#yes we got him jealous about the painting but you don't understand

[sayangrafayel]

Him reacting to you SCREAMING while watching an idol (be it J-POP, K-POP, or any singer at all)

Another good and (something I wanted to do) request! The anon asked for their reaction to you SCREAMING. Emphasis on screaming and going crazy over idols. Enjoy!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

As soon as he heard your screams, he IMMEDIATELY rushed to you.

"SWEETIE, WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU OKAY?" "Yes!!! I'm just so...! LOOK AT THEM SY, THEY ARE SO COOL. AAAAH."

He turns his attention at your screen and furrows his eyebrows! How dare! He can sing and dance like that too, you know?

Starts singing along and you would lose focus, because now your 6'2" boyfriend is in the room stumbling and singing off key. But holy hell, you love him for it. What a dork.

Xavier

Is currently watching the same thing with you.

"I don't understand.. how are they so energetic?" "BECAUSE THEY ARE THE BEEEEST! MY POOKIE!" "But I thought I was your pookie.. 🥺"

At first he was jealous someone else got your attention that much, but the thought that he's the one who gets to hold you every time he please soothes him.

You absolutely made him dress up as your idol at least ONCE. Your boyfriend's pretty face cannot go to waste! You even suggested that he could be an idol if he wanted to. He didn't like it though... he just wants to be your Xavier, not anyone else's, not even as an idol.

Rafayel

He's painting on that giant canvas of his while you sit on his couch and watch your idol, you suddenly screamed and it shocked him.

"Ouchie! My poor fishie ears!" "I'm so sorry my dear, but LOOK. LOOK AT THEEEEM." "No, thank you. You know, Sylus should definitely audition to become one of those idols. It would be so funny to watch him stumble all over the stage." (Sorry I had to slip in my dynamic duo, I MISS THEM)

You would laugh of course, you love their friendship too "Rafayel, you are one cruel fishie. But you are so right!"

He would continue to paint while you continue to fangirl over your idol. He wouldn't trade this for the world.

Zayne

Like Raf, he was working on his laptop while you watch the tv and fangirl.

Turns his head to you and the tv once in awhile just to make sure you don't damage your vocal cord..

Of course he is supportive of your hobby! BUT HE IS SO SASSY ABOUT IT THOUGH.

"Raw, next question! You know what I mean Zayne!?" "No, I do not. I am a Doctor who works many hours a week and I have a real life ungrateful girlfriend to spoil."

Caleb

This one is quite hard to read. He either goes crazy with you or gets jealous. It depends on the day.

He'd take you swooning over some idol rather than another person in your life any day though.

You screaming? He's used to it. Plus, he loves how passionate you are when it comes to the things you love.

Deep down he knows you just adore your idol! You have since you both were kids! But sometimes he gets jealous okay!! But makes up for it by buying you their merch and all.

"Your idol is having a concert in three months, should we go?" "CAN WE, PLEAAAASE?" "As long as you love me the most!" ruffles your hair.

[lilysbookshelf987]

New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

[yuyu1024]

Jealous

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n & Wooyoung [ex bf]

Genre/tags: fake relationship, jealousy, maybe a little smut? Angst? A bit slow

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 cursing, smut, making out, pet names, fighting, smoking and alcohol drinking, unprotected sex, semi public [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3.0k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: this is a repost. Check pinned post ♥️

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Break ups sucks! Especially if your the one that got dumped and you have no choice but to see the other person every fucking day because you go to the same university and have the same circle of friends. This is what they mean by dating your friend will ruin your life. I should've just not tried dating him. Because if I didn't, I would've not have gotten to know him more and fell in love. Yes, I regret it now but what can I do now?

Yes, Wooyoung is a nice person. He's sweet, understanding and all the shit things girls like. Add that he's good looking, sexy and had this bad boy charisma in him. But now, I don't have him. He let me go. He let me go because I am too much for him now. He wants to focus on studying and does not want any distraction right now. He said he won't have time now to date or even think about anything else. Psssh. Who is he kidding? He can't be in a relationship with me but when we all have nights out with friends he's always present and enjoying? Whats the difference? It's not like we go on dates every fucking day! To be honest, we only meet when we were in school.

I am not that demanding for dates. Coz i understand he's busy.

Ugh. Fuck him. I am a distraction for him? Maybe our relationship was just nothing at all for him. Maybe... the more than one year we were together is just nothing for him. I don't know anymore. Maybe I'm just not his type. And he just realized it late. I'm different from all the other girls he dated before. Maybe I'm that boring for him.

"Stop staring..." a hand appears in front of my face, handing me a strawberry milk shake. "You'll poke a whole through the glass window if you keep looking at him."

It's Seonghwa. Wooyoung's best friend. They've been friends even before university. Seonghwa is like Wooyoung. Charismatic, bad boy image, a nice and kind person and all. The only difference is Woo is the text book extrovert that you can imagine. He gets along with everyone. Talks to everyone. He can get friendly to a lot of people even to those who are a bit questionable. He is that nice. He does not want to judge people that easily so he tries. While Seonghwa is more of the quiet and reserved person. He can get along with people easily especially if you guys are close and friends but he's acts a bit more cold to strangers or in general people who he does not vibe with.

"Thanks..." I take the drink from him. "Why are you here outside? The boys are all in there?"

He pulls out a cigarette from his leather jacket and takes one out from the pack using his lips. "They invited a few freshmen girls..." he lights it up and scrunches his noise with annoyance

"Men." I roll my eyes, shaking my head

"Not all men..." he puffs smoke off, "I'm here."

"Jeez, sorry..." I smile

"How are you doing?"

"Good... I guess..."

"How long has it been?"

"A month..."

"Hmm..."

Seonghwa and I, are not THAT close. We do share a few likes and interest like photography and painting as both of us have those as hobbies. But we never really talked about personal stuffs about each other besides things that are related to Wooyoung.

"Is Wooyoung still talking to you?"

"Well..." I take a sip of my drink and look at the sunset that is happening in front of us. "I asked him... to give me time... like to slowly let him off my system... meet me, chat a little.. text me good morning and goodnight... still... and then slowly lessen the communication..."

"Is it working?"

"I hope it is..." I look back inside the coffee shop and see him being friendly with the girl. "Because fuck it still hurts." I whirl my head back and try to fight the tears in my eyes. "If only there's a quick remedy for me to move on and forget."

"There is."

I gaze at him, "there is?"

The corner of his lips slowly curves up, "date again."

"What? I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready to be in a relationship again! Besides... I'm not..."

"Not what?"

"I'm not the usual girl... guys likes..."

"What do you mean by that?"

I put my drink on the table. "Look at me..." I point out to Seonghwa my appearance, "and then look at the freshmen girls in there."

He looks confused as he glances at both direction. "I don't get what you mean... for me, you and the girls are the same. Both beautiful women."

"Oh."

He looks stunned on how I reacted. "Don't Wooyoung ever tell you how beautiful you are...?"

I look down at the floor. "He does actually..."

"Hmm...I see."

We were both silent for quiet sometime.

Yes. Wooyoung always tells me or rather reassures me that I am beautiful which makes me glad and happy. He always says it but I don't feel it when we are both together and with other people. I gave an effort to always look presentable when I am with him. I learn how to put make up more than the casual look I know and even grew my hair so I can curl it or tie it nicely every once in a while. But there were moments that all my efforts were not noticed because he was busy.

"Stop doing that." Seonghwa makes me look at him, tilting my head up his hand on my chin. He then puff smoke off one last time before dumping his stick on the ashtray. He's forehead is wrinkled. He looks sort of irritated.

"What?"

"Come with me."

"Huh?"

He jolts up and pulls me with him, taking me by my wrist.

We go back inside the coffee shop where the rest of our circle of friends are in. He puts his arm around me and guides me where to go. I am so lost on what is he doing but I am not complaining because it's Seonghwa

"We'll get going..." he says as we reach the pack.

"Going?" Wooyoung asks him before his eyes goes to me. "You two?"

"We decided to hang out." Seonghwa answers, looking straight at Woo

"Ah... I see... where?" He ask

"It's a secret." Seonghwa then turns me around to make me walk first. "See you guys on monday.

His hand is still on my back, guiding me where to walk like I don't know where the exit door is.

"What was that?" I ask him as we start to walk along the sidewalk.

He drops his hand and then both place it inside his jackets pockets. "Helping you..."

"Helping me? W-what do you mean?"

"I am friends with Wooyoung for a long time now...and I know it when he's being a jerk."

"I'm not sure about...what you're saying..."

He stops walking and faces me. I replicate. "I'm sorry to break it to you... but the girl... with the short hair... Woo has been eyeing here for a few months now..."

"W-what?"

"He's a good person in general... but he sucks at being a boyfriend."

I felt my heart broke into a million pieces. "What the fuck?!?" I am shaking. I am mad. "So he break up with me, saying he's going to focus on 'studies' as we're graduating is a fucking lie??"

He takes my hand and pulls me to walk again but I jerk my hand off.

"Where are you taking me?" I am basically yelling now. "You knew this????"

He's face is still calm even though I'm throwing all my anger at him right now.

"Let's talk. But not here." He tried to make me walk again with him but I am not letting him. He's calm persona break as he got a little irritated on how hard headed I am. "When I tell you to shut up first and come with me, do it okay?" He then lifts me up over his shoulder making me squeal. "Keep quiet." He hushes me.

"Okay! Okay! I will! Just put me down! This is embarassing."

My feet touches the floor again, my face is red and hot.

"You will listen to me now?" He asks

I nod.

"Good." He walks and I follow.

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We reach the parking lot and got into his car. I slightly calmed down now after that long walk from the coffee shop to his car.

"Here." He hands me his leather jacket. "You're shaking like a twig when we're walking."

"Thanks."

Seonghwa then starts to explain to me what he noticed and what he knew. He said, Our break up he had no idea about that. It was a shocker for him too but then again after, he starts to notice little by little how Wooyoung acted a little different. New clothes, new perfume and a change in schedule of the times he goes home. They usually go home together as Wooyoung rides with him. But now, he brings his car and he has no idea where Woo goes.

"So, seeing the girls today..."

"Confirms my suspicion..."

"Fuck!" I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. "So, I was nothing to him...? Just a fling?"

"He liked you..."

"Yeah... right..." I snort, in disbelief

"Do you want to get back to him?"

"I want to! Of course! But... I'm not a violent person... I can't do cat fights or physically hurt Woo..." I sound so frustrated.

I can't believe it! So the Good Wooyoung I knew, my friend, really did cheat on me in a way. He broke up with me just to hit on another girl! What a jerk! I never thought the guy who I liked, I was serious on and loved just saw a random chick and suddenly forgot about me. The nerves! What's wrong with men?

"Use me then."

My eyes widens, "E-excuse me? W-what did you say?"

Seonghwa is looking straight at me, back to his calm and collective state. "Use me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Simple. Pretend you're dating me."

"Huh?"

"One thing about Wooyoung is... he gets jealous. For him, what his is his. Even he already threw it away."

"I don't..."

"Do you want it or not?"

"But... Why... I mean... why are you doing this?"

"To help you..."

"He's your friend..." I ask

"So? That doesn't mean I agree and support him to everything he does. Besides, dumping you is... his mistake."

I try to process everything that's happening. Earlier I'm just being sukly and pouty about our break up, now I am all angry and defeated. Then I have Seonghwa here, Woo's hot best friend, asking me to use him. I mean, USE HIM AND PRETEND TO BE MY BOYFRIEND TO GET BACK TO WOOYOUNG.

"Oh gosh." I massage the temples of my head. "I'm getting dizzy by just thinking."

"Decide now."

"Wait. Why are you rushing? Can't you give me time to think first?"

"No, decide now. Before it's too late."

"Too late for what?"

"I can see him from afar, coming... looking for my car."

I was about to look back but then Seonghwa grab my face and ask me to look at him, only him. "Just agree and then our deal starts now."

"W-what. Wait.. I am..."

"Say yes."

"B-but... what are we going to do... if I agree...?"

"Everything...." his face moves closer, "Date...kiss... touch... and... more..." his eyes goes to my eyes to down my body. "As long as you want it."

Fuck. Why is he saying it like that? I could hear my breathing and my head throbbing. Like my heart is about to explode! I don't know what to think now. But maybe because I am bitter and angry at the moment, I agreed to him "Okay... fine... let's do it."

Seonghwa smirks, "Good girl..."

He leans forward and crashes his lips to mine. His hands on my jaw, guiding me again, tilting my head to the side so he can push in further into the kiss. I can slightly taste the cigarette from earlier. But that taste slowly fades away as the kiss deepens. And I don't have an explanation how and why. But the kiss becomes sweet all of a sudden.

I don't want him to stop. I want his tongue in my mouth more. I want this. This is so sexy. It's so... darn good and delicious!

Unconciously, my hands goes to around his neck. My body is finding a comfy way for me to kiss him back. Then his hand, slowly goes to my neck, to my shoulder then down my chest area. He cups one of my breast getting a quiet moan out of me.

I felt a smile from his lips while we are kissing. "You... sound... so sexy" he utters in between kisses

We are getting intense as minutes goes by. I am already climbing on top of him. His hands are all over my body, touching my skin under my clothes and shending wild shivers all over me. This is so intense. I've never experienced a make out like this before.

Like I said, Wooyoung must've found me boring because I've never been like this in public or semi public. But with Seonghwa, out of nowhere, I am like this. And we just had our deal like 10minutes ago. Why am I so at ease with him?

He grunts as his hands reaches my hips, gently eases me down. I could feel his erection. Hard.

"Fuck..." he hisses smiling, throwing his head back, as we both pull away from the kiss catching our breathes in rythm. "Y/n, you're driving me insane."

I lean forward, my head resting on his chest. I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine "what if someone sees us?" I ask

"Then let them see..." he tilts my head up so he could kiss me again. "You're one heck of a kisser."

I blush, "I'm not..." I back away a little. "You are..."

"Y/n, you can feel my erection from my pants. Believe me, it's you."

I bite my lip, nervously. "I don't know what to say..."

He arches a brow, "Well, what do you want us to do next?"

Fuck me! Just freakin' fuck me. Make me scream. Make me want you. That's what my brain is screaming but my lips can't say it.

"Y/n, it's okay.... it's okay to want sex... trust me... I'm okay with it." He pulls me in his embrace and kisses me again. But this time, it's more intimate and soft. "So, tell me..." he nuzzles his face onto my neck. "Tell me what you want..."

Oh what the heck! Let's do this!

I begin stripping for him. First I untie my hair. Revealing my long wavy dark hair up to my breast. Then I take blouse off and my bra next.

"I want you..."

He take his shirt off and unbuckles his belt to reveal all of him to me. His lean muscle, toned abs and his...

"Shit." I hiss as I see his length.

"You like what you see, darling?" He adjust his position carrying me along. I felt the tip of his length brush over my core and it already made me shiver. "If it's too much, tell me and I'll stop... okay?"

I hug him and nodded, "please..." I beg

One subtle thrust, he's in.

"Ahh, f-fuck!" I gasp.

"Okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay."

He searches for my face, clearing all the hair covering my face. "Look at me... I want to see your face when I fuck you..."

Every push and pull is driving my crazy. I've never felt this aroused, excited and thirsty while doing it. It's so addicting how he kisses me, how he touches me and how he pleases me. This is just our first time doing it out of spite. A deal just to make your ex jealous who probably just saw you two kissed for like 10 seconds and left but here you are having fun, naked and volnurable in the parking lot.

"You're blushing..." he says. He runs his knuckles lightly on your cheek.

"Ah!" I cry, gripping to hard on his shoulders. "S-so, g-good!" I'm breathing so hard

The more I move my hips with his rythm the more I could feel the sensation in me. I'm almost there!

"Where do you want me to... come...?" He grunts. He's also about to hit his climax.

"Please... in me..." I lean forward to kiss him, "I'm taking pills... It's okay."

Holy crap! This is it! I lost my shits the moment both of us came just seconds apart. I never felt a relieved when he continously hit the spot for me, letting me enjoy it and made me come first. And then when I felt him fill me up, the warm sensation, its beautiful. I know it's not a sexy word to describe it but... it is.

Laughing quietly, "This is just in the car... limited time and space... I'm curious how wonderful our tandem would be in bed..."

I kiss his chest and lick him from there till I reach the neck, "We can find out... next time..."

"Love that..."

We start to get dress, giggling on how on earth did we accomplished ourselves without anyone reporting us. Seonghwa said, yes his car is tinted but he's sure a few people saw the rocking car.

"That would be hilarious and embarassing if... we got caught naked and linked." I says while I clasping my bra.

Seonghwa let's me get dressed at the back so I have more space. He know how complicated girls' outfits are.

"Y/n... has anyone told you before... how cute you are... blushing?"

"I don't think... anyone ever mentioned that..."

"If so... let me do the honor... Y/n, You are so cute blushing... like earlier... I will never forget how cute you looked."

"Stop... I am getting embarassed. Let's just go... please?"

"Okay..." he smiles. Then he bends down to pick his bag. "Before we go, can I take a photo of you?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because... your fucking sexy."

[eyebulb]

From the other perspective tho.. I don't relate as much to Blitz, I've never been in the position to hurt people and it's not my go to..to yknow get angry and intentionally push people away. I'm not afraid of intimacy, I crave it deeply and just doesn't believe I'm gonna get it. But.. I loved Blitz this episode.. even the shittier parts of him. While I identify with Stolas, I get Blitz and find him so interesting to watch. He was being genuine in a way we haven't seen and I love the growth on him.. It looks great. And oh god how it hurt seeing him accepting defeat for the sake of Stolas. And the talk with Verosika was something I didn't fully know I needed. And I also think this little interaction can really help her finally start to heal. I've seen people thinking this ep was gonna paint her in a bad light but I honestly feel like it painted her in a great light. Taking care of others, standing up for herself and Stolas to Blitz, still being supportive when Blitz showed actual remorse despite how much he hurt her. It made me care about her a bit more. Despite how it ended, I love every instant we get where Stolas and Blitz start understanding a little more about each other.. Drunk Stolas was precious, their interactions were both fucking sad and hilarious ("well, yes?"".......well....fuck you!"). Sassy Stolas has always been a favourite of mine and Blitz is naturally funny even in his shittiness. I was even constantly surprised about how much fanfic writers got fed this time. Like for example, getting confirmation that they never told Stolas about Striker, that he felt sad about Blitz not coming to rescue him (even tho yknow, a lil unfair but it's probably tied to a lot of other things), and Blitz being a jealous fucker.

[f4irys4n]

love drunk

jeong yunho x neutral!reader

tags gender neutral language. reader and yunho are best friends. reader going on a date with random oc. jealous yunho. oblivious reader. secret crushing. alcohol abuse. getting drunk. smoking weed. vomiting. drunk and high yunho. drunk confessions. reader taking care of yunho. fluff towards the end.

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yunho couldn't stand it. hearing you bang on about your upcoming date, despite his oh so obvious attempts at flirting with you. but what hurt more was that it was with no one other than song fucking jiyun; some stupid kid that worked in a local cafe and that just so happened to have picked on yunho throughout his entire childhood.

you knew he hated jiyun, but you always insisted that the normie boy was sorry and had changed since the mishap last year. yunho never believed you though, always insisting that jiyun was precisely the same as he was before and that he was just trying to fool you, and everyone else.

jiyun had never given you a reason to dislike him recently, he'd been sweet and polite, even slightly flirty so it wasn't surprising when he asked you to meet him after his 6pm finish to go on a small coffee date. you could say anything but yet, you'd spend years pining over yunho for him to never even notice your feelings so what was the harm in putting yourself out there?

"why did you have to say yes to him?" yunho scoffs, looking through his sketchbook, quickly turning over the sketches of you.

"do we have to go over this again?" you ask him "i said yes because i think i like him," you continue "okay? end of discussions, and all other discussions about this topic."

"fine," he huffs, throwing his book to the side of him "i just don't get what you see in him," yunho mumbled "i just thought it'd be fun for us to go to that party together and get high, you know? but i guess not."

yunho grabbed his book and stormed out of your room, leaving you confused and baffled about his attitude towards you ever since he found out of whatever thing you and yunho had.

"hey jiyun," you smiled lightly, still unable to get yunho out of your mind. everything about him had been bugging you lately, he'd been so off, and it wasn't just because i was going out with the person he painted to be his so-called 'arch nemesis.' there was more going on but typical yunho, he refused to tell you anything.

"you look so pretty," jiyun smiled at you "you want your usual? i'll make it before i clock out for the day." you nod at his question, giving him a quiet 'please.'

"are you okay?" he asks, looking at you in worry. "you seem slightly preoccupied up here," jiyun adds, lightly tapping your head with his finger as you did. god, it must be prominent in your thoughts for it to be written all over your enough for jiyun to notice.

"it's yunho," you mumble "he's being off with me, and i'm not used to it... we've been best friends for years and he's never once been like this with me," you explain, opening up to jiyun about the longer haired boy despite their obvious past with each other.

"does he know about our date?"

"yeah..." you sigh, walking up to the counter as jiyun started prepping your drink.

"then there's your answer," jiyun smiled at you with a saddened expression. "he really doesn't like me and seeing you, his best friend, go out with me has probably struck a few nerves. it's understandable, i just wished he could learn to forgive me and then it wouldn't be awkward for you."

"yeah, that's probably it." "i just hate it, you know?"

whilst you were sulking about yunho and his current behaviour towards you; the boy was sat, chatting with mingi, a freshly lit blunt in his left hand.

"i just... they know i hate him," yunho whines. whenever he got a little too drunk or stoned he always acted like a baby; he got whiny, emotional and extremely stubborn with his thinking. it was something you, and all the nightshades had to quickly learn to get accustomed to because he truly was a sensitive soul already, never mind when he was intoxicated. "and it's so obvious i like them, they're so oblivious sometimes, why can't they notice? you all do."

mingi chuckled at the boys' complaints, thinking about how ironic what yunho was saying actually is. he was whining about how you never noticed yunho's feelings when yunho himself had never noticed yours despite how sickeningly noticeable it was to everyone else. you were both dumb in his eyes, both as oblivious as each other.

"dude.. you should just tell them," mingi says, taking a hit of his blunt. "you're both so dumb.. can you see how she likes you back?"

"obviously not if they're going a date with jiyun," yunho mutters, bottom lip sticking out.

"or maybe they're trying to put themselves out there in an attempt to get over you because they think you don't like them," mingi chuckled slightly because he knew that's exactly what it was; you'd told him yourself. "how do i get through your head that they're crushing on you so hard."

"keep thinking that, mingi," yunho waffled on, "but you're mistaken, i know you are. why would they like me anyway?" "what is there to like?"

"yunho, you really need to get your head out of your ass."

some time had passed and yunho still hadn't moved from the same place, sat sulking the entire time; the only thing that had changed was the beer bottle in one hand and the bud that was in the other.

his lack of attention towards the party was honestly worrying mingi so he decided to send you a text.

mingi: 'hey y/n! i know you're on a date, but yunho's really acting weird and i really don't think he'll phase out of it until you talk to him'

your phone lights up as you sit across the table from jiyun, and you shift your gaze to it, noticing it was a text from mingi. what could he possibly want? you thought he would be lights-out drunk with yunho at this party...

"sorry jiyun, let me just reply to this, it's mingi," you smile, quickly picking your phone to quickly see what the snake haired boy had to say.

mingi: 'he's really stuck on this jiyun thing.. but it's for a different reason than what you're thinking. he's been sat sulking all night, on the verge of tears over how you never notice him but you notice jiyun. please, whenever you can, come talk to him because there's so much he wants to say to you, he just never does.'

your eyes widen as you read the text. you really didn't know yunho was as stuck on this jiyun thing as much as you thought, but it must have hit him bad for him to be on the verge of tears.

"jiyun.. i.. i'm really sorry," you start off, pouting slightly, "but i've got to go," you continue, quickly collecting your stuff.. "it's yu-" "yunho," jiyun cuts you off with a smile. "yeah..." you sigh, feeling bad for ditching him.

"i'm not annoyed y/n, i understand," jiyun smiles "you're good for each other. go talk to him, he needs you."

"thank you, jiyun, thank you so much," you smile. "i enjoyed today.. i just-" "y/n, you need to go," jiyun chuckled, watching you leave the cafe quickly.

you quickly weaved and bended around the crowds of people before seeing mingi and enid.

"y/n!" mingi yells as he sees your figure in the corner of his eye. "i'm really sorry to text you on your date.. but yunho," ajax trailed off.

"it's no worries at all, mingi. where is he?" you ask softly.

"he went off to his room around 10 minutes ago, he looked like he was about to cry," mingi said, giving you a sad smile before you quickly made your way to yunho's room.

you knocked on his door quickly, knowing that he'd probably tripped over a good few things and hurt himself in his drunken state. but there was no reply.

"yunho?" you call out, knocking on the door again.

"y/n?" he asks, voice slurred out, "wait.. it can't be y/n, they're on a date with jiyun, they wouldn't be here for me."

"yunho, it's me," you chuckle, letting yourself in.

"what are you doing here?" he asks. yunho was lying on his bed, a bottle of beer in his hand and an exhausted expression on his face. the redness surrounding his eyes showed he'd either been crying or rubbing his eyes to stop himself from crying.

"mingi told me you were acting off," you admitted "he knows nobody can get you to talk like me," you continue, sitting on the space beside him.

"i just.. never mind," yunho sighs "it's nothing."

"please speak to me," you hum, budging closer to him. "mingi said you needed to tell me something, something that you can never find the time to say," you edge him on, hoping that'd help him figure out what to say.

"it's just.. promise this won't change anything?"

"it won't yunho."

"i like you," he blurts out "heck, i think i love you. and seeing you go on a date with another guy, especially jiyun, fucking hurts. i'm so obvious about the way i feel and you never seem to fucking notice me," yunho pouts, his voice almost sounding desperate, as if he was longing for you for some time. "i just wanted you to notice me.." he sighs, eyes welling up with tears, "i just wanted you to turn around to me one day and say you liked me back to, but you never did.."

everything he was saying took you back. you were utterly shocked. yunho liked you back? was he really obvious about his feelings and you had just never noticed it at all? but you'd always thought you were obvious about how you felt towards him... maybe you were both as oblivious as each other.

"yunho, i.." "and this is where you tell me that you don't like me back, that things could never work between us, that we're just friends," yunho interrupts, mind obviously frazzled from the drink, "that i'm just a stupid boy... with a stupid crush..." he rolls off, the sadness oozing in his voice.

"yunho, that's not-" "you don't even have to say it, y/n, i already know what you're going to say."

"yunho!" you yell, catching him off guard.

"what?" he asks, confused.

"i like you too," you smile, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"you.. you do?" yunho asks, eyes widening.

"yeah..."

"but.. but jiyun.." he mumbles.

"i went on the date with him because i thought you'd never like me back so i thought i'd put myself out there to see if i'd work out with anyone else," you say to him "me and tyler don't have anything, he told me to come here, to come and see you."

"so.. you like me?" he asks, giggling a little. the person he's had a crush on for years actually likes him back? for real?

"yes yunho, i like you," you say "now can please get you cleaned and covered up... you've got beer down your shirt and you're high as hell," you chuckle, giving him a small smile. "how does a coffee sound?"

yunho nods. "sounds perfect."

[fandomworld9728]

Polyship Week - Blitzo/Stolas/Lucifer (Day 4):

Aro/Ace & Polyam/Promises/Time Travel/Let's Dance

"What are they doing?"

When Adam had tagged along with Alastor to visit Lucifer, he didn't expect to find stacks of demonic books all around the living room. So, taking a seat next to the only other human in the house, he tried to figure out what they were trying to accomplish.

"Lucifer's magic has been showing up in odd ways and it's been a real bitch to deal with. So, they're trying to train them to control it better."

"Does Luci have to be here for that?"

"What do you- what the fuck?! Where did that bitch go?!"

~

Lucifer wasn't sure what had happened. One moment they were working on exercise to control their magic with Stolas and Alastor, the next they had just appeared in a strange location.

"Who are you and how did you- Oh my. My apologies your highness. I didn't think we would be seeing you this soon."

Whoever this woman was seemed oddly amused by this situation and knew more than Lucifer. "I'm sorry? I don't understand. Where am I? How do you know me? Who are you?"

"Where are my manners? My name is Rosie, and I work for your father. Though I suppose you aren't born yet. Satan is only now thinking about having a child. Seems like it worked. I told him it would. He should listen to me more often. Also, you're in Hell dear. Actually, you're in my room at the palace."

What? This... was a lot to take in. Somehow Lucifer had time traveled into Hell before they were born. And some this woman, Rosie, was able to tell they were Satan's child. What were they supposed to do? They had to get home!

"Alright dear, have a seat. I know a panic attack coming on when I see it." Guiding Lucifer to sit in the chair in front of her vanity, she began to brush through their silky blonde hair. She was a little jealous of it.

"You can tell...?"

"Yes. My best friend Alastor gets them all the time. I've learned how to spot them."

"Alastor? He's here?"

That's right. He was a native demon and has been alive far longer than Lucifer. The whole reason they had met was because Lucifer's father sent him to watch over them. Even if he wouldn't know who they were, it was nice to know a familiar person was here.

"So, Alastor was the one to watch over you? Good to know. I'll explain more while I get you ready."

"Ready? For what?"

"For the party, of course!"

~

Lucifer couldn't believe it. They were born because of Rosie. She was something called a Seer and had seen two paths for Lucifer's father to take. With her advice, their father had begun to look for someone to love and had a kid. Now, here they were meeting the past version of him.

He was certainly an... interesting man. Especially when he saw that Lucifer took after their mother the most. Even in their demonic form. That was a whole other matter. They had to find Rosie when they got back to their own time. She was a great teacher.

Looking themself over in their reflection in a nearby window, Lucifer felt... right in this new form. The smooth and pale doll-like skin, the painted-on blush, their new red eyes... even their freckles were different. They seemed to glow from Lucifer's magic.

Their ears were still pointed; however, they seemed a bit longer and ended in more of a pronounced point. They even had a long tail! And the best part? No more pain in the stumps from the arm and leg they had lost!

Lucifer had stopped being self-conscious over their missing limbs a long time ago. Well... for the most part anyways. It had always made getting back out there after the divorce kind of awkward. But back on track, the only major issue they had with their missing limbs had been the painful flares that would sometimes leave them bedridden.

When they explained that to Rosie, she theorized that the pain had gotten so bad because Lucifer's magic was trying to heal their body but there was a type of mental block pushing back against it. Now in their demonic form, Lucifer's arms went from pale to black in a beautiful ombre and their fingers were replaced with claws. The same went for their legs only their feet were now hooves.

Honestly... Lucifer could get used to this form. Especially with this suit Rosie had put them in. The heeled boots and silk gloves were a nice touch. Though, the top hat was their personal favorite. Not their usual look, but very sharp and flattering.

"Pardon me."

Turning to see who was talking to them, Lucifer could feel their tail lashing around behind them. Was this... Alastor?

"My friend insisted that I ask you to dance, and she has yet to steer me wrong."

~

Dancing with Alastor usually ended up with them doing the Charlston or, when Lucifer could convince him, dancing to polka. So, it was odd to be slow dancing with him. It was still nice though.

"How do you know our dear Rosie?"

"I'm gonna be honest. I just met her. I'm still new to my powers and she just welcomed me with open arms when I appeared here on accident."

"Yes, that does sound like her. However, you look a tad old to be a fledgling demon. Where did you appear from?"

Letting Alastor spin them out, they thought about how to answer. Lucifer was never good at lying to him. Now wouldn't be any different. Once pulled back into his arms, Lucifer looked into those enchanting, glowing red eyes. Damn. He really wanted to kiss him right now.

"Earth. The year 2025."

". . . What?"

"I'm half human." Turning so their back was pressed to his chest, Lucifer had their fingers (claws?) intertwined to keep him from running away. Well, that was part of why.

"Ha! I believe that I am finished with this dance."

Looking over their shoulder at Alastor, they channeled some magic into their eyes to make them glow light blue just like Rosie had taught them, hoping to keep his attention. "Are you sure? How rude of you to leave your partner like this. I thought you said you were a gentleman."

"Prove it."

"Gladly." They began to dance again, much to Lucifer's delight and relief, as they began to list off the things they had learned since the first day the two had met two years ago.

"You like your coffee black, strong, and as hot as possible. Your favorite color is red, and you try to get me to wear it every chance you get. Although, you almost changed it to blue."

"Why in the Seven Circles would I change it to blue?"

"If you hadn't noticed, that's my natural eye color in my human form. My eyes are one of your favorite things about me Your favorite dance is the Charlston. Your favorite song is-"

"How about things that not many people would know?"

Sighing, Lucifer did not want to resort to this. Looks like it was time to pull out the big guns. Turning so they were once again face to face, they smirked up at Alastor. "Remember that you asked for this."

"Yes, yes. Just get on with it."

"You always want the side of the bed closest to the door in case of danger. Your hair is naturally curly, but you straighten it, which is a shame. I love your curls. You're also a mama's boy."

"Wha-"

"While you have a low libido, there are certain things to get you going without fail. Even on nights you aren't in the mood, you still help me in some way to find relief. Usually just talking to me. Your voice is so sexy."

"You-"

"I'm not finished."

Letting Alastor lift them, Lucifer let their hands hover a couple of inches above his shoulders. It was habit as the longer they would dance, Alastor would start to get overstimulated and not want anyone to touch certain areas on his body.

"When you get overstimulated, touch feel like someone is burning you. On days where you just don't want to be touched, it feels like static is trapped buzzing under your skin. Still, even on bad days, you want to dance. You're also... like me. You don't feel sexual attraction for the most part and don't see it as a necessity. Especially in a relationship. You also don't feel attraction to someone unless there's a bond there..."

The way he was looking up at them reminded Lucifer of how awestruck he'd look whenever they remembered anything about him. Dammit! Now they wanted to kiss him even more!

~

Sitting out in the palace gardens with Alastor, Lucifer was in awe at the beauty that could be found in Hell.

"Lucifer. May I see you in your human form? I'd like to know what my future partner looks like."

"As long as you promise not to change the timeline by coming into my life too early."

"If I must."

Amused by the almost disappointed tone in his voice, Lucifer let their human form come back. Along with the pain. Luckily their prosthetics were still attached. That would have been awkward.

"I know that I'm not much to look at... but you, stolas, Blitzo, and Adam always try to tell me otherwise."

"As I should. You are-" The sound of a record scratch surprised Lucifer. He could do that? "Who are Blitzo and Adam? And do you mean Prince Stolas?"

Ah. Shit. There's that possessiveness that is so incredibly hot.

"Yes. Prince Stolas. Him and his husband, Blitzo, are also my partners. Along with Adam. Who is also your partner. Not romantically. It's kind of difficult to explain right now."

Having calmed down a bit, Alastor gripped Lucifer's chin, bringing their face close to his own. "I see. Well, they may be your partners, however, you are my mate. That I swear to you. Do I make myself clear Lucifer?"

Shivering, Lucifer nodded. This wasn't what they expect to happen today, but they weren't going to complain. "Yes, Alastor..."

The hand holding their chin slid to hold the back of Lucifer's neck as Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to their lips.

~

"How did you manage to lose them?! They were right the fuck there!"

"Unhand me!"

Separating the two, Stolas tried to defuse the situation. "Adam, you have to understand. Lucifer is still new to their powers. Magic is not an easy thing to control."

Smoothing out his now wrinkled shirt, Alastor tried to stamp down his temper. It was only natural to lose one's control when a loved one vanishes. Especially when it happened right in front of you. "Lucifer is in the past."

"The past?!"

"Alastor. Are you positive?"

"Quite?" Looking off to the side, a small and soft smile graced his lips as he set two of his fingers on them. "I have met the charming nuisance."

"Oh, come on!"

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[caspark]

❛ you’re a… what? ❜ ❛ a wizard. ❜ ❛ does that mean i’m a wizard too? ❜ ❛ i—i don’t think so. you’re 18 and…❜ ❛ but we’re brothers. ❜ ❛ yes, but—i don’t know how it works. ❜ ❛ are you just—trying to get attention? ❜ ❛ no, dan—i’m just… ❜ ❛ whatever. just don’t talk to me right now. ❜

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need to know

✤ full name: cassian park ✤ age: twenty-five ✤ birthday: 5th july ✤ blood status: muggleborn ✤ hogwarts house: ravenclaw ✤ patronus: fennec fox ✤ pronouns: he/him ✤ sexuality: pansexual ✤ relationship status: single ✤ animagus form: fennec fox

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i'm floating around in ecstasy, so don't stop me now

cassian was an artist. a natural one. everyone could see it from an early age—he adored music, art, and books. he started reading at a young age, and his love for painting blossomed as soon as he learned the names of the colours. and their shades. and then their combinations.

and then, magic came. and magic felt like colours.

his family tried to understand what was wrong with cassian. but he couldn’t see it as such. he might not have been able to control it, but he could feel vibrant colours rushing through his bloodstream every time he made an object levitate.

it made him smile.

" we should take him to a doctor. "

and so they did. several, in fact. but none of them could come up with a diagnosis for someone who wasn’t ill.

i'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger

freak. freak. freak.

he got used to hearing that word every time someone spoke to him at school. his older brother always tried to defend him, but more often than not, that only made things worse.

cassian learned to build a shield around himself, so those words wouldn’t get to him. and he succeeded.

he focused so much on the magical sensation running through his veins that he started caring about nothing else.

he found solace in books—fantasy tales where he could be the protagonist, ride dragons, and talk to animals. he found refuge in painting—canvas filled with magical landscapes, mythological creatures, and elements that didn’t belong to his world. not yet.

" of course, i’m a wizard!! "

that was the first thing he said when an old man with a long white beard appeared at his doorstep.

it all made sense to him at that precise moment. but not to his family. and that hurt. he knew it was beyond his control, that it was a process, and that eventually, they would forgive him.

forgive? there was nothing to forgive.

but cassian thought there was. and he felt even more in need of forgiveness when he arrived at hogwarts.

i wanna make a supersonic man out of you

after being sorted into ravenclaw, things started falling into place. friends came along ( so did enemies ).

enemies. friends. lovers.

he had plenty of friends, plenty of experiences—both good and bad. quidditch was one of the good ones. the forbidden forest, one of the bad.

but cassian always tried to see the silver lining in everything that happened to him, and it was after a prank gone wrong that he found himself wandering through the darkened woods.

he decided it couldn’t be that bad. living there. after all, there were so many fascinating creatures he longed to meet. but that wouldn’t be possible in his human form.

and so, his journey to becoming an animagus began.

" i—i love you. "" what? "" i love you, like—i think i’m in love. "" uh. "" it’s okay, you don’t have to say it b— "" i dated you because i wanted to make someone jealous. "" oh. "" and it worked, so… i guess this is it. "" i don’t understand… "" really? aren’t you supposed to be clever? "" i don’t understand how anyone could be jealous of me. "

but cas forgave easily. he always had the best intentions, even towards those who didn’t wish the same for him.

" oi! oi! is someone out there? could you give me a hand? "" what the bloody hell were you doing locked in a broom cupboard? " " someone—erm—closed the door. y’know, by accident "

and that’s how he justified every misfortune that ever befell him.

he knew it wasn’t the best or the healthiest way to cope, but it worked for him. just as it worked when he needed to forget all the unresolved tension with his family.

that was something he still hadn’t figured out how to approach. they avoided arguments, but sometimes, they simply ignored him.

he still didn’t understand why his brother was so angry with him. or why his father avoided introducing him to his colleagues. or why his mother never mentioned him to other relatives.

it was exhausting.

'cause i'm having a good time, having a good time

he still lives with his parents. it’s not something he’s particularly thrilled about, but for now, he doesn’t have much of a choice. he barely keeps in touch with his hogwarts friends. he pretends the war isn’t happening. he doesn’t think about it. he’d love to live in romania and work with dragons.

[chalametluvrz]

love drunk

eddie munson x neutral!reader

tags gender neutral language. reader and eddie are best friends. boarding school!au. reader going on a date with random oc. jealous eddie. oblivious reader. secret crushing. alcohol abuse. getting drunk. smoking weed. vomiting. drunk and high eddie. drunk confessions. reader taking care of eddie. fluff towards the end.

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eddie couldn't stand it. hearing you bang on about your upcoming date, despite his oh so obvious attempts at flirting with you. but what hurt more was that it was with no one other than joe fucking sanchez; some stupid kid that worked in a local cafe and that just so happened to have picked on eddie throughout his entire childhood.

you knew he hated joe, but you always insisted that the arrogant boy was sorry and had changed since the mishap last year. eddie never believed you though, always insisting that joe was precisely the same as he was before and that he was just trying to fool you, and everyone else.

joe had never given you a reason to dislike him recently, he'd been sweet and polite, even slightly flirty so it wasn't surprising when he asked you to meet him after his 6pm finish to go on a small coffee date. you could say anything but yet, you'd spend years pining over eddie for him to never even notice your feelings so what was the harm in putting yourself out there?

"why did you have to say yes to him?" eddie scoffs, looking through his sketchbook, quickly turning over the sketches of you.

"do we have to go over this again?" you ask him "i said yes because i think i like him," you continue "okay? end of discussions, and all other discussions about this topic."

"fine," he huffs, throwing his book to the side of him "i just don't get what you see in him," eddie mumbled "i just thought it'd be fun for us to go to that party together and get high, you know? but i guess not."

eddie grabbed his book and stormed out of your room, leaving you confused and baffled about his attitude towards you ever since he found out of whatever thing you and eddie had.

"hey joe," you smiled lightly, still unable to get eddie out of your mind. everything about him had been bugging you lately, he'd been so off, and it wasn't just because i was going out with the person he painted to be his so-called 'arch nemesis.' there was more going on but typical eddie, he refused to tell you anything.

"you look so pretty," joe smiled at you "you want your usual? i'll make it before i clock out for the day." you nod at his question, giving him a quiet 'please.'

"are you okay?" he asks, looking at you in worry. "you seem slightly preoccupied up here," joe adds, lightly tapping your head with his finger as you did. god, it must be prominent in your thoughts for it to be written all over your enough for jiyun to notice.

"it's eddie," you mumble "he's being off with me, and i'm not used to it... we've been best friends for years and he's never once been like this with me," you explain, opening up to joe about the longer haired boy despite their obvious past with each other.

"does he know about our date?"

"yeah..." you sigh, walking up to the counter as joe started prepping your drink.

"then there's your answer," joe smiled at you with a saddened expression. "he really doesn't like me and seeing you, his best friend, go out with me has probably struck a few nerves. it's understandable, i just wished he could learn to forgive me and then it wouldn't be awkward for you."

"yeah, that's probably it." "i just hate it, you know?"

whilst you were sulking about joe and his current behaviour towards you; the boy was sat, chatting with steve, a freshly lit blunt in his left hand.

"i just... they know i hate him," eddie whines. whenever he got a little too drunk or stoned he always acted like a baby; he got whiny, emotional and extremely stubborn with his thinking. it was something you, and all the nightshades had to quickly learn to get accustomed to because he truly was a sensitive soul already, never mind when he was intoxicated. "and it's so obvious i like them, they're so oblivious sometimes, why can't they notice? you all do."

steve chuckled at the boys' complaints, thinking about how ironic what eddie was saying actually is. he was whining about how you never noticed eddie's feelings when eddie himself had never noticed yours despite how sickeningly noticeable it was to everyone else. you were both dumb in his eyes, both as oblivious as each other.

"dude.. you should just tell them," steve says, taking a hit of his blunt. "you're both so dumb.. can you see how she likes you back?"

"obviously not if they're going a date with joe," eddie mutters, bottom lip sticking out.

"or maybe they're trying to put themselves out there in an attempt to get over you because they think you don't like them," steve chuckled slightly because he knew that's exactly what it was; you'd told him yourself. "how do i get through your head that they're crushing on you so hard."

"keep thinking that, mingi," e wafddiefled on, "but you're mistaken, i know you are. why would they like me anyway?" "what is there to like?"

"eddie, you really need to get your head out of your ass."

some time had passed and eddie still hadn't moved from the same place, sat sulking the entire time; the only thing that had changed was the beer bottle in one hand and the bud that was in the other.

his lack of attention towards the party was honestly worrying steve so he decided to send you a text.

steve: 'hey y/n! i know you're on a date, but eddie's really acting weird and i really don't think he'll phase out of it until you talk to him'

your phone lights up as you sit across the table from joe, and you shift your gaze to it, noticing it was a text from steve. what could he possibly want? you thought he would be lights-out drunk with yunho at this party...

"sorry joe, let me just reply to this, it's steve," you smile, quickly picking your phone to quickly see what the snake haired boy had to say.

steve: 'he's really stuck on this joe thing.. but it's for a different reason than what you're thinking. he's been sat sulking all night, on the verge of tears over how you never notice him but you notice joe. please, whenever you can, come talk to him because there's so much he wants to say to you, he just never does.'

your eyes widen as you read the text. you really didn't know eddie was as stuck on this joe thing as much as you thought, but it must have hit him bad for him to be on the verge of tears.

"joe.. i.. i'm really sorry," you start off, pouting slightly, "but i've got to go," you continue, quickly collecting your stuff.. "it's ed-" "eddie," joe cuts you off with a smile. "yeah..." you sigh, feeling bad for ditching him.

"i'm not annoyed y/n, i understand," joe smiles "you're good for each other. go talk to him, he needs you."

"thank you, joe, thank you so much," you smile. "i enjoyed today.. i just-" "y/n, you need to go," joe chuckled, watching you leave the cafe quickly.

you quickly weaved and bended around the crowds of people before seeing steve and robin.

"y/n!" steve yells as he sees your figure in the corner of his eye. "i'm really sorry to text you on your date.. but eddie," steve trailed off.

"it's no worries at all, eddie. where is he?" you ask softly.

"he went off to his room around 10 minutes ago, he looked like he was about to cry," steve said, giving you a sad smile before you quickly made your way to eddie's room.

you knocked on his door quickly, knowing that he'd probably tripped over a good few things and hurt himself in his drunken state. but there was no reply.

"eddie?" you call out, knocking on the door again.

"y/n?" he asks, voice slurred out, "wait.. it can't be y/n, they're on a date with joe, they wouldn't be here for me."

"eddie, it's me," you chuckle, letting yourself in.

"what are you doing here?" he asks. eddie was lying on his bed, a bottle of beer in his hand and an exhausted expression on his face. the redness surrounding his eyes showed he'd either been crying or rubbing his eyes to stop himself from crying.

"steve told me you were acting off," you admitted "he knows nobody can get you to talk like me," you continue, sitting on the space beside him.

"i just.. never mind," eddie sighs "it's nothing."

"please speak to me," you hum, budging closer to him. "steve said you needed to tell me something, something that you can never find the time to say," you edge him on, hoping that'd help him figure out what to say.

"it's just.. promise this won't change anything?"

"it won't eddie."

"i like you," he blurts out "heck, i think i love you. and seeing you go on a date with another guy, especially joe, fucking hurts. i'm so obvious about the way i feel and you never seem to fucking notice me," eddie pouts, his voice almost sounding desperate, as if he was longing for you for some time. "i just wanted you to notice me.." he sighs, eyes welling up with tears, "i just wanted you to turn around to me one day and say you liked me back to, but you never did.."

everything he was saying took you back. you were utterly shocked. eddie liked you back? was he really obvious about his feelings and you had just never noticed it at all? but you'd always thought you were obvious about how you felt towards him... maybe you were both as oblivious as each other.

"eddie, i.." "and this is where you tell me that you don't like me back, that things could never work between us, that we're just friends," eddie interrupts, mind obviously frazzled from the drink, "that i'm just a stupid boy... with a stupid crush..." he rolls off, the sadness oozing in his voice.

"eddie, that's not-" "you don't even have to say it, y/n, i already know what you're going to say."

"eddie!" you yell, catching him off guard.

"what?" he asks, confused.

"i like you too," you smile, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"you.. you do?" eddie asks, eyes widening.

"yeah..."

"but.. but joe.." he mumbles.

"i went on the date with him because i thought you'd never like me back so i thought i'd put myself out there to see if i'd work out with anyone else," you say to him "me and joe don't have anything, he told me to come here, to come and see you."

"so.. you like me?" he asks, giggling a little. the person he's had a crush on for years actually likes him back? for real?

"yes eddie, i like you," you say "now can please get you cleaned and covered up... you've got beer down your shirt and you're high as hell," you chuckle, giving him a small smile. "how does a coffee sound?"

eddie nods. "sounds perfect."

[yannig]

I watched Bed Friend

And I loved it!

Ngl, the premise of them starting as friends with benefits made me a bit hesitant to start it. I'm ace, and generally not a big fan of sex scenes on screen. I put up with them when they're relevant to the story, but getting into a show whose whole starting point was that the main couple were having sex together - yeah, I wasn't too hot. But I heard that the show dealt with Uea's trauma pretty well, so I decided to give it a shot.

And boy am I happy I did! First of all, there isn't that much sex. Like, we got more intense and developed scenes in Kinnporsche. Second of all, it was great!

This is one of my favorite BL so far!

Bed friend is a pretty good term for FWB, actually. I don't know if the show came up with it or not, but it's the first time I heard it and it's great!

I have a type! Apparently the cold-and-dismissive-because-traumatised meets cocky-but-caring-who-will-give-anything-to-take-care-of-them dynamic really does it for me. This is the exact same dynamic than between Sky and Prapai, who are one of my favorite BL couples. x) I guess I just like black cat x golden retriever uh.

Though I will say, I think Bed Friend handled the trauma better. By quite a large margin. My boy Uea is actually going to therapy! And taking medication for his mental health! And takes time to recover.

Yeay for STD awareness! Going to get tested after a night where no one was sober enough to remember to use a condom is a great idea! Especially when you've just learned your boyfriend was cheating on you. Get tested friends!

What's up with King's interior design, seriously? Listen, you wanna put copies of classical paintings in your condo, sure, have fun. It screams "I'm rich", but it can work. But what the fuck is up with the painting in his bedroom???

I'm pretty sure it's The Coronation of Napoleon. And I do. not. understand. why anyone would put that in a bedroom. If you want to flex about it, put it in your living room or something, but the bedroom?? I - I don't get it. Of all the classical paintings to chose from. Why this one?

Mind you, it's a detail, and one that has no impact on the story whatsoever. But it bugged me every time it was on screen.

King's reaction at the end of episode 7 was bad enough I almost didn't forgive him.

This is one of the tropes I hate the most ; the love interest getting jealous over what was clearly sexual assault. I hate it with a passion.

Especially when the love interest already has reasons to suspect it wasn't consensual. And King very much did. He spent the entire episode protection Uea from Krit, and now he's accusing Uea of asking for it?! I was waiting the whole scene for him to bash the door in or something, and instead he goes victim blaming?!?!

Listen. I know the context. Uea was pulling away full stop, and King was getting angsty and insecure. But to the point of getting jealous of what he knew was sexual harassment?! Fuck you King.

Props to Uea for telling King they couldn't even be friends if that was how he talked to him! Good job! Don't let the man be an asshole just because you like him!

So, why did I forgive him?

I frankly would have liked it better if we got an actual apology scene. He should have had to hear exactly how he made Uea feel that night.

But. Except for that, he did pretty good to fix his fuck up. Beginning with making sure Krit faced consequences and would never bother Uea again. Even if it meant putting his own job on the line. As far as grand gestures of apology go, this one is pretty good.

And then, because grand gestures are good but what matters is how you behave on the daily, he consistently showed Uea he respected his boundaries. Including asking if he could go after the step-father instead of just doing it, and later respecting Uea's need for time before acting on the info they obtained.

Also yes, a man who can make the system work to actually punish rapists and abusers is hot. The mafia way of murder and torture is great, but not very applicable for most of us. Having actual examples of the system working once in a while is good for the soul okay.

I would have liked for him to grovel a bit more, because I love grovel, but overall he's doing pretty well. So I forgive him. But I'm not forgetting!

[tinatribeca]

Update:

We ended. Neuroscience guy was not the one for me.

I made it clear with him that he was within my friend group and I didn't want to be hooking up with someone that's also okay with hooking up with people within our group. He made it seem like he would never do that.

Well, things got weird. I hate being painted like a possessive jealous person but lets be honest:

When you like someone you don't want to share that person with other people or within a friend group especially.

Loyalty. Not everyone is capable of understanding what that word really means.

I could sense him being distant or emotionally unavailable. Imagine talking to someone every day and feeling them be not emotionally present or open. Something was weird and not the same anymore.

I told him we should end things, be platonic.

3 days later we are out at an event and...

He makes out with someone right in front of me. Someone within my friend group. Someone I'm actually cool with. I saw it all right in front of me.

I've never felt more betrayed in my life.

I had a conversation with the girl he made out with when he stepped away and went to the bathroom. She felt terrible and because I'm extremely private and Lowkey she had no idea. She left the bar immediately.

He returns- people begin leaving the bar little by little and we have a conversation where he apologizes and I tell him I never want to see him again. He needs to leave the group and never return.

He agrees.

So, I am done with dating which I've never admitted or even thought about but I've come to the realization that I don't think right now is my time to be dating or looking for love. Yes, I'm hurt but after a series of disappointments, I realized that maybe all these relationships or situationships aren't working for a reason. Maybe it's because it's just not my time to be dating.

I need to accept that. It's not working for a reason.

Maybe God doesn't want me to be dating. Maybe this time period is supposed to be more about me creating my dream life and becoming a better version of myself. The version of me that will attract better.

Healing. Maybe this time is more about healing.

I really want to focus on myself, move up and navigate my career. I have lost all interest in love. in dating. in meeting someone.

I don't have it in me anymore.

[aidenlyons]

A: Hey, Tony. Yeah, it's been a little while.

T: You've been a busy boy. What's up?

A: Up for a lunch date?

T: Of course! Where? When?

A: Tomorrow? Magnolia?

T: Yes and yes. See you tomorrow!

As promised, Aiden meets Tony at the new restaurant in Magnolia Promenade, where there used to be some sort of store if Aiden remembers correctly.

(lot by janttu45)

A: Last time we talked you had started seeing a guy. How's that going?

T: Man, it's fantastic. He's so hot, and he takes me out to all these nice places. And he really takes an interest you know?

A: Aw, I'm glad. You deserve the best.

T: Ohhhh.... they have onion rings.

A: Really? Onion rings?

T: Hey, don't judge my food choices.

A: Fair enough. Sorry. Just.. yuck.

T: You gonna tell me what's on your mind? I know it's not onion rings.

Straight to the point, as always. Aiden hides in his menu a little for a moment as he thinks carefully.

A: I, um.. Some things happened, and it got me thinking and.. Damnit. I want to see if I can get back together with Jake.

T: You think he'll want to?

A: I.. I don't know? He was jealous when he heard I slept with Elias.

T: You.. what?! Uhhh.. we're circling back to that later.

A: I thought, maybe.. I would go see him.

T: You sure that's what you want?

A: I've tried, Tony. I thought.. I don't what I thought. I've tried to go on dates. I compare everyone to Jake. No one measures up. I don't want /them/. I just want Jake. I miss him.

A: It kills me when I can't congratulate him when he misses a game, or when he goes down hard and I can't make sure he's okay. I want to tell him about my job, how my therapy is going.. that I got a dog.

T: You got a dog?

A: Yeah, a little before Love Day.

A: Point is, I miss him. Maybe it's too late, maybe he hasn't thought about me at all. Maybe Elias was wrong. But I want to at least try? What do you think?

T: That you sound like a lovesick fool. You're right. You should at least try, though.

T: If you don't try, you'll regret it and never know. And never move on.

A: Yeah... yeah. Thanks. I also was hoping for your advice on one more thing?

Aiden looks hopeful and sheepish all at once as he looks at his friend with a little smile.

T: I'm here. I'll do anything I can. What's up?

A: Ummm.. I think I want to cut my hair?

T: You think?

A: Yeah. It's getting too long. It gets in my face when I'm painting or sketching, it's a pain to deal with and I'm just.. sigh. Done with it.

T: Well when you put it that way. I can understand, at least a little. Why do you think I cut mine off?

A: Yeah. I think I'd like to cut it short.

T: Don't you worry. We'll get you looking hot for Jake. He won't be able to say no.

A: Hah. Thanks, Tony.

With Tony's support, they decide on a hair style and Aiden takes a deep breath, staring at himself in the mirror for a moment before he gives a firm nod.

"Okay. Lets do this."

A: What do you think?

T: Damn. Jake's not gonna know what hit him.

[messrsbyler]

someone please flirt with Will Byers in next season in front of Mike because first of all how can you not when he is adorable? and second of all, because i believe in jealous Mike Wheeler supremacy and i need it

[mia-cot]

What if John and Charlie met (du'lie edition).

tags: hector soft. is jealous.

"So cute and shy" – Charlie looked with interest at the man who was sitting at the table opposite him. Just yesterday, Charlie had called him on the phone to help Hector lure new people. But who knew he was so cute.

– So you're a teacher? – Charlie tilted his head to the side, taking the tube in his mouth and sucking on a milkshake. At Charlie's request, all sorts of goodies began to be taken to the island. Hector didn't mind spoiling him.

John nodded and replied:

– Yes. I teach the guys. To be more precise, I am a professor.

Charlie continued:

– Great! I miss the time when I studied at the institute a little, eh.. there were so many hopes then, – Charlie leaned his elbow on the table and apparently thought a little, remembering his youth.

– Yes, they are still optimists. – John laughed a little, sipping his drink in a glass, – Mr. Du'Met, and your tours of the house will start tomorrow?

Of course, he and Hector agreed that he would now play this role, so Charlie responded:

– I think we can start today. Have your students already checked in?

– Yes. But it's late, I think they've already gone to bed, – John shrugged.

– Then… How about I do it for you personally? – He smiled at John with his trademark smile that could charm many.

– Well… I'm not sure… - despite the fact that John now also wanted to go to bed, looking at this smile, he was no longer sure about it.

“Du'Met is such a kind man” – John thought to himself.

– Come on! Let's have a little chat, – Charlie became interested in John's appearance and wanted to observe him a little more before he was killed.

– Okay, it would probably be really useful to know at least a little about this house before the real tour begins, – John gave up under the pressure of this cheerful man.

– Great! Thank you for agreeing. Let's get started? – Charlie got up from his seat and motioned for John to come with him.

***

At this moment in the camera room.

Du'Met watched the two of them sitting in the living room and chatting. Of course, he read Charlie like an open book and assumed that he would want to get to know John better. Still, such a similarity in appearance…

Du'Met was overcome by some nasty feeling that poisoned his taste buds, giving a taste of bitterness on the tongue.

– Char-rlie… – voice was low, almost offended.

When the people from the camera got up from their chairs, he watched them for a while until the people stopped in the corridor with the paintings.

Du'Met picked up the axe that had been leaning against the wall all this time and headed for the numbered door.

***

– What terrible pictures! - John was uncomfortable in these ordinary corridors, which made his skin crawl all over.

– Yeah, at first I couldn't even walk past them myself, – he shrugged his shoulders and stared at John again. The professor couldn't help but notice how Charlie was looking at him all the time, as if seeing something amazing in front of him.

– It must be hard to live in such a house alone...

– Well… not quite alone.

– Wife?

– …no – Charlie shook his head, waiting for the next answer.

– Oh, maybe one of the workers? – he remembered someone walking around in a yellow uniform in the backyard.

– Wrong again. Ah-ha. You have one last attempt, Professor, – Charlie crossed his arms over his chest, looking somehow too confident in such a pose.

John thought about it. As a professor, he wanted to give a correct and accurate answer to the question. According to the opinion that he had about Charlie, he could say for sure that this man did not have children, he was too carefree. Then…

– …husband?

Charlie thought for a moment what to say. Is it a husband? Somewhere in the distance, a floorboard creaked and they both looked in that direction, the sound coming from behind John.

– Did any of the students get up? John was about to head over there and see who it was wandering around, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

– Don't go there.

– But why? – John did not understand the reason for the refusal, but did not contradict the owner of the house.

Indeed. Why, Charlie?

– It's just old floors, nothing more. Trust me. Let's go further, there will be a room with a piano and a library. You like to read, right? – Charlie quickly changed the subject.

John nodded, he looked again in the direction of the sound, but he didn't hear anything else. Only pitch black.

"How creepy" – John was already tempted to leave this house.

They chatted all the way. Charlie led them through these corridors freely, but sometimes he turned around abruptly and they started walking back, as if Charlie had taken the wrong road.

In fact, Charlie was getting lost from Du'Met, whom he sensed ahead. As soon as his fingertips tingled and his hearing strained, he could see a white shadow ahead.

He was able to dodge it very cleverly. He was getting too comfortable in the hotel.

But he played a very bad game. Charlie so needed to make sure that John really looks like Hector and it doesn't seem to him. Passing by a room with numerous mirrors, he decided to look into it.

– How do you like this one? The glass is arranged so that a person feels the walls closer and closer as they are in it… and eventually suffocated, – Charlie looked around and looked at this thicket of mirrors, as if it was not a murder weapon, but really just an exhibit.

John began to feel dizzy from this. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, reducing the strain on the eye sockets.

Charlie looked at him just as he took off his glasses. It wasn't his imagination. It was true that there was a man who was phenomenally similar to Du'Met.

– Impossible… Charlie couldn't believe his own eyes.

“How?.. How is this possible?...”

– Mr. Du'met, did you say something? – John looked at Charlie through his glasses, putting them back on.

– No, no, – Charlie waved away, looking away and digesting. Hector did not invite this particular person for nothing. He always selected people for the island very carefully.

“He himself became interested in what kind of person is this?”

Nearby, something flashed in all the glass. Appeared and disappeared. It's like 25 frames. The room was suddenly cold. Charlie tensed. John apparently didn't notice anything, continuing to inspect the room with the naked eye.

The tips of fingers tingled, breathing became quieter.

He's here.

– Professor, we have to… – before Charlie could finish, a massive figure stepped out of the shadows, covering John's entire height with darkness.

Blue light from a small window at the back framed the figure of Du'Met. The axe in his hands spoke for itself. The professor stood motionless until Granthem's hand took the axe more comfortably and it flashed in the light of the moon.

– W-what? – John screamed and rushed out of the room, taking Charlie by the hand, – run! There's someone here!

Charlie, not understanding what was happening now, rather by inertia ran after John.

He turned his head back and saw a pair of eyes in a slit in the mask looking at him.

He saw them wide open and looking at him with surprise mixed with excitement and concern. Those eyes…

Eyes unlike any other.

They ran out of the room and a pair of eyes disappeared behind the wall.

***

The masked man remained standing in place in this room. Looking at the doorway for a few seconds, where two people had just escaped.

The mirrors pressed down on him. His figure looked at him everywhere, as if in mockery:

"Ha! He ran away with it right in front of you! He's better! BETTER!"– these words sounded in his head, making him choke.

He pressed his palms to his ears in an attempt to calm these sounds.

– Charlie… Charlie… – it was as if he was trying to call him, to ask him to stay with him in this room and not leave him.

***

– Mister, please run a little faster! – John shouted ahead.

What should Charlie do now? Continue to play your role or show your cards?

Charlie decided it would be better if everything went according to Du'Met's plan and he didn't interfere anymore. Although everything was already not going as planned.

They ran into a room filled with old chairs everywhere. It smelled a little dusty and old.

– Who was that? – John, catching his breath, immediately moved on to the question.

Charlie was silent. Thinking about what he should say. They probably have 2 minutes before Du'Met looks at the cameras to see where they are.

– I-i do not know, – Charlie had to try to get back into the role of an ignorant person, – let's get to your students and leave the building together.

John nodded and replied:

– Yes… let's.

Charlie was the first to leave the room, and they moved to the right, walking quietly on their toes.

A fork appeared before them: to the right or to the left.

– I remember exactly, there were no forks here… only straight corridors – John frowned and looked at Charlie.

– I know where we are. Come on, – Charlie's acting exceeded all expectations. He was able to simulate shaking hands, trembling voice and unsteady gait.

Charlie kept an eye on the cameras, which are located in inconspicuous places.

He knew he was watching. What was Du'Met's plan now? Was he mad at him? Or maybe, on the contrary, he liked that Charlie was playing with his prey, passing his fleshy part over his lips, but don't let him bite. But that look…

Charlie wanted to discuss this with Hector the next time they met in private. But now it was necessary to bring John to the students, and then Hector would figure it out himself.

Charlie was in front, and John was two steps behind. There was a click and Charlie quickly turned around to push John towards himself, forward, and himself step back and stay on the other side of the wall, where John had just walked and whom Hector wanted to separate.

Charlie miraculously managed to say:

– Down the corridor to the right, then forward and left! Number 308! – the wall slammed shut between them and Charlie was left in complete darkness. He did everything he could to prolong this man's life a little. But he broke Hector's plans again. What will happen to him now?…

Charlie turned around and looked exactly where the camera was. A look of fright appeared in his eyes. He just realized what he was doing.

He lowered his head guiltily. His hands clenched into fists. He felt lousy about what he had just done.

He slowly walked forward to clear his head. He wandered aimlessly, as if sure that Hector was now occupied by the other five people. So he decided to head to the library to sit there for a book until this night is over.

***

As soon as he arrived, he began to choose a book for himself. There were old but interesting books from the 1870s and 1890s. He especially enjoyed reading the history of Chicago.

Sometimes the name of Holmes or other serial killers was mentioned there. But nothing about who caught them. He was so sad to realize that this was one of the reasons why Hector broke down. After all, really, no one cares about those who caught all these murderers.

Charlie sighed a little louder than usual and reached for the spine of one of the books.

Suddenly a shadow covered him and the next second a hand appeared in his field of vision, which stretched in the same direction. An index finger in a medical glove pulled the book by its spine, pressing on it and pulling the book half out.

Charlie was scared because he was sure that Du'Met's company would definitely not bother him until dawn. He wanted to turn around, but he was quickly pressed against the shelf with another body. And his hand, which had not reached the book, was taken in the palm of his hand and his fingers were intertwined together.

The man bent down to the back of Charlie's head and whispered:

– Charlie… – he sounded a little hoarse, offended, but still the tone was calm, as if Du'Met was looking for him and finally found him, calmed down.

– I'm here, – Charlie tried to turn his head, but he was turned back.

Du'Met made the double sound that people usually make when they say “no” without opening their mouths.

Du'Met's hand released Charlie's jaw and rested on his shoulder. Squeezing a little harder than if he just wanted to squeeze Charlie.

– It hurts me, Hector… - Du'Met, as if burned, removed his hand, – Hector, is something wrong?

Du'Met made a grumbling sound, as if he remembered that he was supposed to be angry at this man who was standing in front of him.

He separated their fingers and put his head on Charlie's shoulder, wrapping his arms across him. He snuggled up to him so gently, touching Charlie with his whole body.

The cold coating of the mask touched Charlie's hot neck, but he didn't budge. What's happening? Why was Hector suddenly distracted by him?

Du’Met, as if after a long separation, hugged Charlie so tightly. Or if he heard the words “I'm leaving” from Charlie and tried to stop him, forcing him to stay in his arms forever.

Charlie bent his head down to touch Du'Met's head, and with his hands he covered the other man's hands. He closed his eyes, listening to Du'Met's deep breathing.

They stayed in this cradling state for a little longer before Du'Met turned Charlie around to face him and their eyes finally met.

The mask was slightly splattered with blood.

“So he was there after all?” – Charlie was surprised how little time it took Du'Met this time to finish with the band.

The masked man's gaze was tired and a little sad.

Charlie's hand rested on Du'Met's cheek, which was half covered by the mask. Something definitely happened. And his heart told him that it had to do with John.

– Charlie… doesn't like Hector anymore? – his words were not a threat, and his eyes became a little wet at some point, his usually threatening pose now had nothing to do with a threat. On the contrary, it was as if he was trying to defend himself in Charlie's arms. The look was saturated with hope.

– What? – he raised his eyebrows in surprise. For a couple of seconds, just running my gaze over Hector's eyes, trying to figure out what's going on.

It finally dawned on him.

– Is it because of that professor?– Charlie gave the exact reason, provoking the older man to lose his temper, his hand abruptly rose above Charlie, he pressed his head and closed his eyes waiting for the blow,

– P-please n… - Charlie did not have time to finish his plea, as a fist crashed into the shelf, very close to his head. There was a crunch of knuckles… He opened one eye a little. He saw Hector looming over him. Closing his eyes in a fit of anger. He remembered how his palm cracked after the blow and exclaimed:

– Hector! You're going to hurt your arm like that! – Charlie quickly took Hector's injured hand in his palms, removing the glove from it and examining the bruise. Blood was oozing from several places. But Hector didn't seem to feel anything. He just stared at Charlie's worried gaze that was glued to his knuckles.

“That doesn't mean he loves you. He's just a kind person. He's worried, but not because it's you” – the voice in Hector's head continued to poison his mind.

Suddenly, he abruptly pulled his hand out of Charlie's gentle fingers that were stroking his palm.

– Hector… – Charlie raised his head, he met a look he had never seen on Hector's face. It was desperation that was mixed with deep affection.

Charlie understood everything.

– Do you really think so?

Hector looked up into the corner. Charlie turned his head in the direction of Du'Met's gaze.

Cameras.

– Didn't you invite this person because you also wondered why he looked so much like you?

Hector nodded.

– Well, I was also interested in it, – Charlie smiled gently and walked up to Hector and hugged him, – I just wanted to take a closer look at him before you kill him. nothing more, – he raised his head and looked at Hector from above, – do you really think that I will betray you so easily? – he asked with resentment in his voice.

He said these words while looking straight into Hector's eyes. It was the only way to prove something to this man. He could see the lie in his eyes. And Charlie knew that, so he didn't break eye contact while Hector analyzed him.

After a few seconds, Du'Met hugged Charlie back and hugged him like the most precious thing in his life.

– Charlie… – his voice was without any neurosis, as before. In one word, he could tell Charlie what he was feeling right now, but that one word was not enough for him to express all his emotions, so he continued:

– I love you, Charlie.

*** WELL. I FINISHED IT. SORRY FOR THE MANY LETTERS, BUT I NEEDED A JEALOUS HECTOR!!!!! THANKS FOR READING, FRIEND :)

[spideyanakin]

hymne a l'amour, chorus (c.l)

summary -monegasque princess!reader, princess falls in love with the people’s prince, but it’s not as easy as fairy tale bliss

charles leclerc masterlist

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Hymne a l'amour by Edith Piaf

"Charles, people are going to notice our absence." A laugh escaped your lips as he caught your lips in a new kiss. Both his hands rested on your waist, making it impossible for you to slip away.

"I don't care." He mumbled as he kissed you again. Somehow you let yourself get caught in the moment again instead of battling with him.

You were sat on a desk, Charles standing in between your knees with his hand gripping your waist a little tighter as the kisses escalated.

You had been invited to a motorsports event that HAAS had organized at the White House. You didn't know why the White House - apparently something about the president wanting to encourage the USA to watch more motorsports? You didn't know. All you did know was that you were invited, and so was most of the formula 1 staff.

But what you didn't expect was to sneak out of the party and be making out with Charles in what you maybe thought was the red room - your back resting against a painting of Alexander Hamilton.

"I'm sick of hiding because I can't hold your hand in public." He mumbled. "or kiss you."

"And so it's an excuse to make-out in the White House? Against Alexander Hamilton may I add."

"Yes. I’m sure he doesn’t mind - he wasn’t able to sayy noo to thisss anyways. He understands."

“Did you just make a Hamilton reference?” You gasped.

“Yes.” he grinned before gluing his lips back to yours.

"I hate to say this, but can we please get back to the party?" You pouted. "I don't want to accidentally break something."

With a sigh he kissed you again, more gentle this time. Taking a step back and handing you his hand. You kissed his cheek before lacing your fingers through his and giving his knuckles a kiss too. Lastly you fixed his shirt and he fixed the strap of your dress before sneakily walking out of the room.

The whole party was a change of mood. You ended up slipping apart as you were both pulled into different conversations. It wasn't until Lando walked close to you that Charles brought his full attention back on you.

"You know, I've always wondered what it was like to be born and raised in Monaco." Lando leaned in a little bit, you could tell he probably had a drink too much and smiled a little before replying.

"Why don't you ask Charles?" You raised an eyebrow and looked at Charles who might have been talking with Carlos but was frantically looking to the side as he noticed Lando's flirting.

"Oh." That seemed to throw him off and he didn't really know what to reply. "Well um, I guess I just never thought to ask."

You giggled when you spotted Charles glaring daggers at Lando. Lando seemed to catch up on the fact that you were laughing and looked all confused.

"Sorry- just I overheard a funny thing Carlos said."

"Oh, yeah. Carlos can be quite funny." He smirked and took another sip of his drink. "You want to know a joke?"

"Sure."

"What do you call a Mexican who has lost his car?"

"You stole that joke from Pierre."

"I did." He mumbled, making you laugh - and obviously making Charles 3 times more jealous than he already was.

Your eyes were kept on Charles as you saw him leave Carlos and come towards the two of you.

"Hey, Charles!" Lando beamed and you could see that your boyfriend wouldn't reply in the same cheery tone. In fact he didn't even reply, just hummed as stood closer to you. Lando seemed to have his attention caught somewhere else and left.

"I can see you're jealous."

"I am" He replied without hesitation, making you laugh a little. "Which is why we need to make out in the red room again." That made a new fit of giggles fall from your lips.

"No"

~

The more you and Charles hid your relationship, the more it got harder to hide. Charles was desperately falling in love with you more every day, so much that tearing his eyes away from you for a second was too hard for him.

"Oh my god, look who is staring at you, again." Lewis pointed out and you turned your head to find Charles's gaze fixed on you, again.

Smiling to him, he gave you a short nod before walking away and back to a conversation he was having with one of his engineers about the race.

"He's the monegasque driver, right?" Prince Harry asked and you nodded.

"Yeah- we're good friends." You nodded as you continued your way through the paddocks, just the usual when you were at Silverstone. The same old path you would take just to pretend to be polite and say hi to the teams, where in all truths you were catching up with the princes and Lewis.

"I would say more than friends but whatever." Lewis chimned in, making you roll your eyes.

"So you're not denying it." Harry smirked.

"No, it's not like that." You lied.

"It's very much like that." Lewis went on. "Don't try to hide it from me, Y/n. Charles can never stop staring at you and somehow you're also always staring back."

"That doesn't mean we're together."

"Only a matter of time." He rolled his eyes again. "You should see them in Monaco." He turned towards Harry. "She's always glued to him in the Ferrari garage."

"Would make so much sense if you were with him tho. The f1 driver and the Monegasque princess." Prince Harry continued.

"You're right, it does sound good." Hamilton went with it and you decided not to answer.

"See, she's not answering."

"We're definitely onto something"

"Whatever" You rolled your eyes as you kept your act up.

What you didn't expect was to get seriously pissed at Lewis by the end of the race. Charles had been first for more than half of it, and no matter how proud you were that he had a podium - you were fuming.

But it was only when you found yourself back in Charles's motor home, away from all the sneaky eyes and cameras that you let yourself word it.

Wrapping your arms tight around Charles, and melting into his embrace as he closed you in the hug. You didn't even care for the fact that your clothes would be soaked in champagne. All that mattered was that you were proud of him, and he needed to know that.

"I'm so mad at Lewis." You mumbled into his neck.

"It's alright." He chuckled and he felt you shaking your head no.

"You deserved that win."

“Maybe I did.” He mumbled back.

For a second you stayed in each other's arms, appreciating the moment. Charles was drained, sweaty and the champagne was getting sticky - even he didn’t know how you could stand being his arms for so long when he was in this state.

"Didn't know you were friends with the royals." He mumbled after a while.

"Love, I've known them all my life." You chuckled. "William and Harry have known me before I could even talk"

"Didn't know." He smiled.

"Yeah. And well, Lewis had the audacity to mention that I had a crush on you." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Indeed. Now Lewis and Harry won't stop bugging me about it."

"Ah, if only they knew."

~

Two weeks later, Charles was back in Monaco, enjoying the little time he got with his family. His mind wandered to you as he was cooking something.

He heard his phone ring from the living room, but in between the bacon on the stove and the potatoes who were about to burn, he couldn't go and answer.

"Arthur! Can you pick up the phone?" He yelled.

"Sure!"

"Who is it?" He yelled again.

Arthur raised an eyebrow as he just saw a red heart emoji. "I don't know!" He replied before answering the phone, and slowly strutting towards the kitchen.

"Hello." His voice chimed.

"Hey, love." You smiled over the phone and Arthur raised an eyebrow. "I was wondering what time you're picking me up tomorrow? I miss you." Arthur choked on air and couldn't answer. "Hello? Charles?"

"Sorry, this isn't Charles, I'm his brother."

"Oh sorry, your voices sound identical." You suddenly felt embarrassed for not recognizing that this wasn't your boyfriend.

Arthur stayed frozen in the middle of the kitchen doorway and Charles mouthed 'who is it?', but Arthur didn't reply to him, he continued talking to you.

"And you are?"

"I'm his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Arthur squeaked and he stared at Charles.

"Arthur give me the phone." instead of giving it to him, he put his hand out and told Charles;

"No, no I want to know more." he turned around and Charles let out an annoyed huff as he watched his brother gush over the phone.

"I didn't know Charles had a girlfriend." He told you, making you chuckle a little bit.

"Well he does."

"How long have you been together?"

"5 months"

"FIVE MONTHS?"

"Yeah. Can you pass me my boyfriend now?" You giggled.

"Alright, yeah." He frowned as he turned back to Charles. "Why does your voice sound so familiar? Have we met or something?"

"We might have seen each other once or twice."

Later at the diner table, the thought of Charles having a secret girlfriend didn't leave his mind. He served himself some more potatoes before speaking up.

"Mom, did you know Charles has a girlfriend?"

"A girlfriend?" Lorenzo raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he told me about her. I don't know much, though - he keeps her pretty secret."

"Yeah, I can see that." Lorenzo squinted his eyes towards Charles.

"Yeah - I only figured it out because I answered Charles's phone. Her voice sounded awfully familiar though" Arthur continued.

"Yeah, well I'm sure we will meet her when your brother is ready to introduce her."

"Thanks mom."

And they seemed to drop the subject. Pascale got back to her dish and got into a new conversation with Lozenro, but Arthur's ears caught the radio that was still on in the kitchen, it was an interview of you. Some lady was asking if you were still going to hand the trophies for the race this year. Of course you would.

Realization struck Arthur like a race car that crashed. He looked at Charles like a deer in headlights and Charles knew exactly what had happened - he was listening to your voice himself.

Arthur dropped his fork and blankly stared at Charles, the poor guy looked terrified - he knew his brother and what this look meant.

"You son of a bitch."

"Arthur!"

Before another word could be shared Charles and Arthur got out of their chairs and Charles sprinted upstairs, while Arthur was chasing him around.

Arthur was calling Charles's name like a madman while Charles just wanted to get away from his brother. When he hit a dead end, they had to stop. Charles raised his hand in the air so his brother wouldn't hurt him.

They both tried to catch their breath and Arthur spoke first.

"What the fuck."

"Don't tell mom."

"Don't tell mom?"

"Or Lorenzo." That confused Arthur even more. "If they find out they would flip out."

"WELL WHO WOULDN'T!"

"Arthur." Charles folded his eyes as he tried to think of the right words to calm his brother down. "Please"

"Hmm."

"Please." He pleaded again.

"You're going to have to tell them someday." He frowned.

"Yeah, but when that happens we have to get ready to tell the whole world." That seemed to make Arthur understand. "Everything will just escalate and go crazy from there."

"I get it... I guess."

Silence fell between the two and Charles could see the wheels going in Arthur's brain.

"So does that make you a prince of something?"

Charles face palmed.

"No."

~

"AH HA!" your dad walked in the living room and you looked up from your book with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?"

You watched him as he was smiling like an idiot, all happy and bright. You knew that look - it was when he made a new discovery about something he either really liked or that made a lot of sense, or even when he was right about something.

"I've made a pretty interesting discovery" See - you knew him too well.

"Go ahead"

"I know who you're boyfriend is."

You made a questionable face. "Dad, with the amount of time you've said that and got it wrong I-" He lowered his phone down to your face to see a video of you and Charles laughing. You gulped and the fact that he was right was impossible to hide.

By your silence he knew he was right too.

"See, I'm a genius."

"Well it did take you ten tries." You grumbled and fully closed your book, shifting to face him. You waited for him to speak again, a silent way of saying 'so, do you approve?'

"Good pick to be honest. I knew you had good taste" You folded your eyes and groaned, grabbing a pillow to throw it at him.

"So you approve?" You said a little hopefully after a second of silence.

"Of course I do, darling. I've always liked Charles." He nodded and you sighed of relief, standing to hug your dad.

"Thank you."

"But I think the entire world is suspicious now."

"What?" You pulled away.

"Yeah, how do you think I figured it out?" He showed you the articles.

Your jaw dropped when you saw a picture of you walking alone in Monaco in one of Charles's Ferrari shirts. It was a few days ago at a moment where you never thought you'd be seen. You had just left Charles’s apartment from an afternoon of playing video games with him and his brother; Arthur (who obviously wanted to meet you after he discovered who Charles was dating). You even had sunglasses and a hairstyle you never usually wore in public. You had no clue how some paparazzi spotted you. People were going insane because they recognized this as not just being a Ferrari shirt but being Charles's Ferrari shirt. The rip on the side gave it away - because on an instagram picture Charles had the same rip on the same shirt.

You scrolled through more headlines

IS Y/N OF MONACO DATING FORMULA 1 DRIVER CHARLES LECLERC?

CHARLES LECLERC, FUTURE PRINCE OF MONACO?

INSIGHTS ON HOW THE PRINCESS OF MONACO MIGHT BE DATING F1 DRIVER CHARLES LECLERC

"I mean people don't know for sure?" You winced. "They said this about me with other guys a bunch of times." It sounded more of a question than facts.

"I think you can keep hiding a little longer." You didn't know if that reassured you or not.

"Yeah, A little while longer."

~

After Charles's last race, he was back in Monaco just for a few days, and you were doing your best to take advantage of the little time you had with him. You both pushed away the rumors as just rumors - no one could know for sure, and it wasn't these rumors who would ruin your little bubble of love.

"Yeah, I'm soon launching my fashion brand." Charles beamed as he replied to a twitch comment. "I'm going to make a whole line of bandanas which is something I'm looking forward to"

You on the other hand completely forgot that he was live, you freely walked behind him to go and grab a book.

Suddenly the comments bursted out with -

'Omg there's a girl behind Charles!'

'CHARLES IS THAT YOUR GF?'

He looked at the comments and realized they could see half of your body walking across the camera. His cheeks went bright red and he started stuttering on his words. You realized as Charles started talking back to his twitch and gave him a 'Im sorry, I forgot' look

The good thing was that, at least they didn't see your face. You were wearing a sundress and it was almost impossible to put a face or a name on you by just your dress.

"Hey um- that was my girlfriend in the background." And the whole chat exploded, making Charles chuckle instead of being mad.

'So you're not dating the princess of Monaco???'

'omg no I shipped them :('

Charles smirked a little as he saw those comments pass and decided not to address them.

And finally when Charles ended his live, the two of you snuggled on his couch, Drag Race playing in the background.

“Well that was a close one.” Charles melted a little deeper into his couch.

“Yeah.” Somehow you didn’t joke about it like you usually would, and he found it suspicous.

“What’s wrong?” He wondered as he snuggled a little closer to you.

You sighed, looking back to your TV - watching as Ru Paul announced the winner of that episode.

“Gottmik”

“Huh?”

“Gottmik won that challenge - I watched that episode when it came out.”

“Y/n, please don’t change the subject.” He sighed.

"Alright, well I've been thinking." You played with his fingers.

That doesn’t sound good - Charles thought.

His mind went into all the multiple different versions of how this conversation would go. 50% wouldn’t end in his favor and he suddenly felt like a drag race contestant about to be told if he had to ‘sashay away’ or ‘shantay you stay’

"Maybe it's time we tell the world about us?" the breath that was stuck inside him released in relief. "I- I don't want to rush you. We both know the expectations that will be coming- but I mean. I think we've hidden long enough. I barely checked instagram and Tik Tok and the fans are already going mad since you revealed you had a girlfriend 30min ago." That made him smile a little. “Rumors are going around, my dad knows. I-”

“Yes” His answer took you a little bit by surprise.

"Really?

"Yeah." He brought your knuckles to his lips, dropping a kiss there. "I have an idea though."

"What’s your idea" You leaned a little closer.

"You know how I asked you and Pierre to pose for my brand?" You nodded. "How about we also pose together as well? For my website. The launch is in a month so that leaves us a month to tell the world. And maybe we could tell people by posting a picture together, right before the Monaco grand prix."

"And if you win I get to kiss you while handing you the trophy?" That made Charles's heart race in his chest.

"Yes."

~

And so you did.

Charles posted one of your favorites photos together, one where his arm was securely wrapped around your waist and he was leaning in to kiss your cheek from the side. You were smiling at the camera, one hand on Charles’s shoulder.

You smiled as you read the caption.

‘Because everyone seemed to wonder, here is the love of my life’

His caption made heat rise to your cheek, and you turned your head towards him - watching him as he slipped on his race suit. Keeping it hanging from his hips, something you always found extremely attractive for some reason.

He grinned before stealing a kiss from you, tangling his hand in yours before walking out of his motor home.

As expected the instagram post had made a small crowd of paparazzi gather in front of Charles’s door, they all gasped when they saw you step out and the clicks only increased.

You cracked a joke about how unexpected this was - Charles’s bright laugh being captured by more than one camera.  If people wanted to know more about the two of you, all they would see were two people very in love that couldn’t stop making jokes, and that seemed like a good plan.

Carlos whistled once you arrived in the garage. The crowd that was surrounding you was long gone, left behind security.

“I knew something was going on.” The Spaniard cheered, making you crack a smile.

“Indeed.”

Charles kissed you before leaving to get ready - you weren’t blind to the clicks of sneaky cameras that had caught the kiss. But you didn’t care, you didn’t need to hide anymore.

You were on your toes the whole race. Because for once - in all the years of Charles racing on the monegasque circuit, he seemed to do well.

He climbed up to second, and you crossed your fingers - hoping that somehow the curse was finally broken and he would not only make a podium, but hopefully win the race and make history.

And win he did.

You had never seen so many cheers at a Monegasque race. Everyone was screaming, going absolutely wild as Charles got out of the car - lifting his fists in the hair like a madman. Your heart was madly beating in your chest as you watched from your spot on the podium, you were trying your best to blink happy tears away.

You were going to hand the trophy to the first Monegasque driver to ever win a home race - and not only that but he was your boyfriend. He was your Charles, forever your favorite driver.

Life couldn’t get any better.

You spotted him removing his helmet, he made eye contact with you and gave you a big wink, but you could even see in his eyes that he was on the verge of tears.

He climbed the steps after Carlos and Max. Once he was up on the podium area, he reached his hand to you. You grazed his hand before letting him walk up to the N1. Everyone was going wild, you had never heard the fans cheer so loud and it made your smile even wider.

You waited as the ladies all dressed in white handed you the N1 trophy, your heart racing father than his Ferrari as you walked closer to him. Meeting his teary eyes you felt a tear of your own slip down your cheek. You both smiled to each other as you gave him the trophy. He raised it in the air and you stayed there to watch - your chest warming up with pride.

Once he lowered his trophy and saw you were still there. He pulled you onto the podium, making you giggle a little. He caught your lips into a kiss that made everyone cheer even more.

“Are you crying?” He whispered.

“No, you are.” You wiped a tear, and as much as you wanted to stay right there with him, you had other trophies to hand.

You jumped off the podium, his hand only leaving yours when you were too far. Carlos joked when you handed him his trophy, and Max did the same. Something about being jealous they didn't get a kiss too, making Charles playfully roll his eyes at his friends.

You were going to get back behind them, but Charles wouldn’t have it. Instead he took your hand and made you climb again, securely wrapping his arm around your waist so you wouldn't leave his side.

For a second you dug your face in his neck, squeezing him a little tighter and whispering congratulations. As much as you were trying to hold back your happy tears it seemed almost impossible. You were a wreck of joy once you were in his arms.

You stayed for as long as you could, hidden in his shoulder as a few tears passed. Even Charles was trying his best to hide his own.

When the Monegasque anthem started playing, you wiped your eyes and looked at the crowd, your head still resting on his shoulder.

To say this was unforgettable week end would be an understatement.

Fin.

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

MOB AUUUUUUUU - PETER GETS LIKE SUPER JEALOUS OVER HIS BFF (READER) FLIRTING WITH OTHER PEOPLE AND THEN HE SHOWS HER A GOOOOD TIME

YES PLEASE

With Me

okay so it's a little short and a little rushed but I hope you like it, there is also an even dynamic as opposed to my usual stuff but-

Also this is a different mob au not related to sweet dreams I didn’t proof read so there’s that too 😂

Warnings: smut, even dynamic (Peter isn’t a sub in this one sorry y’all)

You were Peter's bodyguard not Hank's. Not to mention you were Peter's best friend as well not Hank's. So, for the life of him he couldn't understand why you were leaning over his shoulder and laughing at one of his stupid science jokes instead of complimenting him on his new suit.

He glanced at his reflection in the hall mirror, he looked great with his silver haired loosely slicked back wearing the deep blue suit complementing his skin perfectly. He had no idea why you weren't telling him so as you fixed his tie and he got to lay his hands on your hips. Pulling you close as he leaned down to kiss your lips before you turned your head with a disproving tsk and a playful smile. You two had been flirting nonstop these past few weeks as friendship started to take a shift towards something new and exciting.

Peter watched with narrowed eyes as your painted nails danced along Hank's shoulders, lifting to fix his collar. Peter saw you glance back with a smirk and he nearly growled. "Is that all Hank?" You asked the older man before standing back up to your full height,

"I believe so, thank you (y/n)." He smiled his face dusted in a light pink from your wandering touches as you discussed the mansion's security. Peter scoffed at Hank's longing look, as if he had a chance with you.

"It was my pleasure." The minute the conversation ended between you two Peter rushed forward and took your hand, whipping you into the nearest room and slamming the door shut. He pushed up against the table, his hips pinning yours. "What?" You asked, hands coming out to smooth the creases in his suit. "Did my little conversation make you mad?"

Peter laughed. "Conversation, come on (y/n) you were throwing yourself at him."

You returned his laugh. "Throwing myself at him? Yes, I think that's what it's called when you are discussing business with a colleague."

Peter huffed, his bangs falling forward to cover his eyes. "You know what I mean." His hands came to rest on your hips, perfectly locking in place. "You should be acting like that with me not some security geek."

You hummed hands traveling down to his hips, pulling him closer by his belt loops. Peter was frozen for a moment, unsure of whether you were implying what he thought you were. But your dark eyes told him all he needed to know as he relaxed in your hold. He smirked, hands shifting to shimmy up the hem of your dress shirt. "And what else should I be doing with you?"

Peter pretended to think as he let his ever-cold hands cup the underside of your bra. "Hmm, I think a kiss would be nice."

"Just a kiss?" You asked as you leaned up close to him, your lips brushing his before pulling back. Peter's tongue darted out to wet his lips. For a moment there was nothing but silence, you were about to make a joke about Peter's dumbstruck look but before you could his hands came up to cup your face smashing his lips to yours.

You did your best to match his rough and demanding kiss, his desire for you building up to this moment and he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers. His hands came down to squeeze your ass and you let out a gasp of surprise. You glared at him as he sent you a wink, lifting you up onto the table behind you. There was a noise outside the door and you both paused. There was a calling of Peter's name as they searched for him, needing him to interrogate the man they had just brought in. "Looks like we don't have much time." Peter huffed out.

You grasped his tie pulling him close much to his surprise. "Then let's make the most of it."

You couldn't tell who was taking off what but in no time, you were fully bare in front of Peter, while he stood before you in nothing but his boxer shorts. You dipped your finger past the waist band making him shiver as you traced the curve of his hip, hands moments away from cupping him. His hand caught your wrist and it looked like he was restraining himself from pushing it all the way in. "Later, we don't' have time and I need you now." He nuzzled his face against yours as he gently pushed your stomach down, so you were fulling laying back.

You kept your legs shut for a moment, teasing what lied in-between before spreading them wide, your glistening core on display for Peter and for anyone who happened to walk in. The thrill of getting caught turned you on even more and Peter groaned as your pussy fluttered, pushing out more of your arousal. "You're going to be the death of me honey." His hands took your legs and shifted them to lie on his shoulders, your back arched slightly off of the surface. 'You don't know how much I wanna to taste you right now."

His lips hovered over your mound, his hot breath making you arch further up. He smirked. "Needy thing." You rolled your eyes.

"Just fuck me already."

"My pleasure." Peter muttered as he pulled his member out of his shorts, mirroring your words from earlier.

His long fingers came down to stretch you for a moment, needing to feel the way you pulled him in. His fingers scissoring your entrance and pushing your wetness back inside. You were about to whine but it was caught in your throat as Peter thrusted into you without warning. It turned into a strangled moan. You hands came to claw at his back and he moaned at the feeling.

His pace was relentless, years of pent up desire coming out. His hips snapping into you, shaking the whole table, his hands gripping your breasts for leverage. You moved with him, arching further to change the angle, head falling back as he found the spongey part deep inside you. “God Peter.” You breathed out, hands locking behind his neck.

“I know.” He moaned, pulling out before slamming back in. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He moved his hand from your breast to your clit, his thumb massaging lazy circles as it doubled your pleasure. “Look at that.” You leaned up, looking at how your pussy took him, and how he pounded into you. He pulled out to the tip before thrusting back in. “You take me so well princess.” He praised.

You threw your head back the pleasure beginning to build to heavenly levels. I’m close.” You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening and a unfamiliar but pleasurable wave coming on. “Don’t stop, faster.” You moaned out, hands flying down to push him impossibly deeper. “I’m cumming I’m cumming, shit-“ your whole body shook as you came, a clear liquid squirting out and spraying Peter’s lower abdomen.

“Shit (y/n)-“ Peter pushed himself as deep as he could before releasing, you could feel him and it nearly caused you to orgasm again. Peter collapsed on top of you and you welcomed him with open arms.

“That was-“

“Amaizng.” You finished. He lifted his head and gave you a surprisingly loving kiss.

“I wish I could stay here and ruin you all day.” You were about to respond when a voice called out for Peter her again. He sighed and sat up. “I’m coming.”

“You already did.” You smirked and Peter did the same.

“Shut up.”

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Hiii,

may I request fot the villains of gotham hc? The request is:

How they would react if you you wanted a poly relationship with another villain (ex: black mask and joker)

Obv only if you're comfortable, I hope i did right requesting here, and that i did not write anything wrong

Ps. I'm new on tumblr and english is not my first language

Thx anyways and I love your writing<33

Okay I thought about this for a bit and I think I know what you're looking for...I hope I did this correctly. Your English is brilliant! Thank you so much ❤️

The Riddler: So just when he was comfortable in this new relationship and not watching you over his shoulder every dive minutes, he was made aware of a little issue. He doesn't know when you got all chummy with Jonathan Crane but he also doesn't want to know. So you want leave him for Jonathan CRANE? Wait you don't? What do you mean, you want both? Yes, its a thing but why do you need his brain when you already have Edward's supreme brain!? He's the better man! He isn't taking it too well. Hes quite possessive, once you have his heart, you're basically locked in. He isn't the type to share and in a world where he is superior, why would he be okay with sharing you? Although, that being said, atleast it was Jonathan, had you said someone like Harvey Dent, he would have went nuclear.

Scarecrow: He's kinda thinking you need your head examined. Maybe he needs his own, did you just say you wanted to be in a polygamous relationship with him and Edward Nygma? You're thinking of the right Edward right? The narcissistic one? Has a thing for questions marks and green? Oh you are. So who are you trying to torture, Jonathan or himself? Whilst he might be a little more open to the idea with time, he isn't thrilled that it's Edward Nygma. He understands Jonathan isn't exactly an open book- more welded shut- but does that really mean you have to bring Nygma into this? He's too much on quite literally anything. Perhaps you were the happy medium in this dynamic.

Two-Face: That conversation takes a turn because amidst the talk, Two-Face cut in. "Aren't we enough?" You thought he was referring to Harvey and answered easily. However as Two-Face questioned you further, you noticed that Two-Face's wording painted a different picture. That you were already being shared by two people, Harvey and Two-Face. "Wait that's not how that works!" Harvey cut in. "You don't even have a body!" "Of course I do, dumbass! What do you think you're standing in!?" This continued and you thought to yourself perhaps it was better to bring up Oswald some other time. Now you were thoroughly lost and didn't even know how Harvey actually felt about it polygamy.

Black Mask: Absolutely not. The Joker? Okay first of all, sweetness, you come in here asking him to share you but on top of that, you want him to share with the Joker? Are you high? Fully expect him to either check your eyes or flat out dismiss anything you had to say under the pretenses that you are high. There's no way you'd ask this sober. The clown? Pfft. Roman Sionis never shares with anyone and he'll be damned if he starts with the clown.

Penguin: Okay so it'll turn into a big old rivalry between Penguin and Two-Face but if it makes you happy...he will reluctantly accept this. The key to this working out is to maintain the amount of attention you always gave to Oswald. He works a lot as it is, so this should be easy to manage but he might get a little jealous every so often. So keep an eye on him and see how it goes?

Joker: Very accepting of this, didn't need much convincing at all and you aren't entirely sure if that's because he wasn't listening or if it was because he didn't actually care what you did. He cackled at the mention of Roman Sionis but overall had very little to say than cracking a few jokes about Sionis and how the happy family not only has an addition, but also has become a tight squeeze. Maybe just take it and run with it?