#I tried to make it look at least a little more dramatic with the smoke and colors

[singing-robot]

August 10th, I guess (source)

#Undertale #let sans rest day #sans #singing robart #I will not say how long I spent on this because I’m not proud either way #I tried to make it look at least a little more dramatic with the smoke and colors #but it is 100% for jokes please laugh

[ellecdc]

Surprise! We're Making Love

6.8k words

this is my first real like... real smut fic? so do take that into consideration [and please be nice to me lol] but also feel free to send me a message if you have any feedback or pointers.

this is a fic based on this trope that was sent to me by @bobluvbot like a million weeks ago and became my hyper fixation for far too long. I finally decided to put it into words. thanks to @unstablereader for championing me as I wrote this and convincing me it was decent enough to post lol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

CW: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, coming inside of someone, AFAB reader, reader is a Pureblood Slytherin, has hair long enough for Rem to feel it on his shoulders when you're straddling him, reader has hair texture that sticks to you when wet, mentions of smoking weed and being high, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of arranged marriages, use of mudblood and blood supremacy

Remus doesn’t know how exactly this thing started for him.

Perhaps it was the day after a full moon when he forgot to lock the door behind him to the Prefects Bathroom and you let yourself in, nearly fully stripped before you realised he was sitting in the steaming, bubbling pool-sized tub with a spliff hanging lazily from his mouth.

“Circe’s tits!” You screeched as you hastily pulled up your towel to keep your modesty. “You didn’t think to alert me to your presence, Lupin?” You sneered half-heartedly at him as you tried to regain your composure.

“Sorry.” Remus chuckled, voice gravelly from a mixture of last night’s howling and tonight’s smoking. “My brain is moving a little slowly right now.”

You looked between him and the spliff and sighed. “Think you’ll be much longer?” You asked him quietly, cautiously, reticently. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you look so dejected.

Slytherin princess; though you never really let that dictate how you treated people, just that it levelled you with a certain notoriety within the school. You were the only one who could talk sense into Barty Crouch Junior; Pandora Rosier’s biggest defender and advocate; Snape, Mulciber, and Avery’s biggest adversary; the one who encouraged Regulus Black to reach out to his estranged older brother; and the least likely to enact revenge on the Marauder’s for their pranks.

Though Remus had never shared more than a few words with you in passing, he knew a lot about you. In addition to the aforementioned qualities, you were a Pureblood, the eldest daughter and heiress to your family’s name and fortune, Prefect, received top marks in Charms and Transfiguration, and hated the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

Knowing all of that made Remus rather rueful that he hadn’t spoken to you before now.

“Listen, this tub is nearly the size of an Olympic swimming pool.” Remus started, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. “It’s big.” He clarified. “I don’t mind...sharing if you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable; otherwise, I’ll pack up and leave it to you.”

He didn’t really want to leave; not whilst he was still nursing his post-moon hangover and the warm water was finally starting to relieve some of the tension in his bones. But you looked forlorn, and damn Remus and his bleeding heart, he’d give it up if you needed it.

“I don’t want to kick you out... you were here first.” You murmured, apparently weighing your options in your head.

“I will leave if you want, L/N, but I’m more than willing to share.”

You searched his eyes for what, Remus wasn’t sure, but you seemed to come to some decision. You threw your head back and let out a strangled groan which Remus was certain was more for dramatic effect than it was indicative of any real ire.

“Fine, turn around.”

Remus smirked at you and tried to ignore the protesting of his joints as he stood in the pool and turned to face the opposite wall, allowing you to drop the rest of your clothes and your towel and sink into the water.

“Okay...” You whispered quietly. “You can sit back down now; thank you.”

Perhaps it had begun then; he’d offered you a puff from his joint, causing you to move closer to him. He was a gentleman and avoided noticing the way your breasts sat high on your chest, buoyant in the bubbly and fragrant waters.

He ignored the feeling of your elbow brushing against his. He ignored the way your hair, damp from the steam and humidity, stuck against your skin. And he definitely ignored the way that as the weed started to affect you, you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

What he couldn’t ignore? When you asked him what you could do to help him.

“Help?” Remus asked you bemusedly, jostling his shoulder and forcing you to sit up and return his gaze.

“Yeah; you seem tense, stressed.”

Remus let out a confused chuckle from his nose. “That’s really not anything you need to worry about.”

You laughed back at him, nudging him with your elbow. “Lupin.” You chided. “You were willing to give up your private pool time, you’ve shared your weed with me, and you’ve let me intrude on your bath; let me worry about it.”

And he doesn’t know how you did it, he’s not even sure he remembers how the rest of the conversation went – one moment the two of you were sitting an entire swimming pool apart and pretending the other wasn’t there, and the next moment he was sitting on the edge of the pool with his hands tangled in your hair as you took him in your mouth.

“Christ, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He tried warning you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

Like the watery siren that you were, all you did was moan and take him deeper, and in another moment, he was spilling down your throat.

Remus was sure he looked absolutely wrecked; naked, soaking, exhausted, a few fresh wounds from last night, and his permanent eye bags a more dramatic purple today on account of his lack of sleep last night.

Not you though; somehow even though you’d just done all the work, you looked ethereal. Wet hair pooling in the water around you as you sunk into the suds up to your collarbones, your lips swollen and glistening from your fantastic work if you asked Remus, and eyes a mischievous magnet nearly luring Remus back into the pool completely against his will.

“Godric, you’re good at that.” He breathed embarrassingly. Thankfully, you only laughed at with him.

“I’m sure you meant that as a compliment, Lupin; but it sort of sounds like you’re calling me a whore.”

Remus cackled at that, thankful that his time in the water eased the soreness in his ribs before doing so.

“If you give me a few moments, I’ll return the favour dove.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You offered, moving back to the other side of the pool to retrieve the book you’d deserted in favour of pot, and then in favour of cock. “I’ll just take an I.O.U.”

Or maybe it started at the Ravenclaw afterparty following their win against Hufflepuff. You showed up with your friends fashionably late and clearly having pre-gamed to some extent if Barty’s uncoordinated movements were anything to go by.

He noticed you every once in a while, flitting around the party with various friends, dancing to various tunes, participating in various games over conversations; but something was different about you. You weren’t as...glowy.

Your smile never met your eyes, and your laughs weren’t carefree – not like they were in the tub. Not like they ought to be.

But hey, you helped him when he needed it, and he did technically owe you.

He brushed past you and gently pulled on your elbow as he continued moving. When you turned back to see what had happened, he nodded toward the exit.

He didn’t bother turning around to see if you were following him, he just carried on down the stairs of Ravenclaw tower before turning the corner to an empty corridor.

“Oi, Lupin; your legs are longer than mine. Slow down!” You called. 

He didn’t realise at that time how much it meant to him that you had followed; hindsight being 20/20, and all.

“Where are we going?” You queried as you caught up and walked in step with him.

“You’ll see.” He said simply, cutting across the hall and opening the door to an empty classroom.

“Going to teach me how to translate Ancient Runes, Lupin?” You joked, though your affect was clearly lacking.

“I’m going to help.” He responded simply, leaning backwards against the professor’s desk.

“Help?”

“Right.”

You smirked and raised a singular perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, looking him up and down with a suggestive glance.

“What exactly are you to help me with?”

“You seem worried, tense.” He repeated your exact words from the tub a little over a week ago.

You offered him a half smile that, once again, never met your eyes. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”

He offered you a soft smile in return. “I do owe you, though.”

Remus doesn’t know what it was that convinced you to accept his offer. One moment he was leaning casually against the professor’s desk as you watched him warily from the door to the classroom, and the next moment he had you splayed out on the desk before him with the skirt of your dress bunched up around your waist and his head between your legs.

Now, it’s important to note that Remus is a humble and modest person. In fact, he’s really quite self-conscious. He didn’t come from a notable family and compared to his friends he was basically a pauper, he was scarred and tall and lanky, and due to his lycanthropy, he avoided meaningful relationships; meaning that whilst his friends all enjoyed relationships and situationships, he stayed religiously single.

All that being said, there was something Remus knew to be true that he felt worth bragging about.

He was fucking good in bed.

So his ego was properly stroked when you threw your head back so hard that it made a painful whacking sound against the wood of the desk with just the first stripe of his tongue through your folds.

Like a man starved, he buried his face between your legs and hardly ever came back up for air. He pulled your hips flush to his chest with your legs thrown over his shoulders and his arms hugging your thighs that he used as earmuffs.

Remus could easily call this one of his new favourite places to be, especially with the sinful sounds escaping your mouth.

He used his thumb to tease your clit, thrusting his tongue in your hole a few times before bringing it back out to run through your lips.

“Oh, Merlin!” You cried, causing him to chuckle, which caused you to flinch slightly at the feeling of his cold breath against your cunt.

“Come now, L/N; you know that’s not my name.”

You let out another cry as he wasted no time diving back in, his nose rubbing at your clit as his tongue continued its assault.

Remus’ efforts were rewarded in the form of you cumming on his face and your body falling limp below him.

He allowed you to catch your breath as he fought to catch his own, ignoring his knees crying in protest from having spent the last however long supporting his weight on the hard stone floor.

“Oh gods.” You breathed finally, opening your eyes and stealing a shy glance at Remus, still stationed near your core.

He smiled wolfishly at you. “Better?”

You laughed; a real, hard laugh that had been missing from you all night. “Much.” You agreed readily, accepting his outstretched hand and sitting up on the edge of the desk and pushing your skirt back down to cover yourself. “Thank you, Lupin.”

Remus shrugged nonchalantly as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a snap of his fingers, pushing open a window with a flick of his wand. “What are friends for?”

You snorted inelegantly; a far cry from the proper Pureblood heiress you’d been raised to be as you pulled your panties back on and took careful, albeit slightly wobbly, steps to join him at the window.

“Are we friends now?”

“Were we not friends before?” He countered, offering you a drag from his smoke that you easily accepted. He was sure his lips, tongue, and now the end of his cigarette still tasted like you.

“I didn’t think your kind was supposed to be friends with mine.” You offered, not looking at him as you passed the cigarette back.

“Blood status, really L/N?”

You scoffed derisively. “Please, Lupin. Give me some credit.”

It seemed to Remus that you looked almost hurt at his insinuation.

“I meant Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s.”

“Perhaps we can be the first.”

“Do many of your friends see you naked, Lupin?”

Remus grimaced at that. “Honestly? More than I’d like, yes.”

And there it was again, that uninhibited laugh. Remus felt vindicated in his task for this evening.

“Alright, friends then.” You agreed, reaching out for his cigarette and taking a long drag before returning it to him. “Let me know when you might need my help again, Lupin.”

“Likewise.”

And maybe it was the day that he had Avery pinned against the wall by the collar of his shirt for calling a first year Hufflepuff a Mudblood.

There was blood dripping from Remus’ nose onto the collar of his uniform shirt from an elbow to the face as he spat various threats promises of pain and maiming, when he felt a gentle hand on the small of his back.

Due to the tension radiating through Remus’ body considering how close it was to the moon, his first reaction was to throw an elbow behind him. He thanked every deity possible that you were shorter than him when you ducked expertly to dodge his assault.

“Let him go.” You said simply.

Remus felt his brows furrow as he let out a protesting grumble.

“McGonagall is coming.” You continued.

Remus looked from you back to Avery who was now smirking at him. If Remus left now, Avery would tell McGonagall what Remus did; if Remus stayed, he could tell McGonagall what Avery had said.

“He won’t say anything.” You argued - as if you had heard Remus’ internal conundrum - causing Avery’s face to fall and both boys to whip their heads to you.

“And why the bloody hell won’t I, L/N?” Avery spat.

Your eyes moved from Remus’ to Avery’s where they took on a horrifyingly cold quality, no doubt the result of your cold and indifferent parents raising you like a proper Pureblood heir.

“Because I know where you sleep.” You spat lowly.

Remus watched as Avery fought to remain defiant, but as he heard the sound of McGonagall’s footsteps approaching, let out a frustrated groan.

“Fine. Sod off.” He barked, pushing Remus away from him roughly and stalking off towards the Slytherin dungeons.

Remus angrily picked up his book bag and began stalking down the corridor in the opposite way.

His blood was boiling, the tension in his shoulders and neck was starting to give him a headache and every step he took aggravated the matter.

He turned hastily around a corner when the strap of his book bag was pulled off his shoulder.

“What?” He hissed when he turned to see you with the other end of his strap in your hand.

“This way.”

“L/N.”

“Lupin.” You countered severely, voice intoning no nonsense.

Remus allowed you to drag him by his bookbag like a dog down a seemingly abandoned corridor and into an empty classroom before you locked the doors and threw up a silencing charm.

“What are you doing?” He muttered admittedly far more petulantly than you presently deserved from him.

“Helping.” You answered simply as you began undoing your school tie.

“I’m fine.” He spat, plopping himself down roughly into a chair. 

“Right.” You said sarcastically. “And you wouldn’t have continued to punch the first arse you saw on your way back to Gryffindor, huh?” You asked as you started pulling off your top and exposing your lacy black bra. “And I may not be an expert, but you’re a long way from Gryffindor tower which means your chances of running into an arse were really rather high.”

Remus held his hands up to his face and pinches at his temples, trying to stave off the incoming migraine and the overwhelming urge to tell you to fuck off, which he knew he really didn’t want to do. 

Suddenly you were in nothing but your bra and panties, kneeling before him and fussing with his belt.

“This really isn’t necessary, L/N.” He offered without much fervour. 

“What are friends for?” You asked quietly as you pulled his belt from the loops of his trouser.

“You don’t have to.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked pointedly, pausing your movements and looking up at him. You were giving him a choice; an out. Did he want to blow off some steam, or did he want to spend the rest of his day pissed off and tense?

Did he want you to stop?

“No.” He admitted.

Your eyes softened, though everything else about your face remained impassive as you undid the button and zip to his trousers and began encouraging them down his legs.

He decided to give up on his temper tantrum and assist you in the unenviable task of disrobing him and pulled you up into his lap.

“I don’t need anything.” You squeaked as he had you straddle his lap, your hair falling over your shoulders and tickling his own from your place above him.

“I’m not going to get in a fight and be a selfish lover all in the same day, L/N.” He said in faux admonishment. “Friends look after each other, yeah?”

And he’s not sure what swayed you. One moment he had you perched precariously above him as he gently nipped at your neck, and the next moment he was brutally thrusting up into you with no lack of desperation. 

“Fuckin’ hells you feel amazing.” He grunted as you mewled above him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut causing Remus to worry momentarily.

“Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly. You moaned in response and dropped your chin onto his shoulder.

“Hey, dove, you okay?” He asked again, pulling you from him and slowing his movements.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Lupin.” You barked before you pulled his face to yours by the ends of his hair for a searing kiss. 

He grinned somewhat maniacally into the kiss and lifted you from his lap as he stood with his cock still lodged deep within you and perched you on the edge of the desk.

“You’re a bossy girl, aren’t you?” He taunted, pushing roughly into you from this new angle and causing you to cry out. “You like telling men what to do, dove?”

You gasped as Remus found the magic little spot he’d been searching for and he doubled down in his thrusts with renewed vigour. 

“That’s okay.” He continued, brushing a strand of hair away from your face that had gotten stuck in some of your lipgloss. “I like being told what to do.”

“Please! Please, please please.” You whined, a pretty sheen of sweat dusted your skin and began to pool on the divot of your collarbone. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me.”

“Working on it.”

You were apparently coherent enough to laugh at that which was torture for Remus who was currently hanging on by a fucking thread as your giggles caused your cunt to clench torturously around his cock.

“Come on, pretty girl. Come on, cum for me, yeah? You’re close; I can tell. Cum for me.” He started chanting, moving his hand that was currently holding your knee up near his ribs to rub circles around your clit.

“Cum for me, L/N.”

“Oh fuck.” You shouted as your orgasm tore through you; Remus felt almost sick from the effort not to follow you over the edge immediately, wanting to help you ride out yours to fruition, but your walls pulsating around him left him very little control over the matter.

“Fuck.” Remus growled, and unfortunately that was the only warning you got before slammed into you once more, twice more, and was then spilling inside you causing your cunt to grow impossibly more wet and warm.

You let out a desperate breath and fell forward into Remus’ chest; he was ashamed to admit how much he relished in the intimacy - ignoring the very intimate act that had already taken place. 

“Fuck Lupin, you’re an animal.” You breathed out with a laugh.

Remus let out a surprised bark of laughter as he looked down at you.

“You have no idea.”

And if it wasn’t any of those, perhaps it was a few weeks later, when Remus saw a regal looking owl fly into the Great Hall over the Slytherin table, and with a grand war cry dropped an important looking letter in front of you, causing the rest of your table to fall silent. 

Remus watched as Regulus Black’s jaw tightened and Barty Crouch Junior’s spoon fell back into his porridge as they watched you open it.

Remus watched as all colour seemed to drain from your face and your jaw fell slack, though not open.

The rest of the Hall seemed completely unaware of the turmoil taking place over at the Slytherin table; everyone but Remus and, apparently, Sirius Black. 

“Shit.” Sirius whispered under his breath quietly, alerting neither Peter nor James who were currently in a heated debate about whether pumpkin pasties or sugar quills were the better treat from Honeydukes.

“What is it?” Remus asked him quietly. Sirius seemed nearly surprised that Remus had noticed, though schooled his expression quickly.

“Marriage announcement, she’s been betrothed.” He sneered the word, his nose actually wrinkling in disgust. “‘Sold off’ is a more appropriate term. It’s too bad, I quite liked her.”

Remus didn’t really like the feeling that settled in his stomach when he considered you being married off, but he didn’t have time to think on it too hard before he watched you storm over to Avery, Mulciber, and Snape before grabbing the former by the nape of his neck and slamming his head down into the table.

Remus was up and over to you in an instant with Sirius close behind, beaten only by Barty and Regulus who had the advantage of proximity.

“You miserable fucking wanker! You’ll fucking rot for this!” You screamed as Regulus fought and nearly lost in his battle of holding you back as Barty began sparring with your newfound enemy.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this Avery! You watch your fucking back!” You screeched. Regulus - for what reason, Remus couldn’t know - thought now a good moment to put you down, and as you launched yourself once again for what he was sure was Avery’s jugular, Remus threw you over his shoulder and took off out of the Great Hall.

“Put me down!” You shouted.

“No.” 

“Fuck off, Lupin.” You cried, grabbing at his jumper and slamming your fists into his lower back as he took the stairs two at a time. 

“You’re fine, L/N.”

You squealed and began kicking your legs out, causing him to use both arms to pin them to his torso.

“Stop it.”

“Put me down!”

“Stop it. Stop fighting me.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s fine.” He said, though it felt anything but. But he knew, you weren’t really mad at him, you perhaps weren’t even really mad at Avery.

“I hate you.” You said quietly this time.

“That’s alright.”

You had given up on your fight by the time Remus got to his destination. He was sure his shoulder in your stomach was causing you issues and the blood had to have been rushing to your head, but you remained placid as he hoisted you back up right and set you down on the floor of the Astronomy tower. 

Your face was wet and your hair was a mess as you took gasping breaths. 

This was beyond Remus’ wheelhouse when it came to you; he was good for eating you out, blowing off some steam, quickies, and the odd toke or two, but this? This was beyond his area of expertise. 

He decided to sit down beside you - both your backs pressed against the cold stone of the castle in a way he was sure felt good against your skin that was sizzling and crackling with fury. He didn’t say anything; there was nothing to say, nothing that he could say, and nothing he’d really know to say at a moment like this. Perhaps he should have left you to your friends; to the Purebloods who got it. Though, Regulus seemed willing to let you help Barty kill Avery, so perhaps it was better that you were up here with him instead. 

That's what he’d tell himself for now.

It could have been minutes or even an hour before you finally took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?” Remus asked quietly.

“Stop me.”

“You stopped me first.”

You let that sit in the air as you looked out into the horizon. 

“What do you need, L/N? What… what can I do?” He begged desperately.

Remus was certain the entire school could hear the sound of his heart breaking at the devastated expression that graced your face when you turned to make eye contact with him; your eyes seemed to beg Remus for something but he couldn’t decipher what it was that you were asking of him.

“I want to…to forget.” You sobbed. “I want to not think, I want to turn it all off for a fucking, god’s damned minute. I want it all to stop.”

“Okay.” He offered readily.

“I want it to stop.”

“Okay.” He repeated, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here.” He encouraged you. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to forget.”

“Okay.” Remus said again, pulling at your hand and encouraging you into his lap. “I’m right here; take what you need.”

And Remus wasn’t sure what went through your mind as you searched between his hazel eyes. One moment you were carefully perched above him in his lap; tear tracks staining your cheeks and eyes full of sorrow. And in the next moment, your uniform skirt was hiked up and panties pulled to the side, and Remus’ belt was undone and his trousers were pulled low around his thighs as you bounced up and down on his cock like it was the solution to all of life's problems.

Remus wished it were true, he really did. But if all he could do at this moment was help you turn your brain off and forget the unpleasantness waiting for you back in the castle for just a little bit, then that’s what he would do. 

You had your face shoved into his neck and he was quite sure you were biting down on the junction between his shoulder and his neck - in an attempt to quell your moans, your crying, or just out of frustration, Remus didn’t know, and quite frankly he didn’t care either way. You grinded down onto him and he felt you applying pressure to your clit against his pelvic bone, prompting him to start rubbing it with his thumb. 

“You can let go, gorgeous. No one’s here.” He whispered.

You bit down harder in response and began riding him with an air of desperation. 

“I’m right here.”

And then he felt it. First, he felt your tears fall onto his shoulder, then he felt your teeth break his skin, and finally he felt your walls clench around him.

You stayed latched onto him; your arms around his waist, your hands clenched into the fabric of his jumper, your teeth on his skin and your cunt on his cock as he thrusted up into you and found his own release with very little effort on account of the aftershocks still shuddering through you. 

You sat like that for some time afterwards; the gentle breeze causing goosebumps to cover each of you as the sweat began to cool on your skin, and Remus rubbed circles into your bare thighs with his thumbs.

Unfortunately - for reasons Remus wasn’t willing to ponder on at present - you pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips to the place on Remus’ neck he was sure now adorned the shape of your teeth.

“Sorry.” You rasped, running a hand over the newest of many wounds now decorating his skin. He didn’t want you to be sorry, though, he thought perhaps this might be his favourite one; it wasn’t the result of some hideous monster who took out its rage on him, but instead marked a tender moment between him and his…friend. 

You pulled your wand to cast a healing charm over it when Remus grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t.”

Your reddened and swollen eyes looked at him inquisitively, causing Remus to flush in embarrassment.

“Leave it, I’ve already got so many; what’s one more?” He tried to joke, though he could tell as you looked back down at the bite mark, it fell flat. 

“I’m sorry.” You said again, and Remus shook his head.

“Don’t be.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly, looking into Remus’ eyes imploringly, as if trying to convey your gratitude through your very soul. “For stopping me.”

This moment suddenly felt too charged for Remus; it was different somehow, something had happened, though he wasn’t sure what.

Not then, at least.

“That’s what friends do.” He said noncommittally. “It was an I.O.U.”

He managed to force a small smile out of you for that, and he was grateful. 

So perhaps it was all of those together, in addition to the many blowjobs, many quickies, many quiet, loud, rough, or awkward fucks the two of you had in between.

But maybe…

Maybe it was the way your smile lit up the room when Barty or Pandora said something particularly outlandish or funny; your laughter echoing through the halls like an invitation to experience a secret joy that only you and your friends knew about.

Or maybe it was the way you seemed to be the only one who could weasel a smile, a laugh, or a fond eye roll out of the notoriously cold and apathetic Regulus.

Or maybe it was how a dimple in your left cheek only appeared when you were particularly proud of an achievement you made or a grade you received. 

Or maybe it was the kind way you sheltered the younger Slytherin’s from the brunt of the Marauder’s pranks without impeding their more good natured ones.

Or maybe it was the way you hexed McLaggen for hitting on Lily Evans, and then again for calling her a filthy Mudblood when she refused his advancements.

Or maybe it was the way that you could always tell when Remus was feeling sad or low and needed help, needed something, needed you.

And fuck.

He needed you.

Remus wasn’t exactly sure how this thing started for him.

One moment you were on your hands and knees in his bed and he was fucking into you from behind; his body curled around yours as he rubbed at your clit expertly to push you over that edge for the third time tonight. And the next moment you were spread out and pliant beneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy as he lazily pushed into you.

He didn’t often get moments like this; moments to just sit and admire you. 

This thing he had with you, it was delicate, precarious. It was precious. And he wasn’t going to go fucking it up by forcing it to be something it wasn’t.

You were friends.

You were friends who helped each other.

You were friends who have seen each other naked; who have tasted each other’s sweat, skin, flesh, blood, and cum. 

You were friends who have spent time with each other, on each other, and in each other.

You were friends.

That’s what you had agreed to, that was the arrangement, that was all this was supposed to be.

And then Remus’ stupid sodding heart had to go and fucking yearn for you.

It ached to sit beside you in the library without it being a precursor for one of you to be on your knees in the stacks moments later. 

It ached to ask you about your day for the sole purpose of getting to hear about it and not just as a means to help you take your mind off it by bending you over in an empty classroom. 

It ached to watch you, uninhibited throughout the day, without it causing grief, or angst, or hungry looks being exchanged. 

It ached to taste your lips without tasting the leftover sex from previous actions. 

It ached for you to climb into the shower with him after this, to throw on one of his ratty old band tees, and to stay.

It ached for you to stay.

He wanted you to stay.

But you guys were friends.

And that was enough, it had to be enough. He would make it be enough. 

So sue him; sue him for taking this extra moment to admire your form below him, when you were only his in this moment. Sue him for memorising the way your hair pooled around your head like a halo even after all the tugging and ruffling that it has been subjected to. Sue him for watching the way your breasts bounced with each gentle thrust of his hips, the way your ribs expanded and contracted with each breath, the way the two of you fit so perfectly together; your body accepting him with grace and ease as he slotted the two of you together over and over and over again.

He ached for you.

And damn him - damn him and his bleeding heart and this beautiful girl beneath him - he reached out to pull a strand of hair that laid plastered to the side of your sweaty face.

He didn’t just ache for you.

He yearned for you.

He loved you.

He was in love with you.

And Godric only knows how far gone he was or for how long now. But it didn’t matter; none of it mattered. All that mattered was this ethereal being that, for just this moment, was all his. 

He doesn’t know how long your eyes had been returning his gaze. He supposed it didn’t matter, because he knew; he knew it was written all over his face. 

He may as well have been flashing a neon sign on his forehead: “My name is Remus, and I’m wildly in love with you”. And if the sign hadn’t been enough, he was sure his actions were.

There was no longer any desperation in his actions; no destination in mind as he slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in again. His hands weren’t placed in precise locations to elicit a specific reaction of any sort, but rather roved languidly over your body in meticulous worship. 

And if that hadn’t been enough, he was sure that the way you were staring deep into his eyes, into his soul; you saw. You knew.

The jig was up.

He had been outed. 

Your eyes widened minutely and began to flit around Remus’ face as your grip on his arms stationed on either side of your body loosened. 

You knew.

Though it was all for naught at this point, Remus scrunched his eyes closed as if he could save any of his remaining dignity; not that there was much left.

This was it, it was all going to be over.

He lowered himself over your body and pressed his face into your neck, hiding like the coward he was as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

Gently, tentatively, he felt you press a cautious hand between his shoulder blades and another to the nape of his neck. 

Somehow, the tenderness in your touch hurt more. 

He came with a strangled cry, feeling humiliating tears fall from his eyes as he filled you up for what he was certain would be the last time.

He melted into your hold and cried silently into your shoulder, and you let him.

Your hand that was stationed between his shoulder blades never moved, but your hand in his hair kneaded gentle, soothing circles into his scalp.

He wanted you to stop; he wanted you to stop because this was all he really wanted... to be here, with you, like this.

He wanted the rough and the fun and the biting and the hair pulling, sure. But he wanted the gentle, the soft, the affection, and the innocent intimacy, too. 

That wasn’t fair though; it wasn’t fair to you. You never asked for it, and you never offered it.

You never asked for it.

You never offered it.

He decided that he’d been hiding in your neck for far longer than he had any right to, and slowly pulled his face away from its sanctuary. 

He looked up at you through his curls in shame to see you had tear tracks down your cheeks too.

What a fucking mess.

He was a fucking mess; and he’d dragged you down into it.

He slowly pulled out of you and summoned a tissue to clean up the cum leaking from your folds. You hissed at the sensation and he whispered an apology before pulling on a pair of pyjama pants and throwing you a t-shirt that he hoped to fucking God was clean, and sat on the edge of James’ bed; facing you, though his head was bowed in shame.

“I’m sorry.” He offered pathetically, knowing it was not even close to helpful in this situation.

“When…” You started, voice both gravely from the sex and tight with emotions as new tears fell. “When did this happen?”

He didn’t have an answer; he didn’t know. He couldn't say.

“When,” you tried again. “When did this change?”

Your face fell into your hands as you began to cry in earnest.

He wondered what part of this upset you the most; the loss of this friend that you had in him? The pressure to offer him more than you were willing to give? The feeling of guilt over not being able to return his feelings?

You didn’t seem to be waiting for an actual answer from him, but were rather voicing the thoughts running through your head as they came to you.

“I should go.” He whispered, even though this was his room, even though you were wearing his shirt.

“Don’t.” You demanded harshly, eyes blazing with a fire he never imagined ever being shot at him. “Don’t you dare leave me here like this; not after that.”

He nodded quickly, sitting back down on James’ bed as you wiped angrily at your face.

He wished you wouldn’t; he wished you’d be more gentle.

He didn’t get to wish things like that, though.

“When, when did this become love?” You asked in a mixture of shock and bemusement; the thought of an equation you couldn’t solve was clearly insulting to you. 

Remus shook his head in disgrace. “I’m sorry.” He offered weakly.

You scoffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Sorry for what, exactly? Making me fall in love with you? Making me fall in love with you and not telling me about it?”

“You... too?” He rasped, looking at you with a slack jaw.

“Fuck.” You seethed, standing up and beginning to pace the dorm room for a few moments as you seemed to think back on the entire duration of this situation.

“When!?” You demanded again after a few moments.

“I don’t know.” He admitted honestly, placatingly.

“Fuck.” You paused in place, bringing your hands to your mouth. Remus hated it, but you paused right in front of the hearth, causing your form to be illuminated by an ethereal glow. He thought you looked beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” He said, for daring to even think such a thing.

But, maybe…maybe if you loved him too, he could think such things?

“Fuck.” You said again, still staring unseeingly at the wall of his dorm as you stood in nothing but an oversized shirt in the middle of the room.

“What-” Remus started, taking a cautious step towards you as if you were a wild animal poised to run at any given moment. “What do you want, Y/N?”

Not one muscle in your body moved save for your eyes as they shot over to him.

“Anything.” He whispered.

I’ll give you anything you want; be anything you want. Say it and I’m yours. I’m yours.

I’m already all yours.

“I need to pee.” You said plainly.

Remus’ chest deflated in relief that you weren’t asking him to obliviate this memory from your mind.

“And then…” You took a shuddering breath that made Remus want to fold you up and keep you safe in his breast pocket for the rest of his life. “And then I want to talk. About this, okay? Please?”

Remus nodded quickly, readily, so unbelievably willingly.

“Don’t leave, please. Please be here when I get back.” You whispered; eyes, voice, and body language far more vulnerable than he ever remembered seeing from you (and ever cared to see from you again).

“Always.”

And he kept that promise.

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[roarieluz]

Who Do You Smell? (Sebastian Sallow x Reader)

Summary: Sebastian Sallow has had a crush on Y/N for a while now, this isn't news to him but when a strong batch of amortentia is made for potions class it is hard to keep his mind clear of anything that isn't about you and what he wants to do to you.

Warning: contains mild smut as this is about Sebastian's fantasies while in class.

Rushed footsteps trekked along the cobblestone hallways of Hogwarts, echoing into excessive sounds of pitter-patter and endless conversations.

“We have an exam…TODAY?!”

“Did you hear about what happened in Hogsmeade yesterday?”

“You’ll never guess who I saw Poppy Sweeting with!”

Countless students made almost a sea of cloaks as they tried to make it to their next class on time without any pestering ghosts or moving stairs to slow them down. It was almost daunting to try and part the waves of children and teens, Sebastian thought. It was so daunting that he couldn’t help but at least acknowledge the nagging pit of a feeling that told him he would be better off droning away in the undercroft for an hour or two. Alas, Headmaster Black had already warned him that if he missed one more lesson there would be worse things than detention waiting for him.

How dramatic.

The Slytherin made his way to class nonetheless, not due to the threats of expulsion but rather the company that awaited him. If he had ditched, Ominis would give him a terrible earful no doubt, which would be a shame as that would get in the way of all the other trouble their little group could find themselves in. There was also the issue of leaving his potion’s partner, Y/N alone. How could he leave her all by her lonesome? After all, who would give her quippy one-liners to help pass the time in that dreary class? Gareth Weasley? The thought alone almost made him laugh.

His feet paused, finding himself now in front of the open door to the potions classroom. He always needed a moment before trudging into the smoke-filled haze of a room. It was always hotter than the other classes, almost on par with the humidity that suffocated him in herbology. Deep in the classroom, he could already spot his partner despite the slight fog between them. She was talking to Ominis, who sat at the desks in front of them. Her cloak was off, he noted, thrown to the opposite side of their table like a forgotten rag. He took in the sight of her leaning against the table to whisper something into his friend's ear. Her long sleeves rolled up to help combat against the heat that radiated from the cauldron centered on their table.

This is why I come to this class.

“Sebastian! There you are!” Y/N said as she looked up to see him still standing in the hallway. She waved him over with a warm smile still plastered on her lips, a smile she always had reserved for him…at least he’d like to think so.

“Just in time too.” Ominis commented, his tone comparable to a mother.

“Yes, yes, hold your applause.” Sebastian playfully replied as he took his seat next to Y/N, his tower of books hitting the hardwood of the table with a thud. She rolled her eyes at him but the smile didn’t fade away from her lips. It was a look he knew all too well, in fact, he looked forward to it. What could he say to make her roll her eyes in the back of her head? What comment could his mind come up with to make her so facetious? It was a fun game of his, one where he had to carefully walk the line if he wanted to keep her beautiful smile in his sight.

“Sit down, class is about to start.” Professor Sharp announced with a deadpan. He walked in front of his desk, leaning on the stable wood as he stared into the classroom, noting who was present or not. To his surprise Sebastian sat with a smug grin next to Y/N, even giving the professor a little wave, as if he knew he was shocked to see him. He wasn’t amused by the notion, but kept on with the class, not wanting to give him any more attention to his childish antics.

“Would anyone like to explain to me why they might think this month might be one of the most dangerous months of the year?” Sharp asked as he studied the fifth-year’s expressions of puzzlement.

Sebastian raised his eyebrow at the question. Dangerous? What could make February more dangerous than any other month of the year?

He looked over at Y/N, confusion all over his face, hoping to get insight from her. She’s only faced more danger than anyone else in the room besides perhaps the professor himself. If anyone would know, surely it would be her.

She simply met his expression with a quizzical look of her own, shrugging her shoulders stiff, not a single thought to the question. He quickly looked in front to see Ominis, hopefully, he might know instead then. His best friend had his eyes closed and arms crossed as if he was in deep thought….or in a deep sleep. Whatever the case was it was obvious he too was left in the dark like the rest of the class.

Being so deep in thought Sebastian hadn’t realized the sweat that started to form on his brow. The heat in this room got to him a little earlier than he expedited it to. It was almost suffocating and he had only been here for a couple of minutes.

“Nobody? Not a single soul has one idea as to why,” Sharp continued to ask, hoping for someone to at least try and spit out a wrong answer. However, only the sound of bubbling cauldrons and burning crackles from the flames answered him back.

“Amortentia,” the professor simply let out a heavy sigh that oozed with disappointment as he pushed himself off his desk to make his way around the class. Sebastian mentally facepalmed

Of course, February! Valentine's Day was in this blasted month.

“I only teach this potion with its antidote. So don’t get funny ideas for next week,” Sharp warned his students, pointing at every student in his room. “Every year a handful of you try to use a love potion on some sorry soul and every year they get in trouble. So you will know what's good for you if you have any sense.” He added before going into more detail about the potion itself.

He talked about how it was formed…the ingredients they would need…the order to brew. Sebastian heard the words.

Truly.

But as Sharp’s lecture rang on in the background Sebastian’s eyes wandered to his left. Y/N sat there looking up at their professor with half-closed eyelids, her long lashes hanging over her beautiful eyes. She rested her head on her closed fist, her body slightly turned to face Sebastian though her attention still faced Sharp. She thoughtlessly played with her hair, her expression almost dreamy as if she was openly lost in her mind. The air started to feel heavier with the murky haze that filled the room the longer he looked at her. He pulled at his collar as he noticed a dollop of sweat sliding down from Y/N’s collarbone into her blouse. Her cleavage taunting him.

The heat of the room practically boiling in him now with such an image of her.

“I’m bloody hot, are you?” Y/N asked in a hushed whisper as she attempted to fan herself, she glanced at Sebastion when she noted his stare.

“I always am..” He responded without hesitation.

Y/N rolled her eyes again as she had before class started, playful and casual. He wondered what she would look like if he was able to roll her eyes for a different reason. He imagined her leaning over their shared desk looking more disheveled than appropriate. Her pretty eyes rolling in the back of her head as she lets out a deep moan, her lips still forming a devious smile. The thought makes him feel a twitch below his belt as he realizes a small ache had been forming the instant he saw her today.

Sebastian had always had a crush on Y/N, this wasn’t exactly something new to him. There had been plenty of times he worked himself over just by looking at you. Though he would like to think that he would build himself over the entire day… definitely not in just 5 minutes.

“As you line up to smell the Amortentia in the cauldron on my desk you may notice the…. effects…of the potion. Once you leave the classroom they will subside since you haven’t drank the potion. This stuff is so strong, the smell alone can affect you.” Sharp informed the class.

Of course, the potion.

Sebastian awkwardly coughed as he stood up, thankful for his cloak. He was sure every boy in the class must be praising the heavy fabric if the potion was as strong as the professor said. Y/N, Sebastian, and Ominis made their way in line to smell the concoction, waiting their turn. Sebastian noticed that while a couple of people mentioned what they smelled, there were a few who kept that information to themselves. He wondered what it was that made them so quiet. Either way, the damned thing smelt different to each person for some reason. Wasn’t it just meant to make you fall in love with someone? If only he would have been able to pay attention to what Sharp had been saying but he had been a tad distracted by his partner.

Speaking of which, Y/N was the first of the little trio to stand in front of the rather old-looking cauldron. She closed her eyes as she let her hands help waft the smoke toward her. As she took a deep breath in, her eyes shot open as if she had recognized the smell almost instantly.

“What is it? What do you smell?” Sebastian asked with curiosity oozing from his voice.

“I smell…old books, burning candles, and butterbeer.” She said softly as she glanced at the two boys, a blush creeping up her ears as her eyes met Sebastian.

“How quaint.” Ominis commented through a grin as if he knew precisely who smelt like such a strange combination.

Sebastian didn’t think that could be the smell of love though he didn’t exactly know what he would say the scent of love would be like but definitely not old books. Perhaps floral like roses or sweet like cherries? Love in a bottle had to be stereotypical, it made the most sense to him.

Sebastian stepped up, pulling the lid up and letting the fumes wash over him. The mist of the potion overcame him as if he had just walked into a sauna. He felt an urge tingle from the tips of his toes to the very ends of his hair. A rush so strong in his body he could practically count his pulse from the zealous beats his heart made, throbbing in what felt like his throat.

Her.

He could only smell her.

He gulped trying to breathe in anything that wasn’t this potion's musk. The smell was sweet and heavy just like how he thought but it was more than he could handle. He could sink in the delight of it all as if he could be happily drowned in it. He imagined that this would be the very smell that could suffocate him while he was on his knees between your legs.

“Heaven” he blurted out carelessly as the thought of eating you out filled his mind.

“Very descriptive,” Ominis replied, helping Sebastian to get out of his head and back into reality.

“My thoughts exactly. What does heaven even smell like? That could be anything” Y/N asked with a furrowed brow.

Sebastian paused, trying to put into words what the woman in front of him smelt like. It was hard to put into words. The smell was more like flashes of constant memories that reminded him of Y/N rather than what she smelt like every day.

He could smell the rain, the petrichor that radiates from the grass; the image of you running in the storm with him, white blouse drenched and clinging to your chest, raindrops dripping from your hair, the sound of your laughter. What a day that had been, so carefree, so full of joy for just being in the mommet. He kept that memory close to him; a loop he would play when his thoughts went to dark and dreary places.

In the next instant, he could smell the scorch marks from flames nipping at the cobblestone in the undercroft. The heavy smoke poisoned his lungs and filled his mind with such intoxication over the past. The day he had taught you confringo lingering in the back of his mind.

It had been one of the first times he had gotten close to you.

The memory of being pressed against your back, Sebastian’s face mere inches from your soft hair-your locks tickling the tip of his nose. His hand had been wrapped around your wrist as he helped with your wand movements. You had looked at him so innocently then, putting all your faith in him even though you had barely known each other. He could still see the small smudge of soot smudged on your cheek and the way you looked up at him with such big eyes for guidance.

The memory had only gotten sweeter like wine after seeing you master his spell. Seeing you cast it with ease, power, and confidence; that alone would always send shivers down his spine amid battle. He would always be a part of you when you cast that spell…forever.

The smell warped into something else entirely, putting him off guard until he was able to realize the mystery aroma was incense: warm, woody, and thick. It was the same kind that Professor Onai used in her classroom the day she taught palmistry. He had held your hands that day, his large hands engulfing yours in warmth. It had been the perfect excuse to touch you then, so freely and openly with everyone watching. His fingers brushed against your skin softly, his touch could barely be described as a graze but the tension was more than palpable. He had read your palm that day, hoping he could see himself in your loveline. He believes that he did. Even if he didn’t he would find a way to change it to make it so.

“Well, it's certainly not butterbeer,” Sebastian finally responded, putting himself back in the present.

Y/N blushed, flustered by the comment before whacking him on his shoulder. “I should have never told you,” she responded in a huff, making her way back to their desk.

Sebastian followed, chuckling at her reaction but also thankful he was able to avoid having to explain what heaven smells like.

“Does anyone want to know what it smells like to me?” Ominis asked himself as he stood in front of the cauldron alone; the sarcasm and annoyance drowning his words as he found his way back to his desk. Professor Sharp stood before the classroom, waiting for everyone to get their bearings again.

“It seems like some of you are rather open to telling everyone what you find most attractive…that or just the smell of the person you seem to find yourself in a new entanglement in with this week..how brave of you,” Sharp commented with what must be his attempt at an amused grin before going back to his solemn state.

Sebastian glanced at Y/N, wondering who it was for her. Who smelt like old books and could still have her head over heels for them? She had never even brought up liking a person before. His hands formed into fists on the desk, images flashing of someone else being with her the way he daydreamed. He couldn’t even bear the thought and had to quickly stop before he lost himself.

He heard Professor Sharp go into further detail about the potion before teaching how to make the antidote for amortentia. At least that was as much as Sebastian could recall, he knows that was the subject but simply couldn’t tell you how to make the damned thing. His attention was more on you than the class itself. He needed to get out of this classroom and fast before he reached his limits. Even with the cauldron covered the smell seeped and filled the classroom, working its magic on everyone in it. He couldn’t even imagine how he would be if he actually drank it. He understands why people who had been under its effects would practically throw themselves at the person in question now.

You sat there a complete tease and were none the wiser. The way you grabbed onto your skirt from your thigh, hiking up the fabric higher than it was before. He wanted nothing more than to put his hand under the hem and pull it up high until he got a good view of you bent over this very desk. He wanted to push you against the hardwood and pull your hair. He wanted to devour you in front of everyone, to lose himself in you and all that was good. Sebastian loosened his tie, the small material barely knotted as he tried to control his breath.

“That’s all there is to teach. By the end of class, I expect two adequate potions…the Amortentia and the cure from each table. You may begin.” Sharp directed as he made his way to his desk in the back of the room.

There was a wave of silence that crashed over the classroom as the students side-eyed each other. It would seem that no one had paid attention to Sharp’s well-planned and eloquent lecture on brewing love potions. The professor didn’t seem to give it any mind though, he was too involved with whatever he was writing. Sebastian couldn’t imagine that the man was clueless about the tension in the room though. Perhaps he was secretly amused that this situation of all things was the only way he was able to make the classroom stunned with silence.

“Would you be upset with me if I told you, I have no idea how to brew this potion,” Sebastian decided to tell Y/N outright. There was no point in pretending; she would see through him anyways if he tried.

She suppressed a chuckle in response as she stood up and pointed him in the direction of the board. “Not at all. Luckily for us, the instructions are on the board. Come on, let's get the ingredients.” She explained as she stood up and waved him over to follow her. He leaped out of his seat, quick and careless, almost like he was a dog who was taunted by the prospect of a treat. Thoughts of being alone with Y/N in the supply closet made his heart race to deadly rhythms and his palms slightly sweaty. He couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild with fantasies of what could transpire in such a small enclosed space.

The thought of your soft thighs wrapped around his waist while he got to have handfuls of your ass to keep you steady. Messy, hungry kisses that vibrated with moans. Your hands tussled in his hair or roaming up and down his chest. He could feel himself twitch every time he imagined you bouncing up and down against him, grinding him into pure bliss.

Merlin. Could he handle himself with such a temptation of being with you in such a place?

Each step he took across the classroom felt like an eternity, his body growing with anticipation that coursed through his veins like wildfire. His eyes were glued to the sway of your hips as you led the way.

When they finally reached the door, Sebastian fumbled with the handle, hands almost shaking as his mind was still lost in the realm of his fantasies. He could practically hear you screaming his name at this moment. The sound looped over and over again in his head, short-circuiting his brain until he was able to hear a click. The door creaked open, revealing a small, dimly lit space filled with shelves of potions ingredients, and other various supplies.

Sebastian stepped in behind you, trying to contain his desires while his body betrayed him, buzzing in hopeful anticipation of even just being grazed by you. A single touch would be enough to end his suffering at this point. The air felt heavy with scents of herbs that mixed in wonderfully with the smell of you, further fueling his senses.

“So…heaven you said.” Y/N awkwardly commented as she began to gather the required ingredients. Pulled out of his wicked daydreams Sebastian glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “That is indeed what I said.”

“Are you ever going to elaborate on that?”

Sebastian stared at the shelves, trying to look lost. Shifting his weight back and forth as his hands skimmed the ingredients that were laid out in front of him. “Why so curious?”

“Well, I told you mine… it's only fair.”

“Have I ever been known to be fair?” Sebastian asked as he paused and looked down at you. You looked up at him sweetly, eyes big and bright, cheeks flushed, lips slightly apart. A tempting beautiful picture. He gulped down the need to jump you right then and there. A sad excuse for keeping his gentlemanly composure.

“Are you going to make me beg?” she asked softly.

Sebastian almost fainted. You? Begging him? Suddenly the thought of you on your knees in front of him flashed through his mind. He wondered just how he could make you beg. What filthy pleas could be heard from your lips? How desperate could you be for him? Was it anything like how he was for you now? He got lost in your beautiful eyes as he wondered.

“Would you beg for me?” his voice barely above a whisper as he asked her.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide, her cheeks turning into a deep shade of crimson. Sebastian watched as she stood there a mixture of what looked like mortification and vulnerability washing over her. As Sebastian took a step closer to her he saw how her blush intensified. Spreading like a delicate watercolor painting, the color seeped from her cheeks and extended to the tips of her ears…even down below under her blouse. He wondered how far her blush went.

“D-Don’t play with me, Sebastian,” Y/N replied as she tried to regain her composure. She faced the shelves once more, letting her hands touch anything that was in front of her.

“I would never.” He tried to follow her actions, hoping she didn’t notice how the last minute of their interaction would be the start of his dreams for the next month.

She scoffed at his response. “I know you’re just trying to deflect from the question. Why so secretive? Do you have a crush on someone and are just too embarrassed by it? You know I wouldn’t tell a soul.” she rambled as she picked up a mysterious vial. She looked at it as if she was more interested in the contents inside of it than the conversation but Sebastian could see through her act.

“Crush? I’m afraid it's gotten far past that.” Sebastian replied, freezing Y/N in her tracts if only for a moment. She placed the vial back in its rightful spot before reaching for another random object, much like Sebastian did in hopes of keeping him grounded in the situation. How far should he push this? Should he let the smell of this damned potion, the bottled intoxication of the girl in front of him, break down any walls he had built up in hopes that she would never know he was madly in love with her?

Their hands brushed against each other, sending a shock down to his toes that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The innocent act that was nothing but a soft caress, fanned the flames that were in him to dangerous heights, his yearning for her unbearable

“She’s bewitched me. Hexed me even…I’m sure of it.” He continued to say as he looked down at her. His hand frozen in his place against hers. If he moved now, there would be no grace in his actions. It was his last attempt at trying to keep himself composed.

He heard Y/N’s breath hitch in her throat.

“Do you really want to know?” He asked, giving her an escape but hoping she wouldn’t take it. She only nodded her head in response, unable to speak from the tension that’s now bubbled over in the small closet they were in.

“I smell the rain,” He began to say as he turned to face her.

“I smell fire” He took a step towards Y/N, closing the small gap.

“I smell incense.” His hands intertangled in yours, as he took a step forward, forcing you against the door, making sure no one could interrupt them. Your hands were well above you now as his fists pinned you in place.

“I smell you,” it barely came out as a whisper against the nape of your neck. “It’s all I can smell, even now. It suffocates me. Taunting me with ideas,” he continued, his voice low and dark. “Would you let me do those things to you?” He asked, moving his gaze so he could look at Y/N.

She looked like every fantasy he ever had of her. Under him, panting, wide-eyed, and flushed. He would keep this memory close to him, he knew instantly. Keep this image of her as nothing more than a self-indulgent treat for every night before he went to sleep.

“Is this when I should beg Seb?” Y/N let out in a single heavy breath.

He let out a groan at the sound of her nickname for him, his head falling to her shoulder so he could melt into her.

Fuck

Just hearing her say his name like that made his situation feel painful, making him harder than he ever had been in his entire life. He was scared to find out what would come of himself if he didn’t find a release soon.

“Do I have to beg to get my ingredients?” Ominis could be heard as he pounded on the door causing both Sebastian and Y/N to jump to the opposite side of the closet. Their friend walked into the small room, happy to be blind for once so that he didn’t have to see the sorry state the two were in.

“Congratulations on finding out you two are in fact in love with each other. The rest of the school has been waiting.” Ominis stated with annoyance. “Now can you grab me the things I need?”

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[impishjesters]

Time out for Jax

warning(s): Jax, temper/anger issues, inappropriate reaction, unhealthy coping methods, suggestive/implied sexual content, cursing note(s): I'm at a loss for the correct words I wanted to use in the tags, but Jax's anger is a little overkill and the reader admits to him not having great coping methods when he's really pissed off and at a breaking point. I'm in no way saying that type of coping/behaviour is acceptable, just that it exists. I also want to state that the sexual implications at the end are completely consensual! A/N: I don't know why this popped into my head but the idea of Caine putting Jax in time out only for it to not really be effective is absolutely hilarious. Plus I told my mom about it and she agreed it'd be something Caine would do and fail at.

“That’s it!” Caine shouted. He raised a hand and gave a quick snap, summoning thick iron bars from the ground that formed a small jail cell around Jax. “You sir, are in time out!”

You and a few others let out a surprised gasp. Caine had never gone so far as to actually do something to punish Jax for his behaviour, if you could even really call it a punishment.

Even Jax seemed surprised if you could get past the obvious miffed expression coupled with a few censored curses being thrown at the AI. Caine did nothing in response to the words except fix his clothes that had seemingly gone astray amidst his anger.

If you could call it that.

Caine turned to the rest of you and rushed through a more dramatic rendition of what was basically I Spy meets hide and seek, the activity he initially had started explaining before Jax’s little stunt. As soon as he finished explaining he let out a huff and disappeared with a poof of smoke.

“God dammit Jax!”

“Holy shit, I’ve never seen Caine so upset.”

“Oh, that’s worrying…”

“He didn’t give us a list of what we’re looking for…”

“Oh, maybe this thing?”

Everyone spoke over one another the moment he left, except for Jax who was still irked at being put in time out like a child of all things. “Oh c’mon this is bullshit, he’s the one who wants to keep us entertained.”

“You tried to pants him, baby.” You approached the bars with arms crossed, staring up at your idiot of a boyfriend. “I don’t even think you can pants him.”

He scoffed and copied your stance, crossing his arms. “It’s his fault we’re stuck here, he wants to entertain us then that would’ve been fucking hilariously entertaining.”

Of course, Jax didn’t feel guilt for literally taunting the entity that was likely your captor. He barely found himself feeling guilty when you did something stupid enough to make him laugh. Entertainment was entertainment, no discrimination there.

“How long do you think Caine will keep you in there?” Gangle asked, slowly approaching the two of you.

“Knowing that bastard? Who knows.” he shrugged.

“Hold on a second..” You took a step back and let your eyes roam the little makeshift prison before letting out a laugh. The whole thing was as tall as Jax and had at least enough room for him to stretch, but that wasn’t what made it so hilarious.

“What? What’s so funny?” Jax sneered, this whole thing wasn’t funny in the slightest. Weren’t you supposed to be on his side, as his partner? He was fucking stuck in this thing until you guys either finished this dumb little activity or got his attention to let him out.

The laughter caught the attention of the rest, causing them to slowly inch closer. “What’re they laughing at?” Ragatha asked.

“Heck if I know.” Jax threw his arms up and stared you down. “You gonna tell the rest of the class angel?”

It took a few moments to compose yourself, but the faint giggle never left you. Rather than answer them out loud you simply walked closer to the cage before slipping yourself between the bars, joining Jax. Caine had been so focused on putting Jax in a cage that he didn’t even take into consideration the spacing between the bars. Sure the bars were thick but they were spaced too far to really matter.

“Baby, you were never trapped.”

You walked back through the bars with little difficulty and Jax’s eye twitched with irritation. “You’ve gotta be shitting me…” He slapped a hand over his face and growled, stepping between the bars and finding himself outside the very useless prison. “I’ll kill him…”

“No, you won’t.” A sigh left you, the giggle dying down completely. At least for you, the others were still varying levels of laughter and giggles accompanied by Kinger’s slightly confusing questioning as to what everyone was laughing about. You could hear someone try to explain it to him but focus your attention on the man before you.

Jax was still agitated and like this, he would be nothing but bad company for the others. You turned to Ragatha and asked if they’d be able to handle the activity for now. She agreed, telling the two of you to return before they finished and got Caine back. Who knew how he’d respond to finding Jax outside of his time out punishment?

The others left and you turned back to Jax before offering an open palm. “How about we go to our room and let the others handle the game? I’ll even help you plan a few pranks.” If only to make sure that none of the others suffered too harshly at Jax’s irritation.

Sometimes his outbursts could get particularly nasty and would often result in some less-than-ideal words or pranks aimed at others. You’ve been on the receiving end a few times and while the first few times hurt, you knew it wasn’t anything to take personally over time.

It wasn’t healthy but it beat letting him keep everything pent up. Plus it had its rewards, Jax would always make it up to you in some way or another when that happened. The worse it was, the better the reward, and boy were those rewards worth it.

“Oh angel I’ve already got a list of pranks planned, but what I want to do is blow off this steam in other ways.” He jabbed a thumb behind himself. “Get walkin’ sweetie.”

Oh, this kind of blowing off steam was your favourite. Double reward in your book.

“Yes sir.”

Jax let out a low growl before following close behind. He’d definitely make it up to you for getting him out of that, his own anger clouded his judgment, and had it not been for you he’d still be stuck there. No, he was going to blow your back out and then reward you with a long, tender round two.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax

[glassrowboat]

Lounge Music. Gallagher.

Summary: A bar singer, that's all she was supposed to be, but instead, the girl became a right pain in his ass with every passing day as Gallagher only grows fonder and fonder of her.

Word count: 1600+

Written pre-release.

The plan, originally anyhow, was to improve the atmosphere. The bar has its regulars, the patrons that always come crawling back, but being able to draw more people on with something new has its benefits. That's what Gallagher was thinking anyway as he posted a ‘we're hiring’ sign right out front for a singer willing to work in a bar.

At first he was expecting wide eyed young ladies coming through hoping to get any shot at being on stage, to have their voice heard, and admittedly that is what he got in a way. Only two applicants showed up. A bubbly little thing who was excitedly talking about using this to make her big break and the other girl who’s first impression was to sit down and tell him he will hire her.

Well, it certainly left an impression. Enough of one to tell Gallagher that she would be a pain in his behind if he did hire her, and oh boy was he right.

○He does not appreciate your constant teasing about him looking like the type of guy to call a girl dame, especially as you pretend to hold a cigarette up to your lips to take a long drag to really sell the bit. Worst part is when he went home that night, hand ruffling through his hair in pure exhaustion as he closed the front door right behind him only to be met by his tired and worn expression and Gallagher couldn't even deny you had a point. Dammit.

○Though on that note the bar used to be a smoke where you want place as he didn't see the point in knocking that behavior out of his customers when Gallagher is guilty of such behavior himself, but that changed after you were hired. A smoking section specifically being set up in the part of the bar furthest from the stage, the sign something he taps out now when he sees a customer pull out a lighter. Did he do this because you wouldn't stop pretending to cough every time he lit a cigarette for himself? Maybe. At least it gets you to stop being so dramatic every five seconds. 

○You've introduced him to more music and artists than not. Gallagher had gotten so used to the radio playing the same few songs again and again on repeat that he'd be sick of them, so when you came in with something new ( that you're playing on his phone for some reason rather than your own) it was more like a godsend than anything. Finally, some variety.

○Gallagher will always make sure you have a glass of water right beside you in case you ever need it. He's not sure how much of a strain singing all night would even put on you, but it's definitely something, right? Especially when you have to do exercises before even going out there. 

○He won't make a remark about how your voice sounds a little hoarse after each night, not even once, but if your voice cracks one time while you're singing it's going to be held over your head for weeks. Payback is a bitch and you have to deal with it. Not like it will stop your teasing though.

○Gal will not entertain your requests to sing with you, not even as you try to drag him on stage. Funny that you thought it'd even work, but good on you for having goals. Any time you ask it's always met with an “I hired you for a reason.”

○He does not keep up with trends at all so if you decide to sing a tik tok song it will fly right over this man's head. Use this information as you will.

○You're allowed to hide behind the bar if you ever feel the need to. He'll even keep an eye on you between the drinks he makes and customers coming up with orders to make sure no one is bothering you. At first he only did this as he tried to figure out how people would respond to this change, trying to see if they liked the live music or not, but somehow it just became second nature over time. Well, maybe not ‘somehow.’ More like when he noticed you cussing someone who was clearly a few drinks too many in pestering you. 

○He has never heard a woman call another person a bitch in heat that needs to go fuck a lamppost so the can leave her alone until that day and he still finds himself laughing about it on a rare occasion.

○But yeah, anytime you want you're free to come hide behind the bar with him. It's more common than not on days when there's less people coming in, just a few faces that stick to their seats with a drink in hand as you pester him over something. Again. On one such day Gallagher took one of the drink shakers and tried to teach you a trick or two, the simplest ones he knows just to waste time. It shouldn't be that hard, right? Well that was apparently wrong as the shaker slipped out of your grasp and landed right on your head.

○It was a good thing he thought ahead and chose not to fill it with anything. 

○”You're a real clutz, aren't you?”

○And yes, Gallagher has spotted you tripping over the wire attached to the microphone more than once.

○Would walk you back to your car every night after cleaning up. It has led to you running around wiping off tables because you want to catch up on some drama you've been watching. He can't honestly keep up with the details of this show either. What do you mean this girl just ate poison and walked it off like it was nothing? Where's the context, (Y/n)?

○He never gets that context in the end.

○You get free drinks. He's more than happy to pull out a glass or mix something he's been testing out together for you even if Gallagher claims this will come out of your paycheck. It never does. 

○Now when Gallagher hears a new song a part of him can't help but wonder what it would sound like in your voice. It's worse on the days you're off, having to go back to the radio just to fill the air a bit more than just the chatter of customers and the sound of glass on wood as people set their drinks down a bit too harshly as the alcohol starts to flood into their systems. 

○Somehow, in some way, the days you're not there have just grown to feel wrong. 

Which is why it's all the better as you're back the next day, your same habit of swaying along with the beat the same as ever. Maybe he'd call you out for it later if you decided to say something weird again, but for now Gallagher simply leaned against the counter, hand raising up in a wave as someone walks through the door. Bell attached to the top of the doorframe swaying back and forth as it rings. Somehow it doesn't come across as melodic as it once did but it still draws his attention well enough. It serves its purpose, so no point getting rid of it.

“Welcome in,” he calls out, voice already getting a bit gruff from having to talk so late into the night.

In turn a familiar face greets Gallagher, an old regular that stopped dropping by sitting down in a stool before him as Gal wipes the surface off to make sure it wasn't sticky from any spilled drinks. “Been a while, hasn't it?”

“That it has. Come back here cause of another fight with the wife, James?” Something else you make fun of him for, acting as the good old fashioned bartender people come to to spill their woes. But hey, it pays the bills on his end and it's cheaper than therapy to buy a beer or two to come whining to him about what's going on. 

“You can say that again.”

“The usual?” Even as he asks that Gallagher is already grabbing a beer, James preferred brand as the familiar label flashes across His eye while popping off the bottle cap.

“Why ask if you already know?” Even with his need to roll his eyes, James picked the bottle up, bringing it up to his lips for a quick chug. “It's clearly been a while since I've been here. The woman up on the stage is new.”

“(Y/n).”

“Okay, (Y/n) is new.” James leaned back into his chair to look at the woman, watching as you toyed with the cable attached to the mic between your fingers, letting it go round and round in circles between each word sung. “It's an improvement I'd say. Makes this old place a bit more lively.”

“She's certainly become a bit of a fan favorite.” 

“One you can't take your eyes off of.”

Gallagher could barely help the sigh falling from his lips at that, not exactly enjoying being called out so blatantly. Maybe a smoke would be nice, get his mind off this stuff just like he's been doing these past few weeks whenever that mischievous smile sneaks its way into his mind. “Just drink.”

He can decide what this all means later, but for now Gallagher can sit back and listen to your voice flooding over the bar and just like always, as this place shuts down for the night, he'll walk you back to your car and pretend he doesn't want to do more than tell you to get home safe.

“Can I still tell you about what bull my wife said this time?”

“Yeah, yeah, man. Just go ahead.”

#gallagher x reader #gallagher #gallagher hsr #honkai star rail #hoyoverse #x reader #fem reader #headcanons #banner by cafekitsune

[forever-rogue]

Hi! I LOVE your writing! I was wondering if you could write something about the reader moving in to a trailer across from Eddie’s and he sees her outside smoking all the time and never says anything but he thinks she’s so pretty. One night, Dustin is over at Eddie’s and they see her, Dustin says hi because he knows her from somewhere and he finds out Eddie has a crush on her, talks him into asking her out or tries to play matchmaker!! 🖤🖤

AN | Please, I made this so soft but I love it!🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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Eddie Munson had a new neighbor. That’s about all he knew. He hadn’t seen anyone move in, or even seen any signs of life in the trailer when he was around, but he could tell someone was there because the small trailer started to look homier every day. Maybe one day he’d find out who it was, but realistically he didn’t care. More than likely it would have been an older individual, a young couple, or someone that just needed a place to stay for a while. 

But no. Eddie Munson had been incredibly wrong. 

He learned that very quickly one evening when he was hanging out with Dustin Henderson. The two of them had been working on a new campaign together, and since it was late, he was going to give Dustin a ride home. It would be over his dead body that he let his young protege ride his bike home in the dark.

It happened when the two of them walked out of Eddie’s trailer. There you were, sitting outside your own place, reading some well-loved book as you lazily smoked a cigarette. Eddie never believed in true love; it seemed like one of those cheesy things that was reserved solely for romantic movies or sappy love songs or paintings by a tortured artist. But something ran through him as he stared at you, making him feel a hundred emotions at once and he was positive that time seemed to slow down. Holy fuck. Who were you? How did you seem to immediately get a hold of his heart? 

“Eddie?” Dustin’s irritated voice pulled him back to reality as he looked at the boy climbing into his van, “what’s up with you?”

“N-nothing,” he almost choked on his own words, his mouth dry from looking at the angel next door. Neighbor. Fuck. You were just his neighbor who he didn’t know the first thing about. He couldn’t let his vivid imagination run too wild, “nothing. Sorry, zoned out.”

“Let’s go,” he huffed, “there’s pizza waiting at home!”

Eddie cast one last sneaky little glance at you, mesmerized by you and he didn’t even know your name. He hopped into the van and started it, noticing that you looked up for just a moment. You looked away too quickly for him to catch your eye. Soon, he promised himself, soon.

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Several weeks had passed since he’d seen you for the first time, and….nothing had changed. It seemed like as soon as he’d seen you for the first time, he saw you all the time. And he thought he would come and talk to you or at least introduce himself. But every time he’d catch even the smallest glimpse of you, he chickened out, heart racing as he ran back into his own home. So much for meeting the girl of his dreams. Whoa. He groaned at himself; he couldn’t let his mind wander that much just yet. He should at least get your name first. 

It was another evening of Dustin hanging out with Eddie, but this was the night that everything changed. He realized that was a pretty dramatic way of putting it, but looking back on that fateful night years later, he knew it was a special night. 

The two of them were sitting on Eddie’s porch, talking amongst themselves about something or other when you stepped outside. He heard the opening of your door before you popped out, a watering can in hand as you went to water all the plants and flowers you had in the little yard and porch. Eddie was unable to keep himself from staring, enraptured by your siren’s call. But this time Dustin noticed. 

“Hey,” he said softly as he looked across the way and realized it was you. He said your name softly as Eddie’s eyes widened, “she works at the arcade on the weekends!”

Before he could do or say anything, Dustin hopped off the couch and ran over to you, calling your name excitedly. You looked up at the familiar voice and your face broke into a big smile; and oh. You had the loveliest smile he’d ever seen. 

“Hey Dustin,” you gave him a small wave. Meanwhile Eddie was pretty sure he was going to combust any moment; did you have to sound like that too? You pulled him in for a small hug, “what’re you doing here? You don’t live here do you?”

“No,” he shook his and looked back at Eddie, who was clearly having a moment, “I’m here with him - he lives here. That’s Eddie.”

“Is he…alright?” you asked softly, holding your hand up in a small wave, letting him know it was okay for him to come over, “he seems…off.”

“No,” Dustin sighed, walking back over to drag Eddie to you. He might have been young, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what was going in Eddie’s head. He grabbed his forearm and pulled along with him, not stopping until the older boy was standing directly in front of you, “this is my friend, Eddie. He lives here.”

“Oh,” you liked his eyes; they were big and bambi-like complimenting his pink cheeks and pouty lips. You held out your hand and he hesitated for a moment before mechanically going through the motions to shake yours, “hi Eddie. It’s nice to meet you, finally. I’ve seen you around!”

“I’m not a stalker,” he blurted out and your face entirely changed as the corners of your mouth tugged down in a frown. Before he could put his foot further into his mouth, you laughed sweetly, a sound that went straight to his heart, “I-I-I just, I’ve seen you around.”

“I know what you meant,” you gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and Eddie immediately wondered if he could get away with never washing his flannel again. He could smell you, the soft lavender and vanilla overwhelming him in the best ways, “I’ve seen you around too. I’ve thought about coming to say hi…but just talked myself out of it.”

“You’ve seen me?” Why did he suddenly sound like a  pubescent boy? You nodded softly, “I-”

“Whoa,” Dustin interrupted suddenly and Eddie glared at him, “look at time - I gotta get going!”

“Get in the-”

“I’ve got my bike,” he insisted firmly, already backing away, “it’s still light enough, don’t worry about it.”

“Dustin-”

“Bye guys!” he was already running away, both of you watching him. You in amusement and Eddie in worry. How was he supposed to have a conversation with you? He was pretty sure you were some kind of magic, and it rendered him almost speechless. That was a rarity.

“He’s not very subtle, is he?” you shook your head fondly; he and his friends were arcade regulars and some of your favorite and nicest customers. Eddie looked at you in confusion, and you leaned in so you were super close to him and he was worried you could hear the beating of his heart, “this is clearly a set-up.”

“A set-up?” he echoed as you nodded, “whaddaya mean?”

“Silly boy,” your tone was laced with affection as you rocked back and forth on your heels, “he’s trying to get us together. You know - we meet and fall madly in love and get married and have a house with 2.5 kids and a dog. A set-up!”

You shouldn’t have said that. You should have said that. At all. Eddie’s mind was reeling with the thoughts of what you had said and suddenly he was picturing a future with you and some kids and a big, fluffy dog. Fuck. He was in too deep already. 

“O-oh,” he swallowed thickly and nodded, “I-I don’t want to marry you.”

“Ouch, harsh,” but you were giggling nonetheless, “am I that offensive that even the mere idea is that horrible?”

“No, umm, what I meant is that I don’t want to marry you yet,” your smile grew as he groaned at him, begging whatever gods were out there for the ground to open and swallow him whole.

“Yet? Ooh,” you felt like swooning too, “so you wanna marry me? How romantic.”

“I-I-”

“Relax,” your hand found its way onto his bicep and you gave him a gentle squeeze of reassurance, “I’m just playing around, Eddie. You have to be so serious or nervous around me - I’m just a big old dork.”

“You’re really pretty,” alright. He was going to super glue his mouth shut because that was the only option he could think of. This verbal vomit was something foreigh to him and he already knew that he despised it, “sorry, I’m just…ugh. I’m not always like this.”

“Don’t worry,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I think you’re really pretty too.” 

“Thanks,” the dopey, lovesick smile on his face was ridiculous.

“Do you wanna come in?” you motioned towards your place, “I’m home alone, so I was just gonna watch a movie or something. But I’d love some company if you’re up for it.”

He pointed at himself almost as if he wasn’t sure if you were actually talking to him but you just nodded happily, “yeah. I’d love that.”

“Me too,” you reached for his hand and started pulling him, both of you grinning shyly at each other, “I was gonna order pizza if that sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed breathlessly, his heart racing wildly as he quickly realized that this was going to change everything. He ended up being right naturally.

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“Eddie Spaghetti,” you practically ran in through the door to your shared apartment, excited to see him again after a long day. He was in the kitchen, but stopped what he was doing immediately before he ran to catch you. You jumped into his arms and he spun you around, causing you to giggle. He stopped only once you were both dizzy and breathless. You looked up at him with big, starry eyes, “I’ve missed you so much, honey boy.”

“Missed you too, angel,” he tenderly cradled your face in his hands before leaning in to kiss you. It was a soft, saccharine little thing, but you weren’t satisfied - you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back down to your lips, kissing him hungrily. When you pulled back and felt him smiling against your lips, “fuck, you’re perfect, you know that?”

“I’m glad to know that even after almost four years I still make you feel like that,” you pushed a few rogue curls out of his face before nuzzling your nose against his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he sighed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, “beautiful, beautiful girl.”

“Silly, silly man.” you pressed big, happy kisses to the apples of his cheeks before pulling out of embrace and padding to the kitchen. You felt his brown eyes on you, watching your every move intently. You paused before opening the fridge and looked back at him curiously, “can I help you, Munson?”

“I was just thinking-”

“Oh no.”

“Okay, first of all - hush,” he snorted in amusement as he came over and hopped onto the counter, “do you remember the night we met?”

“Of course I do, love,” you leaned against the other side of the counter with your arms crossed over your chest, “you were so nervous!”

“Yeah,” he agreed shyly, “I mean look at you! Girl of my fucking dreams, of course I was nervous.”

“Eddie,” you smiled at him fondly, “you couldn’t have been that nervous…we had sex that night!”

“I was still nervous,” he confessed, “I met the girl of my dreams - funny, smart, beautiful and got to have sex with her that night? And we’re still together? It’s like a weird romance movie.”

“Good thing it’s real,” you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, “but where is this going, bub?”

“You joked about me marrying you,” he recalled as you shook your head in amusement.

“And then you rejected me!”

“And then I accepted you after,” he huffed lightly as beamed at him, brighter than the summer sun, “and I just wanted to remind you of that.”

“Because…?”

“Because I’m gonna marry you,” he stated matter-of-factly as you felt your face flush with warmth, “I just…I think about that a lot.”

“Such a sap,” you moved to stand in front of him, standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his soft lips, “I think about that too. ‘s gonna be nice, you know? Besides…I like the sound of Munson much better than my last name.”

And just like that his brain practically short circuited again as he looked at him softly. You laughed lightly before touching his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek, “you still with me, bub?”

“Yeah.” he sighed softly, “fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Oh so very much.”

“I can’t wait to give you my last name.”

“Me neither,” you whispered in his ear, “don’t make me wait too long, yeah?”

“Fuck. No. Never,” he was practically melting into your touch, “soon.”

“Soon is perfect.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

[oddlykilledghosts]

I Want You To Like Me - Rafe Cameron x reader (Part Four)

Summary: You're a pogue by choice, kook from birth. The friendship that you have with the other pogues is undeniable, no one questions their loyalty for you or your loyalty to them. So when a certain King of the Kooks takes interest in you, it's only right to turn him down. Right?

author’s note: taking some love triangle action into account this chapter! More Rafe as well! I want to thank everyone who has liked this story so far. When I started this fic I was in a rut with writing and seeing everyone enjoy it helped me out of that rut so I love all of you!!

also I'm so sorry if this is bad

Word Count: 5.5k

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, John B x Sarah Cameron, platonic!Pogues x reader

And suddenly you were in the bathroom, wearing Rafe’s t-shirt (not that you had done anything other than claw at each other some more), and were stressing about making a public appearance at the Island Club together. Your parents weren’t very close with the Cameron’s. At least not anymore. Not after Rafe’s behavior got more noticeable. Drinking, drunk driving, the not so discreet drugs. When Ward tried to play it off, your family decided that until Rafe straightened out his behavior that they should hang around more respectable people. Which had kind of worked out for you, as that was around the time you and Kie had split from Sarah. Your family and Kie’s found that as a reason to spend more time together, as they were amongst the few Kooks who tried not to be pulled into dramatics. But the split from the two families had caused a bigger rift than intended. Sarah had felt ages away afterward when usually you were only as close as a short arm length from each other; just enough to pull someone quickly into a hug. During this time, Rafe had escaped your mind. You had wanted to believe that you too didn’t put up with him, when deep down you wanted to.

Ward doesn’t like to be the one scorned, so he would be plainly political about his feelings. Softly concealed disapproval. But you could see your parents head straight for the fact that you would be even interested in someone they found so insufferable, the “'bad boy' of the island”. Not that you could do anything to help those feelings at this point.

But those thoughts were both enough to cause some anxiety. 

The Island Club was never a place you wanted to go to yourself either. It was always just family dinners or hauling your ass over there to bother JJ during his long shifts when you knew he would be losing his mind. When you had the pogues, it just never ended up being a safe place for you as it did for most of the Kook community. The Chateau, that was your safe place. With John B drooling and drunk on the hammock and Pope reading out by the dock. 

Rafe knocked once on the door. “Y/N?” 

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was tousled a little from being on the bed, but otherwise you still looked fine. Kiara’s borrowed chokers shone against your tan. Were you the type of girl people expected to see with Rafe Cameron? Did it matter? Being half pogue never felt right in those circles, as if someone was always staring at you. You took your fingers and started fiddling with your hair, putting back misplaced pieces. There was always an expectation in being a Kook, never one with being a pogue. 

You sighed, you wanted this to be easy. This was your first date with Rafe Cameron. But here there were ghosts of distances that used to not exist. It was odd that this rift was created in the first place, like a separation that didn’t need to be previously crossed. Not that long ago had you been a full fledged Kook. But it had been so easy to settle into the pogue lifestyle, surfing, working, the occasional bit of smoking that wafted from the Twinkie’s doors…it felt right. This was somehow so all unfamiliar and bits of hazy memories seemed to mix all into an unappetizing flavor. 

No.

It doesn’t matter. You’re doing this. Rafe, somehow in the middle of everything, felt right to you right now too. That’s what mattered. 

Rafe knocked again, and in a louder voice asked, “Y/N/N, are you okay in there?”

The fact of the matter was, just as it was getting a little too hot and heavy for a first time romantic reunion you had hit the brakes and told Rafe you had to go to the bathroom. Mood killer, yes. But it had given you enough time to decide that you actually did in fact want to go to the Island Club, but also enough to know that you were slightly ill prepared to do so, especially as you looked down at yourself in the reflective silver.

You opened the door back to Rafe’s room to see him waiting outside the door, still shirtless, a fist raised to knock again. He looked surprised at your reentrance, as if he had expected you to climb out of the window instead and climb the two stories down from his room. This was an image you could see versions of your previous self attempting in efforts to evade the boy; maybe in another universe.

You smiled slightly, a small smirk forming just so softly on your features at the sight of this boy that you had pined over at fourteen. 

“What?” Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in that same familiar pattern at the sight of you. He was hiding a smile too behind his usual demeanor of harsh lines and toughness he had garnered because of his father. You wanted to smooth down his face, letting him just be free with you. His hand hanging in the air suddenly was against your cheek and Rafe was pulling you back into him again, as if he couldn’t hold on another second away from you. The tension in his shoulders lifted slightly when he was close enough to you, his mouth on yours. 

You kissed him back easily, as if so much had changed from the time that Kiara and John B had dropped you off. It was also easy to want to pull him back on top of you and continue where you left off, but it was also astute in your mind that you did not want to be a King Kook hookup and end up as just another ventured conquest in the little Kook black book of misadventures.

Pressing your hands against the boy’s bare chest you parted yourself from Rafe, just far enough to look him in the eyes. “Hey,” Was all you could get out. It was odd seeing him again like this, after a couple years of hating him along with the pogues. You thought back to those talks you had with Rafe. Even having to share a tent with him and Sarah on a camping trip. Or sneaking out to go on the balcony while Sarah was asleep to find some peace and ending up with Rafe outside and talking away the hours covered beneath the inky black sky. Snide remarks. Wandering eyes. Why hadn’t you seen this before? 

“Hey.” He replied.

You wanted to stay here, where it felt like you only had the two of you to deal with and not the judgment filled stares of kooks and pogues alike. But you also had more important matters, like your discarded clothes on the floor that were more appropriate to wear at the Island Club than just Rafe’s shirt, but still reeked of pogue affiliation. You leaned close to his face to tease him and whispered against his skin, “I need clothes.”

Rafe chuckled lightly and you felt his chest move with the small laugh, “I’d bet you look better with none at all but-”

You pulled away with a slight astonished smile and a playful gasp escaped your lips, “I meant for the Island Club.” You chided, squinting your eyes at him, already familiar with Rafe’s playboy tendencies.

Rafe rolled his eyes, “An offer to skip it and stay the day in here with the promise of not needing clothes is appearing-” At your look of disapproval he kept going with, “and now disappearing with the fact that we can most definitely get you clothes.”

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You got dressed back into your clothes from earlier, hesitant to give Rafe back his shirt but eventually caving as you watched him pull it over his head. The smallest little movement of his seemed to pull you into a heartbeat frenzy all of a sudden. And you liked seeing him wear the shirt that you had shared, like you knew it now belonged to you partially too. You had plans to steal it when you could at the next convenience.

His plan was to grab some clothes from Sarah’s room but you were quick to remind him of the fact that Sarah would hardly like an ex-friend to go through her things, let alone because said ex-friend was going on a date with her brother. He somehow disagreed, with a typical saying Sarah hated…that she “would never hurt a fly”. Sarah mostly hated it because it insinuated she also couldn’t fend for herself, though that must be because of deeper familial issues.

So it was decided that you’d head back to the Chateau. You had already checked with Kie that no one would be there, aimly the Pogues (but who else?), before getting yourself situated in Rafe’s car again.

When you got in, a wave of the past day had washed over you, refreshing somehow like a wave you dive under in the ocean when you just can't shake the heat. Ah, the location of the first kiss. Nothing about it had changed. It still smelled like Rafe’s cologne and the seats were still the same. But now you were not Pogue and Kook, you were Y/N and Rafe. This somehow was both safer and more dangerous. A road not yet taken. A road not yet known.

When you got to the Chateau, Rafe stayed in the car a few extra seconds, and somehow you knew he was nervous to get out. As if he too knew this was enemy territory as much as crashing a Tannyhill party had been for the Pogues and you. You turned to this new person in front of you and raised a white flag, “What? You scared?” You chided. 

Rafe grumbled something under his breath, something you couldn’t make out, and then said “No.” and got out of the vehicle.

It was so easy for you to exist at the Chateau that Rafe was blazed in an uncomfortable glaring hue. You weren’t sure he’d ever seen John B’s house this close. Closer than the driveway that is. Had he been here before the night he dropped you off? You didn’t know and didn’t inquire to ask as you figured an inquisition would trigger more alarm bells in Rafe’s head while being in the pogues domain.

“Rafe,” you coaxed, offering up a hand, “It’s a house. Relax. No one is here.”

Rafe let out a breath and followed you up to the porch.

You found the key easily, it was hidden in its usual place. JJ had actually hidden it and sworn the other Pogues to secrecy, so there was a hint of guilt as you let Rafe look over your shoulder as you found the spare. In the pogue’s world, everything was sacred. You didn’t have much but each other, and that’s what counted. You didn’t know how close Rafe was with his friends or if it was the same, but you’d doubt he would go against them for you. But then again, you doubted the fleeting remains of feelings you had thought were nothing over the boy you were with at the very moment…so who knows. But there was still just that pinprick in your mind that he wouldn’t give up Kook secrets so easily as you would with the pogues. Call it trusting easily, but you might get in trouble with your friends later for rocking between enemy lines. Actually, you already were in trouble for the most part.

“Home sweet home,” You said, pulling Rafe inside. “Don’t touch anything.”

Rafe looked at you pointedly, “it’s not like I won’t be able to pay to replace anything I break.” 

This was an absolute and obvious fact so you responded, “Oh I’m sure you could.” You gave him a smug look, “What about sentimental value?”

Rafe thought for a moment and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, “That I could not replace.” He pouted a bit and looked around the room, as if thinking of what could possibly be of sentimental value in the home. Your response, if he asked, would be everything. Every little thing. Especially with your stuff intermingled through the place, it just felt special all mangled together.

You let out a sigh, though you liked that Rafe was being honest for once. “That’s what I thought. Keep your Kook hands to yourself.” You took a step towards him, waving your finger accusingly.

“I thought we were past labels, darlin’.” Then there was that damn smile. Not one ounce of chivalry was inlaid in it, all of it was dark edges and misconceptions. It pulled you in more than you wanted to realize. With Rafe, there was an element of being bad. Of being with the bad guy. And somewhere in you, you liked that. Maybe deep down, you didn’t want to believe that, but it was there and it didn’t feel like hiding that much longer.

You rolled your eyes, suddenly realizing how close the two of you had found yourselves as you talked, and blushed. A habit that had been newly formed whenever Rafe got close to you like this. You pushed his chest away, walking back towards the guest room where all your belongings waited for you.

Rafe was already dressed. He smelled like sweet pine and musk, but also the ocean, and you wanted to sink into him. He wore a polo and some slacks, but it was nicer than any guy had tried in a long time. There was a part of you that hoped and figured it wasn’t going to be that fancy anyway. 

When you got to your room you thought you were going to panic, picking out outfits was never something you had quite delved into. Kie was always there to help. Only a FaceTime away if on Figure Eight, and usually right outside the door already if you were at the Chateau. Sarah was really the mastermind, she could pick things out in seconds that you would’ve never approved of yourself that looked amazing when on. And there was that ache when you thought of her, like a yearning you could never quite hold onto. It was nice seeing her with John B the other night, but also odd. You wondered if you’d ever get the chance to reconcile. Now with Rafe, well he complicates things.

But you put your mind together and thought about your best friends, ex or otherwise, and tried to put together a dress and some jewelry that complimented you. The real you. Not just as a pogue or a kook. 

So you took off Kiara’s chokers, a hard decision as they had been a part of your daily strength and it was hard to part with them, and you put on your pearl necklace you had gotten as a sweet sixteen present from your parents. It looked nice against your tan, and though you didn’t wear it often it was one of your favorite pieces you owned. Which was why you took it to the Chateau. Not one of your best decisions as most things get lost or misplaced in the pogue haven, but you wanted it close to you. It was like a part of your Kook heritage, like saying some part of you will always be a Kook. Not that you’d ever admit this out loud.

Then there was the dress. It wasn’t white, per say, but it matched the pearls. And it flowed around you perfectly. It was starting to feel like the day was already better than midsummers, which you and Kie usually dreaded (but sometimes enjoyed). This was intimate, private, and not some party. And also not an excuse for the Camerons to parade around. Though that was mostly left up to Ward and Rose.

When you walked out of the back guest room, Rafe’s back was turned and he was looking out the window, not having moved from his spot you had placed him in earlier. Creeping up from your toes, you felt a smile coming across your face as you grinned to yourself. Of course Rafe was trying his best. It’s not of use to think that you would find him snooping or setting up booby traps in the pogue home base. But at least to laugh at the thought wasn’t baseless.

“Hey,” you said, so normally like you had been saying it to him casually all your life. You had avoided Rafe like the plague on many occasions, but now you wanted to sound welcoming for once.

He turned, his eyes stopped at your face then trailed the length of your body quickly, finding your eyes again as if traveling back home. He smirked, which only brought you the thought that he would say something snarky but instead he said, “You clean up nice.”

You shrugged, joking a bit as you said, “You look okay.”

Instead of responding at first, Rafe pulled you close to him and kissed you. His lips tasted sweetly of lemonade and alcohol and you wondered when he had time to drink any, or if that was what he always tasted like. You either couldn’t remember or didn’t care. “Take a compliment, L/N.” Was what he said when you pulled away. His eyes were clear when you looked, this dark blue color you always loved. All at once you wanted nothing to break this night. Nothing but to handle it with care. You wanted Rafe and you to work.

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The Island Club always smelled of flowers when you walked in. Sweet, herbal, and somewhat pungent. It always reminded you of summer, even when the Island was experiencing the annual winter seasons. But in a familiar sense, you were glad that the doorway still had flowers to welcome you on either side, as if they wanted to renew your senses. So when you walked in this time, with Rafe, you took a big whiff of the air. Not only because you wanted to remember it, but because you wanted to have a fresh start. This was not you and Sarah’s brother. This was not you with a Kook. This was you with a boy you liked, going to eat dinner. 

When you sat down, at a table for two, it seemed too perfect.

Rafe started the conversation with a question you didn’t expect, “So what about being a pogue do you like?”

“Oh, um-” You took a sip of your water. “Is this a real question?” It didn’t feel forced, it just felt odd that he seemed to care. You couldn’t surmise that this had any devious connection to it, it just felt like Rafe wanted to know more about you. Which was new, and welcomed.

Rafe nodded, “Yes, Y/N. I may have not been friendly to the pogues-”

“More like devious, conniving, hateful.”

“But-” He took a deep breath, like what he was about to say was worth more than the words before. “I like you. That counts for something doesn’t it? Behind everything?”

A light fired in you, a spark of something, “You really want to know?”

Rafe nodded, let his shoulders relax, and let you continue. You told him all about how the pogues were a family. No man left behind, unless dire circumstances were involved. How you stood by each other. How JJ made you laugh, which made Rafe tense up as it seemed he was still not over the illusion of that relationship, when it was purely a friendship. How John B understood you. How Pope helped you. How Kiara was there for you. Through everything. They just made sense to you. Unlike the Kooks, it wasn’t some casual thing…this was family. 

When you were done, Rafe seemed to stir in his own feelings. You waited patiently for a response, one you were nervous for. “Kooks are like that too, you know.”

You pulled at the hem of your dress, a nervous tic you’d most like to get rid of, “It’s not the same.” You shook your head. There was nothing else like the pogues, you had looked.

“Wheezie is like that.” He paused to play with his napkin and then looked back up at you,  “She has a lot of loyalty in her blood.” 

“Oh, I believe that.” This was said with warmth. Wheezie, as you knew, was Rafe’s soft spot. You’d grown up beside her too and loved her for your quirks. When the other night you admitted to missing her, you weren’t lying. 

“You’re like that too.” It was like he was still holding something back, although unwilling to say so. It made you think, did he think Sarah was like that too? Was lumping Sarah and you together a line he didn’t want to cross with you? 

“Do you think you are?” You asked. You wanted to know the answer, truly. 

“I think I’ve had my doubts.”

“And what about those times you didn’t doubt?”

It was at this moment that Rafe cocked his head, looking slightly past you. His eyes trailed the dining area, and his brows furrowed together deeper than you had seen before, more in anger and annoyance than anything else. And those emotions had rarely been linked to you as a singular entity. “Maybank is here.” He said plainly, losing his focus on you. 

“He works- What? He’s here? Now?” You swiftly moved yourself in your seat, twisting your neck to view who Rafe was looking at. It was indeed JJ Maybank, looking very angry. He was also, indeed, in his work clothes, but you had deliberately picked a section of the club that JJ didn’t serve. It seemed like he had found you anyway. 

You stood up before JJ reached the table, the anger obvious and brewing on his face and put your hand up where his chest ended up, bumping into you slightly. “JJ, you were working today?” His eyes bore into you, lasers going through your skull and obliterating you in the process. 

“What is this?” He held his hat in his hands, all crumpled between his fingers. A sore sight to see as the hat was one of his prized possessions. His blond hair was full of flyaways and runaway strands, but even considering that it wasn’t normally perfect in its own right it was a mess right now. He looked so different than he had the other night, all outgoing and free flying.

“We’re on a date Maybank, if you’d excuse us-” You put a hand up to stop Rafe, only turning back to him for a second. Rafe’s voice had changed the demeanor of the blond boy, it was almost like you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

JJ looked back at Rafe once, but it only seemed to make him angrier, “A date! Wow okay. Nice going, Y/N. Real stand up guy.” His face was turning red, a shade you didn’t enjoy,  and he took a step closer to you as if to show you the anger buried in his face. The betrayal. Rafe stood up at this, with only you between the two boys. 

“Really, JJ, what is this about?” You said sternly, trying to angle your best friend away from Rafe. 

“What is this abo- Can we just talk in private, Y/N?” JJ seethed, letting out soft slow breaths you knew he needed when he got stressed out.

Rafe is suddenly at your side, but you push him away before he can talk and rush into any argument with JJ. You wanted to validate JJ’s feelings, you just didn’t know how to get there. “Rafe, it's fine.” You said to the boy behind you. Then to JJ, “Of course we can.”

Both were said through gritted teeth.

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JJ knew the ins and the outs of the Island Club from working there since he was fourteen, and you knew it from being a Kook from such a young age so it was never hard for the two of you to find hiding spots around the grounds. On this particular day, it was in the downstairs lounge where you both knew no one would be during dining hours. At least not anyone important enough to spot you or kick you out. JJ, this time, was pulling you by the hand to get there and didn’t seem to notice enough to drop your hand when you had found what you were looking for. JJ’s love language had always been touch, and you knew he found comfort in you, so you let your hand stay in his. You found comfort in him too, as you two were usually two peas in a pod.

Now that you were alone, JJ seemed to calm down, to ease quicker into his usual self. One that was open with you, not angry.

“JJ just please tell me-”

“I’m in love with you.” JJ said the words fast, and you paused, your mind dusty with confusion just trying to scramble behind him. JJ loves you. JJ loves you. JJ loves you.

“What?” You said, you could hear a squeak in your voice and you were sure he could too. 

“I’m not supposed to say anything. No Pogue on Pogue macking, I know. Believe me, I know. But now you’re on a date with this utter asshole and I can’t let that happen. I can’t-”

“I thought this was about your hat.”

“What about my-? Oh, yeah, I’m not happy about hearing the story of you losing it with Rafe but that’s only part of why I’m here and literally so insignificant now. Are you hearing me? Y/N/N?”

You let go of his hand. "JJ I just- I don’t know what to say, okay? I’m sorry about the hat. But I’m not sorry about the date.”

“You can’t be serious, Y/N. It’s Rafe fucking Cameron. And we’re us. I know we’re us. We make sense.”

“What if I don’t want to make sense, JJ?” You took a breath after realizing you were also getting worked up. You hoped Rafe was upstairs minding his business, waiting for you to get back. Your head spun. Everything seemed so fast now. It just felt like your world was crumbling. And it was, at least pieces of it. JJ was a flirty boy, had you been stringing him along? What about all the times you were together, did you feel a spark too? All those jokes, all those looks.

“What if I want Rafe?” You finally asked, not really a question you wanted answered.

JJ took a step back, like that was the last thing he expected you to say. You didn’t know what he did expect, you to dive into his arms? Say that you were saved? “JJ,” You tried to close the gap between you, but JJ just stepped back again with confusion and anger bubbling on his face. You wanted this to be easy. There was no easy when breaking someone’s heart. Especially not with JJ, who hid his heart at every twist and turn. “We’re best friends. But we’re not…more.”

“So you just want to go back to your Kook roots? Everything with the pogues was what? Bullshit?” He spit. He ran his fingers through his hair, something he did when he was frustrated. 

“JJ-” 

“Just go.”

You couldn’t lose JJ, not this way. Not because he loves you. You grabbed at his arm and he shook you off, a little too hard. You fell back as Rafe came into the room. He knew the Island Club too. Had almost shown you and Sarah all the secret spots in the first place. Of course you had the two boys that knew this place like the back of their hands.  

Then they were on top of each other. You couldn’t tell who threw the first punch, but you couldn’t tell who you didn’t want it to be. JJ, for one, because you never wanted him hurt in your life. And Rafe, well, because you loved Rafe. You had to admit this now. Had Rafe not driven you home, was there some part of you that would’ve gone with JJ? Loved him back even?

You had to stop it. Frozen, you dazed into a different state. A state where none of this had happened. Where you were fine being strangers with Rafe. Fine not being with JJ either. A place where you weren’t a pogue. A Kook. Nothing. You were just you. 

And when you finally got out of that daze, you realized how stupid it was. You were a pogue. You were a Kook. And most importantly, those identities had caused this rift. This fight. It all mattered. 

“STOP!” You screamed, flailing toward the boys. Rafe was on top of JJ, punching him. JJ was still sitting up halfway and fighting back. Blood splattered on your dress. You didn’t care, not at all. Then suddenly you were on top of Rafe, trying to pull him away, tugging and pulling. But it wasn’t until the other waitstaff heard your screams that he finally got off the Maybank boy. 

Both boys were bloody, but JJ looked worse. A pit in your stomach formed, sitting in the back and swallowing you whole. It was your fault, you knew that. It was hard to see someone you loved like this, but it was also hard to come to terms with what had just happened. But he got up, not looking at you, and left to get cleaned up by his coworkers. 

He left his hat on the floor, where it lay crumpled as if his hand was still imprinted on it.

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The good news was when you called, your parents said they would vouch for JJ as patrons of the Island Club so he wouldn’t be fired. You hadn’t told your parents that Rafe had been involved, or that the two of you had been on a date and you figured that fact could be a later lesson. And you also knew, as JJ wasn’t a fan of law enforcement, that he wouldn’t press charges against Rafe. Which his coworkers were most likely going to suggest. And Rafe was a Cameron. Untouchable. Ward would have to come home and clean it up, put a little more money into the club. But it was fixable. 

They still asked you to leave, which you understood. So you had Rafe take you to your empty house on Figure Eight. 

You got out the first aid kit and had Rafe sit on top of your kitchen’s island. Hoping to clean up the wounds, you dabbed antiseptic onto the cuts on his face and hands. “Does that hurt?” You asked quietly, pressing softly on Rafe’s features.

“Why are you taking care of me, Y/N?” Rafe’s voice was back to being rough edges and unsaid feelings. “Why aren’t you with JJ?” That was the first time that Rafe hadn’t called JJ by his last name, and it just slipped out. Rafe was only ever this soft with two people, and you were now one of them. You wanted to know why. You wanted to know everything. Admittedly though Rafe did have a point, one you had been trying to ignore. Your phone had blown up after the fight from the other pogues. Pope disagreed heavily on you not showing up to the Chateau. But out of all of them, Kie understood the most, and thought it was best you stayed away for a bit. At first hearing this, your heart sank into that little puddle in your gut, but you figured it was for the best. 

You ignored his question, “Why’d you get in the fight, Rafe?”

Rafe didn’t try to excuse his actions, or even imply that JJ threw the first punch, he just shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“What?” A freezing blow struck your heart at his answer, and you figured it was because maybe he didn’t care. But then-

“I want you to like me.” Rafe looked at you, breathing so evenly it was like no fight had occurred. He grabbed your hand and eased you to the gauze down on the counter next to him. “Not Maybank. Not the Heyward kid. Not John B. Me. Okay? You want no other kooks in your life? Fine, Y/N. Whatever. But have me. For fucks sake, you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. But I saw him push you down and I just- I wanted you perfect and safe and away from anyone who could take you away from me. I heard what he said. And I don’t care about love. I don’t. I want you to just like me. And tonight, I showed you the real me and you're still here. So I'm just confused."

“Little mushy there, Cameron. Almost forgot it was you talking.”

“Y/N, please.”

Then you kissed him, and it was worth a mess of a life. Just for that moment, maybe. But it was worth it. Some answers don’t need words.

There was no concern about the parents or the friends or having shown up at the Island Club for all to see. There were just the two of you. Rafe, bloody from another fight and yet sober and clean and happy to be with you. And you, you had a lot of feelings. But for now, liking Rafe was enough.

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what about hetalia main 8 react to walking in on you changing or something? u dont have to do it if u dont want to ofc and it doesnt have to have any actual nsfw stuff

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Walking in on you changing!

(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N ohohohoOHOHOHO,,,,,,.,. <- sorry what who was that guy haha im normal im so normal about this

Trigger Warning: Kind of suggestive content, but NOT NSFW!!! Swearing. Fem nickname used one, fem descriptor used once.

“Babe, I was wondering-” Alfred said as he opened the door to your bedroom,

“WAIT- WAIT!” You yelp in response, running to stop the door.

Upon hearing your cry, he looks up from his phone. Then, he freezes in place, his eyes wide as saucers. Awkwardly, he tries to sputter out some kind of response, doing nothing but making extremely intense eye contact with you.

Until he breaks, his eyes darting down to your partially unclothed body for no more than a second.

“ALFRED!”

“You look absolutely smoking, I gotta say-” he says, trying to hold back giggles before you growl loudly in response.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He yells back, frantically backing out of the doorway. You run forward, slamming the door in his face. With your back against the door, you breathe a sigh of relief before he begins knocking on the door.

“W-Wait, I had something to show you!”

“You lost the privilege to see me!”“Aw, man…” You hear Alfred say as he walks away, probably pouting like a little kid.

“Darling, are you done yet?”  Arthur asks, rapping his knuckles against the door.

“Arthur-” You start to respond, before he begins opening the door, “WAIT!”

You run to the bed, trying to grab a blanket to cover yourself with. But all that really did was leave you in perfect view, only wearing your undergarments. You jerked awkwardly to look at the door, only to see Arthur there, frozen in shock.

His mouth agape, his face flushed, and his eyes firmly locked onto your body. Your heart dropped.

“Wh-what the hell?!” You yell, to no response. Heat rises to your cheeks as you see his hungry eyes still not leaving your form.

“ARTHUR!”

“Huh?” He responds, clearly not paying attention to what you said.

“GET OUT!” 

“Hold on, wha-what?” He finally comes to, looking up into your eyes. Clearly, he still wasn’t listening.

“I said to GET OUT! I’m changing for fuck’s sake!” Your voice filled with anger.

“Right. Right, yes. I’m- I’ll do that.” He looks at you with a scared expression, backing out of the room awkwardly.

“I-I’m sorry for staring, love!” You hear him yell through the door moments later, clearly panicked.

“Shut it, perv!”

Before you could even react, Francis burst into your room. You froze, still in the process of taking off your shirt.

“My love!” He gestures dramatically, his eyes closed for effect, “I ju- oh.”

When he lays eyes on your body, his face drops. You just stared into his eyes awkwardly, as his expression changes to a wide smile.

“Well, aren’t you such an attractive little thing!” he remarks, slowing walking towards you.

“F-Francis!” You shoot back in disbelief,

“What? It’s just your body!”

“Y-YEAH! Get out already!”

“Come on, I’m not judging you!” He tries to lay a hand on your waist, before you push him away.

“Francis, for fuck’s sake!”

“Oh, alright! If it bothers you that much…” He looks disappointed as he turns away, exiting your room. You sigh exasperatedly before you’re interrupted by him peaking him head back in quickly. Although at least this time, his eyes are closed.

“Don’t be ashamed of your body, Y/N!”

“I told you to get out!”

“And I’m telling you I just finished dinner!”

“Coming in!” Yao announces, not waiting for a response before he opens the door to your bedroom.

“ONE MINUTE! W-WAIT!” You try to stop him, running to grab the door handle. But you stop just in time to come up to him, nearly touching noses. His eyes widen for a second in surprise, before returning to his usual distant stare.

With that stare, he slowly looked you up and down. Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you began to blush, at a loss for words.

“Cute,” he remarks simply, returning to look you in your bewildered eyes.

“Anyway. Your show is about to be on. Don’t take too long,” he says before shutting the door, still with a relatively blank expression. Leaving you there, wearing next to nothing, still wildly flushed.

What the hell was that?

Before you could even react, you heard your bedroom door opening from behind you. You struggled to turn around, your pants bunched around your legs. But before you could see who it was, you heard a loud familiar yelp.

In only a few seconds, you saw Ivan slap his hands over his face, clearly blushing bright red.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything!” He stuttered out, frantically exiting the room. Barely even giving you time to process the exchange.

-

“Ivan?” You ask quietly from behind him, causing him to jump in surprise.

“Y-yes?” He turns around to face you, but he desperately searches for anything in the room to look at.

“You don’t have to be so embarrassed, you know.”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t- I promise-”

“It’s fine!”

“N-no! I do not want to make you uncomfortable!” He pleads as you place a hand gently on his arm.

“We’re dating, it’s awkward but it’s fine, promise.”

“If… if you say so.” He relaxes slightly.

“Now can we move on?”“Yes! But-but… um… one thing.  You’re… really pretty.” Ivan says, taking your hand in his, still blushing.

“Belllaaaaaa~” Feliciano calls, bursting into your room without even a second’s warning. And because of that absence of warning, he was immediately greeted with the sight of you, with absolutely no semblance of a top on.

As you spun around to yell at him, he immediately ran up to you. Taking your hands in his like he had done absolutely nothing wrong, he smiled.

“You look so absolutely perfect today!” He gushes, tucking a hair behind your ear as you lean away from him in surprise.

“F-Feliciano?!”  You struggle to sputter out.

“What? What is it, my love?”

“I- Uh, wh-what?” You stutter in disbelief.

“Huh?”

“Get out! I’m changing! Can’t you see that?!”

“Yeah, but why does that matter?” He cocks his head to the side questioningly.

“Get out!”

“But bella-”

“Feliciano!” You yell. His face drops, looking like a kicked puppy. He starts walking towards the door, before turning to face you again.

“Can’t I see you like that?”

“NOT NOW!”

“F-Fine!” He responds as shuffles awkwardly out the door.

“Can I come in?” Ludwig asks as he knocks on your bedroom door.

“W-Wait!” 

“Alright, so-” he continues, opening the door to see you, with only a pair of sweatpants on. 

As you yell in surprise, he yells back, just as loud. Immediately, his face flushes and he slaps his hand over his eyes. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, Y/N!” His voice strains.

“I told you to wait!”

“I didn’t hear!  I t-thought you were done!”

“HOW?!”

“I’m sorry!” Ludwig yells, clearly incredibly embarrassed as his face continues to grow more red. He fumbles behind him with one hand, trying to open the door while his other hand is still clasped over his eyes.

“I only saw for a second! I promise!”

You groan, “A little more to the left,”

He finally grasps the door handle, desperately opening the door and running out.

“Dear, I promise I didn’t mean to!” He yells through the door.

“I GOT THAT!”

You shot around, mid-taking off your pants, as you heard your door knob turn. 

“Hold o-” Before you could even tell him to wait, Kiku opened the door, just to see you barely clothed. With no sound between you, he froze, his eyes wide as he looked you up and down.

“I…  um-” you start to say before he slowly backs out of the doorway, his eyes still locked on your body. His face was flush, nearly as red as a tomato, yet he said absolutely nothing as he left the room. 

-

“You want to talk about you walking in on me?” You ask, sitting down next to him hours later. The moment you bring it up, his face turns red once again and he begins sitting awkwardly.

“I’m very, very sorry.” He responds quietly, bringing his book up closer to his face. 

“I- it’s ok… but do you not knock usually?”

“I didn’t think you were doing anything…”

“Well, I was, so from now on…  please knock.” He nods slowly, still not looking you in the eyes. 

He pauses for a few seconds, “You look very nice…”

“KIKU!”

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[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

FOUR

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.

THREE FIVE

You had a date with two men, two men who stood you up, didn't even bother to send a smoke signal to cancel everything. The worst part is that you got all dressed up, put on a nice dress and everything. How infuriating. And just as you're about to lie down on the bed and turn on the TV to try to forget the pathetic situation you find yourself in, someone knocks on your door.

"So, the idiot here and I are going to the bar on the other side of the forest to have some beers. As uninteresting as you may seem, it's worth giving you a chance to at least do something fun. What do you think?" Bellatrix asks as she leans abruptly against the corridor wall. Peter is standing beside her, looking uncomfortable at being called an idiot but much more focused on looking at you as if he wants to uncover your secrets.

"I think that's a rather rude way to ask someone if they want to go have a beer with you, but at the moment, my options are either to go with you or put on my pajamas, and I think it's worth giving you guys a chance." You say, grabbing your bag and then locking the door to your room. When you turn around, Peter looks at you as if you were some kind of different creature. A look that seems to mix curiosity with a sort of dread.

"Deep down, I know you want to go out with us because you don't want to be in the middle of what's going on between Remus and Sirius. Believe me, I know how you feel. Hogwarts doesn't offer many options for relationships, so sometimes I tried to have something casual with Remus or even with my boring cousin, but Sirius is simply… nothing is more important to those two than their relationship. So my advice is to stay away from them. Or at least don't have feelings for them. But if you do, be prepared." Bellatrix speaks as if she just wants to gossip about something or influence you even a little bit. You, who are walking beside her while Peter walks ahead of the two, don't know what to think. After all, you're a stranger. You can't demand anything from anyone.

"Danger, danger is all you'll get with Lupin. If you survive, you'll come out marked forever." Peter turns to you and says this. His body language seems to indicate that he's nervous, as if he's warning you of an impending attack. Bellatrix looks at him with a disapproving and almost furious look. You don't understand anything, but something inside you tells you to be more cautious.

"What Peter means is that getting involved with Remus can be dangerous, but not in a real sense. More like a romantic danger. You know how love triangles are, and if you manage to win one of them over, you'll have to deal with the other. But our friend Peter here is a bit too dramatic. He's a literature professor and has lost track of what's fiction and what's reality. Stay at Hogwarts for longer, and maybe you'll end up like that too." Bellatrix speaks as if she's trying to convince you of something, and you admit that she could easily persuade you to believe her, but something in you said that Peter wasn't exaggerating.

"My intention is not to meddle in the relationship between Black and Lupin. In fact, I don't even know how that relationship works. I just happened to meet them by chance and get closer." You speak as you walk through the forest. You look up, unable to see the moon and wondering if tonight you would see the hairy creature again. For a moment, you even think it could be a plan of Bellatrix and Peter to bring you into the middle of the forest and get rid of you, but then you start to think that you're being a bit paranoid. After all, why would they want to get rid of you?

"And finally, we've arrived at the quaintest local bar you'll find around here. I'll warn you upfront that not all patrons are good folks, but the beer is good and it's our only option." Bellatrix informs you as the three of you enter the establishment. The design of the place is cozy and simple, like Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother's house. There's a fireplace right at the entrance, near an old and somewhat tattered-looking sofa. Some people are sitting on the sofa, drinking, while others are standing. Most are just having drinks and chatting. Others are smoking while playing pool in a part of the bar that seems to have a door. You imagine it must be the exit.

"I'll have a beer. Actually, make that two beers." You tell the bartender. He's an incredibly tall man with a long beard and hair. Despite not being sure if he heard your order, he nods. Bellatrix is placing her order while Peter seems to have gone to the restroom. He's so quiet, he could be mistaken for a mouse sneaking around.

"Would you like to dance?" Bellatrix asks as she grabs her drink. The bartender apparently didn't hear you, as he passed you a glass of whiskey and then went to serve another customer. You wonder how she plans to dance without music until you see a jukebox near where the smokers are. Bellatrix promptly goes over there and selects a song. "Kill of the Night" is the song she chooses, and she starts dancing with a certain rhythm towards you. You take your whiskey shot and then take Bellatrix's hand as you try to keep up with her pace. It's a dance that mainly involves the feet and hips. You're not the most coordinated person in the world, but you manage to keep up with her, even though she's holding a bottle of beer while dancing.

"Thank you for inviting me to come here. It was kind of you." You say as you're close to her. Then she pulls you closer and gives you a small kiss on the corner of your mouth, catching you by surprise. You quickly push her away, not quite understanding. Not that she isn't attractive, but you just met her. Well, not that you're a prude.

"If you're interested in spending more time with more fun people, now you know where to find me." Bellatrix winks in your direction and heads towards where Peter went. You're not quite sure what to do, but suddenly you feel short of breath. You then head towards the exit of the bar. Bad idea. The more you walk in the same direction you came from, the more you feel lost. Going back would be an option, but you're a bit embarrassed. So you walk even further until you see someone approaching you at some speed. You clench your fists in a defensive position, preparing yourself. When you feel the person's body collide with yours, and you both roll into the forest. You get lost in the moment, feeling some rocks and branches touching your skin as you and the person roll on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill us both?" You say as soon as you stop rolling after hitting a tree. Your body already shows signs of feeling the impact, but your anger speaks louder. Especially when you realize who it is. Sirius, who is currently positioned right on top of you, says nothing. He just lightly presses his fingers over your mouth and shushes you. His hand smells nice, like vanilla. But you're itching to kick him where it would hurt most and get him off of you. Then you hear a loud, pained howl, as if from a wounded animal. You also notice that Sirius's arm is injured. And it's like a puzzle assembling itself right in front of you.

"Where's Lupin?" You ask, concerned. Sirius looks at you with a serious expression as if he's annoyed that you didn't shut up.

"I'd like to explain, but it'll be better if we stay quiet." Sirius says, almost against your mouth due to how close he is. You stare at him, feeling his blood touch your skin. He's losing a lot of blood. You need to help him.

"I'll distract whatever's coming. You try to find someone to help you. Don't try to be a hero. You'll die if you keep bleeding like this. Just run in a different direction from mine and try to stay alive." You say, gently pushing Sirius's body off of you and then figuring out how to get the creature's attention. Your only option was to do what the creature does best. So you let out a loud howl, trying to mimic the creature's noise. Soon, the sounds of the creature approaching can be heard. Sirius must have noticed that you were truly determined to attract the creature's attention, because he disappeared once you howled. You then started running as if your life depended on it. But before you left, you grabbed a branch. Your feet pound the ground at an unprecedented speed as you flee from the creature. But it's not enough, as somehow the shaggy creature appears in front of you. You have no doubt it's a werewolf. And the creature looks at you as if it knows who you are. It moves as if it's about to come towards you, and you grip the branch as if to attack the creature. And then it occurs to you that perhaps you can speak to the werewolf, especially if it's who you suspect it is.

"Remus, don't make me attack you. I… don't know you as well as I'd like, but I don't want to hurt you. I know. Deep down, you know it too. You don't want to hurt me, just like you didn't want to hurt Sirius. Just try to stay calm. I know it might seem silly, but focus on what's around you. Your home is nearby. Where your students study. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Luna, and many others. They need you." You speak, trying to appeal to the human inside the creature. And for a few seconds, you think you succeeded, until you hear footsteps that distract both you and the creature. And just when it seems like the werewolf is going to attack you, you see four small bodies throwing stones at it. You can bet that Potter, Granger, Weasley, and Malfoy are the students daring enough to venture out of Hogwarts at this hour. Even though Draco might have only come with them because Harry did. You don't have time to think. When you realize that your students might be in danger, you throw your entire body against the werewolf's. You close your eyes tightly to avoid seeing the damage, but you manage to bring the creature down, causing both of you to fall near a stream. Or something like it; you can only hear the sound of water as you begin to lose consciousness.

When dawn breaks, you're unsure if you're alive or how you survived. All you know is that your body is racked with pain. Looking around, you realize that yesterday's events weren't just a dream. Your eyes settle on another person nearby. Despite feeling a bit dizzy, you muster the determination to get up and confirm what you already suspected. The naked man lying unconscious by the stream is Lupin. He's covered in bruises and has a cut near his mouth. So, Remus Lupin is a werewolf, and last night he nearly caused quite a problem. And to top it all off, you'll need to figure out how to carry him somewhere.

To be continued...

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[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 2

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning(s): underage drinking ; recreational drug use

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Fluorescent lights of all types of colors dance across the entire room while the sound of music and the beating bass invades my whole senses, making my body move on time to the beat. I open my eyes and see the smoke that permeates the heavy air, giving my dazed eyes an illusion of surreal surroundings.

I feel a pair of hands lightly place themselves on my hips as they gently guide my swaying body around, making the back of my body face their front. I lean my back against my assailant’s chest and give a lazy smile when I see that it’s just Clyde matching my rhythm.

He’s shielding me from the other bodies crowding this makeshift dance floor and unbeknownst to me, warding off the wandering eyes that the occasional stranger has on my dancing form. He deters any motivation from others that have the courage to try to approach.

I turn my head to face forward as my eyes adjust to my boys leaning against the wall in front of me, casually watching the display in front of them from time to time. Red solo cups filled with alcohol adorn their hands and if not that, cans of hard seltzers or beers are in its place. Or in Cartman’s case, a plate loaded with food, provided by the party’s hosts.

The guys converse with one another but I often catch Kenny and Craig’s lingering gazes. I giggle and take the hands of Butters to pull him from the wall and join us. Our newcomer and I sing along to the lyrics of the song currently playing to each other in jest, our faces close and our smiles grow wider. I playfully mouth some lyrics to the other two and point at them. Craig smirks and throws the middle finger at me whenever I do, but Kenny will point back at me and dramatically belt the song.

We found ourselves attending our first party of sophomore year together by a host that I’ve yet to personally meet or know and it isn’t until a couple of more songs in that I see my girl friends for the first time of the night: the cheerleaders.

“We’re borrowing her!” Bebe loudly declares as she makes her way over to me, the girls following close behind her as the busty blonde tries to tug on the crook of my arm.

Craig steps in, “The fuck? No. We need to keep an eye on her.”

“Bitches aren’t to be trusted, especially you skanks. We don’t need you taking advantage of Y/N and turning her into a lesbo or something!” Cartman proclaims around a full mouth of food. They dodge his grease-stained hands in disgust when he tries to swat the girls away.

“Y/N!” Red pouts at me in indignation as Clyde tightens an arm around the front of my stomach for additional security.

I copy Red’s expression, “Just go play beer pong or something! I promise I’ll be fine, you all made sure my phone was fully charged before we left, right?”

My brother just furrows his brows in distrust even more when he spots Wendy, pursing his lips.

“Please, bro? I wanna party with some girls.” I try to max out my charm and pull out the puppy dog eyes, making grabby hands at the cheerleaders.

Kyle looks between the Marsh siblings and sighs, “Just let her, dude. At least she’ll be with people we know. She’s in the same house as us so we can always check up on her.”

“Yeah, but what if we can’t get to her fast enough if something does happen?” Kenny reasons with his arms crossed, not liking the idea.

I puff out my cheeks in anger at the fact that the normally laidback blonde isn’t coming to my defense. When he spots the face I’m making, he offers me his charming smile and playfully pokes one of my cheeks.

“Sorry, babe. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s these hormone driven boys that I don’t trust. Mixed with alcohol too? You’re just too cute for anyone to resist.”

I maintain my indignation at him so he continues, “You know I love you, yeah beautiful? I just want you to be safe.” His finger poking turns into him caressing my cheek, softly running his thumb over the area to soothe me.

My cheeks deflate because I can understand where the blonde was coming from. It’s still hard to be happy, but I know that they just care.

”God, you’re a fucking simp. You’re all simps. Grow some fucking balls. She doesn’t need you to baby her all the damn time,” Cartman mimes himself fake vomiting and for once, I agree with the lard ass.

“You guys shelter her from others too much, it’s why she turned out to be such a lame-o pussy.” Yeah, never mind.

Kyle and Stan have a silent conversation using their eyes before he relents and sighs.

“YAAAY! I love you, Ky! Thank you!” I giggle as I break out of Clyde’s hold to hug the teen. He grumbles a small whatever before ruffling my hair.

He doesn’t find the suggestion appealing either but knows that it’d be best to grant full trust and permission lest the younger Marsh does it unsafely behind their backs. He feels like a parent at this very moment. God, you and Ike make him feel so old.

The girls giggle as we hold onto each other's hands to create a human chain, making it easier to navigate through the swarm of sweaty teens. We steal a bottle of booze from the kitchen and smuggle it to an unoccupied bedroom on the second floor.

Fixing their varying states onto either the bed or on the floor in a makeshift circle, we leisurely pass the bottle of alcohol around and catch up on the night’s activities. My back leans against the bed from my position on the floor, giving my body much needed rest from dancing.

“God, they’re so overprotective. Who do they think they are?” The girls complain. I just shrug in response as it’s something I’ve known all my life. I don’t think much of it since I’m used to it and I know that their intentions are good.

“Why don’t we get them back using their precious Y/N?” Bebe deviously proposes and I quirk an eyebrow.

Red giggles, draping her arms around my shoulders from behind me on her spot on the bed.

“Ever done anything with a girl, Y/N?” She coos sweetly to me, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

The intimate gesture makes both me and Wendy blush for some reason and I giggle, “Nooo. I’m literally always with the guys. I’ve actually never had time to explore with others or experiment.”

I’m embarrassed as I admit this but the alcohol throws away all my inhibitions and loosens my lips.

“Really?” Heidi exclaims but all the other girls are equally surprised.

“How selfish! Truly, truly selfish. You’re so pretty, Y/N. Not even with a boy?” Bebe demands in anger for me, yet she also mourns for the missed opportunities and fun the boys prevented me from.

I shake my head, the answer is still the same and I can’t tell if the heat on my face is from the alcohol or embarrassment.

“I mean, I’ve shared a peck on the lips with Butters when we were kids..? We were playing wedding and the boys got really angry at him.” I laugh fondly at the memory, remembering a time of simplicity and innocence (on the blonde’s part).

‘Divorce! DIVOOORCE!’ Clyde screeches as he chucks the stuffed toy wedding guests at the blonde, with Stan trying to yank the ring pop off of his finger.

Once he gets the piece of plastic off, he throws it onto the backyard floor with all the might an 8 year old can muster and the other boys waste no time in jumping on the offending object, stomping on it with their shoes.

“Other than that, kisses have always been of the platonic sort, I guess? It’s not unusual for them to comfort me with a kiss on the forehead or to the side of the head or something. Or for them to say goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek.”

“Not even from… Kenny..? Or Craig?” Wendy furrows her brows and stares at the rug below her legs at Heidi’s gentle prodding, fiddling with the tufts of yarn beneath her fingers. I give them a confused expression.

“Y/N…” They look at one another, “Haven’t you noticed that yeah, the boys are overprotective when it comes to you. But when it comes to Kenny and Craig, it’s different?” I slowly shake my head at Red’s carefully provided words in confusion.

“We’ve noticed that when it's them two, the other is quick to get real defensive about the other. But not like when it’s with the rest of the boys. Kind of like the other is a… threat? Because they know that with the other guys, they’re just playing around?” Bebe tries to find the right choice of words to explain.

“I mean, I don’t think I have?” I offer, trailing the last word in thought. The alcohol is def not helping.

“Have you ever thought that if one of the guys did harbor any romantic feelings for you, that your brother would have deterred them? Possibly putting you off limits when you were kids?”

“Yeah, they probably can’t act on it. And if they did, I don’t think they would want to jeopardize not only your relationship with them, but with your brothers and all of the guys.” Heidi offers to the conversation while I stay quiet as I think.

“Actually, forget about that. What about you, babe? Have you ever developed a crush on any of them?”

I ponder at Bebe’s words.

Have I?

I mean, I’m not blind. I know that they’re all good looking, even Cartman. And I’m not stupid. I know that others find them attractive, both girls and boys alike. The boys have always been cute as kids but puberty smacked the whole group like a fucking freight train: me, my brother, and my friends. Admittedly, the guys were borderline gods now.

“Ah, forget that for now! Why don’t we rile the boys up with some pictures, hm?” Red tries to divert my attention when the girls notice me getting carried away with my thoughts.

They don’t mean to push me at a party that's meant for fun. The girls just wanted to give me a little nudge in the right direction and I’m thankful that they care about me enough to bring it up.

Bebe pulls my legs, bringing my whole body forward so that Red can squeeze in between the bed and my form. They giggle as Red wraps her arms around my waist from behind me—Wendy seems to be the only one on the same boat as me, the both of us blushing further at the girls having fun.

“Is this okay?” Red sweetly asks me, and I’m once again reminded of the tingly feeling that I got when she spoke closely to my ear the last time. She continues to giggle and the puffs of air that hit my ear increases this sensation tenfold, but I just shyly nod my head in response.

Heidi carefully fits her body in between my legs and reaches out to grab the both of my hands with hers, gently interlocking our fingers together. I notice how soft her hands are compared to that of the guys which are much bigger and rougher.

She gently inches her face closer to mine with a smile and whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

Wisps of air come out after each word and they tickle my parted lips. As if I was in a trance, I slowly nod my head as I maintain eye contact with the tantalizing sight in front of me. When the gap between the two of us slowly closes, I softly shut my eyes until I feel plush lips against my own.

At the same time, I feel Red instinctively tighten her arms around me as she lightly nibbles on my ear. I start to feel overwhelmed at everything I’m feeling until I hear the shutter of a camera, signaling the release that both of the girls have on me.

Everyone watches me in anticipation of my opinion and what tumbles out of my mouth is a breathy, “Uh, wow. That was. Wow. Strawberry, Heidi?,” in reference to the lipgloss I got a taste of.

The girls take in my disheveled appearance and the permanent blush now embedded onto my cheeks and giggle in success. Heidi winks at me and Wendy lowers the phone she used to capture the moment even more in relief to the positive experience I just had.

“You like?” Bebe slowly asks me, despite them knowing my answer. All I can do is nod back.

“Good!” The blonde continues, before she replaces the spot Heidi was just in, “Because it’s my turn!” She sings.  

Much like Heidi, she grabs both of our hands and interlocks our fingers together. However, instead of placing our intertwined digits onto my lap, she guides them onto either side of my head. Slowly pushing me down with this new position, the top of my body leans against the bed at an angle and a little lower than if I were to properly sit against it due to the space Red left.

“Ever wonder what it’s like to get a hickey?” Bebe sweetly asks, her face close enough to mine that I can’t see anything but blonde beauty. She hasn’t even done anything yet and I’m already so mesmerized.

“Ah!” I exclaim, surprised at how we went from kissing to this.

“I can give you one if you want. But only if you want.” Bebe smiles at me in reassurance, “It’d be funny if we not only gave them pictures, but a physical reminder too. We can also do something else if you’re not comfortable with it!”

“I-” I start off, but the feeling of shyness overcomes me and I just close my eyes and expose the length of my neck in excitement and consent.

I jolt when I feel her lick a long stripe of skin on my neck, softly blowing onto the area after it's wet. This makes me feel extra sensitive, goosebumps dancing along my arms at the heightened sensation. She giggles against the crook of my neck before latching her lips onto me.

I feel hyper aware of everything she's doing: the light suction of her mouth, the scraping of her teeth against soft flesh, and the tongue she swipes and caresses over the abused spot to soothe the attack. I squeeze our hands together from her ministrations and I’m overwhelmed by the sweet scent of her perfume.

When she softly lets go and pulls away, I look around in a daze at their giggling. I didn’t even notice when they took the picture and my cheeks begin to flush a deep red at my hyperfocus.

A whistle interrupts my thoughts, “Goddamn, Bebe. You fucking whore!” Red says before throwing her arms around the blonde, their laughter filling the air.

I need more alcohol, I think to myself as I fan my face in a futile attempt to cool it down.

Wendy shyly hands me my phone when a voice interrupts the interaction, “Want a turn, Wendy?” Bebe teases as the ravenette gets flustered with stuttered words escaping her lips.

“Nevermind that! G-g-give me your phone, Y/N.” Wendy derails getting put on the spot as I unlock my phone, open up my group chat with the boys, and give it to her. We all crowd around her in anticipation.

GROUP CHAT (EVERYONE)

Kyley-B (Kyle): I don’t know, man. I think you need to get that thing checked out by a doctor…

PimpDaddy (Butters): aw geez, you really think so fellas?

N/N: (photo of Heidi holding my hands and kissing me while Red hugs me from behind and nibbles on my ear)

N/N: (photo of Bebe pinning me against the bed with her head shoved into the crook of my neck)

N/N: hehe :P

theBard (Jimmy): woah

PimpDaddy (Butters): whaaa?

Feldspar (Craig): dude.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): see, while i’d usually be down for this type of shit

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): it’s not funny when it’s my girl

Feldspar (Craig): fuck off

Feldspar (Craig): your girl? please.

CoffeeEE (Tweek): sto oop fight tingG!!! !!

Kyley-B (Kyle): I agree, cast your stupid rivalry aside for just one second.

Kyley-B (Kyle): We need to find her so use your energy on that, instead of on dumb shit.

Feldspar (Craig): (middle finger emoji)

HighElf (Clyde): BESTIE!!! T—T

Raven (Stan): GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Raven (Stan): where the HELL are you?!

Raven (Stan): this better be consensual or i swear to fucking god

Raven (Stan): IDGAF if your “friends” are girls

PimpDaddy (Butters): yeah!

PimpDaddy (Butters): our fists know no gender! >:(

The girls laugh and shove the phone in my hands so I can reply.

N/N: wat r yuu So ma d abOut ?  ??

Yeah.. Perhaps I’m a teensy bit drunk after I took a fatass swig from the bottle after Bebe’s little demonstration.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Y/N, the guys are freaking out.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Where are you?

Kyley-B (Kyle): … Please reply.

N/N: odmouuygccnedx

Feldspar (Craig): i swear to fucking god.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): c'mon babe, i love you but use your words

CoffeeEE (Tweek): i doo on t thi nk sh ee can te xt

RadRussian (Cartman): I TOLD YOU THEY’D FORCE THEIR LESBO ACTIVITIES ON HER

RadRussian (Cartman): BITCHES NEVER CHANGE

HighElf (Clyde): is now a bad time to say that i’m jealous..?

HighElf (Clyde): shit’s hot af

Kyley-B (Kyle): Dude.

HighElf (Clyde): what? i’m just saying what we’re all thinking

HighElf (Clyde): i know a pitched tent when i see one

“Hmm.. Lackluster replies but I think it’s because they’re trying to find you,” Wendy remarks before the door slams open. To our surprise, it’s not one of the boys but none other than sir Douchebag himself: Dovahkiin.

“Dude! Fucking rude!” Bebe yelps, crossing her arms at the sudden intrusion, “What if we were fucking in here?!”

Dovahkiin wastes no time in helping me stand up and gently guiding me out of the room.

“Ah—wait!” The girls exclaim, trying to grab me back but I’m lost in thought. Pitched tent..? A boner from that? Huh.

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After abruptly leaving the girls, I got stuck all by my lonesome wandering the house. Dovahkiin got whisked away by his many followers and through the throngs of teenage ecstasy, we got separated. Seen without the boys for the first time by the student population, they waste no time in taking advantage of the opportunity and casting me away to join them.

This is how I found myself watching a boy partake in taking a body shot off of a girl, her belly button piercing sparkling under the glow of neon lights from the mixture of saliva and alcohol. I’m somehow made the center of attention as the surrounding crowd pushes me to try it out.

A blonde girl that I’ve come to now know as the host of the party, precious and sweet Annie Knitts, gently guides me to lay my body flat against the hard table. Cheering and playful hooting is heard all around us as she lightly sprinkles a trail of salt onto my neck and all of a sudden, I’m drunkenly giggling from both the attention of everyone and the small crystals tickling my body.

I slightly jump, not wanting to disturb what Annie has already laid out when I feel her carefully pouring cold tequila into the valley of my stomach. I wonder in anticipation of who's going to be my partner when I see a shadow steadily begin to dwarf my frame, belonging to the figure of a boy in my history class named Pete Thelman.

I’ve never talked to him but he catches my eyes from time to time. He’s quiet in class but when spoken to, is so self-assured in himself in a way that I can only admire from afar. He's confident about his style, the way he carries himself, and the lifestyle he and the other goths lead. His handsome face catches the glow of multicolor lights and I blush in excitement as he places a wedge of lime onto my mouth, the side of his thumb lightly wiping the edge of my lips.

He lazily glances around to the others in the room without speaking to let them know that he’s about to start and I’m nervous when he cages me in with his arms, leaning his body over mine to start his descent on my neck. With the salt, the sensation is much more different than Bebe’s lone tongue and it feels like my body seizes from movement as I unconsciously hold my breath.

The wet appendage does nothing to soothe my hot body, and I’m mesmerized by the touch of the boy in front of me—of the dedication that he has at the task he's currently presented with. He’s tantalizingly slow as his tongue drags across my neck and it feels like all the surrounding noise comes to a standstill while the body’s around me stops. As he’s making delicate work, his large hand comes up and angles my face to gain more access by caressing my cheek.

Once done, he makes quick eye contact to check on my current state before making his way over to the other side of the table. He takes his time with his hands nonchalantly stuffed into his pant's pockets and the anticipation begins to slowly kill me. My legs dangle off the table while he makes himself at home in between my legs.

All of a sudden, muscular hands take hold of either side of my hips, grasping it firmly and pulling my body closer to the edge. I’m no stranger to the male touch but this foreign situation has me feeling exhilarated and I feel like I’m about to combust. Or vomit in the closest sink, the butterflies in my stomach feel like they're about to erupt and they're finding a way out.

My heartbeat picks up when his hands smoothes their thumbs over the expanse of skin that he has access to, eliciting goosebumps. Before I know it, his tongue returns to my body like it’s calling him back home. I feel like I’m dying of thirst as my mouth becomes dry, parched at the sight before me: Pete between my legs, lightly sucking and licking every drop of alcohol.

He takes his time, slow and steady. All the while, he holds eye contact with me, his devoted gaze never breaks apart from mine. A mantra of repeated oh my god's take up my thoughts.

When he makes his last stop to my mouth, I notice that he doesn't look at me as his face slowly covers mine. I look to the side to see what catches the attention of the ever elusive goth and find myself spotting my brother and the guys at the front of the crowd. The flashing lights make it hard to make out their expressions but their clenched fists are tell tale signs of their reactions.

Have they been there the whole time?

Pete smirks at me and before I can swoon, he nips at the lime in my mouth. His plump lips lightly brush against mine, still slightly wet from his previous ministrations. I’m treated by a deep chuckle that rumbles out from the good looking male as my hands unconsciously shoot up to grasp onto a handful of his dress shirt. It doesn't matter that I'm already laying down, I feel overwhelmed and need something to anchor me to this moment. His black and red fringe lightly tickles my cheeks and the side of my lips quirk up.

All too soon, he’s suddenly being yanked up by my brother. Craig pushes his way next to us as Butters slowly helps me lift my body into a sitting position. Craig's face is close to Pete’s as they have a stare off, glaring at each other before the goth rolls his eyes and shoulder checks the tall teen when he walks away.

Craig looks back at me and gently takes my hand, guiding me down onto the floor. My legs wobble from what just occurred, my thoughts running at the new experience of being touched by a male like that for the first time—to be under the male gaze like that for the first time. I grasp onto his arm and hug it close to my chest in a daze, oblivious to frustrated blue eyes watching me.

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After being safely returned to the boys, they spend every second babying me. Figures.

“Come on, Y/N. Drink a little more water.” Kyle presses the lip of the water bottle to my mouth in an attempt to sober me up, his unoccupied arm wrapped around my shoulders. When he gets no response but my stubbornly shaking head, he resorts to the tactic he uses when I’m sick and I won’t take my medicine: guilt tripping.

“Please? For me? Do it for your Ky?” I can’t resist for long when he talks to me like that and before I know it, I cave in and drink as told. Curse Aunt Sheila and Uncle Gerald for their heavenly good genes.

From my other side, Butters consoles me by rubbing my back. “There, there, little buddy. Do you need to lay down for some sleepy night-night?”

”Meh meh meh meh meh.” Cartman mocks the blonde, “Great idea, Butters. Have her sleep it off so that she can throw up and choke on her own vomit when she’s asleep.”

We ignore him as Clyde makes a face, dabbing a wet wash cloth to my stomach in an effort to rid myself of the pungent smell of alcohol. He has a sensitive stomach and does not want to hear any type of shit about vomit. Butters is your type of man if you want someone to accompany you to the bathroom. He's held my hair up plenty of times.

“Are you sure you were okay with what they did to you?” My brother paces in front of me and the other guys in the master bedroom’s bathroom that we’re all seeking refuge in.

“Because if you’re as intoxicated as you are right now, I have a hard time believing that you knew what was going on.” He continues as his hand grasps onto the raven locks on his head and he stresses his words. His party attire doesn't consist of his beloved hat.

“I’m okaaaaay.” I stress the word out for further emphasis, “They kept asking if it was what I wanted and I was down for whatever the babes wanted to do.”

“Y/N, be serious!” I roll my eyes at my brother and his overprotectiveness.

“I am! It’s not like the girls had a dick to stick it in. Be for-fucking-real Stan, it was just a kiss,” I shrug. “Do I need to take you on a visit to PC principal so he can remind you on what consent is?”

“Big talk coming from a virgin who just got her second kiss.” Cartman snarks before Kyle slaps the back of his head in retaliation.

“Aye! What the fuck was that for?! Not my fault she got my sloppy seconds.”

“Dude! Shut the FUCK up!”

My attention to the quarrel gets interrupted when a pair of hands firmly grasps my shoulders, to which I look up to see Kenny. His expression is uncharacteristically serious as he gently holds onto my chin and lifts my face towards him.

“Uh, what the fuck are you doing?” Kyle asks, trying to push the blonde’s hand off of me.

“I’m going to sterilize her with a kiss of my own,” Comes the solemn reply.

“Aw, dude. Fuck off. Please.” Stan furrows his eyebrows and pinches the bridge of his nose.

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After reassuring everyone multiple times that I’m okay and that they can continue to have fun, the boys reluctantly leave me behind with Kenny and Craig, both of them offering to stay back in the bathroom with me.

Smoke wafts out of Craig’s mouth, his hand holding a blunt that Kenny pulled out and lit. He used his yellow lighter, the one I decorated with hello kitty stickers back when we were still in middle school. My eyes are mesmerized by the blondes hands, his long fingers toying with the brightly colored object.

We’re all squished into the bathtub, Craig to my left with his long ass legs hanging out, his back against the cool tiled wall. Similar to the ravenette, my legs dangle out of the bathtub with my back against the same wall, in between the two boys. Kenny, however, opts to position himself perpendicular from us.

His legs are draped across both of our laps instead and he’s able to look at our faces without turning his head from this position. Smoking is a common activity that some of us partake in when we hang out but I’d have to say that both Kenny and Craig are my designated smoking buddies.

The chullo wearing teen nudges my arm in a nonverbal way of asking if I want a hit and I turn to look from the blunt to his relaxed face. I think about what the girls and I talked about earlier. He really is handsome.

Instead of taking it from him, I maintain eye contact with the ravenette as I hit the blunt directly from his hand, his fingers caressing the side of my face from the close proximity my bold actions grant. We both lazily watch each other as I slowly inhale. The blazing embers light up his calm features, the orange hue accentuating the deep blue of his pretty eyes.

Satisfied, I lean back into my original position until Kenny leans over me, his face close to mine. He quirks an eyebrow at me and like Craig, I maintain steady eye contact with the blonde as I slightly part my lips in invitation. Tendrils of smoke slowly pool out of my mouth.

We maintain our eye contact as I lament on how beautiful my friend is. I breathe in his comforting scent and am reminded on how at home he makes me feel. His boyish grin and soft eyes provide me with a solace that I can always count on. The space between us steadily grows smaller as I begin to slowly blow the smoke out of my mouth onto his, Kenny inhaling it from his own parted lips as I shotgun him the smoke.

This intimate moment of silence shared between the three of us engraves itself into my memories, precious and valuable. I hug both of their arms closer to my body, feeling overwhelmed by the happiness I feel right now with them.

The boys share a look over my head.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

I wake up to the slight pounding to the temples of my head and throw my covers off me. I want to sleep in some more but the pain isn’t something that I can ignore without painkillers. That, and my stomach is crying for me to eat something.

I drag my feet to the bathroom with my eyes half closed due to sleepiness and the bright sun. Brushing my teeth and lazily scratching at my side, I notice that my makeup from last night got properly taken off. My parents are out of town this weekend and aren’t due back until tomorrow so it couldn’t have been my mom. Did my brother take it off for me..? Oh wait.

Ditching the rest of the party, the guys and I decide to sober up by walking out into the cold night air to the nearest 24-hour diner. After stuffing our faces with shitty breakfast food, I find myself in the bathroom back at home facing away from the sink but leaning my weight against the counter.

Kenny is propped up behind me, my body caged in between his legs. He softly hums to himself as he pins my hair away from my face with the various cute clips he finds in my cabinet. When he’s satisfied, the blonde shifts to wrap his arms around me.

To my front, Craig begins to gently massage the cleansing oil to get rid of all my makeup. When he’s done and everything is a mixed up, gray blob on my face, I open my eyes and stare at him as he inspects me to see that he got everything. Satisfied, he makes eye contact with me again and snickers a nasally ‘cute’ before guiding me to wash my face.

The last thing I remember are soft kisses pressed to my head as darkness envelopes me. Sleep gently carries me as I hear muffled laughter from the other room.

I slowly but surely get myself downstairs with my half closed, sleep-filled eyes and hear low mumbling.

Damn, Stan’s already awake..? After how much he drank last night? Probably eating breakfast with the television on.

The smell of coffee permeates all of downstairs so I robotically take myself to the kitchen for a much needed pick-me-up. I don’t need to fully open my eyes to see where I’m going, having lived in this house all of my life. The mumbling stops as I run on auto-pilot, grabbing a mug on my way to heft myself up onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee maker.

As I begin to wake up more from the caffeine, I happily kick my dangling feet back and forth from the height. Opening my eyes, however, I see that all the guys are seated at the dining table that's in the kitchen. All watching me in varying states of deepening red cheeks, slightly agape mouths, and embarrassment.

Oh. They were probably too inebriated to make the separate journeys home and crashed the night instead since the folks are out, I think to myself until someone awkwardly clears their throat.

My sleep-addled brain kicks into overdrive to catch up with the situation and when it finally clicks, I look down to see myself in just an oversized band shirt and my underwear. My go-to pajama fit.

The edge of my makeshift dress rests high above one of my thighs from carelessly throwing myself onto the counter, exposing my lack of a pajama bottom. A flash of soft skin and lacy black reaches my eyes.

My head shoots up to look at the guys in panic, but I notice that my brother is instead, focused on a spot higher up. I look hastily back down, frantically scanning my body until I realize.

They can also see the angry red of the hickey Bebe gave me last night.

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #lalawrites

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Hiiiiiiiii hdisjxksjdj I have 2 ideas for the fic writing request! Feel free to choose whichever one you'd like to do or both! 💝💝💝 love youuu

1: Steve's parents meet his new friends and are shocked at how happy he is. + they see that Steve and his friends all wear a similar-style friendship bracelet made by the kids.

2: platonic stobin with the song lyric (brother by Kodaline: I took out the chorus bc it doesn't match here):

When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

We smoked cigarettes, man, no regrets

Wish I could relive every single word

We've taken different paths

And travelled different roads

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Though we don't share the same blood

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth

We're living different lives

Heaven only knows

If we'll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

Five years, twenty years, come back

It will always be the same

ANOTHA ONE (BUT ACTUALLY TWO)! This first one for some reason got me fucked up. I wrote so much, then 75% of the way through, I hated it and deleted it and started over. The second one was a lot easier, but I did get a little carried away (could have gotten MORE carried away if I didn't have a tiny bit of self control left). ANYWAYS YAY FOR FINISHING ONE OF MY CLASSES WITH A 94 AND BEING ABLE TO POST THESE! LOTS OF LOVE BABEYYYY - Mickala ❤️

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PROMPT 1

“Where is it?”

Steve was panicking.

Okay, panicking might be dramatic.

It was just a bracelet.

But it wasn’t just a bracelet, actually.

El made them for everyone. They all matched, but she’d added everyone’s initials to theirs so it was still special for each of them.

When she gave Steve his, he hid in the bathroom and cried.

Despite being the King for years, he’d never had any friends like the kids and Robin.

Eddie either, but he’d already passed the line of “friends” into “love of his life”, so he didn’t count.

So when he looked down while he was cooking and realized it wasn’t wrapped around his wrist the way it had been for months, he started to worry.

When he couldn’t find it in the kitchen or the path from the kitchen to the car or the car itself or his bedroom or his bathroom, he started to feel a weight settle in his chest.

He wouldn’t give up yet though. He’d gone outside to check the chemicals in the pool this morning, maybe it had fallen off there.

Just when he was about to go look, he heard a car door slam. Then another one. Then keys at the front door.

Of all the times for his parents to decide they live here, they choose now? When he’d abandoned the casserole he was making on the counter and turned most of the place upside down in the last hour looking for his bracelet?

He took a deep breath, ready to try to brush aside the panic to make sure they didn’t find his behavior unacceptable or suspicious.

“Oh good. You’re home.”

Anne Harrington’s voice used to make Steve relax. She wasn’t ever a great mother, but she was at least here until he hit middle school. Her presence, her voice usually made his dad remain calm.

But when she started going away with his dad, her voice became a dreaded sound.

Instead of it easing the tension he held in his back and jaw, it caused the tension to arrive faster.

Richard Harrington was the root cause of all of that tension, though.

“What’s going on in here?”

Steve tried to make himself appear smaller, that’s what his dad liked from him, and that’s what kept him safe.

“You caught me as I was making dinner. I haven’t been able to clean up yet.”

“Is that a casserole?”

Anne was walking up to the counter, peering down at the casserole dish as she spoke.

“Yes. I’m having friends over later.”

He was at least. Before his parents made a surprise visit.

Just as he checked the clock to see if he had time to call everyone to cancel, he heard more car doors.

Fuck, how late was it?

6:30. Shit.

Of course the one time Eddie gets everyone here on time is the one time his parents decide to show up.

El had joined this campaign at the insistence of Eddie and Will, so he knew she’d notice his bracelet was missing.

He couldn’t let her close enough to see.

No hug hello. No sitting in the room while they played. No hugging goodbye.

He could do that.

El barged in the house first, excitement palpable before she even made it into the kitchen.

“Who the hell is this?”

The voices of the others could be heard walking through the door as El froze with wide eyes.

“Mom, Dad, this is El. She’s Chief Hopper’s daughter? I babysat her.”

They looked at him like he’d grown three heads.

“Steve! Tell Dustin that I’m supposed to be the fun parent!”

Steve’s face paled. Eddie.

Every possible reaction his parents could have ran through Steve’s mind as he actually did start to panic.

Suddenly, everyone from Hellfire was standing in his kitchen. With his parents.

And an uncooked casserole.

He reached for the bracelet on his wrist, then remembered he lost it, and then he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. He couldn’t cry in front of his parents.

He walked out of the room, ignoring the confused stares and murmurs from everyone, including his mother.

He walked up the stairs, to his bedroom, then fell on his bed.

No tears fell, but they were there, waiting. For what, he didn’t know.

He could hear footsteps outside of his room. A pause. A gentle knock.

“Steve?”

His mother.

She opened the door slowly, probably just as nervous as he suddenly was.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” he managed to choke out.

His mom sat on the edge of the bed, leaving enough space between them that he couldn’t feel any warmth from her, which is how it’s always been.

“We probably should have called.”

It wasn’t an apology, just a statement. More for her than him since she was feeling just as awkward about this as he was.

“Those kids are the ones you babysat?”

“Yeah.”

“They’ve gotten quite big, haven’t they?”

Steve had no idea what she was doing, but he could answer her questions.

“Yeah. Don’t really need me anymore.”

“They’re here, though.”

“I’ll send them home,” Steve started to get up, but his mom’s hand on his shoulder kept him from standing.

“Don’t. We just dropped by to grab a few things. We have a flight in a few hours.”

Ah. So they weren’t staying. If he hadn’t been home when they got here, he probably never would have even known they were here.

For some reason, that hurt. Even after all these years, all these times being left alone.

“They must really love you.”

Her voice sounded different, shaky. Like she was actually trying to show an emotion other than passiveness or disappointment.

She was holding something, he could see her rubbing her fingers along whatever it was.

And then he caught the bright pink.

His bracelet.

“Where did you find that?”

“It was on the ground by the front door. Your father didn’t see it, but I picked it up. Thought it may have belonged to a girl you brought home. Then I saw what all those kids were wearing and saw your initials on it.” She handed him the bracelet and he felt relief wash over him. “You’re lucky to have them.”

He looked at her. Her lips wobbling, her eyes watery, like she was actually happy for him, or maybe a little sad about something else.

Regret. That’s what that look was.

“I wish I had known that you had so many people who love you. I wish I had been here to see you find happiness. You didn’t have any for so long.”

She’d seen it then. She’d seen the way he had to fight loneliness despite being surrounded by people at school. She’d seen the way his face dropped every time they told him they were going on another business trip, how he started to hate that they even bothered to come home at all. She’d seen the way he filled his home with idiot teenagers who barely respected him or the house, who just wanted a place to drink away from their parent’s prying eyes.

She’d seen it and let him feel that hurt anyway.

She still didn’t say she was sorry.

But he thought about if he even wanted that now. If he could even believe it or accept it coming from her.

Probably not.

He took the bracelet from her and wrapped it around his wrist, tightening the string until it was snug.

“I didn’t have anyone for so long because you didn’t seem to think I needed anyone. I don’t know who I would be without them. They’ve done more for me than you or dad ever have, and that’s why I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” Steve sighed. It was exhausting that he even had to say this. “You’re right, though. I am lucky to be loved by them. This bracelet is just one of the physical reminders of that. Thanks for finding it.”

A single tear fell from her eyes, but Steve wasn’t going to let himself feel bad. She could have done this years ago when he needed it most.

Now he had those kids downstairs. He had Eddie. He had Robin. Joyce and Hopper. Claudia. Even the Wheelers.

Suddenly, Eddie was standing in his door, a panicked look on his face.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” He wasn’t. “You may need to come downstairs. Erica’s kind of doing that thing she does with your dad.”

Steve’s eyes widened while his mom just looked confused.

Then he heard it.

He jumped up and ran down the stairs, Eddie close on his heels.

“...and another thing! This house isn’t even decorated nicely! You have all this money, right? Why don’t you spend it on things that actually look good? Or a couch that’s actually comfy. How am I supposed to sleep on a piece of plywood with itchy fabric on it? Have you ever tried to sleep on that couch? Probably not since you can’t be bothered to come home.”

Steve put his hand on Erica’s shoulder while he glanced over at his father’s red face. He obviously wasn’t going to do anything to a child, but he didn’t want to take any risks, not with the kids he loved so much.

“Alright, everyone in the dining room! Get your game setup while I put the casserole in the oven.”

Erica glared up at him, but relented when everyone started moving towards the dining room.

Eddie watched as she left too, but he remained next to Steve.

Steve turned to face his father, who was certainly going to have a lot to say to him, but would probably wait until he was alone.

“The neighbor told me you had kids coming and going from here all the time, but I thought they were losing it. Especially when they said that the Munson van was parked in the driveway most nights. I guess they aren’t losing it, after all.”

His tone was outwardly calm, but Steve was well-versed in the silent rage boiling underneath.

He was also well-versed in how his father refused to make their family look bad, even if it was just a bunch of kids.

“They needed a place to play their game. I have plenty of room. It keeps them out of trouble and happy. I get to have people in the house. It’s a win win.”

Steve wasn’t usually this bold with his father, but he knew he was fine with Eddie next to him and his family in the next room.

His dad grunted and looked down at the bracelet wrapped around Steve’s wrist, and the matching one wrapped around Eddie’s.

Steve could feel his brain trying to figure everything out. He didn’t say anything to help.

“I’m sure your mother mentioned we’re just grabbing some things and leaving,” Richard finally said.

“She did.”

“Make sure the house is clean before we get back.”

“Which will be…?”

“Within the next few weeks.”

“Sure.”

They weren’t gonna be back in a few weeks. They probably wouldn’t be back for months, if ever.

Steve noticed that they barely had any of their personal belongings left in the house. He noticed that they had been slowly moving out of the house since his senior year of high school. He noticed that they rarely got mail delivered anymore, and that they didn’t send the gardener or pool cleaner by unless they were coming home.

He knew they had another house in upstate New York, one he’d never even been to and only found out about because his dad’s secretary mentioned it the last time he’d called looking for them.

He figured if they were coming back in a few weeks, it would probably be to tell him they were selling this house and he had to leave.

Which was fine.

He looked down at his bracelet as his dad left the kitchen, tugging on the end of it to make it even tighter.

He had people who would help him if he got kicked out. He had family.

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PROMPT 2

In 1987, Robin Buckley leaves for college.

They knew it was coming, her gap year truly could only be a year, after all.

Steve tried to put on a brave face.

He was proud of her, of course. She got into Purdue on one of the hardest academic scholarships to get. They’d let her, even encouraged her, to take the gap year, postponing her scholarship for her new start date.

She was leaving tomorrow and Steve didn’t know how to say goodbye.

Eddie was helping with some of the last minute packing she had to do, but he was trying to stay out of their way, give them time and space to enjoy what time they had left.

Suddenly, Steve knew what he needed to do.

“Eds?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve got supplies for tattoos right?”

“Tattoos, plural? Going from none to multiple in one go may not be a great idea, sweetheart.”

Robin was watching their interaction with curious eyes, but wasn’t saying anything.

“No, just one for me. But maybe one for Robin too?” He pointed the question at her, giving her a small smile.

“What? A tattoo? Now?”

“If you want. Just something small for us to have before you go.”

Maybe it was a stupid idea.

It’s not like she was leaving the damn country. He’d probably see her once a month at least.

But he was scared that she’d get to college and find a lot of smart friends who could keep up with her and find fewer reasons to visit here, and then Steve wouldn’t be able to convince her to stick around and he’d be alone.

A tattoo would at least ensure she was thinking of him, too.

“What would we get?”

“What about an ice cream cone?”

“Or a scoop?”

Eddie laughed. “You really want me to tattoo ice cream scoops on your bodies? Forever? You know these are permanent.”

Steve and Robin giggled together and nodded.

So it was settled.

They finished what they had to, waving a quick goodbye to Robin’s parents and letting them know she’d be back late. They reminded her they were heading out early in the morning and she ignored them. When they got to Eddie’s trailer, the nerves sunk in for both of them. Not enough to avoid getting the tattoos, but enough to make them hold hands while Eddie prepped the tattoo gun and ink for Steve.

“Alright, where do you want it big boy?”

He pointed to his ankle and looked at Robin, who nodded back at him in agreement.

So Eddie began.

Steve flinched at the first few lines in his skin, but got used to it quickly.

Robin held his hand and watched, talking to him about random things that she thought of that they could do when he visited her on campus.

Eddie finished quickly, smiling up at them both.

When he cleaned up and set up the new needle and ink for Robin, Steve held her hand and talked about all the things he was excited for her to do when she left. He even joked that she’d probably find a girlfriend in her Women’s Studies course.

“I mean that class is just gonna be a bunch of queer women, you better make a move.”

“You don’t know that!” she exclaimed while rolling her eyes.

When Robin’s tattoo was done, they smiled at each other. Robin kissed Eddie’s cheek in thanks and Steve kissed his lips, whispering a quiet thanks against them.

Even if Robin moved on, they’d always have this.

—-------

In 1991, shortly after Robin managed to graduate from school, Steve and Eddie had a massive fight.

They’d never had one before, not like this.

Not one that led to Eddie walking out and staying with Wayne.

Steve’s first call was to Wayne, making sure Eddie was safe.

His second call was to Robin, begging her to come stay with him for a few days so he wouldn’t have to be alone.

He hadn’t been alone in his house since the fall of 1986 and it was suddenly bigger and quieter than ever.

She quickly drove to him, knowing he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t struggling.

When she arrived, Steve sobbed into her shoulder for hours, not even saying anything, not really able to. She let him, didn’t offer any words of comfort, just running her hands through his hair and making sure he kept breathing in and out.

Eventually, she asked.

“I thought you guys were doing great. What happened?”

Steve shrugged, but he knew. He knew that for a few weeks now Eddie had been working a lot more, that Steve had been working a lot more, both of them trying to save money to buy a house that wasn’t a constant reminder of everything bad in their lives. He knew that neither of them were giving each other the attention they deserved. He knew the tiny little snippy comments they both were giving each other kept adding up into a form of resentment he didn’t think either of them could’ve been capable of. He knew when he missed their date because he forgot to call when he found out about the overtime he was scheduled for, it would lead to a pissed off Eddie.

“We’re just under a lot of stress right now.”

“Worse than the literal end of the world?”

“No. Just. Real life is kind of harder sometimes. Is that crazy to think?”

“I guess not. But you guys love each other more than anything. This is just a bump, right?”

“I dunno. He’s staying with Wayne for a bit.”

“How long is a bit?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. Wayne said he’s barely seen him.”

“Maybe he just needs to cool off. Bet he’ll be back tomorrow.”

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t back that week at all. Robin had to go back to campus to pack before they locked her out permanently, so he was left to work and come home to an empty house.

It sucked, point blank.

But Wayne called him every night before he left for work, and Steve knew that at least Eddie was safe, still going to work, still eating.

The day Robin was supposed to be back, Eddie showed up. He let himself in, which was a good sign. He sat down next to Steve on the couch, another good sign. He sighed, not a great sign, but maybe not a bad one.

He looked at Steve with tears in his eyes.

“I wanna come home.”

Steve let out a sob and folded into Eddie’s chest, Eddie wrapping his arms around him and kissing the top of his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Sh. I’m sorry too, Stevie.”

When Robin arrived, she saw them asleep on the couch, thankfully fully dressed, and smiled to herself. She made her way up to the guest room that was basically hers and went to sleep, content with knowing that she’d gotten Steve through.

—--------

In 1997, Robin lands her dream job offer. Things move quickly. She’s supposed to fly to Italy in three days, but she’s stuck on how to tell Steve.

Steve and Eddie moved to Boston when she did, insisting that they wanted to live a city life. Now that the kids were all gone, they had no reason to stay in Hawkins.

They sold the Harrington mansion, then their own home, and found a nice two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city. Steve worked in a bakery, so his hours were a bit all over the place depending on the season. Eddie worked as a sound mixer at a record label, which wasn’t his dream job, but close enough that he was happy.

Robin had been working as a tutor for years, enjoying the one on one with teenagers who needed the extra help in their high school foreign language classes. It didn’t pay much, but it was enough.

But she applied to be a teacher, part of a study abroad project for prospective Boston University students that reached 24 different countries. She didn’t really expect to get it, her experience and education level not quite where most of the other applicants were.

But she’d impressed the interviewers with her knowledge of multiple languages, not just fluency in one. They expressed immediate interest and asked her which country she’d prefer.

She told them she preferred Italy, but hadn’t expected to get her first choice.

She did.

And now she had to tell Steve she was leaving the country for at least a year.

She called Eddie first to warn him. He was excited for her, of course, but nervous about how Steve would react.

They frequently joked that she was the side chick in their relationship because Steve would cancel plans just to hang out with Robin. Even as grown adults with grown adult responsibilities, Eddie had to remind them to get some sleep during sleepovers like they were teenagers.

He thought it was adorable.

He told her to come over for dinner, she could talk to him then and he would be there as backup.

So she did.

And it went okay at first. Steve was so excited for her, he kept talking about how she could send real Italian chocolate like he got on a vacation with his parents when he was young.

But then it seemed to slowly sink in what this meant.

No more random meetups in the city for coffee or drinks, no more dinners here at their apartment, calls would have to be scheduled in advance because of the time difference. No hugs or cuddling for a year.

“Maybe we could try to come visit in a few months?” He looked at Eddie hopefully.

“Maybe, sweetheart,” Eddie responded with a small smile.

He knew their finances weren’t bad, but a trip to Italy certainly wasn’t something they were prepared for. Plus, taking that much time off of work would be difficult. They didn’t have another sound mixer right now, which meant if he missed more than a day or two, they’d pretty much have to close up shop.

“I mean, I’m sure with what they’re paying me, I could probably come visit during the Christmas break,” Robin added, though she didn’t sound so sure.

Eddie squeezed Steve’s knee, sensing the tears he was trying to hold back.

“We’ve got time to figure it out.”

Nothing got planned for a while though, because Robin was busier than expected.

She worked six days a week, and on the seventh day, she was usually still grading papers or setting up meetings with the other teachers in the program.

Steve felt like he was fighting constantly for her attention, which wasn’t fair to think because she was just doing her job.

Eddie knew he was getting into a depressive episode about a month in.

He called Robin while Steve was asleep, coming up with a plan to get him out of it before it got bad.

“I’ve got enough money for the flight, but we need somewhere to stay. I think I can swing five days off for both of us if I tell his boss what’s going on. But I can’t do it for at least a month.”

“Okay, just stay with me. I have a pull out couch. My neighbor brings me so much food all the time, I’m sure she’ll wanna feed you both too. I still have to work, but you can explore while I do. Have you guys even taken a real vacation before?”

“Does visiting Dustin count?”

“No.”

“Then, no.”

The plan was in place. Steve remained sad, but Robin tried to call as often as she could.

But almost exactly one month later, Steve came home to Eddie packing luggage. His heart stopped for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

Eddie smiled at him, walking over to wrap his arms around him.

“Packing for our trip.”

“What trip?”

“To Italy.”

Steve’s heart started racing.

“What?”

“Gotta get you to see your girl, don’t I? She’s got a couch with our name on it.”

Steve cried for the next hour, leaving wet kisses on Eddie’s cheeks and lips as he helped pack.

When they arrived in Italy, Robin was at the airport holding the chocolates Steve so desperately wanted, but he didn’t care about in that moment.

He was back with his platonic soulmate.

—------

Being engaged wasn’t that important to Steve or Eddie. They couldn’t legally get married anyway, so what was the point of the whole song and dance of asking and wearing a ring?

They’d belonged to each other for so long, it wasn’t necessary.

But in 2003, Eddie changed his mind.

It happened because Robin said something about how marriage equality was looking more likely, like maybe she could actually marry her girlfriend who followed her back from Italy.

And Eddie couldn’t have Robin get engaged before him.

So he found a ring, just a simple gold band with a single diamond. He got it engraved to say “scar on my heart” which was the title of the first song Eddie wrote about Steve for Steve.

He made plans. He called the kids and made them swear not to say anything.

He called Robin and asked if she could be there.

But he should have known Robin couldn’t keep a secret.

“I’m just so excited!”

“For what? It’s just ice cream at the park,” Steve said curiously.

“It’s not just ice cream! It’s a big moment!”

And then she realized what she said. Eddie glared at her.

“What’s the big moment?”

Eddie sighed. He could just say Robin was being dramatic, but Steve wouldn’t buy it, not with the way she looked guilty of murder now.

“I have something to ask you.”

Maybe Steve would leave it.

“What is it? Why does Robin need to be there? Just ask me now.”

Guess not.

“Since I can never have plans that work, fine.” Eddie pulled the box out of his pocket, sending one more glare at Robin, who already had tears in her eyes. He started to drop to one knee but felt hands on his arms.

“Wait! Are you proposing to me?”

“Uh. Trying to, yes.”

Steve started laughing. Not really the reaction he was hoping for.

Then, he pulled a box from his pocket.

Robin clapped and cheered from the side while Eddie just stared in disbelief.

“What?”

“I called Robin to come this weekend so I could propose!”

“But. I called her to come!”

“You both are dinguses! Eddie called me an hour before Steve did if it matters, but you both are ridiculous.”

They looked at each other and laughed as Robin’s words sank in.

“I guess I know your answer then,” Eddie said.

“Ask me anyway.”

“Yeah, I came all this way to see proposals, give me a show!” Robin exclaimed loudly.

“You just need ideas for your girlfriend.”

“Shut up.”

Eddie turned to Steve, got down on one knee, and smiled up at him.

“We’re living in a time where we might be able to actually get married and there is nothing I want more than to be able to call you my husband. I’ve loved you for nearly 20 years, and I know I’ll love you more in the next 20, and the 20 after that. What do you say, big boy? Wanna marry me?”

Steve was crying and Eddie could hear Robin sniffling to the side.

“Yeah, I do.”

Eddie placed the ring on Steve’s finger and kissed him so hard, Robin groaned.

“Okay, my turn.”

Eddie stood up with a smirk as Steve got down on one knee.

“Eds, I’ve never been that great with words, but you’ve loved me anyway. Even when I may not have deserved it, even when it may have been hard, even before I was ready to love you back. I’m not going anywhere no matter what the law says, but I want you to wear this so you know I’m all in. Will you be all in too?”

Robin was crying harder now, but Eddie didn’t care.

He nodded and let Steve place the ring on his finger.

Then they both pulled Robin into a hug, all of them crying into each other’s shoulders.

It made sense that she was here for this. She was Steve’s other half, Eddie was just an addition, and he was fine with that.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #platonic stobin #steve's parents suck #hellfire club #el hopper #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #will byers #future fic #time skips #requests

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

~Exploring abandoned house with Dabi~

DABI FANS PSPSPSPSPSPS

(Can be seen as both platonic and romantic)

This is my first ever fic actually the more I think about it, I usually write headcanons and something short.

Trigger Warning: cussing and smoking. 😢😖😖😭 (pants=shat, knees=trembling)

I actually shifted two years ago to him and we actually went in abandoned house so this is inspired by that shitting shifting experience. I had to write this so I don't forget about it since it's such a cool idea.

You = • Dabi= •

Genre: crack, fluff

~If there's grammar mistakes, suddenly you are blind and see nothing I wrote this half asleep/half awake~

Number of words: idfk, a lot 🤡???

I put my whole Maxussy and writeussy into this

~ e n j o y ~

You and Dabi were hanging out late at night, walking around streets chatting about random shit and just enjoying eachothers company, than a bit later y'all left town continuing to just wander around as you two suddenly passed by some abandoned house.

"Oooo look, abandoned house" you said pointing at house

"What, you want to explore it?" He looked at you with smirk as he teased you a little. "You wanna go for a ghost haunt or something?"

"Oh shut the hell up, but yeah I want to explore it, maybe it can be our new hang out spot?" You looked back at him raising eyebrows and grinning

"Don't tell me you want to hang out in this old crap that's falling apart more than I am." (I literally made my own self laugh)

You snorted in response "C'mon I just wanna sit somewhere, my ass and legs hurts from all the walking and we're far away from town. I just can't help it, this shit looks like vibe and perfect place for smoking"

"Alright, alright, but you are giving me some of your ciggs because you are forcing me to go inside of this old crap"

"Fair enough"

He crossed arms proudly and grinned while you two walked up closer to house

"You go first" He said giving you smug look on his face

"What, you are too scared?" You returned him smug expression as you teased him than opened door of abandoned house for him "Ladies first"

He rolled his eyes in response and smirked as he spoke in "female voice" or at least he tried but his voice cracked, he sounded pretty stupid

"My, my thank you, you are such a gentleman"

You both laughed as he entered first and you went in after him.

"Damn, it smells like shit here.." He commented making disgusted expression while he looked around house

"Just like you" You grinned and winked at him

Dabi gasped dramatically and sarcastically than laughed silently in response and looked at you "Asshole"

You two were walking in hallways inside abandoned house, exploring it a little, deciding you'll explore upstairs later

"Careful not to run into hobo" You said as you leaned on wall and took out of your pocket pack of cigarettes "Pspspspspsps come here lighter"

"Did you just called me a lighter and pspsps at me?"

"Yah, I forgot my lighter, now come here lighter, if you want a ciggy wiggy."

He rolled his eyes again and smirked as he put in his mouth one of your cigarettes, you got closer to eachother so that he can light both of cigarettes at same time with one of his fingers

"I'll put that as your name in my contacts"

"You are creative with nicknames I gotta admit." Dabi grinned and laughed a bit as you both smoked and just wandered around inside house kicking some random stuff at eachother like you played football with literal lamp until y'all ran into basement's door.

"There's basement too? Damn" He looked at door than turned back to look at you with shit-eating grin "Shall we?"

"Fuck yeah" You said returning him same look on your face as you both laughed quietly, walking up to basement's door and opening it.

Right when you both walked in, the door closed by itself loudly hmmm classic and you two stood on stairs in darkness.

"Ah, of course it closed" You laughed a little and snorted "Always basements"

He snorted too in response but that little laughs of yours stopped when you couldn't open the door

"Fuck.."

"...fuck" you two stood in silence awkwardly for a moment than snorted again because y'all are careless motherfuckers "I can't see shit"

"Wait" He said than used his quirk for some light "Alright, there we go"

"So we going down?" You said looking at him grinning as you spoke in sarcastic tone "Maybe there's some ghosts" it wouldn't hurt to stay here more for a while and explore right? Unlocking that crusty door can wait.

"Maybe monsters?" He said sarcastically as y'all continued to snort at eachothers words than decided to go downstairs in basement giggling like idiots, this whole situation was just so stupid which makes it all funny.

The basement was pretty empty and dusty as expected. You two were a little disappointed because there was not much stuff, actually there was barely anything at all.

You two looked at eachother slowly than looked at chair, and than looked at eachother again as y'all stood still for a while than grinned.

"My chair"

"Whoever sits down first, the chair is theirs"

After that you two were running towards chair laughing like maniacs, sure it was childish but it was fun so who cares

Dabi first sat on the chair as he bursted into laughter with you, than you grinned at him and kicked the leg of old wooden chair which caused it to break easily since it's pretty old and Dabi fell on his ass laughing even louder with you and glaring a little.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He yelled as he continued to laugh and after both of you calmed down a little, while you helped him up. "I'll remember that and get my revenge"

"If I can't have a chair no one will"

"You little shit"

"Shut up you burnt fuck"

"Edgy thot"

"Staple face"

"Crazy bitch"

"Ugly worm"

You two laughed each time even harder at every new nickname you gave eachother it's like you two were playing ping pong but with words and insults

"You are rude" He said calming down with laughter now smirking at you

"That's my love language and way of showing affection" You blew him a kiss jokingly still laughing a bit

"Ah, so insulting is now new way of showing love?" He rolled his eyes and grinned at you

"It was always"

"Don't shit" He let out a snort than winked at you jokingly as you two continued walking around basement trying to find anything interesting. Eventually you gave up and were about to take out pack of cigarettes but than out of nowhere a tall, skinny, hairless and literally plain figure came out of wall which caught you two off guard a little. It didn't had any clothes on, it had large claws and black eye sockets...

"Rake? This you bro?" You said as both of you were holding in laughter and shitting pants at same time. Well...it ain't that bad to joke in fucked up situations like this right? Besides...it makes situation less worse and at same time worse.

Dabi pushed your arm with his elbow to let you know it's not time for jokes without saying anything. Even though he was at verge of bursting into laughter

The creature wasn't saying anything or talking at all it instead made some weird inhumane sounds and growls as it was stepping closer and closer to you two slowly. And of course you two were stepping back obviously, as out of nowhere there was few more same creatures as this one creeping out of wall slowly.

"What the fuck are these?"

"Not even God I don't believe in knows"

You two whispered to eachother and he snorted quietly at your comments but snapping back into serious expression once again as you continued to step back together. The rake lookingass bitches creatures were getting closer and closer to you slowly, you could feel your heart beat going faster and faster in panic but you remained silent and he did same as you two continued backing away

"Shit" he muttered to himself

As they got close enough to you two about like two-three meters away, Dabi stepped in front of you, holding his one arm out to push you back behind him and as for other arm he used his quirk to burn the creatures.

You continued standing behind him watching in fascination and surprise at his protective behavior. And it did worked, it stopped creatures, but not for long. After a while they were really slowly healing and returning to their normal looks. But at least they couldn't move much for now, as you and Dabi watched celling of basement burn, soon enough there was slowly more creatures coming out of basement walls, and you two watched in pure shock as those burnt one's returned back to normal. Dabi once again used his quirk but for a bit longer now, to make them slow down a bit like last time

He kept looking behind himself a little to check up on you if you were alright, he was really careful and watching out while using his quirk, he didn't want to hurt you. After he burnt these creatures again he stopped using his quirk as smoke was coming out of his arm, and than you grabbed him for his coat as you both started running towards upstairs door for basement exit. You forgot the door was locked but Dabi didn't wanted to use his quirk to destroy it because he was afraid he will burn you accidentally. The creatures were getting closer and closer to stairs, to you both. You decided to kick door, it didn't work at first, but as you tried to kick door over and over again the creatures started walking upstairs. You decided to step back a little and rush to door kicking it as hard as you can, and finally it worked. The door fell off and broke a little as you and Dabi started running towards exit of the house, tons of those disgusting creatures running after you both, you and him almost fell and bumped into something as you runned in panic looking for damn exit.

"WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!?"

"MAYBE HERE I'M NOT SURE?!?"

You two runned towards door in front of you and the door was locked

"WHY IS EVERYTHING GETTING LOCKED IN THIS GODDAMN PLACE?!? WHAT TYPE OF FUCKING CURSE IS THIS?!?"

You shouted in frustration and panic as you watched creatures getting closer and closer to both of you. Dabi and you at same time were kicking and pushing door but the door wouldn't break no matter what. You looked once again behind you two creatures getting even closer as you took the lamp off floor and threw it at one of creatures face. Dabi wheezed and coughed trying not to laugh in this fucked up situation but you were making it harder all time. After that you both ran on next floor as creatures were getting way more aggressive and faster, continuing to run after you both. You and him were gasping for air as running in pure panic than breaking the window jumping through it. You two landed on abandoned car that was right next to abandoned house, good thing it was only second floor, nothing higher otherwise you would break your legs probably and end up like pancakes.

Dabi and you continued running and running unstoppably than after a while turning back to look at house and seems like those creatures didn't wanted to leave house? It looked like they were stuck in it, like they had to be inside that house...But they still watched you two out of windows for a while, than turned back and walked away.

"They... won't leave house and continue running after us, try to kill us?" Dabi said in confusion, now calming down a little bit as he rested his hands on his knees while catching breath "Not that I'm complaining but it's... surprising.?"

"I don't care, I don't want or plan to find out, we escaped without getting injured. That's all that matters.." You said laying down on the side of road catching breath and trying to calm down. Dabi laughed at your words and your actions

"True" He said laying next to you now on the side of road looking at sky as you both laughed and relaxed now.

"But yeah, it is.. quite interesting that they won't leave house. Not to mention your flames couldn't kill them and they got back to normal like it was nothing.

"It's weird as hell, I wonder what these things are.

You know what? I don't want to think about this now" You sighed than smirked at him

"Fair enough" You both laughed, continuing to look at sky while laying next to eachother on the side of road

"We'll chat about this other days than, I guess. I can't think currently as well"

"Yeah I don't feel like braining now"

"Braining?" He snorted at your comment

"mhm"

After a while laying like this, you two lit cigarettes while getting up slowly

"We better get up otherwise I'll fall asleep"

"Heh, alright. Let's get back in town than" he said smirking at you, resting his hand on your shoulder as you two smoked and started walking towards town, it was only ten minutes away.

"Shall we tell league members about this?"

"Fuck no, they won't believe us and they'll think we are messing around with them. They'll ask us what type of shit were on if we tell them."

"You are right. Let's keep it a secret than" he grinned and nodded in agreement with you

"I might sound crazy..but it was quite fun not gonna lie"

"Well..yeah, you made it fun after all. I didn't know should I smack you in head or laugh when you were joking around while these fuckers chased us" He laughed silently, winking at you a little "You are so messed up and chaotic, I love it" Dabi smiled while looking at you in the eyes, messing with your hair a little than grinned

"We should hang out more often, I don't remember last time having fun like this.."

"Sure, I like spending time with you anyways"

You two continued chatting as you smoked and walked towards town together, later on y'all run into white van seeing Spinner, Twice, Toga and Tomura. They were asking you two where have you two been. Of course you wouldn't tell them exact truth now so you and Dabi told them that you two were just walking around and outside town a little. After talking for a while Dabi and you got inside van with others and went in hiding base. It was pretty long, chaotic and pure hell of a day. But it was fun, and you are willing to hang out with Dabi like that more often for sure.

Now that I wrote this finally, I can rest in peace.

I feel like my eyeballs will fall out, I hope y'all like this ig 💀💀💀

Too tired to check grammar mistakes so just ignore them 😍

Goodnight hoez

#dabi #dabi fanfic #dabi x reader #dabi fic #dabi headcanons #dabi bhna #touya todoroki #touya x reader #todoroki touya #touya fluff #touya fic #dabi fluff #my hero acedamia #league of villains #dabi crack #crack fic #touya todoroki x reader #touya headcanons #touya todoroki headcanons #my hero academia

[adrianfridge]

Teen Wolf is a werewolf soap opera horror that gradually changes into a gritty horror thriller. And I’d like to explore that in terms of its campiness.

For me, the campiness is determined by the personality of the villain. I’m going to focus on their theoretical willingness to put on the most flamboyant outfits, but that’s merely an illustration of their vibes.

Season 1 has Peter and Kate, who, if we’re being honest, would both go on stage wearing just the most glitter, feathers, and wig to have an epic lip syncing battle. There would be surprise outfit reveals and at least one would do a split. It would go down in history. 10/10 perfection

Season 2 has Matt and Gerard. Matt would only reluctantly put on an outfit, and it’d be something spandex to emulate the superhero comics he reads. Meanwhile Gerard would be eating up the frenzy that Kate and Peter left behind. His outfit would be more grand than both of them combined. He only pretends he’s retired while being the Final Boss of Drag Race. 9/10 some hesitation to cheer for an incel but grandpa can work those high heels

Season 3A has Jennifer and Deucalion. Jennifer is gothic rock opera chic. She’ll flip her hair while singing soprano in an obsidian gown. And Deucalion? He’s gone mad from losing to Gerard at Drag Race, and now he’s back for a rematch, this time with a BDSM-kink themed outfit to display he’s gone darkside. 8/10 trying a little hard but I can get behind it

Season 3B is the Nogitsune. It’s here when the show begins to get more serious, which I think is the wrong lesson the writing room took from its popularity. The Nogitsune has multiple outfit changes. It is kabuki theater. It is a troll dressed as Stiles while wearing the most bombastic display of practical special effects. There’s a smoke machine running underneath the robe that lights up with each step while a soundtrack plays. 100/10 Megamind would be proud

Season 4 is a mixed bag. It promises a rematch of Peter and Kate, but it doesn’t do either of them justice. Instead they’re pushed to the sideline in favor of a more traditional thriller Benefactor arc. The one highlight is the episode 4x07, Weaponized, which has The Chemist bringing back the pizazz (highly recommended; the episode is practically a one shot with everything you love from the early seasons). 5/10 averages to meh

Seasons 5-6 are entirely dedicated to seriousness.

Season 5A is Theo and the Dread Doctors. Theo is like if you took Matt and then squeezed out any joy. He’d refuse to dress up because he’d feel it’s beneath him. Meanwhile the Dread Doctors, who are already in full Steampunk attire, are doing nothing with it. As stiff as mannequins. All business, no play. They’re just here to get the job done and leave. 3/10 but has the potential

In season 5B we get Valack and the Beast, aka Sebastien. Valack, whose power is to disguise himself as other people, is the type to hate costumes. He’s going to wear an accurate reproduction of a medical professional, and he’s going to be annoying about it. Sebastien tries to be camp but it comes off like a parent incorrectly using lingo to try to be hip around their child. No one wants to see it. 1/10 please stop

Season 6A has… a literal Nazi. And the Ghost Riders, who only know how to walk a cat walk. They’d make great supermodels if their job wasn’t to make people forget they exist. 0/10 I want my money back

Season 6B is just straight up trying to be an allegory for modern day political discourse. There’s also the Anuk-Ite, a creepy-pasta knock-off of the greatest hits. You can’t even look at it without being turned to stone. -100/10 I’d rather fight a muskrat on twatter

Ultimately, my point is you lose much of the dramatic flair after season 3B. For many people, such as myself, it’s a disservice to why I started the show. But for other people it’s a good turn since they prefer the gritty realness. It ends up being one of the many reasons for the split in fandom over the direction of the show. And I can bet money that the movie is going to suck all the glamor out of the Nogitsune in favor of the same sort of straight-laced horror the later seasons embodied. Which is to say some people will love it, and it’s not going to be me or Megamind.

#teen wolf meta #teen wolf #peter hale #kate argent #matt daehler #gerard argent #deucalion #jennifer blake #void!stiles #theo raeken

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hiii !! can you do eddie x femboy!reader, eddie meets reader and he has a skirt and fishnets on and eddie falls in love jsj, he thinks reader looks cute and smexy ;) with a skirt on, eddie has a thigh kink and reader has a hand kink sooo yea

Hope you enjoy!

You always tried your best not to get too emotional about little things. Life was life, it would always have its ups and downs. Like last week when you stubbed your toe and earlier tonight when you tore a hole in your new fishnets. 

You had a long week at work and this minor issue felt like it was the icing on your misery cake. You didn’t expect it to drive you to tears, but here you were, crying outside of a shitty club in downtown Hawkins. 

The walk back to your car wasn’t that bad. The blurry vision caused by your tears only made you trip a few times, but other than that, you made it back to the lot you parked in without issue. 

When you got to the entrance, you wiped the tears to try and clear your vision. It mostly worked, but when you wiped them away, you could see a man standing in the parking lot. You wiped your eyes a few times again, just to make sure you weren’t imagining him. 

After your third wipe, you figured he was real given the fact that he started walking up to you. You stood still as he walked up, your heart thumping in your chest. The night air was cool, making you shiver, but you weren’t sure if it was all from the cold, or the fear settling in your stomach. 

“Hey,” the man said when he stepped up. Under the lamp light that lit up the parking lot, you could see that he wore a beat-up pair of converse, a tight pair of dark jeans ripped at the knees, and ended with a t-shirt under a blue jean jacket. What drew your attention away though was his messy head of hair. “You got a light?” He asked. 

“In my car,” you pointed over to your car. You two walked to your car in silence. You were still nervous, but luckily when you got to your door, the man stood a few steps away. Reaching in your car to grab the lighter made fresh tears fall from your eyes when your fishnets rip even more, “here,” you said, holding the lighter out to the man. 

He took it with a soft grunt and lit the cigarette that now hung between his lips. He took a draw from his cigarette and turned his head to blow the smoke away from the two of you. “You okay?” The man asked in concern. 

You sniffled and wiped your tears away, “it’s been a long day,” you murmured. 

“You wanna talk about it? One stranger to another?” He asked. 

You shut the door and leaned against your car, “I bought these fishnets the other day and already tore a hole in them,” you said, your tone full of sadness. 

The man stepped up in front of you and leaned against your car like you were, “at least you look cute,” he said, offering you a soft smile. He threw the bud of the cigarette onto the ground below him and pressed it out. 

“Thanks,” you whispered, a small smile of your own lighting up your face at his words. 

The man stepped closer, “can I see? It might not be so bad,” he said. He wasn’t that much taller than you were, but his presence felt like it loomed over you. 

You didn’t notice until he asked, but your hands were covering the tear, but you moved them away to let him see. You expect the man to look, not for him to place one of his hands on your thighs and run his fingers over the tear. 

“It’s so tiny,” he said. 

You smiled sheepishly at the man, “I might be being a little dramatic.”

The man chuckled, “I think it looks better like that,” he said. 

“Yeah?” You inched closer to the man. 

He smiled slowly, “yeah,” he whispered. He pressed a finger through the tear, directly onto your skin. After a few seconds of direct contact, he pulled his finger away and placed both hands on your hips and pulled you closer, “it goes well with your pretty skirt,” he said in a low voice. 

“Thank you,” you looked up at the man with a questioning look on your face. 

“Eddie,” he said, tightening his grip on your hips. “You look too pretty to be this sad over a small tear.”  

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I think a kiss would make me happy.”

It was wild. A short time ago you were nervous when the man was walking up to you, now his lips were pressed to yours. You responded eagerly, pressing your body flush to his. 

“I’m going to rip these fucking fishnets off,” Eddie said feverishly. He turned to press your back against your car, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. While Eddie’s tongue pressed inside your mouth, the sound of tearing filled your ears. You pulled away from the kiss, panting and turned on, but also a little angry. 

“Hey!” 

“I’ll buy you all of the fishnets you want,” Eddie said, a wicked grin on his face. 

“Promise?” You asked. Eddie cupped two warm hands on your face. He kissed you softly, over and over until you weren’t panting.  

Eddie’s hands were nice. Nice enough that you didn’t want to push him away, but you still did. You pressed his body away from yours, smirked at the look of betrayal on his face, “get in,” you gestured over to the other door, and Eddie was quick to run over. 

You drove home on autopilot, too focused on the warm feel of Eddie’s hand on your thigh as you drove home.

#x male reader #eddie munson x male reader

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Round Table Discussion: Grammar Pet Peeves

Today, March 4th, is National Grammar Day! Last year, we celebrated with six of our favorite grammar quirks. This year, we’re going to the other end of the spectrum: we had a conversation with our editors and blog contributors about grammar things we hate. They may be technically correct, but that doesn’t mean they don’t make us crazy. Eighteen people, many anonymous, contributed to this discussion.

Dangling Modifiers

boneturtle: Dangling modifiers, hands down. Even when I can decipher what the writer meant based on context, it viscerally hurts me every time. When I am editing I have to stand up and take a lap around my apartment when I hit a dangling modifier. Remind myself that I am here to help. Learn more about dangling modifiers.

Commas

anonymous: Commas are not difficult! Commas end phrases. Full stop. That’s all they do. Is a phrase necessary to the grammatical coherence of the sentence? if the answer is yes, no commas because that phrase hasn’t ended. If the answer is no, commas! comma hug that bish if it’s the middle of a sentence. The difference between grammatical and informational is whether or not the sentence makes sense without the phrase. 

Examples: 

The man who ordered the six double anchovy pizzas claims to have a dolphin in his pool. 

You need “who ordered the six double anchovy pizzas” because you need to identify which man you’re talking about. The world is full of many men. 

The ancient Buick, which Madeleine purchased via Craigslist, belched black smoke whenever she pressed the accelerator. 

We don’t need to know how Madeleine purchased the car for the sentence to make sense. You don’t even meed “Madeleine” for the grammar to make sense. Therefore, hug that phrase! 

(a comma on each side of the phrase) or give it a dramatic send off with a comma and an end punctuation. (i could go into conjunctions, too, but those are a little more complex, and if you were taught them properly, i understand not getting the comma use 😂 ) 

Prepositions at the End of Sentences

Tris Lawrence: There was a dictionary (Merriam-Webster? Oxford? idek) that posted recently on social media about how the rule about not ending a sentence with a preposition came from English scholars trying to make English line up with Latin, and that it’s totally okay to do it… and I’m just wanting to point to it to yell THIS because uhhh trying to rework sentences to not end in a preposition often creates clunky awkward things (my opinion, I recognize this).

D. V. Morse: Ending sentences/clauses with a preposition. Well, not doing that is supposed to be the rule, but depending on the sentence, it can be a convoluted mess to try and avoid it. Winston Churchill famously told someone off after they “caught” him breaking that rule, saying, “This is the type of arrant pedantry up with which I will not put.” (Yes, I had to look that up.)

Pronoun Confusion

anonymous: I hate playing the pronoun game when reading. I hate it in life when someone comes up to me and tells me a story involving 2 people of the same pronouns and stops using names halfway through, and I hate it while reading too. Nothing makes me fall out of scene more if I don’t know who just did/said what. Use names. That’s why we have them.

Nina Waters: epithets. If I know the characters name…why? Also, when people use “you” in third person writing. There are times I’ll allow it as an editor/times when I do think it’s at least acceptable but not gonna lie, I absolutely hate it.

anonymous: My pet peeve … I read hundreds of essays in a given month for work, plus a whole lot of fanfic for fun. A rising issue that I have noticed in both places is incomplete sentences (lacking subjects, typically). I think it’s because people rely on Google’s grammar checker to tell them if something is wrong and…Google doesn’t check for that apparently. I’m increasingly convinced that my high schoolers simply weren’t taught sentence structure, because when I ask them to fix it they almost universally say some variant of “I don’t understand what you’re asking me to do.” Therefore, it might be punching down a little to complain about it. I’m not sure. It does drive me nuts though. Lol

“Would Of”

Neo Scarlett: Not quite sure if that falls under grammar, but I hate hate hate when people use “should of” instead of should’ve. Or “would of.” It just makes my toe nails curl up because it may sound right, but it looks wrong and is wrong.

Semi-Colons

Shea Sullivan: I saw a list punctuated by semicolons recently and that made me froth at the mouth a bit.

anonymous: I think any editor who’s worked with me knows that I have a pet peeve about using colons or semi-colons in dialogue. Or really, any punctuation mark that I don’t think people can actually pronounce. Semicolons can live anywhere that I don’t have to imagine a character actually pronouncing them.

English isn’t Dumb!

theirprofoundbond: As a former linguistics student, it bugs me a lot when people say that English is a dumb or stupid language because it has borrowed from so many languages. What people mean when they say this is, “English can be really difficult (even for native speakers).” But I wish people would say that, instead of “it’s dumb/stupid.” Languages are living things. Like other living things, they adapt and evolve. English is basically a beautiful, delightful platypus. Let it be a platypus.

Dei Walker: I remember seeing somewhere that English has four types of rules (I’m trying to find the citation today) and everyone conflates them. And I guess my pet peeve is that everyone treats them equally when they’re NOT. There are rules but not all of them are the same – there’s a difference between “adjectives precede nouns” (big truck, not *truck big) and “don’t split infinitives” (which is arbitrary).

And, because we couldn’t resist, here are some of our favorite things, because when we asked for pet peeves…some people still shared things they loved instead of things they hated.

Oxford Comma

Terra P. Waters: I really really love the Oxford comma.

boneturtle: me: [in kindergarten, using oxford comma]

teacher: no, we don’t add a comma between the last two objects in a list.

me: that’s illogical and incorrect.

anonymous: I will forever appreciate my second grade teacher’s explanation of Oxford comma use: Some sentences are harder to understand if you don’t use it, but no sentence will ever be harder to understand because you do use it. Preach, Mrs. D

anonymous: I am definitely Team Oxford Comma. I even have a bumper sticker which says so

Other Favorites

Shea Sullivan: I adore the emdash, to every editor’s chagrin.

Shadaras: zeugmas! I think they’re super cool!

Shea Sullivan and Hermit: I use sentence fragments a lot. Fragments my beloved.

English Grammar vs. Grammar in Other Languages

anonymous: so in English my favourite thing is the parallel Latin and Saxon registers because of how that affects grammar, but in Japanese my favourite grammatical thing is the use of an actual sound at the end of the sentence to denote a question, as opposed to how in English we use intonation? Also how in Japanese the sentence structure requires reasoning first and action second in terms of clauses. So rather than go “let’s go to the cinema because it’s raining and I’m cold,” you’d go “because it’s raining and I’m cold, let’s go to the cinema.” (My least favourite thing is the lack of spaces between words in the written form but that’s purely because I find that level of continuous letters intimidating to translate.)

I also love how Japanglish in the foreign communities in Japan starts to develop its own grammatical structure as a way of situating yourself in this space between the two languages. It’s used as a call-sign of belonging to that specific community, because in order to make some of the jokes and consciously break the rules of English or Japanese grammar and/or choose to obey one or the other, you’re basically displaying your control over both/knowledge of them. Like, the foreign community in Japan is often a disparate group of people with multiple different native languages who are relying on their knowledge of at least one non-native language but often two to signify their status in the group as Also An Outsider and I think that’s really interesting.

Nina Waters: Chinese and Japanese both drop subjects, and Chinese doesn’t have like… a/the… Japanese doesn’t have a future tense… Chinese kinda sorta doesn’t have tenses at all… (these are not pet peeves, btw, I love how learning a language with such different ways of approaching these things reshapes my brain). Chinese also doesn’t really have yes or no.

There’s a joke somewhere on Tumblr about that, though I actually think it’s about using “a” versus “the,” like, someone was giving a Russian speaker a hard time after they said “get in car” and they were like “only you English speakers are dumb enough to feel this is essential why would I be talking about getting into any random car of course I mean our car wtf.”

anonymous: on the subject of other languages, epithets are also something that happen differently in other languages. In French repeating a word (names included, and sometimes even pronouns) is considered bad writing. As in, way more than in English. Going by how grating the English translation of the Witcher books was to me when the French one was fine, I’d say it’s the same with Polish, at least. It’s also very interesting how brains adapt to writing styles in other languages.

What are some of your favorite and least favorite grammar quirks, in English or in the language of your choice?

#national grammar day #duck prints press #writing advice #grammar #writeblr #writing pet peeves #grammar pet peeves

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Part 2: 5.2k words, Azriel's POV

Series Index

A story of finding solace in another. Azriel finds himself needing danger in a peaceful world, and what is better than the Autumn Court, ruled by his old nemesis, Eris Vanserra?

a/n: hehehe

WARNINGS: alcohol (not extreme)

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Azriel

Eris was wearing his usual jewelry. Three rings per hand, all varying in style and make. The only one that ever caught his attention was the one that was a nice shiny gold and had little black swirls going all over it. A plain, simple ring to anyone with an eye for jewelry, but Azriel liked it. Though the fact it belonged to Eris made him want to burn it with the pointer finger it was attached to. At least today, Eris on his left ear, had a bunch of little pin earrings: a leaf, a tree, and a shield. In his right ear, however, the male had a bright red ruby jutting from the main piercing in his lope, with a thin gold chain going up to the point of his ear, where it was attached with a gold cuff.

Cauldron- why was he being so distracted by Eris’s jewelry of all things? Was he really that bored? Maybe it was that itch making him do it– wanting to ignore Eris for longer than is polite to anger the male. That made sense. Even if he also couldn’t keep his eyes off the wavy, red hair that swept just past Eris’s revealed collarbones.

“The Night Court,” Azriel snapped at last. “Is perfectly fulfilling.”

Eris lifted one of those copper brows, those amber eyes staring directly into his. “Seems unlikely,” he said, tone crawling. With the opening of the High Lord’s mouth, he smelled the familiar aroma of cigarettes. But according to all known sources– Eris didn’t smoke. He must’ve just decided to hang out with someone who was smoking.

Azriel scoffed at his words, blood pumping faster as he felt anger rising in his veins. Just what he was looking for.

“Tell me, shadowsinger, why are you here?” Eris asked.

He felt like snapping back some childish response like ‘because I can be’ or something similar, but he knew he shouldn’t. It’d be too obvious he was looking for a fight then, and it’d leave him feeling unfulfilled in the long run.

“Rhys sent me,” he lied. Rhys didn’t even have a damn clue he was here.

Eris lifted one of those auburn brows, as if skeptical. “Then tell me, what does the High Lord of the Night Court want with me now? Our bargain ended as soon as Beron died, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Azriel curled his hand into a fist. “I don’t have to tell you anything.” Wrong, technically, since Eris had caught him, he could ask all the questions he wanted. Being a high rank from an opposing court, allied or not, he was required to answer some basic questions to keep the peace.

Eris reached a hand over to toy with one of his rings. The one that Azriel liked. He tried not to stare at the pale fingers curling around that gold band. “Hmm,” Eris hummed, a small smirk on his face. “You look a bit uptight, shadowsinger. Care to explain why?”

“No,” Azriel ground out, gritting his teeth.

Eris’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “You’re no fun at all, come on now, won’t you at least try to have a little fun?”

“You aren’t exactly my definition of fun,” Azriel retorted, crossing his arms with his hands still tightly wound as fists. He was seething at Eris’s behavior. Absolutely raging. It was exactly what he wanted.

“Aw,” Eris cooed. “I’m hurt. Honestly, we’ve had so much fun together!”

Absolutely Cauldron-awful meetings more like it. Eris had enjoyed toying with him, and reaching out to curl a finger along his shadows or smirking when Azriel attempted to gauge his reaction to something. Eris was just irritating. The siphons on his hands were glowing slightly from that anger and pent up energy and anxiety.

“Sure,” He replied at last.

Eris rolled his eyes dramatically. “Tell me, shadowsinger, why are you here? So uptight, and angry.”

“You don’t know that,” Azriel retorted.

“Do you honestly think I’m dumb enough to not see your fists and glowing rocks? I was a general of the army, Azriel. I know exactly what work you do, and exactly how to do it myself.”

“Doubtful, and they’re called siphons,” Azriel retorted, growling out his response like it was a piece of rotten meat.

Eris chuckled, but the smile on his face didn’t crinkle up at his eyes, showing the fakeness of the entire gesture. “You certainly can avoid a question like the plague, I’ll give you that. But, I’m growing bored of your games. Tell me why you’re entering the Autumn Court.”

“You think you can order me around?” Azriel taunted. “I only listen to Rhys.”

“Clearly,” Eris said, rolling those amber eyes. “Perhaps I should tell him about your idiotic behavior at dinner then.”

Dinner? Was Eris really going to plan a dinner with Rhysand just to complain about him? What a wasted effort. Eris would be better off putting effort into planning dinner with some continental kingdom rather than Rhys. Azriel had suffered enough dinners in Hewn City for “keeping allies close” enough to last his entire immortal life. Rhys had insisted he be there of course, and Azriel technically had gleaned a lot of information from them, but he could go without another.

“Put your effort somewhere else,” Azriel replied. “If you hate me that much, perhaps I should come here more often.”

Eris scoffed, eyes going up like he was exasperated. “Oh yes, you’d be so pleasant to have around. An absolute joy with all your brooding, sulking looks and glares. I would just be overjoyed to have you around.” Eris sounded so incredibly sarcastic that he almost wanted to laugh at the emphasis he put on particular words. But he wouldn’t because it was Eris.

“Anyway, shadowsinger,” Eris drawled, voice a lot more serious now. “I suggest you run along instead of tormenting my guards.”

“I didn’t even talk to them,” Azriel said, rolling his eyes.

“And that is the exact problem,” Eris stated as if it was obvious and Azriel was the fool. Oh, Eris got under his skin. “Next time you decide to spontaneously visit the Autumn Court, at least make sure to declare you mean no harm or my guards will bother me when I’m in the middle of a council meeting out of fear of the notorious spymaster and shadowsinger of the Night Court. You should know by now that your reputation sparks fear by now.”

Azriel knew it all too well. “Very well, Eris.”

A side of Eris’s lips tilted up. “Have a good day, shadowsinger. See you soon.”

Azriel winnowed back to the Night Court without another word. How pretentious of Eris to assume he’d return. His skin felt like it was crawling still, with that damned itch for danger. So he opened up his alcohol cabinet in his apartment and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

He chucked back two shots before he felt some sort of effect from the alcohol. The itch was suppressed just enough that he could think somewhat properly.

But Rhys’s claws around his shields and then his voice echoing through his mind set him on edge. Azriel, are you busy? I just realized I forgot to tell you something.

What is it? Azriel asked.

I’d rather tell you in person since it’s so short notice.

Fine, give me a moment.

See you in a few.

Azriel felt Rhys leave his mind and sighed, checking he had Truth-Teller on him before winnowing to the River House. He found Rhys through the winding hallways in his office, the top of a pen being chewed on slightly and his wings laying more relaxed behind him.

“What is it?” Azriel asked. “Is there some danger?”

Rhys’s brows furrowed. “What? No. I just forgot to tell you about a formal dinner we’re having this evening here.”

“Who’s it with?” Azriel asked, settling into a low-backed chair in front of Rhys’s desk. His shadows swirled around him calmly.

“Helion, the Lady of Autumn, and then Eris Vanserra-”

Azriel stopped listening to Rhys at the last name. Even the whispers constantly coming from his shadows stopped. Eris Vanserra. Of all people.

“You think you can order me around?” Azriel taunted. “I only listen to Rhys.”

“Clearly,” Eris said, rolling those amber eyes. “Perhaps I should tell him about your idiotic behavior at dinner then.”

Eris wasn’t going to plan dinner. No, he already had a plan and Rhys had forgotten to tell him so he sounded like a dumbass.

“Az?” Rhys snapped in front of his face and he jerked his attention back to his High Lord.

“What?” Azriel asked.

“I asked you a question.”

“What was it? I wasn’t entirely listening. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I was wondering if you were alright. You zoned out.”

“I’m fine,” Azriel dismissed. “So tonight? Hewn City?”

“No. The River House,” Rhys said. “I figured I should try to ally with the Autumn Court and seeing as Helion tends to keep the mood light, I figured I could talk trade and be friendly with them all here in Velaris.”

“Ah,” Azriel hummed, looking down at his own feet that were planted on the floor. “Did you forget to tell everyone, or just me?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell Cass too, don’t worry. Mor and Amren only knew because they helped me deal with it. I’m sorry for the short notice, though, brother. I know you like to be better prepared.”

“It’s fine,” Azriel responded. “So you want to do this for trade?”

“Alliances too. With Eris on the throne of Autumn, we have a much better chance at achieving that.”

“I suppose so,” Azriel agreed. “So I need to pull out some formal suit from my closet or what? What time are they arriving?”

“I planned for them to arrive around six. Since it’s winter, it also happens to be night at that point and we could show off the Night Court’s skies. You can dress however you want, but I’ll have my wings out if that helps at all.”

Much more casual then, Azriel deduced. If it had been formal, they’d likely have the dinner at the House of Wind and Rhys’s wings would be hidden all night long.

“Alright,” Azriel said. “I won’t wear my leathers then.”

Rhys smiled slightly. “Thank you, Az. I think this will help the Night Court greatly. And Prythian, to finally be allied.”

Azriel nodded in agreement mutely. “I’ll see you later, Rhys,” he murmured before disappearing in a burst of shadows.

Of all times for Rhys to forget to tell him about something. It happened every once in a while that he initially wasn’t too surprised. His brother was a busy, busy male for being High Lord, just like he was normally busy with Spymaster work.

Groaning, he went toward his closet and opened the door with a sigh. He passed his various leathers from over the years and found his formal wear section. He pulled out a black button-up dress shirt with a black pair of dress pants. 

However, it seemed bland and for some reason, Azriel decided to care this evening. Perhaps he wanted to seem unaffected to Eris since he’d been warned on such short notice. Looking all dressed up and nice was a version of defense, just one he employed much less often. He preferred a knife.

He glanced around his closet but his shadows pulled his attention towards a piece of clothing he only wore once or twice over the centuries. A black vest with silver threading that had overlapping cross-sections of fabric in the front to create an interesting pattern on his front and easy latching on the back for his wings.

He rubbed his forehead slightly before giving in to the choice of his shadows. Cassian would probably tease him for it, but he could care less right now.

Master, get dressed!

“It is not anywhere close to dinner yet,” Azriel snapped back. “I’ll arrive late, I don’t care.”

You do, they pointed out.

Azriel rolled his eyes and set the folded pants, vest, and shirt on his bed. “I have a better idea.”

And what is that, Master?

“A bath,” Azriel pointed out while walking toward the bathroom. “Get the damned scent of Autumn off me.”

Very well, Master.

“Keep an eye out on the River House and tell me when our guests arrive,” Azriel directed as he turned on the bath to let the water begin to fill the tub.

A few shadows disappeared to obey while he undressed to slide into a warm tub of water. At least he could semi-relax here. It was pleasant to have the warm water splashing up against his wings slightly when he shifted.

His thoughts trailed back to Eris Vanserra against his will, however. The red-haired male always got under his skin in some of the best and worst ways imaginable. With him as High Lord of Autumn now as well as of quite recently, it seemed inevitable that the male would continue to annoy him. 

Mostly in the ways that he had changed since becoming High Lord. With Beron Vanserra dead, all of the Vanserra brothers, even the most cruel of them all, seemed to take a deep sigh of relief and relaxed. Eris was no longer the infinitely cruel male who did his father’s bidding, but he was a male who was trying to make a positive change in the world.

After all, the Autumn Court had never looked better. The leaves were brighter than the last time Azriel had seen them and the entire atmosphere of the Autumn Court had changed. It seemed… less, somehow. Less cruel. Less mysterious. And more friendly. The people were happier. Calmer. Eris was making positive changes in the court and nobody could deny that.

However, that only annoyed Azriel even more because there wasn’t even a reason to be angry at the male anymore. It was just… Eris seemed a lot like Rhysand. A mask of cruelty until freed from their father’s expectations and finally able to make changes. Sure, Eris’s changes seemed a bit more radical than Rhys’s, but they were still good changes.

He’d even been working to provide social equality to the lesser fae in Autumn. He’d been working to lessen poverty and reduce the rich in Autumn to create a healthier economy and society. Azriel had even heard rumors of Eris building playgrounds and funding orphanages since they were overcrowded since the war against Koschei and Hybern.

Azriel groaned and tugged on his hair to try and focus his thoughts off the Autumn Court and Eris Vanserra. He didn’t need the male to get any more full of himself. That was about the only thing that didn’t change when he became High Lord. Luckily, his shadows seemed to interrupt at the perfect moment.

Master, Helion, and the Lady of Autumn have arrived at the River House.

Azriel groaned. “Fine,” he muttered and stood quickly from the bath to dry off, shaking off his wings briefly before pulling on some boxers and then moving to put on the dress pants.

He stretched his wings wide before pulling on the black dress shirt, clipping it behind his back around his wings, and then pulling the vest over his arms, over his wings, and then securing it by buttons on both his front and back.

He felt familiar dark claws brushing against his mental shield and opened a crack for Rhys to slip through.

Brother, Helion is here.

I know, he thought back. I’ll be there in a minute. I’m flying over.

Eris just arrived. Don’t be too late, Az.

I’m about to fly over as we speak, Rhys. I can be fashionably late.

He heard a slight chuckle from Rhys before his High Lord slid out of his mind and Azriel resealed the crack in his shield.

He briefly looked in the mirror and sighed, using a comb to tackle his hair the best he could. It would dry and hopefully settle into something reasonable on the flight over.

His wings were still somewhat wet as he stepped outside of his apartment and leaped into the air. He pumped his wings hard against the wind, a strong headwind blowing against him. The fading light was beautiful at this time of evening.

“Is there anyone else with Eris?” Azriel asked his shadows.

Yes, Master. The Autumn Lord’s other brothers. Jax, Hue, and Kuhn. Lucien is hiding in his room.

Azriel scoffed, chuckling a little bit at the extra bit of information he didn’t ask for. “Well, hopefully, he’ll come out then. I’m sure someone could coax it out of him.”

Doubtful, Master. He is shaking.

“Stop spying on the Heir of Day,” he told them. “Give him some privacy. If he wants to panic about his half-brothers being nearby, then I don’t want to know.

Very well, Master.

Azriel rolled his eyes and pumped his wings a little harder to fight the headwind and make it over to the River House. When he finally made it, he spotted a group standing outside. Rhys with Feyre, Amren standing off to the side and Mor nowhere to be seen. Cassian was there, leaning against a pillar with Nesta who seemed entirely too happy to glare at the High Lord of Autumn and his brothers who were standing in a loose arrow formation.

He landed smoothly beside Rhys and Feyre, letting his shadows roll out in groves on the floor.

Eris spared a glance at him. “So nice to see you again so soon, shadowsinger,” he taunted.

Azriel raised an unimpressed brow. “Eris,” he acknowledged.

Rhys glanced at him but opened his arms in greeting. “How are you, Eris? Your mother and Helion are already inside. It seems I inadvertently planned a Vanserra family reunion in the Night Court.”

Eris smirked and seemed to force a small chuckle out. “I assure you, our family reunions these days are quite calm.”

The side of Rhys’s lip twitched up. “Then let's head inside. Dinner won’t be for a little bit, but I have a comfortable sitting room with alcohol that I’m sure we can all enjoy.”

Azriel perked up at the mention of alcohol, his wings getting held just slightly higher. If he wanted to deal with more of Eris’s smirking, he needed to be an inch closer to shit-faced drunk. Rhys might not want him that drunk, but he was still pretty damn good at being intimidating in any state.

As Rhys and everyone turned to walk inside the River House, Azriel waited patiently, making sure none of the brothers were armed with anything that was meant to be threatening. He had Truth-Teller, of course, but he always had Truth-Teller and it was at least hidden at these types of events, normally accessible through his pant’s pocket slit.

“You clean up well, shadowsinger.” Eris’s voice startled him slightly and he realized Eris had stopped as his brothers followed his family inside.

Azriel narrowed his eyes, casting a small glance down Eris’s own body to examine the clothing he wore. It wasn’t any different than what he was wearing before when Azriel was in the Autumn Court, but it was slightly nicer. The male was still wearing his rings and earrings. Gold and a single silver ring on his thumb, Azriel noticed. He wondered if it meant anything.

“And you look the same,” Azriel replied finally, raising his gaze back up to meet the redhead’s. That amber gaze seemed to tear him apart and gave him an odd feeling of safety at the same time. Probably because he was in control on his turf now, Azriel determined.

Eris sighed, rolling his eyes. “That was a compliment, shadowsinger, if you’ve never managed to get one before.”

“Thank you,” Azriel replied curtly. “Shall we head inside?”

Eris scoffed as if annoyed at Azriel’s lack of reaction. “Very well, shadowsinger.”

Eris walked into the River House and Azriel followed, shutting the door to keep out the cold. Eris turned to glare at the door for a moment before seemingly settling himself and following Rhys straight under the stairs to the main sitting room.

“Eris!” Helion’s booming voice greeted. “How are you?”

“I’m well, Helion. And you?” Eris replied, going to sit down in an armchair near the couch where his brothers were sitting. Azriel, seeing no seats not by anyone, pulled a stool from the corner to sit on and fan his wings slightly.

There was more polite wording exchanged between the three High Lords and a couple of hugs given by the Lady of Autumn, but nothing too interesting.

“Can I ask where exactly my son is hiding away?” Helion asked. “He seems to be missing.”

Rhys chuckled. “I’m sure he’s around, Helion.”

“Is he in his room?” Lady Merle of Autumn asked. “I can go get him.”

Azriel glanced at his shadows in a silent order. A few whisked away stealthily. Within moments, they were reporting Lucien leaning against the hallway wall, banging his head against it. He fought back a smile and merely said to the group, “Lucien will be along in a few minutes.”

Rhys shot him a look and Azriel opened his mind.

Lucien is currently banging his head against a wall, Azriel stated plainly.

There was a chuckle aloud from Rhys and he shot a small grin toward Azriel.

Oh, how wonderful. Should Lady Merle go to retrieve her son or shall we leave him to his misery? With Elain in Vallahan for a month, he seems to have lost his mind.

He’s been in a similar state for quite some time, so I suggest having someone lead her to poor Lucien’s location outside his room.

How about you do it, Rhys suggested.

Azriel shot him a look but let out a breath and dipped his head. “Lady Merle, I can show you to Lucien.”

She immediately stood. “Thank you, spymaster.”

Azriel dipped his head in acknowledgment and held the door to the sitting room open for her as they walked out.

“Your son is currently a tad stressed,” Azriel explained.

“How so? How do you know?”

“My shadows have told me many things, but your son is currently banging his head against a wall.”

Lady Merle put a hand to her face, hiding a very obvious smile going by the way her eyes were crinkling up. “Oh dear,” she said, schooling her expression. “Is he alright?”

“I have a feeling he merely needs a confidence boost,” Azriel replied.

She nodded. “Lead the way, shadowsinger.”

“You may call me Azriel if you wish,” he murmured, leading the way confidently down the hallways to Lucien’s location.

“Azriel,” Lady Merle repeated with a smile. “Apologies.”

“No offense taken. I am called much worse,” Azriel replied. He had been called much, much worse. He paused at a corner. “Your son is just around the corner. I have a feeling that I will not be of any assistance, so I will leave you here.”

Lady Merle dipped her head. “Thank you Azriel,” she whispered before walking around the corner.

Azriel winnowed back to the sitting room, right back onto his stool. Eris cast him a glance but refocused on whatever conversation was going on quite quickly. Rhys offered him a glass of whiskey and he dipped his head in thanks.

Azriel stopped listening actively, just kind of zoning out and only deigning to listen when he heard some word that sounded interesting or might be useful later. He just mindlessly sipped on his whiskey. Lucien and Lady Merle soon appeared, but Lucien sat noticeably as far as he physically could from Eris and his other half-brothers.

The Vanserra brothers, surprisingly, were quite… relaxed though. Besides Jax, they were actively talking and being friendly. But of course, the second Vanserra brother was known as one of the favorites of Beron for a reason. He was not friendly and was hard-headed with a taste for violence.

“Shall we go to dinner?” Rhys suggested. “The wraiths likely have it prepared.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Helion exclaimed. “I’m starving!”

Azriel stood, placing his stool back and drinking the rest of his whiskey to refill later. They’d likely get wine with their dinner anyway.

Cassian put a hand on his shoulder before he could walk out though. Nesta cast them both an odd glance before walking out.

“So, brother, care to tell me why Eris Vanserra kept glancing at you all evening?” Cassian asked.

Azriel narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“He just kept looking. I’m surprised you didn’t notice and comment on it. He must really like your outfit tonight.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “Cassian, we both know that Eris has absolutely no interest in the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. He doesn’t have an interest in males.”

“And how do you know that?” Cassian asked, a teasing smile on his face.

“He asked to marry Nesta,” Azriel pointed out. “And had an arranged marriage with Mor. I’m pretty certain he’s into females, Cass.”

Cassian rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Ruining all my fun. But keep your eye out for his glances. Maybe you can glean more with all those wispy shadows of yours.”

Azriel raised his brow, unimpressed. “I think if anyone is going to ruin your fun tonight, it’s probably going to be Nesta.”

Cassian scoffed. “Alright you hunk of meat, I’m hungry.”

Azriel chuckled and followed his brother into the dining room not too far away. He glanced at Rhys for any specific instructions on where to sit considering that Rhys and Feyre had taken the odd two seats at the head of the table together.

Eris and Helion both sat beside them. Lady Merle sat beside Helion, her mate. Hue Vanserra and Kuhn Vanserra took the seats beside their mother while Jax sat with a seat in between him and Kuhn.

Rhys glanced at the seat beside Eris quickly and then back up to Azriel’s gaze. Internally, he sighed in annoyance but sat in the low-backed seat for wings beside Eris. Cassian slid into the seat beside him with Nesta, Mor, and Amren sitting down the line. Lucien sat at the very end, ignoring Jax across from him who was doing the same thing.

Once everyone sat down, Cerridwen and Nuala floated smoothly into the room carrying silver platters and revealing them as pork, a bowl of mashed potatoes, a bowl of peas, and a gravy sauce. There was also a side soup offered.

A plate and an empty bowl were placed in front of each of them with silverware.

“Thank you Cerridwen, Nuala,” Rhys said. “This looks delicious.”

“It’s no trouble at all, High Lord,” they responded together. “We are here to serve.”

There was an awkward moment as everyone cast a look at the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court. Rhys raised a brow. “Go ahead and eat. I’m not being that formal tonight.”

Cassian chuckled from beside him. “Good. I was worried, Rhys. Can’t have you getting too pretentious.”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “Cass, I think that’s impossible at this point. Feyre humbles me greatly every day.”

Azriel smiled as Rhys mentioned Feyre, but internally, his heart winced. Oh, how he wished for something as great as either of his brothers had. A mate. A lover. A partner. A soulmate. But he was fine, he told himself strictly.

Cassian was the first to reach for the pork, cutting himself a healthy portion and then pouring on the sides. Azriel gratefully took the offered bowl of mashed potatoes before glancing to his left side toward Eris whose gaze seemed to linger a little as he took the mashed potatoes.

Or he was just seeing things, which was much more likely.

Dinner went smoothly. The talk of trade began over dinner, however, and Azriel was soon bored out of his mind, especially when Eris began talking about supply and demand. His wings slumped a little more and he dove into the wine that Nuala handed him after he requested it.

His mind was a bit foggier than it should be with two foreign High Lords present, but he was fine. He trusted Cassian to pull him out if he started being a drunk dumbass.

“Shall we head back to the sitting room?” Rhys suggested. “It’s a bunch more comfortable than the dining room.”

“Agreed,” Helion said. Eris nodded as well.

“Let’s go then,” Rhys said, offering a hand down to Feyre who also looked bored out of her mind to walk to the sitting room. Cassian patted his shoulder and Azriel stood, casting a confused glance at Cassian.

“How much have you had to drink today, Az?” Cassian asked.

“Not that much,” Azriel replied. “I’m fine.”

Cassian sighed. “Alright, brother. Don’t fall asleep on me.”

Azriel scoffed. “I could never.”

“You have before,” Cassian pointed out with a little snicker as he put a hand around Nesta’s waist to walk out.

Once he made it back to the sitting room, he sat himself on the stool again and let his wings droop a little bit more as he leaned forward, slumping his posture. His energy was quickly depleting and the alcohol was quickly affecting him.

“Well, while I hate to cut this short, I’m sure we can talk more later on,” Rhys spoke up. Azriel perked up at that. “But it is getting late and we all have a court rule. If either of you really would like to continue, I’m sure I can make arrangements for you to stay the night and make time in the morning.”

“No, I agree,” Eris replied. “It is getting quite late. This visit was pleasant, Rhysand. I said everything I needed to. How about you, Helion?”

“I’m perfectly fine with leaving it at this. I confess I’m getting quite sleepy as well.”

As if at the mention, Feyre yawned and put a hand to her mouth. “I should go feed Nyx,” she said, standing and walking out. Azriel did notice that the little Heir was missing, but he supposed they didn’t want the young boy in the presence of some people they didn’t entirely trust just yet. Even if any of his aunts and uncles and his parents would kill anyone who dared to even make him cry.

Eris stood and ran a hand through his hair. The other Vanserra brothers followed suit. “Thank you for the dinner, Rhys. I dearly hope we can have a repeat someday.”

“Of course, Eris,” Rhys agreed. “It would be beneficial for our courts to get closer anyway.”

Eris grinned and then cast a glance in Azriel’s direction. “Goodbye, everyone. And goodbye, shadowsinger.” Azriel jerked his gaze up, meeting Eris’s amber eyes for a split moment before the High Lord of Autumn looked away. Most of the Vanserra family walked out and then Helion and Lady Merle soon followed. Lucien seemed to take a sigh of relief, as did most people in the room.

“I’m off,” Azriel announced, standing. “See you later.”

“See you at training, Az!” Cassian shouted back as he walked out. As soon as he was outside, he took to the skies and headed back to his apartment.

He sighed as he landed and went to change into sleepwear. Cauldron boil him alive, he needed to stop Eris from getting under his skin. What even was that goodbye? Why single him out?

He cut his thoughts short and sighed, grumbling in annoyance as he attempted to get to sleep.

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