bad one? Yes. Will this idea end very painfully for you? Yes. Was going on a fake date with a boy you had a crush on for a long time a good thing? Definitely not.

Your relationship with Steve was close from the very beginning when you started working with him and Robin at Scoops Ahoy. Your friendship developed very quickly, and everything between you grew even closer when you had to save the world from the Upside Down together. You were there for each other whenever you needed it. You were laughing together, crying together, being there for each other during your worst nightmares and sleepless nights. You took turns sitting by Max and Eddie's side in the hospital watching and waiting for them to wake up.

The first time the Russians got you, he was your shield. Without a second thought, he always threw himself in front of you to protect you from evil. You returned the favor when Vecna almost caught him in his grasp. When Nancy and Robin told you that music could snap someone out of a Vecna's trance you spent the whole night recording tapes for each of your friends. Terrified at the thought that anything could happen to them, you had to be sure you were prepared for any possibility at any time. From then on, you always made sure to have your walkman and tapes with you. It happened the night just after Eddie and Max were hospitalized.

Steve, bereaved in remorse that he failed to save them, became an easy target for Henry. Fortunately, as soon as you noticed that the lights were starting to blink you grabbed your little emergency kit and quickly ran to the room he was in. Seeing his eyes slowly roll back up you quickly tried to put on headphones and played music for him. Begging him to come back you watched in horror as he slowly began to float above the ground.

"They are dead." said Vecna approaching Steve, who was standing right next to the hospital bed on which Max was lying. "They are dead because of you. You did nothing to save them."

"Bullshit, they're alive! They're still fighting!" Not knowing where the sound was coming from, he started pacing around the room trying to locate him.

"Their hearts are still beating, but not for long, and that, Steve, will be your fault. And it's not over. Next will be Dustin, Robin, Nancy..." he began to list the names of everyone he cared about. He knew perfectly well that Steve was willing to die for his family. "At the very end it will be y/n. Poor thing will never forgive herself for not saving you. Devastated with a broken heart, she won't even resist me."

"Shut up!" Steve shouted. He was terrified, but didn't want to let it show. Then he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. Feeling the sinister breathing straight at his neck he did a quick dodge and ran out of the room. Then the sounds of his favorite song reached him and his vision was swept by the image of your distraught face.

"Come back to me Steve, I beg you, come back." you were desperate. "Henry! Vecna! Come get me! Take me but leave him alone!" you started shouting hoping for a miracle. You couldn't lose him. The group would not be able to cope without its greatest protector.

"Do you see how desperate she is? She'll do anything to save you. Everything." Henry whispered in his ear again And began to move closer. When Steve realized what was happening he began to run again. He ran as fast as he ever ran in his life. He ran straight towards you.

The next thing he remembered was falling hard to the floor and you taking him in your arms. Still terrified, you checked and made sure nothing had happened to him.

Reassuring that Max and Eddie were still breathing and their hearts were beating, you returned with him to his house. You insisted that you would not leave him alone after that. To his bedroom you brought two radios into which you put the tapes. When Steve noticed that you didn't make a tape for yourself he took care of it the same day you told them about it. If something bad happened to either of you during the night all you had to do was press play. Leaving the bedside lamp on, you lay down in bed.

"Thank you." he said quietly looking up at the ceiling.

"You're welcome." you replied turning your head toward him.

"Thank you for saving me and for being here." he sighed.

"I'm your friend, Steve. I will never leave you." With your pinky finger you grabbed his making a silent promise.

"He said that Eddie and Max... that what happened to them was my fault, that the next one would be Dustin and Robin, and you. And it will all be my fault." his voice was beginning to break. The very thought that he might lose you was unbearable. And the fact that Henry could be right and it could be his fault did not allow him to breathe calmly. He had to do everything to protect the ones he loves.

"Steve he just wants to mess with your head. He wants to take an advantage of how much you care about all of us. Eddie and Max are alive, they'll be fine soon. None of us will die. We won't let that happen." you said, and your words made him look at you with his eyes full of tears. "Come here Steve." you opened your arms. He immediately took his place between them. "You can close your eyes, you can lay down to sleep." you were whispering. "That's what I'm here for, so that you don't have to be afraid at all." Your warmth, the rhythm of your beating heart and the fact you were gently stroking his hair with one hand lulled him to sleep. That night for the first time, holding him in your arms, you admitted that your feelings toward him were not purely friendly.

Several months have passed since Vecna was defeated, Max and Eddie have recovered and the Byers have returned to Hawkins. All of you tried to move on with your lives despite all the tarumatic experiences. Steve threw himself into dating again, which meant he didn't have much time to spend weekends in your company anymore. Every time he talked about his failed dates you felt like leaving the room. Jealousy was eating you up from the inside because you knew you would never get your chance. This time, however, you might have gotten something similar.

Waiting for your fake date with Steve, you sat staring out the window nervously shaking your leg. Snow covered all of Hawkins, Christmas decorations added to the town's charm, despite the fact that it still hadn't fully recovered from its downfall.

Finally, in front of your house you saw the familiar BMW. You walked outside, and Steve got out of the car at the same moment. In his hand he held a small rose.

"I know this isn't a real date, but I figured that if we're going to pretend we're on one today we need to get into character well." he explained "You can also take this as a thank you for your help" He smiled slightly.

"T-thank you." You said swallowing with difficulty. You quickly went back home to put the flower in the vase and returned to your friend. Feeling increasingly nervous the whole way, you didn't say a word.

"So, I thought we'd start here." he said when you arrived at your destination. "We both like sports, and the ice rink will probably come out to be a good place for a first date?" he asked opening the door for you. You were beginning to hate yourself for getting involved in this. Cursing yourself in your mind, you nodded your head and muttered that the idea was very good for them.

"I don't think we've fully thought it all through..." you sighed as you approached the rink.

"Why?" he looked at you. His honey-colored eyes watched your face which was getting redder and redder. Fortunately, you could blame it on the cold.

"That's a good idea, Steve, for real. But you won't practice it with me."

"What's going on?" Now his surprise turned into worry.

"I don't know how to ice skate." you admitted. "I've never tried."

"And that's supposed to be a problem?" he grinned. "You've fought monsters from another dimension and you're afraid to go onto the ice rink?"

"Shut up, Harrington." You hissed embarrassed by this situation.

"Come on, I'll teach you." He grabbed your hand.

Over time, you stopped counting your falls. At first with each one you felt like getting off the rink and going back to the car when you felt other people's eyes on you, but hearing Steve's laughter you finally relaxed a bit and started laughing at the situation too. You stood face to face with Steve and all the while he held you by both hands wanting to help you balance. When you made a little progress he took a position next to you, but still held your hand. In this way you slowly rode around. Your fingers loosely intertwined with each other were definitely consuming too much of your attention. Lost in your own thoughts, you couldn't keep up with what he was saying to you. You only heard single words. Stephanie. Date. I care. University. Sports. Basketball match. Everything merged into one big noise when, and despite the cold, the touch of his hand made you hot.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked stopping you suddenly.

"Yes! I am sorry." you said feeling ashamed that you let your feelings take control of you so easily.

"Are you sure you're okay? You seem off." he squeezed your hand tighter wanting to let you know that he is here for you if you need it.

Nothing is okay. It's not okay because I want this date to be real, to mean as much to you as it does to me. You thought. Unfortunately, no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't tell him. "Yes, I zooned out a little, sorry. Can you repeat that?" you replied instead.

"I thought if the first date worked out I'd invite Stephanie to Lucas' game before she goes back to college. You guys will be there too, so she'll get to know you at once if something more serious were to come out of it," he said.

"Good idea." you forced yourself to smile. If something more serious were to come out of it. This day will definitely test your limits.

After the ice rink, he took you out for pizza at your favorite restaurant. He stated that he would also like to take Stephanie here and kept asking if it was really a good idea, what he should order and which table you thought was best to reserve. With pain you answered his questions trying with all your might not to die of jealousy at the very thought of how Stephanie was going to become part of everything you shared together. When he finally exhausted this topic you started talking about something else. Then the atmosphere immediately changed. The stress and nerves disappeared as you joked together and talked about everything that didn't involve his date. Work, school, kids, what to do to make Robin finally dare to take a step towards Vicky, quite as if the distance between you had not happened for the last few months. You were close again. Again you were friends who have no secrets from each other and feel comfortable together. Sitting in front of you was Steve, who was sorely missing from your life. Who completed it like a missing piece of the puzzle.

The last part of the date was to watch a movie at his house. Since he had to watch the ones she rented anyway, he decided that the two of you could do it together. You sat on two opposite ends of the couch, and he put a bowl of popcorn between you.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to pretend I liked it." he groaned as the closing credits appeared on the screen.

"I must admit she doesn't have very good taste when it comes to this..." you sent him a disgusted look.

"It was awful. At this point I don't think he wants to watch any more, Jesus, how can anyone like something like that?" he shuddered.

"I have no idea, Steve." You laughed seeing his reaction.

"Look how much snow has fallen over this time." He changed the subject by walking up to the window. When you looked out through it indeed the layer of snow was getting bigger and bigger. All the roads were covered.

"I wonder how I will get home now." you said more to yourself.

"You can stay here. I'll drop you off in the morning as they clear the streets of snow." he replied. The suggestion made your heart beat faster.

"That won't be a problem?" you asked quietly.

"You used to sleep here almost every day, why would it suddenly be a problem now?" Right. After all, it was only your feelings that had changed toward him. To Steve, you were still just a friend.

"Okay." You sighed without taking your eyes off the falling wafers of snow. "So what are we going to do?"

"Definitely not watching this crap. If I'm going to die tonight it won't be from boredom, I'd rather freeze outside already." You laughed. Selfishly you held on to a spark of joy that he had found one flaw in the perfect Stephanie. And even if it was just her taste in movies, you were glad that something existed at all.

"We can do something about it." You said getting up from the couch. "Dress warmly Harrington. Let's go build a snowman."

"What?" he asked surprised. He couldn't remember the last time he had done something like that. Surely it was a very long time ago when his parents remembered they had a son.

"You heard me, come on!" he shouted coming out of the house. "See the one the Willsons made?" you pointed to the house across from you as he joined you.

"Yeah."

"We'll piss them off. Ours will be much bigger and cooler."

You spent the next hour and a half making big snowballs, feeling like you were carefree teenagers again. It was as if a few years of your life had not slipped away in the eternal struggle for survival. The snowman actually came out much larger than his neighbors one. Instead of the usual and boring scarf and hat, you put on him Steve's old sunglasses and an old plastic crown that he once got for the title of prom king. Around his neck you hung a gold tinsel. You mutually agreed that he was definitely the coolest snowman around. While Steve was still admiring him you moved away from him and formed a small snowball in your hands.

"Hey Harrington! Watch out!" you shouted and the snowball directly hit his shoulder.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" he asked pretending to be offended. "You started a war!" seeing him running in your direction you started to run away. You were chasing each other all over the yard and throwing snowballs, when at one point he chased you into a dead end and you had no way to escape anymore, he jumped towards you knocking you both over a thick layer of snow on the ground. Your noses were almost touching and the amused smiles disappeared from your faces when you realized how close you were to each other. Steve, not knowing what that strange feeling in his chest was, began to look at you. Your eyes didn't take their eyes off him, your slightly wind-tangled hair that was sticking out from under your hat now spread out in the snow, your nose and cheeks reddened from the cold and running. His gaze stopped at your parted lips as you quickly tried to catch your breath, not knowing if it was through fatigue or his proximity that was causing breathing problems.

"You look... beautiful today." he said quietly, not knowing where it came from. You being in even more shock did not answer. After a moment, he grunted, stood up and then helped you. "I'm sorry." he said quietly.

"Nothing happened." you replied nervously.

"Let's go inside."

Without a word you followed him in. Inside, he gave you your clothes to change into, which you had left during the times you stayed here more often. To your surprise he didn't throw them away and still kept them in his closet. The rest of the evening passed for you in a nervous atmosphere. It was as if that moment had changed something between you. At night you didn't sleep a wink staring at the warm flame bursting from the fireplace in the Harringtons' living room, wallowing in your thoughts and heartbreak. At the same time, Steve, lying in his bed, could not fall asleep either, still rewinding in his mind the situation when you were lying in the snow. Why did he feel so strange when he was close to you? And why did he want to feel that way again?

Monday was your day off from work. You wanted to spend it similarly to Sunday, that is, feeling sorry for yourself and your stupid crush on your friend and lying on the couch staring aimlessly at the TV. You were dozing off when you were suddenly roused by the loud sound of the phone.

"Guess who just made a date with Stephanie!" Steve's excited voice rang out from the receiver.

"I don't know...Robin?" you said sarcastically sighing. You wanted to enjoy his happiness but unfortunately it was harder than you thought.

"Ha, ha. Not funny." You could imagine him rolling his eyes now. "It needs to be celebrated, can you come to my place on Saturday? Robin will too." You didn't answer the first time. You began to wonder if you'd be able to last a few hours listening to him admiring her and still pretend to be happy about it. "y/n? you there?" he asked after a while.

"Yes, Steve, I am here." you replied quietly.

"Will you come? Please, we'll be able to talk more details about the date."

"Fine." you agreed. No matter how much it hurt you, you couldn't refuse him.

Thus, after a whole week of pretending that everything was fine and you didn't at all feel like screaming every time you heard Stephanie's name, you walked straight into the lion's den.

"Hi!" he said smiling broadly as he opened the door for you. "Robin called that she couldn't come, so that means more wine for us." He shrugged his shoulders and walked toward the kitchen. You, meanwhile, took off your jacket and went to the living room to sit on the couch. The absence of your friend did not help you at all. After a while, Steve returned to the room with two glasses and way to expensive wine that belonged to his mother. It had to be admitted that Mrs. Harrington had the best taste when it came to wines. "Do you remember the movies we didn't wanted to watch back then?" he asked, placing everything on the coffee table.

"I remember, but I would rather not." you laughed, thus adopting a mask that was supposed to convince him that everything was fine.

"Huh, me too..." he began pouring wine. "But I accidentally lied that I watched them and that I liked them a lot, so I have to get through the rest to at least know about what I'm lying about." he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you on the couch.

"May the wine numb the pain." you said dramatically and took a big sip.

"May the wine numb the pain." he repeated after you, unaware that you were talking about two different kinds of pain.

You watched everything laughing out loud at every hopeless situation that was happening on the screen. The more wine, the more your comments were chaotic and stupid. At first you hated how great you felt in his company, but later you came to an agreement with yourself that you would end up with a broken heart anyway. It was inevitable. Therefore, you decided to give yourself over to the moment and let yourself enjoy the last moments of joy in his company. Two movies later, when you were halfway through the second bottle of wine Steve gave up.

"Next time I'll call Eddie for the strongest shit he has. Maybe that will allow me to get through the rest." he laughed while refilling another portion for you. Then the phone rang. Harrington somewhat wobbly walked over to answer it.

"Helllloooo?" His state amused you. "Well, Dustin, I am not DRUNK. Okay maybe a little...What do you want? Can't this wait until tomorrow? Jesus, fine! Wait a second-" he hung up the receiver. "Who normal at this hour I need some stupid radio? This kid is going to end me," he started whining to himself and slowly walked up the stairs. Hearing all sorts of cursing and sounds suggesting that he was looking for something in his closet you wanted to go help him but after a while you gave up on that idea. Instead, you took your glass and moved to the soft, fluffy carpet that lay in front of the fireplace. The quiet sound of cracking wood and the warmth of the flames that gently warmed your skin were very calming. Taking the opportunity that the wine had effectively silenced all the voices in your head and it was now completely quiet there, you closed your eyes letting yourself have that moment of relaxation. It didn't last too long because after a while Steve came back downstairs, replied to Dustun that he didn't have what he needed, hung up and joined you on the rug.

"Were you cold?" he asked.

"No, I let myself feel luxurious for a while." You laughed quietly still not opening your eyes. Little did you know that at that moment Steve couldn't take his eyes off you. A warm orange color fell over your face, your cheeks slightly reddened from alcohol or heat. Maybe from both. Then he remembered what you looked like at that moment when you were both lying in the snow. He had always found you attractive, but in that moment, for the first time in his life, the word beautiful popped into his mind as he looked at you. Surrounded by sharp white, on which was reflected the red of your face caused by the frost. Now, for contrast, a pleasant dim orange made you look equally beautiful. So beautiful that he didn't want to look away.

"Are you okay?" you asked when you opened your eyes and noticed that he was looking at you.

"Yes, sorry," he abashedly turned his head toward the fire. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Have you ever... been in love?" he asked and quickly took a sip of wine.

"Yeah, I think I was..." you replied doing the same. "I think we both were. But as they say, first love always has to break your heart."

"Despite everything... I'm grateful for it." He smiled slightly. "I gained a friend that night."

The night Nancy broke up with Steve was the one that also foreshadowed the end of your relationship with Jonathan. When he left you alone at that party to take care of Nancy, Steve found you crying in the garden. Even then you knew it was over. You spent the whole night talking about how awfully hopeless love is and drinking away your sorrows, until finally you both fell asleep in the back of his car.

"In that case, let's drink to a brutally painful first love." You raised your glass toward him and he clinked his own gently against yours.

"You once asked why I was so desperate..." he began, not knowing why he wanted to talk about it just now. He felt all his boundaries and limits disappear. "I go on dates all the time, hoping that I'll finally meet someone who really cares about me... And every time I hit a wall because every girl I see only wants King Steve. At first it didn't bother me because the sex is usually good, but there came a point when I wanted something more... " he sighed. "Unfortunately none of them were interested in more."

"You at least go on dates." When you said this sentence out loud it sounded much more pathetic than you thought.

"And you don't?" he asked puzzled. "I thought you just didn't want to talk about it."

"Unfortunately my friend, my soulmate is probably dead." You said with a slight wince, wanting to turn it all into a joke.

"When you were with Jonathan... did you feel loved?" he changed the subject.

"I think in the beginning yes... later it was all one-sided. And you?"

"Exactly the same. But those small moments, when I really thought she loved me... I'd like to feel it again. I would like to feel that someone loves me." His voice was filled with sadness and loneliness, the pain you felt in your heart at that moment caused something you would never have expected from yourself.

"I love you, Steve." you said without thinking. Only when his eyes met yours did you realize what you had done. "As a friend-" you continued panicked but had no time to finish because he silenced you with a kiss. The first four words that left your lips acted on him like a charm he couldn't resist. It hit him straight in the heart making some invisible force draw him to you. At first in shock you didn't know what to do. Your brain told you to move away from him until it wasn't too late, but your heart started beating so fast and loud that it effectively deafened the bastard. You quickly put the glass down on the floor and reciprocated the kiss.

"I love you too..." he breathed out feeling still enchanted. "We both love each other, even if as friends, it's still love right?" You couldn't keep up with his train of thoughts, so you didn't answer anything waiting for him to elaborate. "We both want to feel loved again... Maybe we can help each other with that? Just tonight, this one night before everything goes back to normal, let's help each other feel loved." he was desperate. He had a feeling that if your lips were not on his again in the next few minutes he would explode.

"Yes." you whispered. In that moment, you didn't care about anything. Your wildest dreams could come true tonight, and no matter how devastated you might be afterwards, you accepted the risk. It was worth it.

When your lips found each other again Steve pulled you on top of him you put your arms on his chest. You could feel his heart beating as fast and as strong as yours.

"I love you, Steve." you said as you moved your lips to his neck, kissing each of his moles. 

"I love you, y/n" he moaned in your ear.

His large hands slid under your shirt, he gently squeezed your waist pressing you even closer. Through his too-fitting jeans you felt how hard he was. And it was all because of you. Not Stephanie. Not anyone else. Only and only you. Even if the setting of the whole situation was fiction, you let it fool you. That night, you were a fool who rushed headlong toward your doom without a thought. Not wanting your overthinking to destroy the moment, you decided to lose yourself in it even more. With a quick movement you took off his polo and threw it to the other end of the room. In front of you appeared numerous scars, reminders of the last years of the nightmare you lived in. You looked at each one in turn, touching them gently with your fingers and then leaving small kisses on them. Steve watched in shock and somewhat mesmerized as, despite the nasty imperfections, your eyes were still filled with adoration. He didn't know how you did it, but he could feel love in every brush of your fingertips. He felt what he was missing so much. He wanted to return the favor, which is why, after a while, your t-shirt joined his lying on the floor. You straightened up giving him access to your neck which he immediately began kissing like possessed. When you quietly whispered his name, he felt as if you had cast another spell on him, much stronger. He quickly found your lips again, and your hands sank into his hair. Once again he returned to your neck this time seeking further and not stopping. When his lips passed your collarbone line his hands began slipping the straps from your bra placing kisses along the cup. Unable to stand any longer you got rid of it completely, leaving nothing left on your top.

"Beautiful." he mouthed enthralled by the view and, like you, began to familiarize himself with every visible scar on your body. At one point he pressed you tightly against him and turned you so that you were now the one underneath him. Your heart was beating like crazy against his bare chest. His lips wandered over your body leaving behind whispers of single words of admiration and little I love yous. He felt like he was made to keep your body warm. As his honey eyes met yours, both of you could see in them desperation and desire mixed with the huge amount of tenderness you shamelessly poured out on each other.

Feeling him rubbing against you, you began to unbuckle the waistband of his pants and with his little help you got rid of them including his boxers. Still, you didn't dare touch him there yet, still waiting for his next move, which was to get rid of yours. Now he was lying down next to you, and without waiting a moment longer you found his lips. His hand from your cheek traveled all over your body stopping at the softly soaked material of your panties.

"Steve..." you said between kisses. "Please." You lifted your hips to make it easier for him to remove the last layer that separated you. As his hand returned to that spot making circles you pressed your hand to your lips to stop the sounds of pleasure.

"Baby..." he said slowing down. "Let me hear you. I want to hear you." Then he slipped one finger inside you, and with his thumb he continued to massage the point above your entrance. "I love you, I love the sounds you make, the way you say my name, let me hear that you love me, that you love what I do with you." In that moment, he felt as if he was losing his mind. What was happening between the two of you was something new. Steve had felt many things in his life, almost everything from hate to love to lust to truth, but that was nothing compared to what he felt now lying with you on the rug in front of the fireplace. The warmth not only surrounded your bodies, because your souls and hearts were also on fire. When his name resounded again with your voice he added another finger speeding up as his lips found your nipple.

"I love you, Steve." you said a moment before a wave of pure pleasure swept through you. You tightened your thighs around his hand but a moment later released it with a shuddering breath. Opening your eyes slowly still feeling drugged you felt you needed more. You knew that this was your only chance to be this close to him, so you had to take as much of it as possible. Without waiting a moment longer you pulled him towards you so that he was over you again.

"This is perfect, honey. So damn perfect." he himself had trouble catching his breath. He quickly reached for his pants, took the wallet out of his pocket and the condom out of it. Once he had dealt with everything, he focused all his attention on you again. Slowly running his hand along the length of your arm grabbed yours and kissed the top of it. Later he intertwined your fingers and slowly placed both of them over your head.

"Can I-" he asked looking straight into your eyes. And you just nodded your head affirmatively not letting him to finish the sentence. "Say it again, please." His voice faltered as he began to slowly filling you with himself.

"I love you, Steve. I love you so much." A single tear escaped your eye, which he quickly kissed away.

The goal was achieved. That night for the first time you both felt loved like you had never felt before. That's why when it was all over Steve pulled you close and hugged you tightly you didn't move from your spot fearing that you would spoil another beautiful moment between you.

"Can we pretend for a few more hours? Please?" he asked when his breathing calmed down.

"I love you, Steve." you repeated once again giving him confirmation that you agree.

"I love you too." He replied and without bothering too much about getting dressed again you simply went to his room to fall asleep cuddled up together. At that moment Steve Harrington was your safety and you were his. Thinking back to a few months ago when you lay in that bed and realized your feelings for your friend, you tried to catch the last moments of peace and warmth you felt when your bodies were entwined. Steve, still enchanted by everything you had discovered together today, with a slight smile, were laying stroking your skin. Thoughts popped into his head saying that this feels like falling in love, but being convinced that it was just the effect of fatigue, wine and all of the the emotions you had passed on to each other instead of saying something he kissed you on the forehead and fell asleep.

During Christmas you did not see each other, and when it was time to return to work neither of you brought up the subject of that night. Both of you tried to pretend that what happened between you didn't matter and everything was as it was. Steve tried to ignore the shivers that ran through him when by chance your hands met when you reached for the videotapes. You tried not to show that in your head you constantly heard every I love you that he said to you that day. You tried to hide the pain you felt at the thought that none of it was real, and Steve had to restrain himself from admitting how empty he felt now in his bed without feeling your presence there anymore.

The day after Christmas his desired date with Stephanie took place but he didn't say a word about how it was. You, not wanting to strike a blow for yourself, didn't ask either, afraid that you might hear that he had finally found the one he was looking for so much.

"Okay dingus, time to tell what's going on." said Robin when she found him in the back room.

"What do you mean?" asked Steve biting into his sandwich.

"For weeks you didn't shut up about her now you won't even say a word about your date?" she sat down in front of him. "What happened?"

"Nothing..." he muttered.

"What do you mean nothing?"

"Nothing! I did everything just as y/n and I planned, but everything looked wrong... At the ice rink she was always three steps ahead, completely as if I wasn't there, later I wanted to take her to dinner at our restaurant but she refused claiming she had to stick to her diet so all we ate all evening was a freaking salad!" he leaned his head against the wall. "Later we went to my place, I let her choose the movie and it was a tragic decision, I thought I was going to die it was so boring! I even suggested that we should skip the movies and go outside to make a snowman and she laughed at me not to act like a 12-year-old, Jesus! I am an idiot."

"Steve, you may be an idiot but maybe not because of this." She smirked.

"Why?"

"It was a good date, just with the wrong person. You did the exact same thing with y/n and for a week you didn't stop talking to me about how much fun you had."

"Robin, are you trying to set us up again?" He knew very well that his friend was right, he knew very well that on the "test date" with you he had a much better time than on the official one with Stephanie.

"I'm just saying!" she raised her hands in a gesture that said she was giving up.

"Let's wait until Friday, if nothing happens at the party I'll give up on her." He sighed.

The New Year's Eve party at Steve's house was initially supposed to be quite modest. Quickly, however, the crowd began to grow when friends brought their friends and those friends brought others.

"What are those gloomy faces?" you asked as you and Robin approached the guys sitting on the couch. Eddie, Argyle and Jonathan were smoking a joint, and Steve sat next to them with a drink in his hand.

"Stevie is sad because this year he's going to be a loser like us and won't have his New Year's kiss." Eddie cooed teasingly.

"Shut up Eddie! You know damn well that's not what this is about." An irritated Steve got up from the couch.

"Then what is it about?" you asked.

"She's avoiding me! She only spoke to me once, saying hello!" Just as you thought once again it was about Stephanie.

Feeling the familiar sting in your heart, you decided that you would not let it ruin your mood today. Putting down your drink, you asked who wanted to dance, Eddie and Jonathan declined, but Argyle eagerly moved toward you, and together with him and Robin you went out into the middle and began to move to the rhythm and fool around. In part, you managed to forget about the situation you were in, however, you couldn't help but stare at your friend who was definitely not enjoying himself. When your gazes met, you sent a slight smile in his direction, but he immediately looked away, and you slowly lost the desire to have fun. When you wanted to get off the dance floor Argyle firmly put his arms around your waist, lifted you up and began to spin you around laughing. Hearing your squeal Steve turned his head toward you. Laughing you asked your long-haired friend to let you go. This sight unlocked a whole new feeling in Harrington. Jealousy. He had never seen any other boy in such close proximity to you since you became friends. Now he felt like standing up and snatching you from his arms. What was happening to him? Confused and angry, he decided he needed to get some air. He went out to the now where the icy air greeted him. Now that the loud music was muffled he felt like he was left alone with his thoughts. And feelings he couldn't understand. Maybe Robin was right? Maybe he was focusing on a wrong person? He began to analyze all the moments when you were alone. Every I love you that left your lips that memorable night by the fireplace sounded sincere, went straight to his heart, and he knew he would do a lot to hear it again and feel that way. Then he remembered what Vecna had said during his vision. Devastated with a broken heart, she won't even resist me. Did you really love him this way?

He didn't have time to come to any further conclusions because everyone started to go outside as midnight was approaching. When you noticed him against the wall alone still looking sad you took another step in breaking your heart. What would be the next pin poked into it?

"You won." you said walking up to him.

"What do you mean?" he asked confused.

"My plan didn't work, I'm taking all your evening shifts in January, now come on." You grabbed his hand pulling him into the middle of the crowd. You looked around making sure you were perfectly in Stephanie's sight. "Now we will try your plan. It's time to resurrect King Steve, we'll make her jealous." you said moving closer to him, and everyone around started a loud countdown.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

"She's looking at us." You said looking back one last time. Steve still didn't know what was going on so he stood still holding your hand.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

"Kiss me, Steve. Kiss me like you wanna be loved!" you tried to shout out to the others. As soon as your words reached him without hesitation cupped your face. He didn't realize how much he missed your taste until your lips reunited. Reciprocating the kiss, you threw your arms around his neck. Feeling this, he felt like crying from the excess of emotions he was facing at that moment. He kissed you like he wanted to be loved and you returned the kiss giving him the feeling that he really was, once again you made him feel loved like he had never felt before in his life. This beautiful moment ended as quickly as the explosion of a firework. You moved away from him And when you saw Stephanie walking towards him without a word you walked away getting lost in the crowd.

"Steve!" the girl shouted coming closer. Distracted by how quickly you disappeared he began to look around. But there was no sign of you anywhere. "Steve?"

"Yeah?" he finally looked at her.

"Why don't we go inside together and talk about our second date?" she put her hand on his shoulder.

"But-" He wanted to say he didn't have time now. He wanted to say that he had to go, yet she was quicker.

"Come on, Steve. Come on." She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the house straight to his room. Taking off her jacket she threw it on the bed. And then she walked over to him. "How about a little preview of what awaits you at our next meeting?" she combed her hand through his hair and tilted his head so that she had easy access to his neck which she began to kiss.

"Woah, hey! What are you doing?" he felt panicked, now he was sure this was not what he wanted. He was sure Stephanie wouldn't be able to make him feel the way she did with you. What's more, he couldn't believe that the hopeless trick of making you feel "jealous" worked. He knew she wasn't jealous of him. Seeing him kiss another girl made her feel jealous of how quickly he found a replacement.

"Show me if all these rumors about King Steve are true." She grabbed him by the waistband of his pants trying to undo it, but he moved away rapidly. King Steve. King Steve was dead, and despite what you said today, no one is going to resurrect him. Another girl was not interested in just Steve. For her, all that mattered was what the former version of him could offer her. That is, definitely nothing serious.

"I think you should go now, Stephanie." he said with a sigh.

"You're a fucking loser, Harrington." she said and walked out slamming the door behind her.

"I know." Steve whispered to himself. "I know."

Throughout the night Steve didn't sleep at all. For the rest of the party he tried to find you but you disappeared without a word. Noticing Stephanie walking towards him then, you concluded that you had to withdraw, and not feeling like partying any more, you returned home. Not knowing where you were or what had happened to you until the very end, he locked himself in the room and did not come out of it giving himself far too much time to think. 

Hearing the rest of the crew starting to wake up as well, he went downstairs to the kitchen. From the very beginning it was established that you would all stay the night. Witnessing your absence among this group was another stab to him. Ignoring all the words directed in his direction, he began preparing cereal.

"Does anyone know what happened to y/n?" asked Nancy also reaching for the bowl. Hearing your name he froze.

"She ran away right after her New Year's kiss with Harrington." said Eddie.

"Dude, it couldn't have been that bad!" grinned Argyle causing the rest to laugh. Then a lound bang reached them.

"Shut the fuck up!" Steve yelled, slamming his fist on the countertop. "I didn't know! I didn't fucking know!" Everyone looked at each other in shock then at him. They had been through a lot together but this was probably the first time Steve had raised his voice at any of his friends.

"Steve...what didn't you know?" asked Robin slowly walking up to him. Sensing that he was a mess she didn't want to trigger him even more but no one had any idea what he was talking about.

"She was in love with me, this whole time, for a long time. And I didn't see it, didn't see that everything I needed was right under my nose! Even that damn monster knew about it, he told me during the vision, and I still didn't figure anything out!" he kept shouting waving his arms and walking around the room, overtired and irritated he felt himself on the verge of a breakdown.

"Who's in love with you?" asked Eddie trying to keep up.

"Y/n" walked over to the fireplace and sat across from him remembering every detail of one of the most beautiful nights of his life. "When she said she loved me she was telling the truth, and I foolishly thought she was just faking it so convincingly, god what have I done," he said more quietly hiding his face in his hands. No one expected that the first day of 1987 would turn out to be the day they witnessed Steve Harrington crying over a girl, not her crying over him. "She told me she loved me right fucking here and I didn't believe her, I thought she was just pretending, that it was just a temporary, one-time thing, god I'm such an idiot," he felt miserable. Realizing that everything he wanted he had so close to him, and lost it through his own stupidity was like sticking a knife in his cage and twisting it in slow motion.

"Steve, maybe there is still a chance..." Robin sat down next to him hugging him.

"Just a few hours ago she kissed you, so surely her feelings didn't just disappear." Eddie added wanting to comfort his friend in some way.

"Maybe she needed some time alone with herself? Maybe that's why she went?" asked Jonathan.

"My dudes, time for a word of wisdom, wipe away your tears my boy!" Argyle slowly rose from his seat and stood in the middle. "One of the senses I acquired with the magic purple palm tells me that we are dealing here with a very fragile thing called love." his tone was solemn, everyone waited for the next part with slight amusement on their faces. Argyle, in his colorful mismatched clothes, did not resemble the wise men described in the books one bit. "It's not easy to gain, but very easy to lose, which doesn't change the fact that it's definitely worth fighting for." He smiled broadly and reached out his hand toward Steve, whom he helped rise from the floor. "Sitting here and crying won't get you anywhere, fortunately you have great friends who will clean up the chaos while you get in the carriage and go straight to the palace of the one of your heart's choice."

"Thanks man..." said Steve wiping away tears. Feeling and seeing their support involuntarily one corner of his mouth lifted.

"But uh- Steve?" interjected Robin. "As your best friend I have to say this so don't get angry. Before you go... take the damn shower." Hearing her last words some couldn't stand it and burst into laughter.

When Steve disappeared behind the bathroom door the rest lazily took to cleaning up. The shower brought him a kind of relief, still repeating in his mind that everything was going to be fine he got dressed and went downstairs where everyone threw words of encouragement at him as well and then literally pushed him out the door saying that they would wait for him to come back here with you.

You didn't live too far away so a few minutes later he was standing outside your door ringing the bell. All the windows were blacked out, and for a moment he wondered if anyone was home at all, but fortunately after a while your mother opened it letting him in. She knew that Steve was your friend so she saw no obstacle in letting him go straight to your room without telling you that you had a visitor. You were lying on your bed staring at the snow falling outside the window. When you heard a quiet knock on the door you just shouted that it was open. Thinking it was your mother, you didn't even turn around when you heard the quiet click of the door closing. The mattress next to you bent under someone's weight so only then did you turned to look.

"Steve?" you asked surprised and raised yourself on your elbows.

"I love you." he said looking you straight in the eyes. Now you stared at him dazedly wondering if you were sure you were awake that morning. "I think I've always loved you. I thought about it all night, about every possible moment we spent together, and even then I definitely felt something more for you, but almost the end of the world we lived through made me push those feelings aside, and that was a big mistake, because I know you love me too. And we could have found out about it much earlier than my blindness. Like a moron I went on dates that were King Steve style. The truth is that none of them were interesting. I know now that I was subconsciously comparing them all to you." Trying to keep up with his words, you sat on the bed without looking away from him. "That night, at my place, when we watched those damn movies and drank too much wine... It was the best night of my life. And I want you to know that every I love you that I said then was honest. I thought at the time that my heart spoke for me and I know that you were honest too, I know because I felt it with my whole self. I felt it in your voice, in your touch, even in your presence there and I know that if you had pretended I would never have felt that way. It's all one big chaos for me y/n I feel so damn lost, but one thing I'm sure of...I love you and I want to walk through this chaos holding your hand. I want to hold you as close as I can, so I beg you for a chance. For you to forgive me all these months and let me make it all up to you."

His words hit you with such force that you felt like you were about to fall off the bed. Stunned, you watched the emotions on his face change with each passing second. Fear. Anxiety. Hope. Desperation. He was desperate to get some kind of answer from you, he deserved an answer so you quickly snapped and opened your mouth to say something but to no effect. The silence frightened him more and more with each passing moment, but he still waited patiently wiping his sweaty palms in his pants.

"I... I love you Steve." That was the only thing you managed to squeak out. It was enough for him. He didn't need anything more to quickly approach you and kiss you. Once again, a kiss was your form of conveying emotion when words were lacking. Relief. Happiness. Love.

"I know." I gasped out into your mouth. "I know you love me."

"I know you love me too. I can feel it." You smiled and this time it was you who kissed first.

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Thought I’d give this writing stuff a try and what better way to do it then with your favorite white haired reaper boy heh. Anyways hope you enjoy <3

Love for the Wilting Lily

18 +

The shop was always a quiet and pleasant space. Despite the occasional bodies that were being worked on, the clients that came in to drop their loved ones off or the occasional drop in of a certain earl and his butler.

Y/n spent most their days cleaning and helping around the shop. Most times helping the Mortician of the shop with his daily chores. The usual cooking, laundry, even shopping from time to time. It was a peaceful and enjoyable job to them. They never questioned or excepted something different. This was their safe place. He was their safe place

Today was like any other day around the shop, the bell above the door only ringing from time to time with the sound of a person walking in. Y/N was in the front of the desk writing and organizing the notes and papers not paying attention to the person standing in front of them. The sound of a pen hitting papers echoed softly in the room.

“ Ah .. excuse me .. I’m here to .. plan-“

A loud bang was heard as the coffin next to the person standing near the desk opened aggressively. A small yell of surprise being heard from them. Y/n looked up with a soft sigh and chuckle, “ there you are, I was wondering where you ran off too undertaker”

A giggle left undertakers mouth as he got up dusting himself off with a small hum, “ a mighty comfortable place don’t ya think poppet” he said with a small laugh. Y/n couldn’t help but blush softly hearing that laugh of his. Their heart pounding a little.

Undertaker quickly turned his attention to the new customer, talking to them as he showed them around, listening to their requests and small cries. Y/n always wondered how undertaker did his job so well, seeing as how cheerful and funny he could be, they never really saw or seen his tender and calm side.

Undertaker glanced in Y/n’s direction with a cheeky smile, continuing his conversation with the customer. He could feel y/n’s soft gaze and smile. He chuckled softly bringing a hand to his chin , thinking as he watched the customer leave the shop

As they day went on the streets of London began to quiet down. The shop quiet like it was before, only the sound of a candle and paper being written on were heard. Y/n hummed to themselves going over their notes and work. Undertaker watched from the corner of the room. Seeing the smile of y/n’s face as if it were brighter. Their lips soft and plump. A rosey pink tone. Their tender eyes.

Undertaker felt a sense of pride seeing y/n there, here, with him. He chuckled softly again going over to them. Y/n not paying attention, focusing on the papers in front of them, a small sigh leaving them.

Their eyes tiredly retracing the words. Y/n’s focus shifted as they felt undertakers nail on their cheek, softly poking them as he stood close to them, his hips in clear view to y/n. A blush entering their face as they heard a light laugh from undertaker his hands now moving to y/n’s shoulder, his head coming closer to theirs, looking at the papers as well.

His eyes were never visible to y/n, only his silver hair that looked and felt like velvet. They never payed attention to them before until now. The glowing tint of green showing through his strands of hair. Undertaker turned his attention to y/n, their staring making his heart flutter almost. He chuckled bringing his hand away from their shoulder, moving it to their face, his fingers softly grazing on their soft and warm skin.

“ always a messy one aren’t you dearie” his fingers trialing more and more to y/n’s neck. Y/n’s heart fluttered feeling and seeing how close he was. His cold hands softly touching their skin. A soft gasp leaving their mouth as undertakers fingers trialed to their neck. Feeling the soft tickling sensation of his nails and fingertips. Undertaker looked content feeling and touching y/n. His eyes trialing their body.

Y/n looked away for a moment letting out a small laugh, “ Your quiet today .. and very-“ Undertaker brought his hand to their face again playing with their bottom lip as y/n moved back a little, surprised by the touch.

Undertaker moved his hands away with a small hum standing up with a smile, showing the ink on his hands, “ like I said poppet, always the messy one” a laugh slipping from his mouth. Y/n raised an eyebrow looking at the mirror across the room seeing the ink stains on their face. Y/n got up quickly rubbing their face as undertaker burst with laughter. Y/n scoffed, a deep blush showing on their face as they walked away in a hurry.

A new day came as y/n sat near the desk with a puzzled expression. The event from yesterday playing in their head. That same blush that appeared covered all over y/n’s face. Y’n couldn’t focus as their foot tapped on the floor. No undertaker in right they thought standing up. Their eyes glued to the floor as they walked towards the kitchen before feeling a soft fabric on their face, bumping into a certain someone’s chest.

“ I-I’m sorry I was-“

“Thinking about something?” Undertaker said with a small giggle, his arms wrapping around y/n as he looked down at them, bringing his hands to their chin to fully see their flustered face, “ Or perhaps a certain someone poppet?”

Y/n was speechless as they felt undertakers hands again on their skin. Y/n looked away fumbling on their words as they felt undertakers eyes on them. Their heart pounding, their stomach fluttering. Undertaker couldn’t help but chuckle in his low tone, seeing y/n’s adorable look.

“ I .. I was thinking about todays chores… and ..”

“ poppet, your not very good at lying I hope you know” his hands still on y/n’s face, his nails and fingertips going back to their lips like last night, “ Your face says it all” he said with a grin. Y/n’s eyes looked back up at undertaker. Their face feeling hotter than before as undertaker brought their face closer to his, practically standing on their tippy toes. Undertaker moving his face to y/n’s neck, his lips close to their ear, “ We’re you thinking about last night, because I for a fact was”

Y/n let out a gasp feeling his hot breath on their ear. Words not being a able to form as they felt his lips come closer and closer. The bell rang as the front door opened slowly. Voices being heard entering as y/n felt themselves being moved to the wall, pinned by undertaker. Y/n let out a small whimper feeling undertaker so close again. Not knowing what he was going to do.

“ Undertaker .. there’s people waiting..” y/n said in a whisper as undertaker brought his finger to their lips again shushing them. Y/n grew confused, feeling their heart beat faster. The footsteps and voices from the front of store quiet but clear enough to the both of them, y/n looked up at undertaker with a eyebrow raised, seeing his face in a serious yet calm tone. His eyes going back to y/n, lust filled with them as his Quickly brought his lips to theirs, a small moan escaping y/n’s lips.

Undertaker kept his grip on y/n tight as his head payed attention to the “customers”, while his body payed attention to y/n. Their lips soft just as he imagined, the warmth of their mouth mixing with his.

Y/n didn’t know how long they stood their, kissing one another, their pants turning into soft moans as his tongue entered their mouth. His hands moving down to their hips, bringing them closer to him as y/n wrapped their arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Undertakers teeth grazed y/n’s bottom lip, moving towards their neck, his tongue trailing and exploring them. Y/n whimpered wrapping their fingers into his hair. Their hips softly grinding into Undertakers. The voices grew quiet as it was just them now. Y/n felt his hands begin to trail underneath their clothing, his nails tickling their skin.

Y/n felt shivers along their back as undertaker hummed moving his lips back to theirs, tugging on their clothing, “ I like this shy side of you poppet” he said with a chuckle. Y/n’s face redder than ever as they pushed him away softly, panting. Undertaker took a step back with a smirk. Watching them closely before reaching his hand to their cheek, softly wiping away the mess they both made, “ Will I be receiving more later in the future dearie?” He said with a small tease.

Y/n could hardly breath, trying to process what had just happened. Not even paying attention to his words anymore. Undertaker sighed softly kissing their forehead with a hum, “ I’ll take that as a maybe” a laugh escaping his lips as he turned around and walked away.

Y/n stood their for a moment touching their lips as they slowly walked out of the room into theirs, their cheeks and stomach burning. Their hands shaking. Even through all the nerves in their body, a smile formed as they jumped into their bed, hugging their pillow tightly with a giggle, a soft sigh escaping their lips as they laid in bed, their blush still there only softer, “ Maybe …” they said in a whisper, closing their eyes with a smile.

[princessbettina]

4th of July Kisses Headcanons-Walter Deville x Fem!Reader

Happy 4th of July, everyone!!

I'm not really a big fan of this holiday, especially because of the annoyingly loud fireworks. They freak me out because of how loud they are, and I think they aren't necessary, in my opinion. Anyways, one way to cope if you will and feel more at ease with them was to write this Walter story/headcanon story.

The scene in the Invitation where the fireworks go off as Walt and Evie get to know each other, which leads to them sharing a kiss really inspired me to write this and the idea of it has started to relax my nerves a bit about fireworks in general. If you have the same anxious fear of fireworks, then I hope this short story fic helps! <3

Warnings: None-Kissing and fluff. I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Divider Credit: saradika on Tumblr

When meeting Walter and the rest of the family, and finding out who and what they truly were, you never imagined that celebrating world holidays such as the 4th of July, would be a part of your new vampire lifestyle, but it was.

Yes, when you and Walt officially tied the knot, there were fireworks-both figuratively and literally. Especially when you both shared a kiss or two.

At first, you didn't mind the fireworks, but as the years went on celebrating the 4th, you developed a fear of them. Maybe it was because of how loud they appeared to be? Whatever the reason, you couldn't put your finger on it.

When Walter got word of your fear, he did everything in his power to protect you and help relax your nerves. He would first gently pull you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and the base, center of your back as you did the same for him too.

"Darling, it's alright. The fireworks won't harm you. Trust me, you're safe." Walt reassured you, his thumb gently caressing your face, causing you to blush.

You then smile up at him before resting your head on his shoulder, "I know, I know. But the popping and banging noises from them sound like I'm doomed and in grave danger from far away in the distance. Maybe that's why they scare me."

Walter nodded his head, softly smiling down at you. Letting you know that he understands and that your fear is valid, "You have nothing to fear, my love. Fireworks are like a mini soiree in the sky."

You playfully rolled your eyes as Walt and you both chuckled together. Lifting your head up, you gently booped his nose, "You're too funny, Walt Bae. Thank you for being so supportive. I love you."

"Anything for you, darling. I love you too." Walter hummed softly while planting a kiss on your neck.

Another helpful thing Walter did to help you was giving you kisses. Kisses anywhere. He knew just how much you enjoyed and loved it when he kissed you.

When your least favorite holiday rolled around again this year,and the fireworks began, Walter politely pulled you aside, and excused both himself and you from the fancy and festive party / guests and traveled with you to his pottery / ceramics office building, you enjoyed getting to spend time in that room, especially with your husband.

Taking a few deep breaths and sighing in relief was just what you needed as soon as you stepped into the space. Walt, a few steps behind you as he closed the door and traveled to your side in a matter of seconds. The fireworks grew louder from the outside.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I always feel calmer when I'm either with you and in this room, and I'm definitely feeling a slight improvement." You winked at him, causing him to blush and smirk flirtatiously at you.

"I'm so honored to hear that. I think I know something that could help you even more, darling." Walter chirped quickly as he began to look deeply into your eyes.

You quickly caught onto his gorgeous ocean like gaze and began blushing when you caught his eyes shift down to your lips. "Oh yeah? You turning off the fireworks or stopping them all together, Walt Bae?"

"Not exactly what I was going to suggest. Would you like me to turn them off? I can gladly do that if you think it would help, my love." Asked Walter, tilting his head slightly as he continued to look deep into your eyes.

You playfully shook your head and giggled. You knew that Walter knew that you were just messing around with him. You knew he had something else in mind, and you couldn't wait for it. "What were you going to suggest?"

Walt playfully raised an eyebrow and giggled, "Your favorite, and that is a kiss. How about this, how many fireworks go off is how many kisses you'll receive."

You instantly blushed once more after hearing those words your husband said. You playfully and then flirtatiously smirked at him and began to lean towards Walt near his ear, "What are you waiting for? Please do it, lovey." You whispered with pleading eyes, showing him that your fear of the fireworks going off right outside was beginning to creep up in you.

Thankfully getting the message, Walt flirtatiously smirked back at you and got closer to you too, "Ask and you shall receive, darling." Was the last thing Walter whispered to you before he filled the gap on top of your lips.

Your fear immediately washed away and became a blur as the kiss continued and deepened. Walter always had some kind of magic when he kissed you. Maybe it's a part of him being a vampire or something, but you absolutely loved it either way.

The fireworks continued to pop more outside but that didn't seem to bother you anymore, your mind was focused on the kisses that were being shared with your husband and your self and honestly you wished this kiss would last forever.

Bonus: When you slowly started to come back to reality and your ears picked up the loud fireworks right outside, you anchored onto Walt's arm and whispered, "I just heard four of them go off, does that mean what I think it does, lovey?"

Chuckling softly to himself as his blushy smirk appeared again, Walt whispered, "You're absolutely right. Smart and good girl, you are, my love."

You flushed to yourself and felt like your face was on fire after hearing what Walt replied with. This extremely handsome and sly vampire who just so happened to be your husband, definitely knew what he was doing to always get you going, if you know what I mean, and you loved every single second of it.

"Four fireworks in a row equals four kisses for my beautiful darling, Y/n." Walt whispered quickly to you before kissing you again and taking you away from your thoughts and anxious thoughts once again.

[gt-abby]

Mar and Jake- Chapter 9

oooh boy here we go

tag list: @soakedmilkgt

chapter eight chapter nine (you're here) chapter ten

----- 2200~ words

The weekend quickly came, with no new powers that were granted to the tiny host or any new dreams about the cruel god. Her new friends kept her company as much as they could, and whenever they couldn’t she’d be able to keep herself entertained with various electronics around the house. She would try to do everything she could to keep herself from being alone with her thoughts. She would also do her best to look cheerful around the giants, showing no signs of anxiety or depression about what might come or what has happened before with her parents. She didn’t want them to worry about her too much.

“Watcha doing?” Mar flew into Jake’s room, seeing him hunched over something on his desk. This time there was no sign of cleanliness or organization in his room, as if he adopted Mar’s role as the messy one. She arrived at his desk and stood down on it with one foot, the broken one in the air as she used her flight ability to stay upright, looking around at all the books and notebooks scattered around. He didn’t respond to her, seemingly in too deep in his work. She saw his eyes, too tired to focus properly, with eye bags so deep it was a wonder he was still awake.

“Hey, earth to Jake!” She waved a small arm in front of his face and smiled when he refocused his eyes and finally looked at her.

“Oh, hey, sorry I didn’t see you.”

“You look exhausted.”

“Yes, well this project is due very soon and I really need to finish it so,” he waved his hand to shoo her away. Mar was stunned. Was she some kind of mosquito to wave away? No, she wasn’t going to let that slide, nor was she going to let him become a study-zombie. So she stood on top of the notebook he was working on and looked up at him, her hands on her hips and her face pouty.

“Go to sleep, you can’t study like this.” She said as he looked at her, haziness in his eyes. He sighed.

“Mar, I know you are worried about me, and I appreciate that, but I really can’t allow myself to do anything until I make some progress.”

“I’m serious, your grades will suffer if you work on it half asleep.”

Jake sighed again, and wordlessly picked her up by the back of her shirt and placed her off of his notebook.

“H-hey! Rude much?” Mar exclaimed, almost falling on her bottom.

He continued ignoring her, writing down something. She floated back to where she was before, insistent on getting her way.

“Ugh, Mar,” Jake pressed two fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Please, just… go away.”

“No! You’re rude and emotionless when you’re tired. Just take a rest a little bit and I’ll leave you alone to your work.”

“Yeah, you think I’m ‘rude and emotionless?’ I’ll show you emotionless.”

Before she could react, he grabbed her, grasping her in his fist, stood up and walked over to the kitchen.

“What the hell?!” Mar’s heart dropped, as she felt him squeeze her like a stress toy. Her broken leg began hurting, too, but any attempt at talking to the giant or squirming was left ignored. She couldn’t even see where he was taking her as she was with her front facing backwards.

“Jake…” she began pleading, but looking up she only saw his eyebrows pressed together as he looked forward, as if she weren’t even there. She began feeling dread fill her, for the first time in days feeling small, so small…

Jake arrived at the kitchen, took a glass from the drying rack, and held Mar in place on the counter as he slid her under the flipped-upside-down cup.

“Jake, you’re not serious?!”

“Dead serious.” He responded coldly, closing the gap quickly and holding it down so Mar would be fully caged in. “I’ll let you out when I’m done.” And with that, he left.

“Jake!” Mar shouted, tears filling her eyes, “Jake please! Let me out this isn’t funny!“ she banged her tiny fists on the glass, but it was too heavy for her to even move. He’d already left the room. There was no way he was thinking straight. He would never do something like this… right? Well, he did, and he won’t be coming back any time soon. He won’t be able to hear her pleas, see her struggling, or in any way was he going to help her out of the cage he made for her.

Mar began hyperventilating. She hadn’t felt so scared of Jake ever since the first night, and her thoughts spiraled into oblivion, making her anxiety worse. She tried pushing the glass again but failed once more. She was truly stuck. And no one was going to help her this time.

—

“Ugh..” Jake sat up and stretched out his arms. He was so hyper focused on the project that he’d lost sense of time. It was pitch black outside, and the clock on his phone indicted it was also incredibly early in the morning. He looked over to the nightstand, expecting to see Mar sleeping there, but when he saw she wasn’t there, he quickly remembered where she was. He stood up so fast the chair fell over and sprinted to the kitchen to find her where he had left her- in the glass prison.

“Shit…. shit shit shit shit shit!” He lifted the cup as quickly as he could and with shaking hands he was about to pick his little friend up, but he saw her flinch, raising her tiny arms to cover her head protectively when he lifted the cup, and when he brought his palms closer to her she cowered away, her eyes big and her pupils like dots darting around to try and find a place to hide.

“Shit, Mar, I’m so so so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry please,” he lowered his body and pressed his chin on the countertop. “Don’t be afraid, I’m sorry…” He pleaded.

She didn’t reply. She was looking everywhere else but at him. She looked absolutely exhausted and rightfully terrified and angry. He placed his face in his palms, his heart dropping to the floor. His worst fear has come true. All the trust she put in him was gone, just like that, and it’s all his fault. It’s all his fault.

Mar took the opportunity of him not looking at her with his giant examining eyes and darted off, like a scared animal, into her room. The door was open, and she wasn’t going to be able to close it, but she could definitely hide in one of her piles of clothes. He wouldn’t find her there.

These have been the most tormenting hours she has experienced. There was not enough space for her to lie down and fall asleep- not that she was able to with how fast her heart was pounding. She could either stand on one foot or sit with her knees to her chest, spiraling into the deepest and longest anxiety attacks she’s ever had. The time seemed to be stretched into infinity.

Then, when she was hiding in her pile of clothes, she grasped at her shirt where her heart was, her lungs aching, and tried focusing on the comforting embrace of the weight of the blanket she surrounded herself with. It was grounding, physical, warm. Nothing bad could happen to her there.

“Mar?” The muffled voice reached her ears and they twitched. He was looking for her. He repeated her name as he walked around the apartment, checking every crevice and corner for any sign of her.

“Just leave me alone…” she sighed, mumbling to herself. After the panic subsided, she began feeling anger rise in her heart. How could he subject her to something so cruel? Not only did he imprison her in a humiliating cage, but he left her there for hours, alone with her thoughts. He also grabbed her so viscously she could still feel his phantom fingers wrapped around her body, locking her in place, sucking the air out of her breath. She remembered how the fire deity held her in the dream and couldn’t care less about her wellbeing. Jake didn’t even hesitate when he treated her like an object to be thrown away when it gets in his way. But she also knew he didn’t really mean it. She knew he wasn’t thinking when he did that, and she knew his apologies were genuine. She couldn’t help the feeling of betrayal she felt, though. It was too soon to face him.

—

Jake didn’t know where she flew off to, but he did know he’d no way of finding out. He royally screwed up this time, and no matter how bad it made him feel, he knew there was no going back. No apology could be enough to get the trust she had in him back- he had to earn it all over again.

His head was cupped in his hands hopelessly when he heard a knock on the door, and he quickly got up to open it for the only other friend he had left.

“What happened? Why did you need me to come so badly?” Emily walked through the doorway and crossed her arms. “And where’s Mar?”

After a brief explanation later, Emily sighed.

“You did it, you finally gave me a reason to slap you!” She said coldly, anger rising in her voice as she finished the sentence in a shout.

“And believe me, I’d have slapped myself if I could.”

“Oh, you still can, and I’d love to see that, but it won’t help in any way.”

Jake breathed out loudly as he fell back down on the couch. “What do I do now…? She’ll never forgive me.”

“Yes, you’re right, and rightfully so, but right now we have to focus on finding her or something might happen to her. Maybe she can fly but she’s still injured. And I think I have an idea as to how.”

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“Mar?”

Mar heard a familiar voice come from the direction of the entrance to the room. She’d only noticed that she fell asleep when she was woken up by the sound of the door closing. She peaked out of the clothes pile to see jake’s giant shadow from behind the door and a tiny figure walking forward and standing in the middle of the room, looking around. It was Emily, shrunken to Mar’s size, looking for her. She glanced back to the door to see Jake leave, and only then did she emerge out of her hiding place.

“Em… what are you doing here?” Mar asked as she stood on one foot in front of her.

“I’m here for you, I heard what happened… I’m so sorry.”

Mar sighed, “it’s not your fault so don’t apologize. But…” She suddenly felt her tears come back up again and flood her vision. Her lower lip quivered. “I-I hated it so much, Em… He looked so scary..” She fell into Emily’s arms and the latter hugged her back, stroking the back of her head.

“Shh… it’s okay Mar, he isn’t here right now. And, you know, he does really regret it.”

“I know that, but I still can’t help but shiver when he comes near. I can’t help but feel threatened. He.. he held me so tight I felt like I was about to pop, and he just left so coldly after he put the glass over my head… I can’t help but be scared of him now.”

“I understand you… y’know, when my ability to shift came up the first time, I was also shrunk to this size and when my parents found me, they were so clumsy, they didn’t know how to act with me.. They also held me too tight, talked too loudly, were careless when dealing with me, and I was too afraid to explain to them how that made me feel. It took a long time for me to return to normal, and an even longer time for me to be able to feel comfortable around them again, even in a normal human size. But I did know deep down they cared about me deeply and never meant me any harm.”

Mar kept silent. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see Jake any time soon, but after calming down, after it was over, she couldn’t imagine the amount of guilt from which he was suffering. She had to at least let him see her. She then remembered the night he held her close to his chest, and how comforting it was for her. His warmth, and the faint beating of his heart. She wanted to experience that again.

Emily looked at Mar, knowing what she was thinking about. She wasn’t exactly ready to forgive him but, it was getting there. Mar hugged Emily again, and tearfully thanked her. Emily returned the embrace, then nodded at her as she held out her hand.

“I’m here with you.”

As Emily slowly returned to her normal size, she and Mar held hands, with Mar floating up slowly to stay at eye level with Emily. Then Emily opened the door for them, Mar gulping as they walked out.

[query-quadrant]

AVICE NEEDED !!!!11!!!!!!11!!

HELP!!! HOW2 ??? ASK SOMEONE OUT PITCH ??//?? NEED GOOD ROMANTIC GESTURE SO THEY KNOW I AM SERIOUS ABOUT THEM

BEST MOST ROMANTIC WAY YO ASK SOMEONE OUT AS KISMESES: ??!??/

ok im gonna start this off with a warning dont start shit off with a bang if you cant keep up that momentum

not to be all sparkly spade emoji vitriol emoji sparkly spade emoji on you but the most over the top romantic way ive ever been asked out is when grey sent me that insane hate letter virus thing and that idiot could NOT keep it going really set himself up for failure there

if you start shit off with a grand romantic gesture you gotta be prepared to keep that energy going 

but anyway here

dubiously good ideas: 

1. once asked a dude out by pouring bleach out in his lawn ring in the shape of a spade so it killed all the grass it was really funny and was stuck like that till it grew back lmao dude got a lot of questions about it

2. one of my best friends got a bunch of calligraphy supplies and ye old ink and a quill and wrote a very fancy looking list of all the things wrong with the girl she sent it to like it looked fancy but the actual letter wasnt it was mostly swear words and shit like “thats why youre so fucking stupid youre a freak youre a freak and your clothes are ugly" and sealed it in a fancy envelope with a wax seal and everything and like a kiss mark on the envelope with her best lipstick it was really funny

3. ok this ones gonna be long and really fucking abnormal but lets be serious here if you actually need something big and grand and unique and dont wanna ask them out normal style and also im not just yapping at you and regurgitating shit i already did or a friend of mine did or that you can find in a list online already like "buy them dead flowers teehee and make them a ransom note winky face kissy emoji five exclamation points" then i mean obviously doing something personal is best i mean grey and i have the internet feud thing going on so tech based shit is it but for you your rivalry is probably based on something else doing something rooted in thats sappy and stupid and sparkly spade gif for real

what i mean is pick something you both already compete in and do it way better than they can or make it a custom challenge for them and mix your confession into it like the stupid virus i got

if you both do baking do something really difficult and annoying or time consuming that you know they cant in the shape of a middle finger 

mod a game or just boot up marioh maker and make them a stupidly hard but also well built custom troll level and hide the confession at the end 

write a custom flarp thing and when you beat their ass have your big evil character monologue be the confession 

a whole custom pitch themed escape room could be really funny if youre rich or have the right friends 

or who knows whatever it really depends on what youre into some of these are insane and embarrassing as fuck but if it works for you it works

oh man this shit got away from me lmao but basically do something specific to your rivalry that says im challenging you im better than you and i want you idk why i didnt just say that youre not dumb you dont need examples anyway

finally heres bad advice youre here for that shit probably lets go bad advice: 

1. ok i have a new idea thats going to totally revolutionize the pitch dating sphere what if instead of asking people out pitchways you try and have the worst possible confession in a different quadrant possible just really shitty awkward insulting badly timed the works 

see if you can piss them off enough with it that they just have to have you as their kismesis its called reverse psychology its very smart and sophisticated and could never go wrong

2. you can always kill their lusus killing their lusus is totally not famous for almost always backfiring and only working in insane romance novels and really shitty movies dont worry about it

3. steal a confession from a fanfic make sure its from a fandom theyre into so you can recommend them that same fanfic later

3. ask them for advice on how to ask people out pitchways and do exactly that 

wait ok actually that one could be good thats hilarious never mind put that on the good list i mean its not romantic but it could be so funny if you did it right