#then never talk to him again about what's bothering him

[stariiesz]

୨⎯𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ⎯୧

May 28th, 2017

“I… I like you Satoru.” The words fell out of your mouth suddenly.

It was the last day of high school. A bittersweet chapter in your life. Satoru, who had been your long-time crush, was perfect. Everybody loved him, and could you blame them? After all, He was popular, attractive, athletic, and very extroverted. He was everything you weren’t. You weren’t exactly popular, you were bad at sports, and you were very introverted.

He was so nice to everyone. Everyone that is but you. And you're not sure why he seems to hate you, he just does. Every time he sees you in the hallway he scoffs and rolls his eyes as if you're the bane of his existence. And because of Satoru’s open dislike for you, it influenced others to not like you too.

Not many people wanted to talk to you or hang out. The few times you had interaction with other class mates was for cheating of you or for school projects, not that they wanted to partner with you by choice. Sure you were kind of an outcast but it never really bothered you. You could care less what your other low-life classmates thought. Only one opinion mattered, and that was Satoru’s of course. Though, you were quite sure that man could care less about you.

So why were you now confessing such feelings to Satoru? You knew you weren’t going to see him again after high school, and you didn’t want to keep these feelings hidden away forever, so you devised a plan. You were going to walk up to him, confess, then bail before he could laugh at your pathetic feelings for him. It did take a lot of courage as you were stepping out of your comfort zone, but you needed him to know how you felt even if he didn’t feel the same which he probably wouldn’t. Even though he and his friends would laugh every time you walked by, and even though you were nowhere near his league, you still liked him. So you would give it a chance.

April 12th, 2017

You applied for a bunch of colleges in Japan and got in a few. However, Kyoto University is the one that you want to go to most. You were very excited to go because that was the college Satoru was going to, meaning you had a chance of running into him from time to time! You were feeding into your own delusions because if that ever did happen, Satoru wouldn’t have a change of heart and start liking you. He’d be just as rude and probably ignore you too. But a girl can dream, right?

While walking through the halls of the dreaded place called school, you happen to overhear a conversation between Satoru and some of his friends which completely change the plans you had made.

“Yeah, I got into a bunch!” Satoru said to his friends. “I really wanted to go to Kyoto and all but now I think I wanna go to the University of Tokyo!” Satoru said.

Your heart dropped. If he wasn’t going to Kyoto that meant you had no chance of seeing him in college. So these could be the last few weeks you could see him. Even though he despises you, being at the same college gave you a chance to at least see him. But now that was ruined.

“Oh Satoru, you’re going to the University of Tokyo too?” Adina asked as she put her hands on his broad shoulders. Adina was not very fond of you at all. She would even take it as far as to purposely bump into you just to humiliate you, but once again, it really didn’t bother you.

Adina turned to give you the nastiest look. “Uhh can we help you?” She asked you with an annoyed tone. At this point, Satoru was also staring at you. You ignored her comment and continued walking along.

As you walked the cold realization of him not going to the same college set in. This made you think of some way to see him after school ended. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. So if you weren’t gonna see him after school ended the least you could do was confess and get these feelings you’ve had since freshman year out, right?

May 28th, 2017

Satoru was cleaning out his locker and signing the yearbooks of the usual classmate. You waited for the small crowd by him to die down so you could talk to him. When he noticed you come up. He rolled his eyes and scoffed upon seeing you. “What do you want?” He sighed as he put another textbook in a bag and eyed your figure.

You ignored his attitude as you were used to it and cleared your throat as you gathered up all the courage you had to confess. It was now or never. This could, no it probably would be the last time you had a chance to talk to Satoru. So you had to do it.

“I… I like you Satoru..” You said, feeling the relief after getting the confession of your chest. “And I know.. I know you don’t feel the same, I know I annoy you for some reason but I just..I needed to tell you before we go our separate ways.”

He was caught off guard when you confessed. He stopped mid-action turning over to you with a confused look on his face. His eyes widened upon hearing your confession. He opened his mouth to speak but you ran off before he could reject you, or so you thought. Unbunonnced to you he tried to run after you.

“Hey wait up!” He called after you before he ran into his friend group.

“Hey man, where are you speeding off to?” His friend asked. “Come on, let's go get something to eat to celebrate!”

Satoru looked back to see if you were there but you were gone. He sighed and then turned back to his friends with a small smile.

“Sure.” He replied walking off with them.

May 29th, 2017

Graduation day.

It was awkward when you and Satoru met eyes during the ceremony. You quickly looked away but he kept staring which you weren’t aware of. After the ceremony, you met up with your family and tried to leave as quickly as possible as you didn’t want to run into Satoru. There was a party being hosted by one of the popular boys which a lot of people were attending, including Satoru, but you weren’t invited so you really had nothing more to stay for.

You glanced at him one more time before leaving. There he was, as beautiful as always. He was laughing with a group of friends and seeing that made you smile. He was happy and that was all that mattered in the end. You savored the moment as it would be the last time you would see Satoru Gojo in all his glory… right?

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[purplecoffee13]

im a sucker for morning sex like, almost half asleep, barely talking, just quiet moans 😋Maybe friends to lovers

Ooh, yes!!! Absolutely love this concept😮‍💨

It’s a bit short, but I wrote this blurb around it just now. It’s currently 2am, but the inspiration struck and I just had to write it down!! (srry not srry😎😋) I hope it meets your expectations!!!

Thank you for requesting!!!💘

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Your eyelids softly flutter open at the warmth of the sunlight shining on your face. The harsh light makes you squint, and it makes you realize where you are, and with who. The arm wrapped around you confirmed enough, and you smile as you look at the inked arm draping over your frame.

You and Harry had been friends for forever, and you would hold movie nights almost every week. It often got very late, and the two of you would fall asleep in the couch.

Last night was no different. You had had a busy day at work, and was absolutely exhausted. You fell asleep mid movie, and you realize that Harry must’ve carried you to bed. You smile at that revelation, filled with a surge of love for your best friend.

In order to get the sunlight out of your face, you shift around, moving backwards a bit so your eyes aren’t being bothered by the harsh light. Your eyes widen when you feel something brush against your ass. Something that you are 99% sure you should absolutely not be feeling.

There is an increasing heat between your legs that you don’t even know the exact logistics of. It is like your body is telling you something you haven’t dared to consider before.

You try to move your hips forward a bit, attempting to stop the awkwardness. After all, Harry’s asleep, so you can go back to sleep and act like this never happened on a couple of hours.

That’s when you feel Harry’s grip on your waist tightening as he pulls your body back into him, his hardness now firmly pressed between your ass cheeks. You softly gasp at the sudden motion, and your heat begins to ache at the imagination of what could be.

The sole image in your head of him putting that dick inside of you makes you subconsciously grind your hips against him a bit, hoping to relieve some of the frustration that has been starting to build.

You try to be subtle about it, but the pain of being untouched begins to be too unbearable. Your stomach tenses when Harry’s hand suddenly begins to inch lower and lower, going under the waist band of your underwear and shorts, and finding your clit.

Rubbing drawn out circles on your hot wet cunt makes you sigh out in relief. His touch feels far too good to even second guess what the fuck the two of you are doing. The hitched breaths slowly morph into hushed whimpers, the faster Harry’s fingers work your pussy.

When he starts to leave love bites on your neck, you explode. Moaning out his name, you come all over his fingers, letting the pleasure hit you in the waves like it always does.

Without another word, Harry pulls down your shorts and underwear, which you take off completely with the help of your own legs. Arching into him, you wait as Harry takes out his hard cock and rub the tip against your now soaking wet pussy.

“Y’sure?” Harry’s rough morning voice asks, and it is enough to almost have you orgasm again. The low baritone sound is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. You nod furiously.

“Yes, please. I need it.” You plead with him. Harry clearly doesn’t need to be asked twice, because he immediately pushes himself into you. You mewl at his long, deep thrusts. Each one hits just the right spot in a new, unexpected way.

There aren’t many words shared between the two of you, solely the sounds of your bodies intertwining with each other. His hand finds one of your breasts and fondles it as you both keep pushing into each other.

You bring your own fingers to your clit, working yourself closer to the second orgasm that is already brewing. Just the sounds of his heavy breathing and the beating of his heart would give you that wave of your euphoria.

Then a groan escapes Harry’s lips, but not just a groan. No, he groans your name, right in your ear, followed by a whispered profanity, as he drives himself deeper into you.

Forget the breaths and the heartbeat, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue in a situation like this is what brings you over the edge so quickly again. Your walls clench around him repeatedly as you softly cry out his name.

“F- fuck… shit.” Harry sighs after his thrusts come to a halt. With his face buried in your neck, he softly bites into your shoulder as he comes inside of you.

The feeling of his seed coating every bit of your walls drives your mind absolutely insane.

Harry stays inside of you as you both catch your breath. You can quite literally hear the pounding of your heartbeat ringing in your ear, and you can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle. Harry joins you in your soft, short-lived laughter.

You turn your head towards him, and Harry leans up a bit to meet your face as well. With a big smile, he looks you right in the eyes. No hint of regret, only a smug grin and a clear desire to repeat.

“Good morning.” You say in a joking tone. Harry observes the rest of your face, and pushes a strand of hair behind your ears before he responds.

“Very good morning.”

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

good night, or whatever time of day it is for you 😅 i was never rly into the “traitor/evil ace” theories but book 7 has got me thinking; everyone who’s asleep has something that bothers them and so there dream is a simple solution to that, as an example epel being insecure about not feeling masculine so in his dream he’s big and buff. But I can’t think of any motivations like that for ace? So I wonder if maybe the game has intentionally not revealed personal details as a buildup for this book and we’ll find out something new abt him in his dream. The only others I could think of that don’t seem like they want to change anything are Jade and Floyd but I could be wrong.

I never bought the traitor Ace theories either; he is genuinely friends with Yuu, Deuce, and Grim and does not have any obvious malicious intent toward them. (Why would he make the tedious trip back to Sage’s Island over the winter break to respond to Yuu’s SOS message if he didn’t actually value them? And, mind you, this is during a break he was very looking forward to—so much so that he was willing to make a deal with Azul to take the easy way out to pass final exams).

If he “betrays” us at all, I definitely think it would be in a small way. Like maybe he makes a selfish decision that the rest of the group don’t agree with (such as throwing himself right at OB Malleus). This would be similar to how he is consistently the voice of dissent against powerful figures such as Riddle or Malleus.

As for what’s “bothering” Ace, I believe we’ve already seen two big potential culprits: Yuu going back to their world and insecurities about not having developed his UM yet.

The former is more vague, but it comes up early in book 7; when Grim and Deuce realize that they may not be able to see Yuu again once they return to their original world, Ace cheerily dismisses the idea and tells them they’re not even sure if this will work. It could be read like he was deflecting here, as if he’s in denial himself and is using cheer to tell others what he’s telling himself to cope with the situation. Bro would never outright admit that his true feelings because he’s cheeky like that 💀

The latter option is implied much earlier in the main story, all the way back in book 5. Ace has been needling Deuce the whole book about how he’s such a slow learner and how Deuce will never keep up with him. Then at the end of book 5, Ace has a quick throwaway line in which he expresses shock that Deuce got his UM before he did. We have yet to follow up on this point since book 6 had Adeuce knocked out cold and book 7 scarcely features them. If Ace’s coping mechanisms are anything like what his lines in book 7 imply, then Ace has not talked about the upsetting things and instead kept them to himself. Personally, I think this one is a solid concept that wouldn’t seem entirely out of left field, especially given that book 7 is making a show out of having every student use their at least UM once. There is perfect set-up for Ace to come into his own here.

I think they’ll at least find something really convenient yet superficial for the other characters; after all, we pretty much got that with Rook. Maybe Floyd has the freedom to so whatever he wants without people getting on his case and Jade is free to live in the mountains among the mushrooms 😂

#twisted wonderland #twst #Ace Trappola #Rook Hunt #Jade Leech #Floyd Leech #Tweels #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #book 5 spoilers #book 7 spoilers #book 7 part 8 spoilers #notes from the writing raven #question #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory #book 6 spoilers #Grim #Yuu #Deuce Spade #book 4 spoilers #book 3 spoilers #Azul Ashengrotto #Riddle Rosehearts #Malleus Draconia

[hotmessmaxpress]

Rosquez Horror Au, Part 2

When the notification goes out it is met with groans and disappointment. 

Today’s sessions have been postponed indefinitely due to the rapid onset and opening of a Cavity. Expect more updates as the situation develops. Watch Your Step, Walk Carefully, and Stay Safe.

A safety alert goes out in the local area a few moments later, pinging into all cell phones. Some fans begin leaving the stands, while others wrap themselves in blankets and stay put.

Marc sighs, leaning back for a moment and staring at the ceiling of the garage. Conversation develops around him, debating whether it’s best to stay put or go back to the hotel. Frankie gets notification that the radius of the Anomaly isn’t that large, so some of the staff start to filter out and evacuate with the promise that they’ll stay tuned for a guidance to return. 

Michele offers for Marc and Alex to go with the staff back to their hotel, but Marc shakes his head. 

“I’ll go back to the trailer.”

Frankie seems apprehensive at that, but shrugs.

“Keep your eyes and ears open. We can’t have you going Misplaced.”

Marc grins. 

“What would you do without me?”

“We don’t want to find out,” Michele offers, before making his way out of the garage quickly. Alex follows, but not before reminding Marc to keep his eyes peeled and stay in contact. 

The paddock is rapidly clearing out. Cavities aren’t something that always calls for an evacuation, especially if it’s only one, but some people prefer to keep it safe rather than sorry. 

Marc tries to grapple with the disappointment of having the race postponed. It’s hard to get pulled abruptly out of his racing mindset and then return to it later in the day. He finds himself for a moment hoping they’ll cancel the race, but shakes the thought from his head. They’ll only cancel the race if it becomes a security threat; right now they’re just playing it safe. After all, having a rider speed through a Cavity and disappear wouldn’t be ideal. 

Marc heads out of the garage and heads toward his motorhome. He considers texting Vale to ask him what he’s doing, but he’s apprehensive. Since they’ve rekindled this thing between them, Marc has been trying to keep a careful distance from the older man; to play it cool. 

It’s not working. Marc has always been entirely too obsessed with Vale for his own good, and now that he is allowed to talk to Vale again it’s all he wants to do. He wants to talk to him about everything all the time. 

Still, he doesn’t want Vale to become annoyed by him. Vale himself even said that he is still working through his anger. Marc worries that the more he bothers Vale the more likely he is to inadvertently reignite the man’s anger. Marc would never forgive himself if he ruined his second chance with Vale demanding too much time and attention. 

Marc is nearing his motorhome when his phone vibrates. As he takes it out of his pocket, he hears a whooshing sound, loud in the air like when the jets do flyovers before races. It’s followed by a boom, loud enough to rattle the metal stairs of the motorhome closest to him. 

He steps forward and looks to his right, where he can see through a gap out into an open area between garages and motorhomes. 

A Cavity has opened, and Marc gasps as he sees a woman in Pramac purple scramble away from it. Time feels like it slows as he watches her get up to try and run. He knows without a  doubt that she’s too close, and it’s too big, but he holds his breath.

Long black arms stretch from the Cavity, shooting through the air like ropes. A hand wraps around her ankle, and another around her neck. Another wraps around her waist, holding her in place as she tries to scream and fight. She kicks and flails but they’re holding her too tightly, and the hand around her neck tightens. Marc sees her eyes bulge as it cuts off her oxygen. 

The arms drag her backward before Marc can suck in another breath. 

He backs away slowly, hoping that this one is sated for now. The edges of the black hole quiver and shake, flickering like a candle, and then it seems to suck all sound out of the area as it collapses in on itself and disappears with a hiss. Marc stands silently for a few long moments, feeling as if his lungs aren’t drawing in enough oxygen. He feels like one of the arms is wrapped around his chest, though he knows it isn’t. 

He says a quick prayer for the Pramac woman, casting his eyes upward. 

“Marc!” a voice hisses. 

Marc violently startles, jerking backward. He turns toward the voice to find Vale, huffing as if he’s been running. 

“They’re getting worse,” Vale says flatly. “We need to leave.”

Marc isn’t going to argue. He follows Vale, who leads him between motor homes toward the parking. 

“Did you see-” Marc starts, brain now trying to process what he saw happen to the Pramac woman. 

Vale turns to glance at him, concern flitting across his face, and Marc loses the words he was trying to say. He doesn’t think he can speak about what he just saw without taking time to process it, and time is something that isn’t on their side right now. He takes Vale’s hand instead, and Vale squeezes it as he tugs Marc along. 

They’re near the gate when a loud crack pierces the air. Marc lets go of Vale’s hand, stumbling as the earth around them seems to rock and shake. 

He falls, landing on his backside and looking up at Valentino. Vale steps toward him, but retreats as the earth between them splits and widens, opening into a chasm deep down into the earth. It shimmers and fills with darkness.

“Run!” Vale yells, as the crack in the earth between them widens further. Arms reach up from the depths of the Cavity, reaching for them. 

Marc drags himself to his feet, scratching his knees and palms in the process. Vale runs toward the parking, and Marc runs in the opposite direction, deeper into the paddock. 

He weaves between motorhomes until he can’t breathe anymore, and he finally slows down enough to turn and check behind him. He can’t see the hands reaching for him, but he hears a scream. The blood pounds in his ears as he prays that it wasn’t Vale; wasn’t someone he loves. 

A siren sounds across the paddock, finally announcing that the situation has gotten out of hand. Marc’s heart sinks. If they’re sounding the sirens it means an evacuation; the situation is going to get worse, not better. The disembodied voice of the emergency announcement system echoes across the landscape. 

“Attention all drivers, staff, and guests. Cavities are opening at random across the area. These Cavities present an immediate threat to health and safety. Local law enforcement and the Anomaly Bureau have issued an immediate evacuation order. Please proceed cautiously to the nearest exit and move as far away as you are able. Watch Your Step, Walk Carefully, and Stay Safe. Repeat. Attention all drivers, staff, and guests. Cavities are opening at random across the area. These Cavities present an immediate threat to health and safety. Local law enforcement and the Anomaly Bureau have issued an immediate evacuation order. Please proceed cautiously to the nearest exit and move as far away as you are able. Watch Your Step, Walk Carefully, and Stay Safe. May Mercy be with you all.”

“Fuck,” Marc says aloud, taking off again. 

He hears another boom, somewhere off in the direction of the track, and then another, far behind him. It’s not a good sign that they’re opening so quickly. He has a moment of regret for not agreeing to leave with Michele, Alex, and Frankie. 

He needs to find Vale and evacuate. The smart thing to do would be for him to evacuate and then try to meet up with Vale, but as another shout echoes from the track Marc can’t help but want the older man in his sight. 

He finds a corner to hide in, and calls Vale. 

Vale doesn’t pick up the first time, so Marc calls again. The call connects on the first ring this time, and Vale sounds out of breath once again. 

“Where are you?” 

Marc looks around. 

“Ducati hospitality,” he wheezes in response. 

Vale swears loudly on the other end of the phone. Marc hears a boom from the other line and holds his breath as he waits to make sure Vale is safe. 

“I’m coming to you,” Vale huffs. “Don’t move.”

The line drops, and Marc swallows thickly as he hears a crack nearby. He sees around the corner as a crack appears in a nearby building, hands stretching out blindly. Marc drops to the ground, squeezing himself under a metal box attached to the side of the red hospitality building. 

He knows the Cavities don’t see; he could be perfectly hidden and they’d still find him if they wanted him, but hiding feels like the right thing to do. It feels slightly safer to make himself small like this. 

It reminds him of playing hide and seek with Alex when they were little, wedging himself into tight spaces and making it impossible for anyone to find him. He tucks his face against his knees, and squeezes them as he hears a blood-curdling scream from nearby. His heartbeat pounds in his chest. 

He thinks of the Pramac woman and wonders where she is. Being Misplaced can mean a lot of things; he wonders if her family will ever see her again, and if they do, will she be the same as she was before?

Alex had a friend named Manuel when they were growing up who carried his dog everywhere. Marc remember’s scratching its scruffy face as he watched his baby brother race. He doesn’t know when it happened, but he remembers one weekend Manuel showed up without the dog. 

“Where is he?” Marc had asked innocently. 

Manuel made a face that Marc hadn’t been able to recognize at the time; grief. He pretended as if he hadn’t heard Marc, and when Marc opened his mouth to ask again, Alex took his hand and gripped it so tight that it hurt. Marc jerked his arm away, but was silent at the serious look on his normally joyful baby brother’s face. 

He waited patiently until Manuel was gone, then asked Alex. 

“It was Misplaced,” Alex says uncomfortably. “And it came back–”

“That’s good!” Marc interrupts. Alex shakes his head.

“When it came back it was… different. It watched Manuel sleep and it never slept. It bit people and killed birds. He said that its eyes were different, and its teeth were longer. They, um, they had to get rid of it.”

Marc hopes the Pramac woman comes home like normal. 

He hears the quiet rumble of an engine, and when he looks up he sees Vale’s shoes. He drags himself up from his position to see Vale on a scooter, looking haggard. 

“Let’s go,” Vale says. Marc is only barely seated when Vale is off, pushing it to the very limits of its speed. Marc grips his waist, trusting Vale to get them out safely. He tucks his face against Vale’s back, trying not to listen to the cracks and booms they pass by. He tries to think of anything other than the screams of the Pramac woman and the scruffy face of Manuel’s dog all those years ago. 

He must have talked himself into some sort of trance, because the next thing he knows he and Vale are on the highway, passing through police evacuation checkpoints. Marc feels like his ears are stuffed with cotton, and he doesn’t let go of Vale even as the police look at him in concern. Whatever Vale tells them satisfies them, and then they’re off again. 

When they reach the hotel, Marc has difficulty standing off the scooter. His eyes are dry from the speed they rode here at, and his face feels dirty. His hands are shaking desperately. 

“We are okay,” Vale says gently. “We are out of the radius.”

“The Pramac woman,” Marc says, nonsensically. “Will she be okay?”

Vale doesn’t answer, but he tugs Marc against his chest. He wraps an arm tightly around his waist and cups the back of his head with another, holding Marc entirely too tenderly for where they’re standing. 

Eventually he stops shaking so hard and Vale releases him. 

He holds Marc’s face gently in his hands for a moment, and then presses a soft kiss to his lips. 

“We’re okay,” he repeats. 

Marc follows him through the hotel to Vale’s room, taking out his phone in the elevator to check in with Alex and the others. He informs them that he’s at Vale’s hotel, and they’re all happy to know he’s safe. Michele informs him that the race will probably be cancelled altogether due to the volume of Anomalies. 

He stays within arm’s reach of Vale, and if Vale is bothered by it he doesn’t say. He just silently starts the shower for both of them, herding Marc in and then following closely behind. He takes care of Marc, washing his hair and keeping his hands on him. 

Marc still feels stuck in a haze, unable to keep his mind off the Pramac woman. He lets Vale wash him and dry him off, and he slips into one of Vale’s sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers. The sweatshirt is a little more snug on him than it is on Vale, but it’s still comfortable enough for Marc to join Vale in bed. 

Vale is quiet, and Marc wonders what’s running through his head.

“I was so afraid of losing you,” Vale finally says. “I didn’t know what to do.”

Marc is a little shocked by that statement. 

“You got us both out,” he responds. 

Vale is silent for another long moment. 

“I can’t ever lose you again.”

Marc isn’t sure if he’s talking about being separated by the Cavity or by Sepang, but he agrees. He doesn’t ever want to let Vale go.

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[ackermansbest]

A longer version of "Imagine Levi buys you books instead of flowers, 'cause he enjoys watching you read."

The sun was already setting as a knock on your door makes you look up from your paperwork "Its open," you respond.

A young cadet stands in the door, rather shy he's looking to the ground. "Excuse my interruption, Captain Levi ordered me to tell you that he needs your attention for some paperwork he is working on. You find him in his office. "

His voice was quiet, and he probably never talked to a higher ranked Scout. You smile and thank him before he places his fist on his heart and leaves.

You didn't expect Levi to be back already. He had to go to town for a couple of days and since then you didn't hear from him.

No one knew that You and the Captain were more than just comrades, so it was unusual that he sent someone to come and get you.

You couldn't hide a smile. You missed that stupid old man ever since he left, and that was only three days ago.

A couple of moments later, you found yourself in front of Levis office.

You knocked once and didn't bother to wait for his answer before opening the door.

Levi was sitting on his desk. Eyes focused on papers from his trip.

"You dont even wait for an answer, do you, brat?" He said, a slight smile on his lips, yet his eyes never left the paper.

"I am a rule breaker, Captain. But anyways, what could have been the worst I could see in here?" You ask, leaning against the now closed door, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Tch, I could have been naked," he says, rising his eyebrows and looking through his lashes right to you.

He missed you, and he missed your little verbal fights, which always made him grin.

"First of all..." You say, pushing yourself away from the door. "You would have locked your door when you would have been naked.." The words leave your lips as you walk towards him."Second of all, I wouldn't be shocked seeing you naked, nothing I didn't see before. "

You smile, placing both hands on the table, opposite of him.

Levi can't help and look up to you. He studies your face so many nights, but every time he sees you again after a trip, a mission, or an expedition, he finds new features to admire.

"Nothing to be proud of, Missy," he says, trying to stay cool.

"Anyways," you smile and bent down, hands still on the dark wood of his table. "Your delivery boy said you need my assistance on some paper?!" You resond, looking over the papers on his desk.

"Over there," Levi pointed to the table in front of the old couch in his office. There was an old leatherbag waiting for you.

You walk over there slowly as you remamber all nights you feel asleep on this couch as you waited for Levi to finish his paperwork.

As you sit down, the leather makes a familiar sound, and you pull the leatherbag onto your lap. Suprised how heavy it was you look up to Levi, who was getting you and himself a cup of tea.

"That's gonna be a long night if that paperwork is that heavy," you say, wating him coming over with two cups.

"Shut up and open the bag, then you will see," she says as he sits down in a chair next across from the couch.

You do as he says and open the bag, but instead of paperwork, you find three books covered in leather.

Levis eyes were glued on you, waiting for your reaction. And as you met his eyes and smiled, he knew he made the right decision.

"You complained about finishing all romance books you could find in the headquaters," he shrugged. "So I had to choose between flowers and book to bring back from my trip"

Even though it seemed like Levi didn't listen to all the things you say while he is doing his paperwork, he knew you damn well.

"You made the best choice." You smiled and looked over to him as he sipped on his tea, the Levi way.

"Thank you, Levi," you say, almost shy. You are shaken by the thoughtful present.

"You are very welcome," he smiled lightly. "I love watching you read," he added

#aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot levi #captain Levi #comrades #survey corps

[chriss-slut]

Pls pls write a one shot abt this. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeVwJ6f4/

Begging

Significant Other

~ Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader ~

Synopsis: basically, inspired on this tiktok.

Warnings: none, just fluff and making out <3

A/N: It's a little short and i don't think it ended well but i tried :) and thank u for the requestt!!

Me and Chris date for about 6/7 months now. We're really affectionate with each other, and when i say really, i mean really. PDA is literally our thing, always holding hands, always glued to each other or even kissing while we're inside or outside. We really don't care about what other people think and if we could, we probably would even hook up in public, yeah...

Anyways... I'm now at the triplets house, I've been here for a week now, and we're kinda having a party. Almost all of the triplets' friends are here. Some of them in the livingroom part chatting and others in the kitchen, eating and chatting as well.

I'm with Chris sitting on the couch, well, I'm sitting on his lap to be more specific.

Everyone is chatting among them while me and Chris are just listening to them. Chris speaks too but not as much as the others. i keep silent cuz i don't know about what they're talking. I've been looking at Chris this whole time. Even though I'm on his lap, we didn't cuddle much today and yesterday so I'm needy for love.

"What's up, babe?" Chris whispers at me as he catches me staring at him, while his friends are talking in the background.

I shake my head quickly, getting out of transe "Uh.. nothing! Sorry!" I say, trying to brush it off, and i look at the group of people talking.

Chris frowns at me, not buying it. "No. You've been staring at me for too long. What's happening?"

I sigh, Chris knows me too well. "Alriight... i miss you, that's just it!"

"Miss me? I'm literally under you!" Chris speaks softly, chuckling softly.

"Not like thaat! I miss being with you, cuddling with you, kissing you... those kind of stuff!" i whisper at him.

Chris smirks at me and leans in to kiss my neck softly "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've gave you what you wanted!" he speaks softly against my neck.

I shiver softly "I dunno... I didn't want to bother you, I guess." I whisper softly, my hand massaging his scalp.

"You'll never bother me if you want love..." He mumbles softly against my neck. Chris starts nibbling and sucking on my sweet spot in my neck, making me moan lowly and shift my position in his lap, so I'm hugging him completely.

Chris smirks again and run his kisses up to my face, kissing my cheeks, nose and lips. When he gets to my mouth, i can't help but deepen the kiss.

Chris returns the deep kiss and we start making out in the middle of a huge group of people, his hands now cupping my ass and my arms around his neck.

All of the voices in the background fade and the only thing we can hear is our muffled soft moans and the sloppy noises of our tongues and lips against each other.

After a while, our session is cut off by a voice.

"Chris!!! Stop almost eating Y/N and get your ass here!" Nick yells for the - god knows how many - time from the kitchen.

Chris pulls away from me and growls annoyed. "What?!?" He yells at Nick.

"Chris, I've been calling for you for 10 minutes! Are you deaf??" Nick yells back.

Chris rolls his eyes "And are you blind? Can't you see I'm busy??"

Nick rolls his eyes as well "You're busy making out? Did you know you can do it at any time of the day without being in the middle of a party??"

Chris sighs "Jesus Christ..." He taps my ass, indicating for me to get off him.

I stand up and sit on the spot we were as Chris stands up as well and goes over the kitchen.

I take a deep breath and wipe my mouth, cleaning the saliva that was around my lips. I stay zoned out, thinking about our make out.

"Hey, baby, I'm back!" I get cut off my transe hearing Chris speaking to me while standing right in front of me. i look up at him and smile. I move to the side, giving him space for him to sit down next to me.

"What did Nick want?" I speak softly, leaning against Chris.

Chris wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "Just a random annoying shit... Don't worry about it, I'm here now" he says sweetly at me, smiling.

i smile back at him "okay, then..." i lean to peck his lips "i love you, you know that?"

"i love you too, baby" i speaks softly, leaning to kiss me again, this time, more intensively.

I hope you liked it!! Pls tell me what you think in the comments, i'd appreciate it :) xoxo <3

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick x reader #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt x y/n #matt x reader #sturniolo

[livingformintyoongi]

Call It What You Want | Yoongi

I've been obsessing over this idea for like three days now and I NEED to share it just because. It's part of the activity for 300 followers, and since Yoongi is one of my ultimate biases I'm going to self-request to do this for my sake 🙃. So, reader here is bisexual, I don't consider it a warning, but if it's something that bothers you I'll leave it here just in case. taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss

Imagine being a third generation idol, you have had years of career, you are a woman full of talent, with good music, good vocals, good dancing skills and your stage presence is no slouch either. Despite that, the media and people on the internet simply downgrade you to a “too thin” or “too fat” body, only focusing on your physique and not on your talent. 

You feel totally frustrated by that, but you try to go on with your life, vent with your friends, have a drink or two and, at some point, you end up secretly dating a female idol with whom you had really good chemistry. Everything in your life seems to be going uphill until dispatch brings your relationship to light and a wave of hate comes your way, homophobes covered in so-called fans screaming at you every time you leave your house, saying how disgusting you are simply for not dating someone with a dick. The frustration gets bigger and bigger, and just when you thought you couldn't sink any deeper into your misery, your girlfriend breaks you overnight, coming out to the media to say that you were just friends and that she would never date a woman.

Yes, you felt your life sucked, but it was okay, you could get through this, you were a strong woman. 

It took you months to recover from that breakup, same months in which you were forced to take a career break because your company didn't want someone so “problematic” working with them. Still, you used that time to recover, to work on your next comeback, to do what you were most passionate about. It was then that you contacted a well-known rapper in the industry with the intention of doing a collaboration together, something he happily accepted, willing to hang out with you whenever he had free time. 

To your bad luck, you end up hooking up with this guy, something you obviously hadn't thought through clearly. You were only with him for one night, but again the news fed on your private life, making public each of your encounters, even though only one of them was “something more”.

Again the company, this time from the guy, totally denies the story that was made public, claiming that you have just work meetings and that both had been working on a collaboration, insisting that they would take legal action for defamation. And yes, again they dragged out your hiatus, and again you had to put up with hundreds of people outside your house, filming you, photographing you, shouting horrible things about you and how promiscuous you were. 

If you had been in misery before, at that moment you had been in hell itself. 

It was right then, at your worst moment, that Yoongi made his stellar appearance in your life. He went straight to your manager and asked (demanded) to do a collaboration with you. According to him, your voice was perfect for his new song and he needed you to make it happen, and who were you to deny Yoongi?

It took hundreds of sleepless nights where you both worked on the final touches to the lyrics of the song, Yoongi had asked you to help him also with the backing track, with the recording of the MV, basically he wanted there to be a part of you in absolutely the whole process, and so it was.

The two of you inevitably became close, to the point where he became your best friend, someone you talked to every night before going to sleep and every morning when you woke up. Little by little you began to fall more and more in love with him, and it wasn't at all like anything you had ever felt before. Yes, you loved your ex-girlfriend who practically ignored your existence as soon as she could, and you had also felt something for the rapper from almost half a year ago, but Yoongi? He was just different, he... he listened to you, and not only did he do that, he understood what you were telling him and took the time to prove it with his actions. 

He had taken the trouble to get to know you, he had given you his time. To explain it in a better way, your other two relationships were like a tornado, it happened fast, it was destructive and scandalous; with Yoongi it was more like a bonfire, he had to make it little by little, give it some wood, blow air on the small flame that little by little grew more eager, but he kept himself in check, he kept you warm even with the cold of the night, he illuminated your darkest moments with his orange light, that was Yoongi for you, and every day that passed you felt it even more real.

It was only a matter of time before you both fell for each other and ended up dating. Your hiatus was coming to an end and the song you released together with Yoongi was a hit, but the best part had nothing to do with that, but with your relationship with him. You had managed to see each other on the sly in such a successful way that neither of you could believe it. You spent most of the day at his house, waiting patiently for him to arrive only to greet him with a big hug that he would reciprocate with laughter as he carried you to the couch, where you would spend at least half an hour talking about each other's day. 

You even went so far as to buy some chains with each other's initial, it was a stupid impulse, you knew, but when you told him so he didn't hesitate for a second to put it on and leave it on every day since then, only taking it off to take a shower for fear that it would rust. 

He made you feel so safe that even when a fan posted a picture of the two of you together kissing at his house, you weren't afraid of the comments, neither you nor him, how could you focus on those lifeless people when you had Yoongi by your side, hugging you by the shoulders, whispering in your ear how he was going to stay with you even if his company demanded otherwise? 

This time you weren't abandoned by your partner, quite the opposite, he asked you to wear the kind of clothes you wore at home, baggy clothes in vibrant colors, something that represented you, he arranged his necklace with your initial so it was in plain sight for everyone to see, took your hand, and walked out of the house with you, intertwining his fingers with yours and giving you a gentle squeeze every time some idiot yelled shit at you. His gaze was almost always downward as he walked, trying to shield his eyes from the camera flashes. Still, he always had his attention on you, and despite the annoying light from the cameras he looked at your face to make sure you were okay before opening the car door for you. 

And it was only then that you thought you hadn't screwed up your life with your decision. For the first time in your almost thirty years you had managed to take the right path, and being there, sitting next to him as he caressed the bare skin of your leg, seeing his comforting smile and his gaze soften in your direction was enough to make you understand that no matter what happened from now on, he was with you, and he was willing to give up everything of himself in order to take care of you, even if it ruined his reputation. 

And just for that you were willing to go through all the shit you went through before, because if you needed that to have been able to meet Yoongi, you would go through it a thousand times more.

Masterlist.

300 followers event.

#bts x reader #bts x you #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts x y/n #fanfic #bts x fem!reader #bts x oc #fiction #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #yoongi x oc #min yoongi x y/n #min yoongi x oc #min yoongi x reader #suga x y/n #suga x reader #suga x you #suga x oc

[buddiebeginz]

Why does it feel like people ship B/T out of obligation? Not because they actually like the ship, but because it’s canon queer representation that they have to support otherwise you get labeled as ‘homophobic’ or not supportive of bi! Buck. They care more about what the ship represents and not at all with how it’s written.

Because that's the reality. For some people they don't care what kind of representation we get for queer characters/ships so long as there is canon representation. Let me tell you as someone who is a little older and has been watching queer media for a long time shitty or minimal representation is not better than no representation. Not for me anyway.

I want so much to see more people like me in media especially considering that I'm bi and there are so few canon bi characters. I will always be grateful to 911 for them making Buck (who I relate to a lot btw) a canon bi character. But at the same time they haven't handled his bi journey all that great and they've handled his first relationship with a man even worse.

Personally I don't care for T*mmy as a character and mostly I just think Buck deserves better. There is so little substance to that relationship. Buck and T*mmy barely even talked through most of s7 and when they did I didn't like how T*mmy treated Buck. I didn't like how dismissive and sometimes down right snappy he was with Buck. Plus we saw how much T*mmy went out of his way multiple times for Eddie but we never saw him do the same for Buck he couldn't even be bothered to dress up for the bachelor party.

I also didn't like that we really didn't get to know how Buck feels about T*mmy and that relationship by the end of s7. You can say we saw some of that during the dinner scene or when he talked to Bobby but it was really Bobby doing most of the talking in the locker room scene and the date only made me dislike T*mmy more. Buck was being vulnerable and T*mmy was made to seem like he didn't really care again. It would have been nice to have a scene where Buck talked about how he felt having been dating a guy for a little bit and what he really thought about T*mmy at this point but we really haven't gotten any insight on that.

All that aside though no one has to like any ship and it certainly isn't homophobic/biphobic to dislike a pairing (unless your reasoning is you don't want to see two people of the same sex together). I actually haven't cared for any of Buck's love interests for one reason or another but here's the thing if you have an otp for a show you don't need a reason to dislike it when the characters you ship are with other people. You can simply say I don't like them with that other person I want to see the ship I love together.

B*mmys will come up with all kinds of reasons as to why they've decided it's not okay for you to dislike their ship but it's all a bunch of bs. I heard similar stuff when Buck and Taylor were together. That it was misogynistic because I didn't like Taylor and them together (mainly because I've never liked Taylor after what she did to Bobby). But whether it's B*mmy's calling us homophobic or Buck/Taylor's calling us misogynistic it's all the same kind of stuff. They're just looking for a reason to make us feel bad for not agreeing with them. You don't have to like the same kinds of things as anyone else and you don't have to see the show the same as anyone else.

#ask #anon #911 buddie #buddie #911!

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 16

Previous chapter | Next chapter (coming out on Tuesday)

Masterlist

"Do you think anyone heard us?" Mason asked, kissing Adele's forehead.

"I don't know. But they think we are already doing it, so" she shrugged.

"That's true" he chuckled. "What will we tell them if they ask, tho?"

"We'll... say that we were working out."

"What?" he laughed.

"Sometimes, when people work out, it sounds as if they are having sex."

"Do you moan my name when you work out?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"All the time. I'm doing burpees and saying oh, Mase" Adele said, imitating what had left her mouth not that long ago.

"Say it again."

"Mase" she faked moaned, not being able to hide a smile.

"That has turned me on so much..."

"Oh, I can tell. Or feel if we are being accurate."

"Round two?" Mason said, already moving to be on top of her. 

"Round two" she giggled.

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"Wait, how do I look?"

"Gorgeous" Mason smiled.

"That's... That's not what I meant, but thank you" Adele replied with a shy smile.

"Then?"

"Do I... Do I look like... Like we..."

"You mean if you look like someone who has been having amazing sex?"

"Mason!" she said, rolling her eyes.

"It is the truth, tho. That was amazing, Addie. I would have never imagined that you were so… passionate" he smirked. "Though after what you told me about your naughty side with your ex, I should have expected it."

"Yeah, well" she said, clearing her throat. "Do I look any different or not?"

"No, you don't. Do I?"

"Your hair is a bit messy, but other than that, nothing is different. Though if someone asks where we went or what we did..."

"You were crying, I comforted you and you fell asleep in my arms."

"And the comforting was a hug. You know my brother."

"Just a hug… or two" Mason winked, making Adele roll her eyes again. 

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"Where is everyone?" Mason asked when he and Adele walked into the living room.

"They went into town to buy some things for tonight's birthday party" Toni said.

"And you?"

"Another of my migraines."

"Do you want us to leave? We just came to pick something to eat."

"No, no. I actually am hungry too, and who knows how long it'll take them to come back " she said, getting up from the sofa and walking with them to the kitchen. "How are you, Addie?"

"Better" she said.

"I can tell" Toni replied, trying not to smile. She knew. She definitely knew. 

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"Now that it is just the three of us…" Toni said while they ate. "Are you sure there is nothing you would like to share with me?"

"Mum, Adele isn't pregnant" Mason said.

"I know, I know. I was talking about something else."

"We aren't dating."

"That isn't it either. It is something else."

"Something like what?" he asked.

"I'm not sure… But I know you, Mason. You are my son. And there is something bothering you, something important."

"There is nothing" he shrugged.

"Mase…" Adele whispered.

"There is nothing" he repeated.

"Tell her, Mase. She's your mum" Adele said, holding his hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"Mason, you are starting to scare me."

"Mum, they... They..." Mason said, nervously running a hand through his hair. 

"His agency is blackmailing him."

"Adele!"

"What? It is the truth, isn't it?" she shrugged, looking at him.

"What do you mean by blackmailing you?" Toni asked.

"They... They have something and are threatening me to publish it if we don't keep faking our relationship because it is making them earn a lot of money. They said they would ruin my career if we don't do as they say."

"That's... That's..." Toni said, getting up from the table and starting to pace around the room. "What do they have on you?"

"Tell her, Mase" Adele encouraged him again.

"It's from my 21st birthday in Los Angeles. There are photos of me very drunk, and a video with... A video with a girl."

"A sex tape?" Toni asked, raising her voice.

"Yes" Mason whispered, his face bright red.

"But he didn't know he was being filmed. The girl had planned it all to earn some easy money" Adele explained. "She tried to sell the photos first but they stopped her, so then she tried with the video. Mase's agency stopped her again, but they had to spend a lot of money to do it and now they believe he owes them and are threatening him to publish it and ruin his career if we don't do as they say."

"When does your contract with them end?"

"December."

"December..." Toni repeated. "You can keep faking for a few more months, right? It seems to be getting easier" she smirked.

"I guess..." Mason said.

"Good. Then keep doing as they ask, and if they want to sit down and negotiate a new contract, try to avoid it. Meanwhile, I'll make some calls and get everything ready to sue their asses the moment the contract is over. No one hurts my baby. No one" Toni said.

"Thank you, mum" Mason whispered, trying very hard not to cry.

"Oh, come here" she said, hugging him. "It's ok, my boy. It's ok. We'll fix this."

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After the chat Mason and Adele had with his mum, she suggested that they should go for a walk, have some fresh air while they got everything ready for the party.

"I'll also try to talk with your mum, Adele. You can't spend your birthday angry at each other, can you?" Toni had said.

They decided to take the Vespa and go to the beach, have a swim and lay in the sun for a while, maybe get some gelato too.  

"Mase, are you checking me out?" Adele teased him as she took off her dress, ready to jump in the water.

"Can't help it now that I've seen everything that is to see" he shrugged. "But I've been checking you out since the moment we set foot in this country. Italy suits you, Addie."

"Does it?"

"It does" he said, moving to where she was standing and grabbing her by the waist, the way his thumbs were moving over her skin making her shudder.

"It also suits you. I can't remember the last time I saw you this happy."

"That's because I'm with you. Because you make me happy. I love you, Addie" he said, meeting her eyes. 

"Mason…"

"It's ok if you don't love me the way I do. I get it, I'm used to it" he chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Adele asked as she closed the space between them a bit more, her hands moving up and down his arms.

"When I kissed you under that orange tree when we were sixteen, I didn't just realize that I liked you. I realized that I was in love with you."

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you didn't feel the same."

"Maybe I did."

"You didn't, Addie" Mason chuckled. "But it's ok, I didn't mind. And I don't mind if you still don't feel the same way I do."

"Mason… Mase" she said, cupping his face and making him look at her. "Do you really think that if I didn't have feelings for you, I would have done what we did this morning?" 

"I…"

"Remember when you confessed to me everything about what your agency was doing? About the video and the blackmailing?" 

"I do."

"That day you said that you loved me, and I said it back. And I meant it. It wasn't like when you say I love you to your mum or someone from your family. It was like when you say it to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Your person. And that's what you are to me, Mason. My person. I love you."

"Can you repeat it again?" he asked.

"All of it?" Adele laughed.

"Just the last three words."

"I love you."

"I love you too" he smiled before kissing her in a way she had never been kissed before. There was passion like in all the kisses they had shared that morning, but there was also something else. Something she had never felt before with anyone else.

True love.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[needyfreek]

Prom Blows

(based on a post i made a while ago about sisters fucking on prom night)

both characters are 18 or older!

It was past 10 when Luna pulled up in front of the school she’d already graduated from. If it wasn’t for her absolute wreck of a senior sister, one would think of her as some sort of creepy college girl coming to the high school to pick up underage boys.

Roxy had called her, over an hour ago, begging her to take her home. After her date ghosted, her friends ditched, and she spilled spiked punch all over herself, Roxy had sobbed to Luna over the phone. So like the “Good Sister” she was, Luna came to her rescue.

“I’ve been waiting outside for a fucking hour where have you been?” Roxy hid her tears behind a veil of aggression.

“Sorry, sorry. I was busy.”

“With what? You don’t have a life.” Roxy retorted. She wasn’t fully wrong. Ever since Luna went off to college, she hadn’t done much aside from going to class in the morning, doing homework when she got back, and sleeping. Even on weekends, Luna was more likely to go study at the library rather than do anything fun. It was the first time in years that Roxy was well and truly alone at home. Their mom was usually working late at the hospital, and their dad didn’t even bother to write letters anymore. Roxy had a couple of friends, and the pretty privilege to get asked out every so often, but it never felt as fulfilling as her relationship with Luna. At least, that’s how it was. 

Luna had started college this year. Too poor to get into one of the nicer schools she wanted to, she had to settle for community college and living at home. It was nice to have a free place to stay, but it was starting to get tiring in sophomore year of high school. This town has a way of wearing down the people who get stuck here.

“I’ve got an essay due tomorrow.” That’s all she ever talked about. Schoolwork.

Roxy didn’t respond, she just looked out the window and tried her best to hold back her tears.

“So, what happened?” Luna was the first to break the silence.

“My date didn’t show up, he was off fucking one of my friends in the bathroom. Then my other friends ditched me. Fucking whores.”

“Roxy…” Luna sighed.

”They are! Don’t take their side dipshit-”

“No, I'm just sorry. That blows.” 

Roxy blinked a couple times, taken aback at her sister’s sudden approval. She half expected her to call it “Teen Girl Bullshit” and move on but not this time.

“Yeah- It does.” Roxy leaned back to get comfortable. “I got all dressed up and pretty for him…” She fidgeted with her tight, deep red velvet dress. It was a beautiful dress, form fitting, a perfect color for Roxy. When Luna glanced over, she couldn’t help that his eyes wandered to her prominent cleavage. In most outfits she wore, Roxy’s chest seemed much smaller. She wasn’t modest by any means, but she clearly put in the work to draw attention to where she wanted. It even worked on her sister. Luna’s eyes flashed back to the road. She knew how gross it was to think of her own sister in that way, to objectify her like that. 

But she couldn’t help it. Roxy was beautiful. Long black hair that poured down her back like a dark cascade, a back now exposed by the dress. Silky smooth, pale skin, perfectly slender and clean. The way her body curved, her hips, thighs, chest, almost like a doll with how precise it was. Luna hated that time and time again, she found herself staring, whenever Roxy wasn’t looking. When Luna would be on her laptop in the kitchen and Roxy would come in for a snack, bending over to get something from the lower sections of the fridge. The way her shorts would ride up, exposing the slightest bit of Roxy’s panties underneath… Or when they watched a movie together, Roxy would lay her legs over Luna’s and she could barely focus on what was happening on the screen. 

The worst part is that she wondered if she did it on purpose. Just to get a rise out of her.

Gross. Don’t think like that.

“So what now?” Luna asked quietly.

“I don’t know… I kind of just want to get out of this dress.”

“You don’t want to stop for ice cream first?” Luna smiled at her sister. Roxy just shook her head and watched the cars go by. Luna sighed. “I think you look very pretty, Roxy.”

Roxy turned to her.

“You do?” She asked, pleading for reassurance.

“Yeah… It’s a nice dress.”

“So you think the dress is pretty. Not me.” Roxy rolled her eyes.

“No, I think you’re pretty. The dress just… uh- helps.” Luna had a hard time concealing her blush. Disgusting that she would get that way over her own sister.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, you don’t actually think I'm pretty.” Roxy sunk deeper into the seat.

“No, I really-“ Luna stopped herself. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know, Roxy. And if the people at your school don’t see that they’re dumbasses, ok?” Roxy looked out the window again. “I really mean it, Rox. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re smart, witty, you have good taste, you’re the nicest person at that shit show of a school. You’re hot- uh- from a like- from an unbiased perspective I mean.” Luna covered her mouth in an attempt to conceal her blush. “Look, I just mean that you’re… you’re so much better than all of them. They don’t deserve you.”

Roxy still didn’t look back. 

Luna brought the car to the side of the road by an old park the two used to play at. It was empty, that late at night. A place that once brought the two so much joy, now a reminder of their distance. 

“Why are we-“ Roxy was cut off by Luna’s hand, taking her arm.

“Roxy…” Her grip was soft, reassuring more than anything else. Roxy finally looked back. “I need you to know that you are the most amazing, beautiful, incredible girl I have ever met. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be lucky to go out with you. They blew their shot, don’t get hung up on them. Ok?” Then that smile, that stupid beautiful smile of hers. Roxy couldn’t stand that look, when Luna was so close to tears, and yet looked so loving and… pretty, damn it. 

And that’s the point where Roxy decided to go for it.

“Fine… you’re right. But I still didn’t get kissed… or laid. And fuck i was really banking on getting laid tonight.” 

Luna blushed a bit, but laughed the comment off, saying something incredibly stupid as she did. 

“I’d kiss you, if I weren’t your sister.” Luna joked, sort of… 

“You’d kiss me?”

Luna panicked, she hadn’t realized she said that out loud. “Oh! I just mean that- I mean- It’s not-“ Luna realized just how fucked she was, hoping that the little bit of alcohol in Roxy’s system would allow her to forget the massive fucking blunder Luna had made. “We should get going!” Luna went to take the car out of park but was surprised to find Roxy’s hand placed gently on hers.

“W-Wait… Please.” Roxy gave a pleading look to Luna that made her hesitate. “You… you would kiss me? Even when I’m this much of a mess?”

“I mean- I- Roxy I’m your sister it’s not like-“ Luna tried to save herself, but Roxy wasn’t content to let her go so easily. 

“You mean you don’t want to?” Roxy asked, red in the face.

Luna paused. Fuck.

“I don’t- we can’t. We’re sisters… I wouldn’t- I would never even think about-“

“What if I wanted you to?” Roxy’s hand had traveled to her sister’s shoulder now. Luna could hardly think, much less string together words to make a coherent sentence. “It wouldn’t mean anything, but… Would it really be so bad? Just one?”

Luna realized she wasn’t breathing.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Luna muttered, Roxy nodded. 

“Just… don’t make a weird thing out of it ok? It’s just a kiss.” 

Luna checked to make sure no one was around, thank god for that. Taking a deep breath, Luna turned back to her sister.

“So…” Luna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pushed up her glasses. Her hands were shaking. Roxy noticed, and took her sister’s hands in her own.

“It’s OK, Luna… don’t be so nervous. I’m your sister, I won’t judge.” She gave her such a sweet smile. With that last bit of encouragement, Luna nodded and leaned toward Roxy ever so slightly. Roxy caught her breath and moved in. For a while the two were too nervous to breach the gap, a comfortable distance kept between their lips. Then, with sudden eagerness and impatience, Roxy shot forward and locked lips with Luna. The suddenness of the kiss caused Luna to inhale sharply and jump in her seat. 

The kiss itself was amazing, the best either had ever experienced. Luna’s face was warm, blushing so hard her glasses could have fogged up. Roxy moved her hands to her sister’s red face, holding her tightly. Absent-mindedly, Luna started to slip her tongue into Roxy’s mouth, a gesture she was more than happy to reciprocate. Without realizing it, Roxy’s hand fell to Luna’s thigh, and inched closer to her crotch until-

“Oh-!” Roxy pulled away. Luna blinked twice, recollecting her thoughts before turning away, abashedly covering her face with one hand and her crotch with the other.

“Fuck, i- im so sorry- i don’t know what happened.” Luna did her best to conceal the very obvious erection trying to escape her jeans. “I haven’t been able to- and yknow i’m just- Fuck, sorry!” 

“No no- it’s ok Luna… Really. I take it, you liked that?” Roxy was blushing just as much, if not harder than Luna.

Luna didn’t respond.

“Luna?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so gross.” Luna hid her face in her hands.

“What? No, it’s ok. Really!” Roxy leaned back in and caressed her sister’s arm. “I get it, you’re excited. I- I am too.” 

“Excited?” Luna removed her hands from her face.

“Yeah I mean, I assume that’s what that means.”

“No no, you’re excited?” A million terrible thoughts went through Luna’s mind.

“Well…” Roxy turned toward the window, blushing. “You’re not the only one who’s been… pent up.” She cleared her throat. “I’m- I’m a little wet right now… Well, more than a little.”

The sisters stared at each other in silence for what felt like ages. 

“I know…. it’s gross isn’t it?” Roxy tried to laugh it off.

“No! Not at all!” Luna grabbed Roxy’s shoulders. “Uh- Well I guess it sort of is… I mean we’re sisters and all, but-“

“But…?” Roxy placed her hand onto Luna’s as it held tight to her shoulder. 

“Uh- People get like this all the time? It’s fine, we’ll take care of it when we get home.”

“We!?” Roxy was both excited and mortified.

“I mean seperately! In separate rooms! Touching ourselves- not- fuck.” Luna tried desperately to hide her fucked up desires in this moment. Roxy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. “Wh- what?” Luna asked.

“Just- I don’t know… It’s easier with help.” 

“Huh…” Luna went brain-dead. 

“Like you’ve been with girls before! Just this one time, I swear! I won’t ever bring it up again. I just need help right now.”

Luna fully realized what her sister was asking her to do.

“Are you being for real?”

“Y-yes.” There was that awkwardness again. She was too cute to resist like this.

“So you want me to…” Luna’s fingers drifted to the hem of Roxy’s dress. Roxy turned away as she slowly lifted it to reveal her now damp white panties. Luna gasped, completely unable to pull herself together now.

“Please just- do it already.”

Luna nodded, though Roxy refused to look. Slowly, gently, carefully, Luna pulled her sister’s panties down to her shins. Now, her glistening cunt was bare and Luna saw the full lengths of what she had done to her sister with just a simple kiss. 

“F-Wow, you’re really wet, sis.” As soon as it came out of her mouth, she realized how disgusting it sounded. But that didn’t matter anymore, all that did, was Luna being here for her sister.

Luna teased Roxy’s slit, tracing her fingers across it and lightly touching her clit. The full weight of the action, Luna fingering her sister, wouldn’t quite break through to her until she had already slipped two fingers inside. Roxy, who up until this point had been lightly releasing quiet pleasured breaths, let out a full moan. The sound was intoxicating to Luna, she’d fantasized about hearing it for so long, it almost didn’t seem real.

“Fuck…” Luna sighed. Roxy let her head fall back as her breaths became staggered and harsh. The two tried not to look each other in the eyes as Luna spoke once again. “Is this ok?”

Roxy nodded, unable to speak at this point. Luna kept going, now being able to smell just how worked up Roxy had gotten. Andy’s pointer and index were now lodged deeply within her sister’s pussy, awkwardly curling and shifting inside of her.

Roxy let out a quiet whimper and covered her mouth with her hands, ashamed that she was being so loud for her sister of all people.

Luna pulled Roxy closer, maneuvering so that she could better reach from behind, though the position was awkward and uncomfortable.

“Luna~” Roxy whispered through strained whimpers as her sister fingered her from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Roxy wrapped her own arm around Luna’s neck and stared up into her eyes. Finally, the two made eye contact, face to face, mere centimeters apart. 

That’s when the reason they had avoided direct eye contact became clear…

The two of them kissed once again, a deep, sloppy, passionate kiss. Roxy couldn’t help but moan as they exchanged saliva, their tongues writhing around each others’ mouths.

“R-Roxy~ Please… I can’t do this.”

”What? Why?” Roxy broke from her sister’s grasp, pouting.

”I’m i- I’m too hard… do you think you could-”

Without a second thought, Roxy started unzipping Luna’s jeans. Feeling her older sister’s hard cock beneath her tight satin panties drove Roxy crazy. Luna too was losing her mind, shaking uncontrollably as her nerves took hold. Having a girl, her sister no less, touch her in such an intimate way—

The thought was interrupted by the warm, wet sensation of Roxy’s tongue tracing the length of Luna’s cock. 

Luna whimpered as Roxy fit her dick into her mouth. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, Roxy could hardly think of anything else as she took the entirety of her sister’s dick down her throat.

Luna arched her back, grabbing the steering wheel for support, shaking and blushing furiously.

“Oh my god… Roxy, please~ please don’t stop.” Luna whispered.

Roxy looked up into her sister’s eyes as she pleaded. She looked so pretty from down there. 

It didn’t take long for Luna to finish. She filled her sister’s mouth with hot cum, so much it dripped from Roxy’s lips as she pulled off Luna’s dick. Luna loudly moaned, no longer able to contain herself.

Luna fell back into her seat, still hard as she shouldn’t have been. Unsatisfied, Roxy pulled her panties fully off and climbed on top of Luna. 

“Wa- Wait!” Luna didn’t really want it to stop, but she knew if she let this happen, there really would be no going back. It was too late though…

Luna’s leaking tip disappeared into Roxy’s slick opening. Slowly, the rest of Luna’s dick entered her sister’s pussy.

“Luna~” Roxy moaned into her ear as she wrapped her arms around her neck tightly. The two sat in each other’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. 

After enough time had passed for the sisters to move past the initial sin, they made the final decision to keep going no matter how wrong it was. 

Roxy rose up slowly and slammed back down, her ass slapping against Luna’s thighs over and over. 

Roxy’s dress rose up high enough now that Luna could see the mess she had made of her sister. Wet, glistening in the light of the street lamps, freshly shaven too… 

“Roxy~” Luna muttered her lover’s name between whimpered moans. 

“Luna~” The two kissed once again. A deeper, more passionate kiss than either had ever given anyone else, like they had saved it specially for this moment. They moaned into each others’ mouths, taken by their shared euphoria. When Roxy rose, Luna pulled back. When Luna pushed deeper, Roxy buried her sister’s dick as deep inside her as she could muster without breaking. 

“Roxy~ I’m going to cum again~ I can’t~”

“Shhh…” Roxy placed a finger to Luna’s lips. “I know… me too.” She could hardly get the words out. “Let’s do it together… ok~?”

Luna nodded. The two increased their pace. Up and down, over and over. Luna felt herself building to another climax, this time trapped inside her sister, when—

The two came together, screaming out each other’s names as they felt their minds go blank for one brief moment of pure ecstasy. 

Roxy fell on top of Luna, both of them breathed heavily. They didn’t move for a full minute.

“A-are you ok?” Luna whispered. “Was that ok?”

“Yes!” Roxy stammered quietly. “It was amazing, Luna.” She hugged her sister close. “I love you so much.” Roxy kissed her.

“I love you too, Roxy.” Luna watched as Roxy rose from her cock, letting their shared liquids spill out onto her lap. 

“Thank you.” Roxy embarrassingly stumbled back into the passenger seat. Luna pulled her pants back up and Roxy did her best to clean herself up with the tissues in the glove compartment. The two drove home, not a single word exchanged between them. 

When they finally arrived, their mother still working late into the night, they returned to their separate rooms-

It wasn’t thirty minutes after they got back that Roxy snuck into Luna’s room to continue what they had started earlier…

#sister x sister #yuricest #siscon #siscest #short story #nsft #wlw nsft #im going to hell for sure #ns/fw

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Cherry Blossom. aka - Cherry, Part Four.

a night of conversations, kisses and long awaited confessions.

pairing - bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader

warnings - cursing, kissing (but no real smut).

word count - 2.6k

authors note - the babies are back!! no smut in this one - it was getting too long. but don’t you worry… there’s gonna be so much smut in part five !! sorry for the cliffhanger. love u <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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The smoke from the bonfire is stinging your eyes, ash sticking to the strands of your hair. Orange embers burn rapidly, dry wood being occasionally thrown on top by drunk boys with red cups in their hands.

The music is way too loud for a forest party, but no one seems to care. Someone’s haphazardly strung lights between the trees, creating a surprisingly cosy ambience. The atmosphere is alive, charged with the electricity of being out later than curfew.

“M’lady!”

You laugh, accepting the drink from Eddie’s outstretched hand.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you say as you curtsy sarcastically, making both of you laugh harder. “Hey, you didn’t bump into Steve on your way over here, did you? I haven’t seen him for like an hour.”

The curly haired boy kicks the toe of your sneaker with his.

“Saw him with that Clara girl, talking by the lake.”

You take a steadying breath, pretending it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

“You should go and check if he needs rescuing,” Eddie jokes. “God knows she can talk for hours without coming up for air.”

You smile at him, pulling at one of his curls.

“Good idea. Just in case.”

“Just in case,” he winks, pushing you in the right direction.

You saunter down towards the water, spotting your best friend instantly. He’s stood with his arms across his chest, weight on one hip as he tries to listen to whatever Clara has to say. The minute he sees you, his posture is straightening, lips quirking up at the corners.

Clara turns around to see what Steve is looking at, her face falling when she recognises you.

“Hi. I don’t mean to interrupt! Just wanted to check if you needed another drink, Stevie.”

The boy grins, beckoning you closer with a nod of his head. When you’re near enough, he leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips, all affectionate and tender.

Oh.

You don’t do that.

The two of you have kept your romance completely behind closed doors, up until now. It hasn’t got a name, never mind a label, and you don’t need people asking questions when you don’t even know the answers yourself.

You could blame it on the alcohol, but you know Steve’s on his first drink. With your head spinning, you look up at him as if he is the sun and all things warm. He looks down at you the exact same way.

“I’m gonna go see where my friends are,” Clara says a little too loudly, strutting away with as much confidence as she can muster.

You have a sudden feeling that you’re the villain in her story, but you’re not entirely sure why.

“How many drinks have you had?” Steve asks as he pulls a strand of hair away from your face.

“This is my second. I was nursing my first one, Eddie says.”

The boy laughs, and you grab onto his bicep for support. The sound of it is enough to buckle your knees.

“This is my first. It’s not doing much for me.”

“You want something different? I’m sure Robin has that beer you like in her bag.”

“Nah, I’m okay. Don’t think I’m gonna drink any more tonight.”

Steve slips his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, pulling you in closer and keeping them there.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Okay,” he whispers back.

And then he kisses you. Again. It’s slow and careful and so romantic that you think you might start crying about it.

“What time is it?” he asks when he pulls away as if nothing happened.

“Eleven thirty.”

“You wanna stay a bit longer?”

“Not if you don’t.”

Steve presses his lips to your forehead, hands cradling your cheeks.

“I kinda wanna go home.”

You smile at him, all soft and sweet.

“Then let’s go home. I’m getting a little cold, anyway. And I didn’t bring a jacket.”

“Will you ever learn?” he laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“If it means I have to stop wearing your jackets that I know you bring to parties just for me? No, I won’t.”

You weren’t supposed to say that out loud, but the way Steve chuckles soothes the sting of the accidental wound.

“Let’s go home, Cherry Baby.”

Home. The assumption that the two of you will always be returning to the same place makes your heart so full, you wonder how it doesn’t spill over.

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“You good?”

“Feet hurt.”

This happens every single time the two of you go to a party, so you feel as if you’re reliving a memory.

“Hop on.”

“Steve-”

“Cherry. Come on. We’ll get home quicker this way.”

You can’t argue with that. Steve crouches as you jump onto his back, his hands wrapping around your thighs to keep you steady. You wrap your arms around his neck from behind, resting your head on top of his.

“Comfy back there?”

You hum, the noise of agreement enough for Steve to start walking.

The two of you chat each others ears off on the way home, talking about nothing and everything. You laugh so hard at something he says that you end up with a mouthful of his hair, which he in turn finds hilarious.

“Have you thought any more about what I said the other day?”

“You say a lot of things, Steven.”

He chuckles, shaking his head and giving your thighs a squeeze.

“About college.”

You go quiet for a moment, and Steve wonders if he’s chosen the wrong time to have this conversation.

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s talk about it later, okay? When I’m not constantly worried I’m gonna accidentally trip and kill you.”

You nod, and he feels it. You know it needs to be a discussion sometime soon, but perhaps having it when you’re being carried down the street on your best friends back isn’t all that practical.

“Love you,” you mumble into the crook of Steve’s neck.

He shudders a little at your lips on his skin, leaning his head sideways to rest against yours.

“Love you, Cherry Pie. More than anything.”

You let Steve piggyback you all the way to his front door. Neither of you say anything else. Neither of you feel the need to.

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Steve bumps his hip into yours as you both brush your teeth, laughing at your shocked reflection in the mirror.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you place your toothbrush back in its holder, right next to his.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

You hop up on the bathroom counter, sitting up so you’re eye to eye with the boy in front of you. He takes a step forward, standing between your legs as he splays his cold hands over your thighs.

“Why’d you ask?”

You trace over his fingers where they rest on your skin, quiet for a moment.

“You seemed pretty eager to go home tonight. It’s unlike you. You love a party. Leaving at eleven thirty is like… unheard of, for King Steve.”

“King Steve would rather be at home with you than at a party with all those people.”

“Really?”

“Really. Clara was going on about something or other, the music was too loud, and I could feel the chill coming in. It hit me, all of a sudden, that I’d rather be in bed. Or, anywhere else, as long as I was with you.”

You lean forward to rest your head against his chest, sighing when he starts playing with your hair gently.

“You’re a softie,” you mumble into his shirt. “And a mind reader.”

“It’s my one talent,” he chuckles. “I wish reading your mind was a college major. I’d be the best in the world.”

You shake your head, laughing like you can’t help it.

“If I don’t move soon, I’m gonna fall asleep on this bathroom counter.”

“Want me to carry you?”

“Contrary to popular belief,” you tease as you hop down, “my legs actually do work.”

Steve gasps, all theatrical and exaggerated, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Come on, sleepy girl. Let’s go to bed.”

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“We’re not talking about stuff.”

You whisper it into the darkness, the trees rustling outside Steve’s window serving as the only sound you can hear.

“Hmm?”

Your legs are tangled with his, tired head resting on the boys shoulder as your sides are pressed together. You’re both lying on your backs, staring at the ceiling.

“We keep saying we’ll talk about stuff, but we haven’t been. It’s not like us.”

“You mean, like, feelings?”

“Yeah.”

All that can be heard now is two sets of heaving lungs. Steve’s hand finds yours under the duvet, fingers intertwining.

“Is there something specific that’s bothering you?”

“Not bothering me as such. I just… I think the more we don’t talk, the more complicated things become.”

There’s silence for a moment, before Steve speaks.

“I’m scared, Cherry.”

The tone of his voice is paper thin and vulnerable, and you will yourself not to cry about it.

“Of what, Stevie?”

You squeeze his hand, tucking yourself further into his side until there isn’t an inch of space between you.

“Of… everything changing. You’re my best friend in the entire world, and I know that what we’ve been doing isn’t typical… best friend stuff. I just…” he takes a deep breath, exhaling carefully. “I worry that something will happen and we’ll break up, and I’ll lose you forever.”

His voice cracks on the last word, fear seeping through his pores. Yet, he continues.

“I’d die without you, Cherry. I really would. I don’t know what it’s like to live in a world where we’re not… us.”

You turn onto your side to face him in the dark, reaching up to cradle his cheek softly. You rest your forehead against his temple, pressing a kiss into his skin.

“I’m scared too. I have been ever since that first night in my room. Not because I don’t trust you, or because I don’t feel that way about you… but because I don’t want to lose you either. More than anything, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Why didn’t we talk about this sooner?” he laughs, throat thick with emotion.

“Because we’re us. And whether we talk or don’t talk, we know we’ll figure it out. We always know we’ll be okay.”

“I love you,” he whispers into the dark. “More than all the stars in the sky.”

“I love you,” you whisper back. “More than all the grains of sand on all the beaches in the world.”

You press another kiss into his temple, letting your lips linger on his soft skin. He smells so familiar, so warm, so yours… you can’t help but inhale, chuckling when he shudders.

You continue to leave kisses across his jaw, over his ear, down his neck. He tilts his head to give you better access, groaning when you nip at his throat with your teeth, licking over the scrape to soothe him.

Steve pulls you in as if you weigh nothing, moving you so you’re lying on top of him. You sit up, straddling his lap, as he does the same so you’re chest to chest. Running his hands under your shirt and over the bare skin of your back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“You look so pretty like this,” he hums against your lips. “Prettiest girl in the world.”

“You wanna talk about pretty?” you tease, running your fingers through his hair. “My pretty, pretty boy.”

Steve’s hips buck up into yours, making you giggle.

“Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you pretty? Or do you just like it when I call you mine?”

His hips buck again as his cheeks flush pink.

“I am yours,” he murmurs. “Always have been.”

You thought you had the upper hand for a minute, but now you just want to cry. You’re overwhelmed by the way you feel about the boy underneath you, unsure of how to process it without bursting into tears.

“All mine,” you whisper, tracing the features of his face with your fingertip.

Steve takes a deep breath, watching your eyes as they look over him again and again, taking him in as if it’s the first time. He decides it’s now or never.

“Cherry?”

“Stevie?”

Your voices are low and careful, irregardless of the fact that you’re alone in the house.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stops, and so does the world outside. Everything pauses, the two of you suspended in this moment in time.

Steve takes another breath, exhaling it carefully before meeting your eyes and continuing.

“You don’t have to say it back. Now, or ever. I just - I needed you to know.”

You blink back tears as you watch his face, biting your lip to stop them from falling.

“Steve-”

“Hey, I told you. You don’t have to say anything, babe. I know-”

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Just-”

You surge forward and kiss him with all the affection you can muster, trying to express your feelings. You grip his hair, plastering your bodies together where you sit in his lap still. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in as close as he can.

“If you let me talk,” you say when you pull away, all breathless, “you’d hear that I have something I’d like to say.”

Steve smiles, humming in acknowledgment and encouraging you to keep going.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

The boy looks shocked to hear it, as if it’s news to him.

“What’s that face for?” you laugh.

“I just… I didn’t expect you to say it back.”

“Steve,” you chuckle, looking at him sternly. When you realise he’s being serious, you double down. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. When we were kids, and someone would say the word ‘husband’, I always pictured you. I was so convinced it was always going to end up being you and I.”

“Why… why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Why didn’t you?”

He laughs, and the sound makes you feel as if you’re on cloud nine. You can feel his heartbeat where his chest is pressed to yours, frantic like he’s just ran a marathon.

“Fuck, I love you.”

He leans up to kiss you, all saccharine and honey sweet.

“Say it again,” you whisper against his lips.

“I’m in love with you, Cherry.”

“Say it again.”

“I, Steve Harrington, declare that I am completely, utterly, ridiculously in love with this girl right here. I always have been. I always will be.”

You can’t help but throw your head back with laughter.

“And I love you. So much.”

The words you’ve always said mean so much more now. It’s a welcome change, one you never thought you’d see happen.

“Hey Steve?”

“Hmm?”

You lean in, nosing at his jaw as you murmur into his ear.

“Want you. So bad.”

“Fuck, honey,” he groans, all low and rough.

“Please. Want it to be you.”

Looking up at you with big eyes, he searches your face for any kind of hesitation.

“Are you sure?”

Smoothing his hair away from his face, you trace your thumb over his bottom lip.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “I’m about to rock your world, Cherry Blossom.”

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Warnings: •none to be concerned about •fluff •also angst (it’s literally a small but promise😋)

Summary; Miguel Ohara thinks he might be in love

Miguel Ohara hasn’t felt anything in a long while.

Not since the death of his beloved daughter, not since the downfall of the one universe he could be happy in.

His heart was empty, going along with the motions of life. Being responsible for an entire multiverse and spider society was exhausting, but at least it was a small distraction.

He’d overwork himself to the bone, just to get rid of that horrible achy feeling in his chest. Still it was never enough. His mind couldn’t help but draw him back to that awful memory.

And the memories before it. Of his precious daughters laugh, her bright smile as he carried her on his shoulders.

Those little moments, where they would get ice cream or play at the park.

He’d cry himself to sleep those first few nights. The pain of her loss hurt him, and her memory made it even worse. Eventually he stopped feeling anything, only cringing slightly when he saw even a glimpse of his past. Yea, it hurt, but life goes on, right?

He had a whole operation to run, people to take care of and save. He’s never make that same mistake again.

He’d never let anyone get to close.

Until you.

You with your bright smiles and far to overjoyed personality.

With your chipper good mornings and your even more obnoxious goodbyes. He couldn’t get you out of his head.

You’d smile at him anytime he was near, and he couldn’t understand why. He made no move to acknowledge you, not even an attempt to get to know you.

And yet he knew everything.

He knew you preferred tea over coffee.

He knew you hated working on an empty stomach.

And he knew you just loved to talk. He swears his ear would have fallen off, your constant and endless rambling about literally nothing and everything all at once.

You’d skip into his office unannounced, and just start yapping.

At first he hated it.

Why would you bother him, of all people?? Did you not know he was the fearless leader of the spider society??? Protecter of the arachno humanoid poly multiverse????!!!!

But then he got used to it. Enjoyed it over time actually. (He would never admit that).

He’d come to look forward to your little “discussions”. Random topics anywhere between how many more spider people were really out there to why his face was on the burger in the cafeteria.

These moments, they reminded him of a happier time.

He chased that feeling, and he chased you, figuratively, until he realized; holy shot I have a crush!

Well, Peter not so discreetly pointed it out.

And Miguel couldn’t get the stupid idea out his head. He started noticing the small things he did for you, the special treatment he gave you and only you.

He tried to limit his contact with you, until you came to him puppy eyed and sad, asking what you did wrong.

Hw tried putting himself on more missions, but that just drew you closer, fusing at him about being careful and not putting to much pressure on him.

After another short while he realized he was falling in love. (This one he figured out all by himself aren’t you proud🥹?) and he hates but likes it all at the same time?? You were good for him, he knew. But he refused to. Refused to get near you only for you to be taken away from him.

He knew you were stubborn. Knew you’d try to help him, get him to break down bak walls

Eventually he did, little by little. And fuck himself if he didn’t love it.

*I know I know😞 preg reader x Miguel is coming, I just had to write this down before I forgot. You’ll get your smut and fluff loves don’t worry🫶🏽🎀

#writing #tumblr fyp #fyp #fyp2024 #fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel 2099 #miguel x you

[coichii]

Trapped - BANG CHAN pairing: bf!chan x gen netrual! reader

genre: angst, comfort, enstranged relationship

word count: 0.8k

warnings: nothing specific !

A/N : let’s not talk abt my break… no promises about a return, i just felt inspiration at 10pm on a thursday :p | this is one of my better pieces if i do say so myself 😚

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You sighed loudly as you stared blankly at the computer screen.

Recently, you had been caught up with this 4 page essay that your chemistry professor insisted be done by tomorrow, and you had barely touched the first paragraph.

Lately, everything had felt like it was going down hill. School had been tumbling essay after essay on top of regular work, your friends who you assumed were your people had been ghosting you, and your family had been absent too.

But worst of all, he wasn’t there.

At first, Chan would just claim to have some extra work at the studio to finish, insisting that a wave of inspiration just hit him. This didn’t bother you much at in the beginning, the extra time only keeping him away for an extra 30 minutes before he came home and took care of you.

Then, it started getting bad.

He would stay in the studio for full on hours, sometimes not coming home until 2, or insisting he’d stay at the dorms that night. And on the off chance he actually came home, he never had any energy to focus on you.

You thought this wouldn’t bother you much, telling your self that this was just the price of dating an idol.

Telling yourself this as a tear rolls down your cheek.

You didn’t even realize you began to cry, mind too focused on somehow finding a connection to the previous sentence. Mind to focused on how much you want him to comfort you and tell you it will all be okay.

Like he used to.

You didn’t notice the front door open, too busy swimming in your thoughts. In walks Chan at some unholy hour of the night, probably around 2am.

“Hey y/n, what are you still doing up?” Chan expresses, surprised since he usually finds you fast asleep this late into the night.

When he doesn’t get a response, he moves closer to you, assuming you may have had in earpods. However, when he sees the tears running down your face rapidly, something you only just realized, he starts to panic.

“Y/n? Baby what wrong?” He asks, obviously worried. Slowly you begin to look over to him, not even sure if you recognize him anymore.

“Oh. Your home.” you scoff, standing up, disappointed at how he only started caring now that you’re crying. “Shocked that you even remembered that I live here.”

“Baby, What? Where is all of this coming from”? Chan said, slightly angry, which completely set you off.

“I don’t know Chris, where is it coming from? Maybe from the fact that you barely come home anymore! Or maybe it’s that you don’t check on me or even ask me how my days going! Chris, you put 0 effort into me..into us anymore. I’m tired of coming home from an exhausting day and having no one to talk to, no one to be near, no one to love! You’re barely even intimate with me anymore- honestly i can’t name the last time we were!” you screamed, finally getting out everything that had been building up for the last month.

“Christopher, what i’m saying is you don’t care about me anymore. All you do is work, which I didn’t mind at first but now, you don’t even put any attention on me. It feels like you don’t want me anymore- like y-you don’t love m-me anymore.” you choked, falling to the floor in sobs.

Immediately, Chan ran towards you and scooped you in his arms. He began to slowly rub his hands alongside your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Holding you tight, talking to you sweetly and slowly, crying with you as you cried. Those were all the things you missed from the man who layes next to you.

Once you began to calm down, Chan started speaking. You assumed it was going to be a pile of excuses, but no, it was sincere enough to make you tear up again.

“Y/n, first I want to thank you for letting this off your chest, I had no idea that my absence meant this much to you. I have been so busy with work and music that I have lost sight of what is most important to me… which is you. I am so sorry, that you had to deal with everything, and I am so so sorry.. that i wasn’t there. I promise I’ll make some more time for you, no matter how packed my schedule gets, i’ll never let you feel like this again. I love you so much baby.” Chan declared, pulling you into a kiss.

This wasn’t any kiss. This was a kiss where he confirmed everything he previously stated was far from false. Deep and passionate, yet still loving and innocent.

After pulling away, the looked you in your teary eyes, only confirmed the truth.

The truth being that while it would be hard, and not everything would be immediately fixed, he was going to make it work one way or another.

For you.

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Back to master list (skz)

#skz #skz x reader #stray kids #straykids x reader #kpop #bang chan #skz angst #skz comfort #bang chan angst #bang chan comfort #straykids angst #straykids x you #straykids bang chan #christopher bang

[nettedtangible]

Been having a lot of Tom Riddle thoughts lately.

The way he doesn’t even really subscribe to blood purism, but just uses it as a tool to get what he wants.

The way he comes from an orphan background from Muggle London in the lead up and during WWII and grew up around non-stop death and slipped through the cracks

The way he killed one muggleborn student by accident and then immediately regretted it and uno reverse carded Hagrid when he found out they were gonna shut the school.

The way he only wanted one thing, immortality. Literally just hand this kid a philosophers stone and he probably would’ve never killed anyone.

The way he doesn’t even seem to relish torture or killing. I don’t think it bothers him at all, I think it’s a mix of apathy and fascination. He enjoys studying it up close because he’s so scared of it, enjoys the feeling of it not being him, and I think he doesn’t care about having to do it but I also don’t think he derives much joy from it.

The fact that the only people he seems to enjoy hurting are his own pureblood followers.

The way that he picked Harry as the chosen one, and as Dumbledore says, it’s because of some kind of self-identification, but also because he recognised that as a half-blood, Harry would be oppressed under his regime and would be a greater threat to him, would likely be some kind of freedom fighter, whereas Neville, the pureblood, would grow up favoured by the status quo.

The way that if he was say, a pureblood Black who had access to ancient magic and wealth, would probably have just been a hermit who tinkered away to make himself immortal, and only really started killing in the service of this goal (horcruxes).

The fact that he has no appetite for politics, never inserts himself when the ministry is being run by his death eaters in Hallows. He’s not particularly Machiavellian, or even cunning. He has Snape, Barty, Bellatrix, Quirrell and Peter for that. Most of his plans are either someone else’s idea or total crap.

The way he could’ve been any other house more so than slytherin. He’s power hungry but not in a slytherin way, more in a gryffindor, self aggrandising way (Dumbledores the real Machiavellian cunning ambitious slytherin but let’s not go there) he’s also very brute strength will solve the problem like a gryffindor, values bravery and disdains the weak and cowardly (wormtail) He’s super into magical experimentation and thirsty for knowledge like a ravenclaw, again very smart but not cunning. And he values loyalty and hard work (again look at the way he treats wormtail) and is very single-minded like a hufflepuff. He doesn’t really line up with the slytherin traits other than ambition (although I’d argue he wasn’t ambitious, just extremely motivated to meet one specific goal - be immortal) after all he could’ve gone into the ministry and chose not to, because he has a problem with authority and the system- like a gryffindor. But he’s evil and he talks to snakes so he HAS to be a slytherin.

He literally wanted to be a professor

Bonus: the fact that he would’ve probably stopped trying to kill Harry if he found out he was a horcrux, since the destruction of his horcruxes is one of his biggest fears. So if Dumbledore had leaked that information to him through snape Harry would’ve probably been spared, but Dumbledore fully sacrificed him in service of killing Voldemort.

He’s just so interesting.

#yes I think Peter is cunning #he was a marauder and not for nothing #Tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle meta #Voldemort #harry potter meta #peter pettigrew

[goldcnfish]

🐈‍⬛ han taesan : the truth.

genre : slight angst, romance, bfau, fem!reader cw : mental health (depression), suggestive content, sloppy kissing, playful teasing

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you and taesan have been dating since senior year of high school. over the past 3 years, you two have grown closer than ever, being able to tell each other anything. although you were extroverted, taesan was the opposite. he was more inward than outward.

but lately, taesan has been a bit secretive than usual. and maybe even aloof. you’d ask him what was the matter multiple times, but all he did was give you sharp answers like “i’m fine” and “it’s nothing”.

you could read your boyfriend like the back of your hand, and knew that something was troubling him. you just wanted to find out what it was, if he’d ever tell you.

since taesan was at the library with a couple of close friends, you didn’t have a chance to ask what was going on.

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arriving home, taesan walked through the door, but instead of greeting you like usual, he just brushed past you and swept upstairs to the bedroom.

you’d had enough, and walked upstairs to the room to see taesan sitting at his desk, on his laptop, working on beats. he had a love for music, specifically producing and writing.

“dongmin?”

you called his name, but he didn’t respond. he had his headphones on, yet you looked down at the cord to see them not being plugged into anything.

okay. now he’s deliberately ignoring you. — remaining calm and trying to understand him, you tapped his shoulder. “dongmin, seriously, talk to me. something’s bothering you. i can tell.”

like before, he says, “it’s nothing,” before abruptly getting up and walking to the bathroom with a towel, presumably to take a shower.

you shook your head at him. you were going to get through to him, one way or another.

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coming back into the room, taesan sat back at his desk, starting to work on his music again.

he looked tense, so you walked over to him and began massaging his shoulders. “babe, please. talk to me.”

“i’m fine, y/n. leave me alone.” taesan said in a curt manner, not bothering to pay you any attention. he was too focused on whatever he was doing on his computer.

you sighed. maybe it was best to give him some space, so you just gave up and walked downstairs. you grabbed a bowl and spoon from the dishwater and made you some cereal, despite it being 5:42pm.

you sat on the couch, turning on some tv. you frequently glanced at the stairs expecting taesan to come down at some point, but he never did.

thinking to yourself, why was he being like this? did something happen? did you do something wrong? it didn’t make any sense.

an idea popped into your brain. you took your phone and began to call taesan’s best and closest friend: kim leehan. you were also pretty close to him.

in a casual tone, he answers, “hello?”

“donghyun, i need your help. it’s about dongmin.”

“y/n? what’s wrong?” his tone of voice instantly changed from casual to worried. “did something happen to him?”

“that’s what i’m trying to find out. this past week, he’s been acting so aloof and distant. i keep asking what’s wrong, and he never gives me an answer. do you know?” you asked.

“he was acting the same way at the library today. usually, he’s always talkative when he’s with me, but he was both unusually silent and was staring into space a lot. i’ve done the same thing. never opens up. something’s going on with him, though. without a doubt.” leehan replied.

“agreed. hey, thanks for answering. i’m going to try and talk to him again.”

“no problem. make sure he’s okay, y/n.” leehan said, and the phone hangs up.

you put down your phone and marched upstairs to the bedroom, about to reason with him once more, but your heart immediately sank the moment you saw the view in front of you.

taesan was on the floor, crying. sobbing. weeping. his head was buried in his knees, as if he knew you would walk in. he didn’t want you to see him cry.

you’ve seen him cry before, but never this hard. it was heart-wrenching.

slowly kneeling down, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder. “dongmin… hey, what’s wrong?”

he raised his head up, eyes bloodshot red, cheeky puffy. he must’ve been crying for a little. you wanted to take him and put him in your pocket.

“it’s… nothing—”

“please don’t say it’s nothing. something is wrong, honey. i can’t do anything if you don’t talk to me.” you sat next to him, making sure to give him your undivided attention to show you were ready to listen.

taesan let out a shaky sigh, wiping his eyes. “look… i’m sorry for the way i’ve been behaving. it’s just… i’ve been having a lot of internal issues.”

“like what?”

finally, he told you the truth, even if it hurt to say.

“my depression’s been spiraling a bit. a few days ago, i got verbally assaulted by my mom for wanting to be in the music industry when i graduate college, and not in the medical industry. i’m sorry for pushing you away. i should’ve just told you.”

when taesan revealed the reason behind his cold behavior, your first instinct was to pull him into a hug. a mother not supporting her child’s dreams. you’ve heard of stories like that before.

all you did was whisper soft words to him, and rubbed his back, reassuring him that everything was okay. you didn’t want him to stress himself out so much.

you cupped taesan’s face. “remember, i’m your girlfriend, but i’m also your confidante. you can talk to me about everything and i won’t tell a soul unless you say so. and vise versa.”

taesan cracked a small smile at that.

“bigger smile.” you said, tugging at the corners of his lips to form a wider smile. he rolled his eyes and a genuine smile appeared on his face. “now, what exactly were you doing on your computer earlier?”

“working on some music. here, take a listen.” taesan walked over to his desk and played a beat for you.

at the shift of the subject, you could tell his face was quickly softening. his red eyes were dissipating, returning to their normal white. he was smiling more and more by the second. you felt relieved. you hated seeing him sad, just as he hated seeing you sad.

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now, you and taesan were on the bed, listening to some songs he wrote about you. you both had an airpod in one of your ears.

“baby, can i ask you something?” taesan asked, looking at you. he took out the airpod. must’ve been serious.

“anything.”

he sits up so you can hear him better. “can i kiss you?”

with a smirk, you raised an eyebrow. “dongmin, do you seriously have to ask to kiss me?”

“well… i mean, yeah. consent.”

you chuckled at his consideration. “yes. you can kiss me, babe.”

he smiled, but that sweet smile turned into a flirty smirk. he swiftly got on top of you.

“oh, so you’re not feeling down anymore, huh? you’re in the mood?”

“yes. thanks to you. you really know how to cheer a guy up.” taesan says, pecking your forehead. “now… do you mind if i cheer you up in a specific way?”

“and what are you implying, dongmin?”

“let me kiss you more so you can find out.” at last, taesan’s lips found their way towards yours. from how calm he usually was, you expected it to be a loving, tender kiss.

it was anything but.

the kiss was wet and sloppy, basically a full-blown make-out session. you two were making certain audible sounds. it was unbelievably hot.

taesan broke the kiss apart for a second, a smile stretching, then he kissed you once again, hands gently sliding up the bottom of your shirt.

you whispered against his lips, “your hands are wandering, baby.”

“so? not like there’s anything i haven’t seen underneath these clothes of yours.” he began burying his face in your neck. “you put on that same vanilla perfume, didn’t you?”

“of course i did.”

“good. it suits you.” taesan rasped, and began leaving love marks on your neck. you couldn’t help but moan, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

“keep kissing my neck and this might lead to something.” you said with a grin, trying to control your eyes about to roll in the back of your head.

“thought that was what you were going for.”

“it is. continue.” you said, and pulled him into another steamy kiss. as you two had yet another make out session, taesan lifted the sheets over your heads, initiating a very sensual time between you two.

you were glad to have each other, to be able to talk about anything with each other, to do anything with each other.

a/n: please never forget — if you’re going through something, you aren’t alone 🫶🏻

#han taesan oneshots #han taesan imagines #han dongmin #taesan x reader #bnd romance #bonedo #bnd imagines #onedoor #bnd pics

[mewhenimanangel]

—synopsis. you finally perform the solo you’d been practicing for the last three months. eren is sure to show up for you

—chapter 8 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚content!: au-high school, teenage romance, black reader, ballet dancer reader, cheesy romance, idiots in love

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"you did what?!" lana whisper-yelled, scolding you as you stretched on the barre. you told her about how you blew off eren's date and told him off monday morning. she asked you how you and eren were doing since she hasn't seen you guys together all week.

you told her about how painfully awkward math class was. for the first time since sitting with each other, you and eren spent the entire lesson focused on mr ryan and writing down the notes. you even moved your self over a bit so to not bump against him.

"is this because of your dad?" lana asked. you rolled your eyes, she knew you too well. during your depressive episodes, lana was the one person you never successfully pushed away. she would show up to your house with snacks and a stuffed animal she thought you would like, your room was growing a collection at this point.

she would then spend the night with you in your bed so you weren't alone.

"maybe it is" you told her as you changed positions according to mrs jaeger's instructions.

"dude. i'm sorry but you can't keep doing this" she scoffed. "what? don't tell me how to cope with my feelings" you got a little defensive.

"you can't be serious." lana deadpanned "girls. focus." mrs jaeger said. "we're not done with this conversation" she whispered.

once mrs jaeger was done with practice, you joined lana at your designated spot in the room.

"listen i know how you get but eren didn't deserve that. he actually really likes you" she chugged her water before continuing "the fact that he even came up to you proves that. don't shut him out."

"fine you're right that he doesn't deserve it but..i think we might as well just leave it there. the show's in a week and i've been slacking off. plus i saw that he followed historia on ig again" you scoffed.

"okay that part is weird. but you can't be upset when you're the one that literally told him to go back to her. that's literally your fault"

"ugh shut up it's not like i meant for him to literally do it." "relax, i don't think they're back together. it's just a follow. connie would've told me if they did get back together"

"ugh i guess you're right" you sighed, grabbing your duffel bag. "practice?" she asked and you nod your head.

"you want me to come back to take you home?" she asked you. "nah it's fine i'll call my mom" you left the room.

you looked down at your phone for a second before you managed to bump into someone. "sorr- oh." annie cut herself off when she saw you.

you rolled your eyes before beginning to walk away. "so how are you?" she put on a phony apologetic voice. "what do you mean?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"well rumor has it that you and eren are done and he's back with historia. that's gotta hurt doesn't it?" she frowned. "i wonder if mrs jaeger is gonna give me the solo now that you've broken her poor son's heart after slutting yourself out"

"...annie do you fucking hear yourself?  whatever the fuck i have going on has nothing to do with you or this solo. i never got the solo because i was talking to eren, i got it cause i'm actually a good dancer and i know how to do a basic fucking spin." you scoffed.

you put your earbuds in and walked away before she could say anything else. it's like everything in your life was just trying to test you this last week.

you spent the next two hours perfecting your solo and going over your parts in the recital.

unbeknownst to you, eren was out in the hallway watching. he subconsciously stopped outside the room when he was going to ask his mom for the keys to the house again.

eren wondered why you even still bothered with these long practices when every move you did while practicing was perfect. it was kind of silly to him. you spun around and eren quickly ducked past the window he was creeping from.

you furrowed your eyebrows, swearing you'd just seen someone standing there.

by this point you were starving, tired, and developing a headache so you decided it was best to call it a night, calling your mom to tell her you were done. you stumbled out of your pointe shoes and changed into the slides you'd brought with you earlier, putting on a pair of sweats over your shorts.

ʚɞ listen to cherry!

you were practically hyperventilating backstage. today was show day, meaning all the dance recitals including your solo. you were so nervous you felt your heart would drop out of your chest.

"dude relax, it's okay. you're gonna do amazing!" lana threw her arm around you. "yeah for real, we've all seen the way you practiced you're gonna do so fucking good" your friend kailee nod her head.

so far you had danced in your hiphop performance, your class's contemporary piece and your solo was coming up after the next performance, you would be closing the recital.

you were currently dressed in a garnet red backless leotard that had a ruffled skirt like hem, white pantyhose, and a pair of white leg warmers.

your hair was slicked back in the tightest bun with a red peony hairpiece while lana helped you with your makeup after you ended up running a little late this morning. "you actually look perfect" kailee handed you a mirror.

"y/n i hope you're stretched, you're up in two minutes!" mrs jaeger came up to you. your heart dropped all over again hearing those words.

lana and kailee squealed as you got up from the ground and started heading closer to the stage.

you took deep breaths as you waited for the school director to announce your name and you walked out on to stage, waiting for the music to start.

you gracefully danced along to the song, making sure the three months of long and intense practices were evident in the way you move.

you were running on adrenaline, making your body shake before you subconsciously shut the audience out and focused on your movements.

you sharpened every kick, graced every pirouette and every spin, matched your movements with the beat and lyrics of the song.

you pretended there wasn't a crowd of people - which was easy due to the dim lights in the auditorium, you pretended it was just you in the room, you pretended it was just you practicing in front of eren while he sat on the floor of the studio and watched your every move.

you wanted to make every move perfect just for him, even if he wasn't there in the crowd. you couldn't but relate the song to your situation with him as you passionately matched the energy of the song. 'I fall to pieces when I'm with you (why?) Cause I love you so much' you memorized those lyrics throughout your practices, you dragged your right leg back behind you as you bent your body back, lowering your self to the ground to match the dramatics of the music.

you looked into the audience, tripping every so slightly when you saw eren looking back at you. he was in the front row with connie, elbows on the armrests as he held his hands in front of his mouth, studying your every move intently. 

eren had memorized these moves and knew the dance was almost over. his gaze never left you and he noticed how your foot slipped when your eyes met his. but you managed to catch yourself, he loved that about you, you always seemed to find a way to get back up.

once you heard the last beat of the song that you'd become familiar with in the last three months you ended your dance in a pose - laying sideways on the floor with one arm holding you up and the other draped over your head, your eyes didn't leave eren's as you tried to hide your heavy breaths.

you tuned back in once you heard everyone in the audience begin to clap and cheer for you. you got up from the ground, smiled, and curtseyed before leaving the stage as the curtains closed.

once you were back stage, lana and kailee hugged you and began jumping around and squealing.

"i don't know WHY you were nervous that has to be the best performance of the whole show" lana praised you. "yeah seriously everything was perfect" kailee nod her head. the other girls back stage clapped along for you too.

mrs jaeger came over to the three of you clapping her hands before reaching out to hug you. "that was beautiful y/n! i knew i made the right decision making you my soloist. every last move was so graceful, even when you tripped and made it look as though it was part of the routine" she told you.

"thank you mrs jaeger" you smiled. "such a beautiful end to such an amazing recital. you all did wonderful jobs this evening i am truly proud. everyone give yourselves a round of applause"

after taking a group picture, you all went to the dressing rooms to grab your things and meet your families in the auditorium.

you grabbed your duffel bag and put on your sneakers. "we ate every performance up oh my goddd" lana squealed as you walked to join the crowd in the audience. on the way there you bumped into mina and annie who rolled her eyes when she saw you.

"nice performance. you looked somewhat decent" she sighed. "thanks" you scoffed before walking away with lana.

for some reason it hit you hard that this would be your last performance, it was almost bittersweet. "can't believe we're leaving this place after this year" lana sighed as you entered the auditorium.

"it's crazy we're literally graduating.."

you scanned the audience for your mom before she turned around, smiling as she made her way to you. "ohhh my baby. you did so good, it was beautiful! and you had the audacity to be nervous like you weren't gonna blow the crowd away!" she hugged you and bobbed from side to side.

"you liked it?" you smiled. "i loved it!" she cheered as she gave you the bouquet of pink peonies. "yeah you actually looked really good" enya chimed in. "thanks kid" you smiled as you brought her in for a side hug.

"ohhh and lana you looked amazing up there sweetie" she pulled your friend into a hug. "every chasse every spin every move ugh you girls are perfect. you keep me young" your mom pulled you into the group hug.

"thank you so much mrs l/n" lana grinned. "oh hang on i'll see you guys later i see my dad" she told you as you all said goodbye.

mrs jaeger came over to you and your mom to congratulate you and praise your work to your mom. "she's such a wonderful dancer, i'm going to miss her next year" she turned to smile at you. "i'll always visit" you smiled.

the four of you turned around when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. your heart sank when you saw eren standing there. he wore a black polo shirt and baggy black jeans.

your mom and mrs jaeger each other a look "sweetie i'll be outside okay?" your mom told you as they stepped away.

"hey" eren stepped closer to you, reaching for a hug. "hi" you threw your arm around him pulling him into the embrace.

"you looked amazing up there" he pulled away to look at your outfit.

eren didn't tell you he was gonna be at the recital but connie brought him along.

watching you dance was always nice but watching you dance your heart out on stage was just so beautiful and encapsulating. eren couldn't get enough of you. everything about you was so graceful and beautiful all the time.

he knew he had to see you once you were done, but he was nervous considering the two of you hadn't spoken much in the last two weeks. he was shocked you even hugged him.

"thank you, did you like my solo?" you grinned. "it was fucking amazing. i don't know what you were so scared of, those practices definitely paid off." he smiled.

"they definitely did" you nod your head, a friendly gesture. "thanks for coming, i didn't think you would" you told him.

"of course i would, i was with you so much when you practiced i had to come see the final product" he smirked as he bumped your shoulder.

your mom came up behind you and put her hand on your shoulder. "hi, i'm y/n's mom" she smiled as she put her hand out for eren to shake. "hi it's nice to meet you, i'm eren" he told her.

"oh well it's nice to finally put a face to the name, i've heard so much about you" she told him and your face dropped when you realized what she meant. eren looked at you with a cocky grin on his face and you smiled before rolling your eyes.

"well it was really nice meeting you but we're gonna have to head out if we wanna make those dinner reservations" your mom turned to you. "oh right" you looked back at eren.

"seriously thanks for coming" you hugged him again and his hands lingered on your waist for a beat longer than they should've.

"of course, i'll see you later" he waved to you and your mom.

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