#(and totally not because of the cute guy who sits behind the counter and makes sarcastic comments about everything)

[bibiwrld]

Nerdy Loser Anakin Skywalker!—First meet!

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Content: 18+ (Minors DNI!)

Author’s note: I’m super fixated on Anakin Skywalker/Hayden Christensen right now and @nymphomatique nerdy Miguel O’Hara works inspired this. You can send asks about Anakin in this college au 🫶🏾💋

Anakin Skywalker. That name sorta rang a bell to Sydnee, she wasn’t all that familiar with him. He was in one or two of her classes, but they’ve never interacted. He was a friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend’s cousin— so he wasn’t exactly her friend, just knew of him. It’s not like he was popular around campus, he was more introverted, kept to himself, extremely intelligent, and he was a well known tutor to many. As introverted as he was, Sydnee would see him at parties, just sitting, whether it was a kitchen counter, couch, even the floor, and sometimes he’d have a book, just reading.

‘Why did he bring a book to a party?’ Sydnee would think to herself. ‘Who brought him to this party?’

Sometimes, that friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, who was Anakin’s cousin, would talk about Anakin.

“His mom, my aunt, wants him to make friends and stuff, so she makes me drag him to all the parties I go to.” His cousin, Chloe, said with rolled eyes, her words a bit slurred. “And my mom says she’ll stop sending me money if I don’t bring him along, so I really don’t have a choice.”

He’d rather be home reading his book and it was never the same book she’d see him reading every time she saw him.

‘He must be a fast reader.’ She thought to herself.

“He seems nice.” Sydnee said, downing her 3rd drink.

“Oh yeah, he is, total sweetheart.” Chloe smiled, glancing back at him. “Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

He sat on an old couch, reading, not paying attention to his surroundings, pushing up his glasses every 10 minutes.

Sydnee leaned off the wall. “He’s pretty cute too.”

“Ew, seriously?” Her other friend of a friend, June, dragged out.

Sydnee screwed up her face at the comment.“What?”

“That nerdy loser? Really?” June laughed.

“Not too much on him.” Sydnee rose a brow and put a hand out in his defense.

“Right, he’s my cousin and he’s not ugly.” Chloe added.

“Dear God.” June mumbled to herself and drank to silence herself.

Sydnee looked to Chloe.“I’m gonna get him a drink, I assume he doesn’t drink alcohol.”

“Hates it.” Chloe nodded.

“Got it.” Sydnee said before walking to the kitchen.

There weren’t much options for sodas, it was between that nasty Ginger Ale bold or Coke, and she went with Coke. She began pouring the drink into a red plastic cup, the sounds of kissing and moaning getting louder behind her.

They were all over each other, messily kissing and licking each other, the guy put the girl on the kitchen counter, spilling the drinks in the red cups that people left there, making a complete mess of the place.

‘God, when was the last time I got laid?’

She sighed. She almost fucked the captain of the rugby team, but he was so insufferable, she couldn’t bare another second of him talking about how he’s never been with a black girl before and that he wasn’t racist because his best friend was black.

She didn’t even make another attempt with any other guy after that.

Sydnee ignored the two behind her and put the cover back on the Coke and picked up the cup, making her way to Anakin.

She sat beside him, leaving a small space between them. “I got you a drink.”

Anakin looked up from his book for the first time that night, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He bookmarked the page and looked curiously at the drink. “I don’t drink.”

His voice was so gentle, but deep. Smooth like silk.

“It’s Coke, I didn’t slip anything in it.” She told him, hoping he would actually take it.

He gave a small smile, taking the cup from her grasp. “Thank you.”

She smiled back. “You’re welcome, I’m Sy–”

“S-sydnee, I know.” He said, removing the cup from his lips.

“Oh? You know of me?”

“Ye-yes, you’re pretty…..popular!” He caught himself in the last second, he was getting lost in her deep brown orbs. “You’re friends with my cousin and people talk about you.”

She grew curious. “What do they say about me?”

Anakin cleared his throat, holding the cup with both hands. “Uh..well pretty inappropriate thi-things.” He glanced between her and his cup. “I rather not repeat them. I-I didn’t say anything inappropriate about you though!”

He fully turned his body towards her, hoping she would believe him.

She sighed, knowing it was guys talking about how bad they wanted her in their bed. “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t.”

He sighed in relief. “By the way, I’m Anak–”

“Anakin, I know.” She smirked. “Your cousin told me.”

It meant a lot to Anakin that she knew his name. “Oh.” Was all he could muster with a huge smile on his face. He could feel the heat rising in his face, taking a sip of the soda to hide his face from Sydnee.

“So what’re you reading?” She pointed to the book on his lap.

He perked up. He loved books, reading, talking about them, everything about books. “It’s—”

He was rudely interrupted by some guy who came from behind the couch, putting both hands on Sydnee’s shoulders. “Hey sexy, you haven’t answered my snaps, I promise a good time.”

Anakin grew uncomfortable at the sight before him, the way his disgusting hands pressed into her skin, and how close his lips were to her face. Anakin wanted to say something.

“Can you get your fucking hands off me?” She swatted his hands, turning around to face him. “Don’t snap me anymore, I clearly don’t answer. Now leave me alone.”

“Seriously?” The guy had the audacity to say as if he weren’t wrong.

“Sh-she said leave her alone.” Anakin suddenly said, standing up to face the guy, the couch being the only thing separating them. Anakin didn’t even he have the guts to do that, surprising himself with his own actions.

Sydnee look up at Anakin, she’s never seen him angry before, he was always reserved.

The guy scoffed. “You got this loser to protect you?”

“Fuck off, try me again and I’ll fucking cut you.” She stood beside Anakin. “That’s a fucking promise.”

The guy glared at the two before storming off.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, Anakin.” She sighed, turning to Anakin. She didn’t realize how much taller he was than her, it almost caught her off guard.

Anakin picked up his book and placed his half empty cup on a nearby table. “It’s..uh– okay.”

“Thanks for standing up for me as well, really cool of you.” Her smile was so bright and so cute to Anakin.

How could a guy ever treat her less than what she’s worth?

“It-it was nothing, really.” He smiled shyly, playing with the loose strands of his hair.

She smiled, then frowned seeing that he was probably uncomfortable about the entire situation. “You probably want to go home now, huh?”

He nodded.

“I’ll look for Chloe—”

He grabbed her hand before she could walk away, then quickly let go. “Uh sorry..she usually gets a ride with some guy or a friend, she’ll be okay. Do you want a ride back to your..dorm?”

Sydnee’s eyes brightened up at his kind gesture. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiled at her answer, then walked out of this party with Sydnee by his side. They made small talk walking to his car, he kindly opened the car door for her, made sure she had on her seatbelt before he started driving, he even walked her to the door of her dorm. She thought that was so cute and kind of him.

She dug in her purse in search of her dorm key, while Anakin stood there waiting for her to go in safely.

“Shit.” She put her back against the wall and slowly slid down.

Anakin was now alert. “What’s wrong?” His voice laced with concern, crouching down to her. “Are you okay?”

She was beginning to feel a headache. Slowly rubbing her temples, she answered him. “I lost my damn key, and maintenance is closed for the night.”

“What time is your roommate coming back?” He looked at both sides of the empty hall.

“Monday.” She groaned into her hands. “She’s out of town for the weekend.”

He bit his bottom lip and pushed his glasses up. “W-would you like to stay at..my apartment for the night?”

She silently brought her head up to him.

“It’s..not that far from the campus, I-I promise!” He reassured her quickly.

She flashed a small smile and chuckled lightly. “I would love that, Anakin. You’re so kind.”

He smiled at her compliment. His heart was beating so fast at such simple words, he felt so pathetic.

They were at his apartment in no time, about a 10 minute drive from campus.

He must’ve been loaded, his apartment was huge.

Anakin locked the door behind Sydnee while she took off her shoes and looked around his insanely neat apartment. Then there was his massive bookshelf against the wall of his living room, with awards, pictures and books, lots and lots of books.

“Wow, you bring all the girls here?” She smirked, following behind him.

“N-no, just you…and sometimes Chloe when she’s too drunk to go home on her own or doesn’t have a ride .” He pulled off his hoodie, throwing it over the couch and revealing his muscular arms.

‘He’s fucking built.’ She stared at his biceps from behind.

That hoodie was hiding everything.

“Th-this is my room.” He opened the door to reveal his room. It was neat, just like every other part of his apartment, but there were books scattered across his bed.

He rushed to his bed, picking up all the books, clearly embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry!” He stacked them neatly on the floor, looking back at Sydnee with shame. “I wasn’t expecting guests.”

She stepped in and looked around. “It’s okay.”

“You can sit on the bed, do you still have a headache?”

She sat softly on his bed. “I do.”

“I’ll make you some tea.” He scratched his head, before walking out quickly.

Sydnee smiled to herself and pulled her phone to watch TikToks to pass the time.

In no time, Anakin came back with a cup of tea and aspirin.

After drinking some, Sydnee put the cup on his side table, not without a coaster of course. “You didn’t get to tell me about the book you were reading.”

He sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “Oh..you remembered.” He fixed his glasses and looked at her. “It’s called The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Do you want to hear about it?” His captivating blue orbs searched her face. “I don’t want to bore you.”

She got closer to him, making him stiffen and his heart pang against his chest. “You’re not gonna bore me, Anakin.” She blinked slowly, her eyes scanning him. “I like hearing you talk, you have a nice voice.”

His lips parted, but no words left it. His dick began stiffening, he couldn’t control his body.

“Are you okay?” Her head tilted.

That head tilt, that fucking head tilt. Anakin’s brain was scrambling before this girl. She could probably see the gears in his head stop moving as he froze up. His dick strained against the fabric of his underwear and jeans.

“Uh..” He finally let out, pressing his thighs together. “You’re so pretty, I’m sorry.”

She blinked, then smiled at his innocent compliment. “Don’t be sorry, Anakin. I think you’re cute.”

He gulped, staring into her alluring eyes. “Th-thank you.”

“I should really repay you for tonight.” Her eyes glanced down at his erection that he so desperately tried to hide.

“Y-you don’t have to..honest.” His chest rose and fell dramatically. He knew where she was going with this and what a lie he was telling her.

“You sure?” She pouted and went on her knees in front of him.

Anakin blushed furiously, biting his pink and plump bottom lip and stared down at Sydnee. “N-no.”

“You’re so honest.” She put her hands on his thighs, slowly rubbing them.

“Ye-yeah.” He hummed.

“You ever got head before?” She pulled her braids into a ponytail.

“N-no.”

“Cute.” She murmured, unbuckling his pants. “Tell me about the book, Ani.”

He got dizzy at the sudden nickname, his face a new shade of red. “I– He..uh..”

“Breathe.” She commanded, as she started to pull his boxers and jeans down.

He tried regulating his breathing and raised his hips to help her with taking off his pants. They were now dangling at his ankles, his dick standing at attention, veiny, pre cum oozing out and running down his shaft.

Sydnee eyed his lower half. His balls were so big and full, then his pubic hairs were neatly trimmed, and his dick, oh how big it was, twitching under her seductive stare.

“The book, Ani.” She gave his balls a squeeze.

A pathetic moan ripped from his throat.

“Oh wow.” She cooed, rubbing his sticky tip with her finger. “Ani?”

His body twitched, answering with a moan.

“I wanna hear about the book.” She began stroking him slowly.

His hands gripped his sheets, head hanging low as he tried to gather words. “It’s…ah— it’s about a man.”

Her wet mouth made contact with his tip, gradually taking in more of him until she met with the base.

“Oh fuck—ngh!” He couldn’t believe how loud he was.

Her cheeks hollowed to make her mouth feel tighter, bobbing at slow pace for him. She hummed at the taste of his pre cum. One hand on his thigh, squeezing it—her nails sinking into his skin and her other hands massaged his balls.

“W-wait!” He pat the bed with both hands.

She pulled off his dick, wiping her mouth and wondered what she did wrong.

He turned around and grabbed a pillow, resting it on the floor. “H-here, for..your knees.”

In Sydnee’s eyes, that made him 10x more attractive. She put her knees on the soft surface and immediately got back to work. She got sloppy and fast, squeezing her thighs together– she was getting off on getting him off.

“Sydnee!” He cried out. His head was thrown back, a babbling mess before her. “Oh fuck, b-baby!”

That made me her go even faster. Gagging and throating him messily, tears formed at the corner of her eyes. She could feel her ponytail coming undone, but Anakin’s strong hands held it in one for her, as he began thrusting his hips upwards.

“S-Sydnee.” He moaned out, putting both hands on the side of her face and pulling her off to look her in the eyes.

She looked up at him in a daze, saliva running down her chin.

‘Fuck.’ Was all that ran through his hazy mind.

Anakin craned his neck down to her, his lips capturing hers desperately. He’s never kissed anyone in his life, he didn’t even know if he was doing this right, but he just wanted to taste her.

She moaned into his mouth, her hand slowly stroking him.

He pulled away, gritting his teeth and looking into her pretty doe eyes. “I– I think— I’m gonna cum!”

Her eyes brightened up at his words, her brows creasing with his as if she could feel everything he was feeling. “Yes Ani, you’re right there. Let it out for me!”

His legs began shaking, his voice went up and octave, releasing thick spurts of cum all over Sydnee’s clothes, but she kept stroking, using his cum as lube.

“Syd, please!” His hips thrusted into her fist, fucking himself so desperately. “F-fuck— ah!”

She praised him, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You did so well.”

He breathed heavily, looking down at the mess he made on her. He stood to his feet immediately and pulled his pants up, almost tripping himself.

“Y-your clothes!”

Sydnee could only laugh.

“I-I’m so sorry.” He took his glasses off and wiped his face.

In that split second he took his glasses off, Sydnee’s flood gates broke loose.

“You should..uh.” His breathing was so shallow as he tried collecting himself. “You should take the first shower, I’ll wash your clothes, I’ll give you one of my shirts to wear for the night.” He helped her up.

She kissed his cheek. “Thanks Ani.”

Anakin swore fireworks went off in his head.

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[lxm-memories]

ahh I saw requests were open so I was wondering if you could write HCs for luxiem boys turned into their respective animals somehow by accident (like Mysta=fox, shu=penguin LOL) and the reader finding them, realizing it's them and proceeding to take care of them until finding a way to turn them back? it's oddly specific ':) so if not that totally okay!!

the boys turned into an animal w/ luxiem

✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]

✧ content: fluffy headcanons, shu being in every headcanon because he's the catalyst to this disaster, some boys being jealous over the affection they get as animals but not as humans lmao - overall softness

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: omg anon your brain. i do not know when the headcanons became 9 points each, but i hope you guys don't mind. everything was nice and cute until vox part came up, i don't know what the hell happened there so be a witness to my brain coming to a halt as i wrote his part.

✧ Did not expect to turn into a penguin when he first started to toy around with his newly developed magical formulas and spells.

✧ Is what he's trying to explain to you, but when all you can hear and see is just the desperate flapping of flippers and quacks coming from what you presume is your boyfriend you can only blink down at him with a whisper of his name, "Shu... Please don't tell me that the penguin I'm looking at right now is you."

✧ When said penguin goes stiff as a board before trying to shake its head, you let out another sigh before crouching down to his level, "So, please do tell me there's a time limit to this spell? Assuming you haven't accidentally managed to curse yourself to forever be a penguin until you get a true love's kiss? I'm not particulary fond of kissing a penguin, ya know."

✧ He lets out quite the loud squeak in what you can only assume is an offensive hoot, "Oh you cannot be offended at me right now, first of all, how can I even kiss you with that beak of yours? Second of all, when I asked if you would love me if I was a worm you only stared at me and told me that I would just be a worm at that point!" you huff with a pout, bringing a hand up to stroke his soft head. "So? Will I be able to wake up to your naked, but human body next to me tomorrow if time passes or are you going to make me call a certain witch to ask for help?" you ask softly.

✧ And perhaps it's because of how worried you genuinely sound now, but the penguin (which is also your boyfriend, but at the moment you can't see anything but a penguin) tilts its head before ducking beneath your arm to rub its cheek against your side. Ah, even as a penguin your boyfriend will still try to comfort you.

✧ Smiling, you heave the penguin onto your lap before wrapping your arms around it's oval stature, continuing to pet the soft matted fur. "Mmm, thanks Shu. But also, please quack once if the spell will eventually pass on its own or quack twice if I need to call Millie." and like the good boyfriend turned penguin he is, Shu obeys your request and quacks once.

✧ And with that confirmed you try to get back to your daily life, but while recording Shu who has taken every advantage of being a penguin to do things that he wouldn't do as a human. Like gliding on the floor instead of walking, to which you have numerous videos of because even you could tell your sorcerer had the time of his life with the friction. And instead of sitting on the kitchen stools, he would instead just stand in all his penguin glory on the counter, quacking back at you when you told him to still hold some sort of decency.

✧ When you open your eyes the next morning to see Shu's bare back and a very much human hand rub the back of his neck however? You almost cry tears of relief. And when Shu feels your fingertips graze his lower back, he turns around to give you a smile, a smile that dies down quickly when he sees the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, "Hey, hey, hey," he murmurs, dipping back down to the bed to cradle your face, "Why are you already tearing up? I thought you enjoyed seeing me as a penguin and being silly?"

✧ You only reply by wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into the crook of his neck, sighing upon feeling the warmth of his body against yours, "It was enjoyable and fun yeah, because I also knew you would turn back so I didn't need to worry. But I wouldn't be able to hug you and feel you like this if you stayed like a penguin," you say, pressing yourself closer to Shu who just ran his fingers back and down the spine of your back, "Let alone kiss you," you murmur quickly, Shu letting out a laugh at that, "You're so needy, I was only in that form for a day," he remarks, pulling away to instead lean his face closer to yours, breath fanning across your lips. "But want me to help you remember how my actual body feels like against yours then?"

✧ ".... I don't remember owning a cat," you say after a few minutes of silence, still staring at the cat who was very much staring back at you with wide eyes. Shu fiddling his thumbs at the side while looking everywhere, but at you. "Unless that cat is someone I know very well," you drawl out, eyeing the sorcerer.

✧ "Please don't tell me that's Ike," you speak with a smile, gathering the cat up who was very pliant in your arms and rubbing your noise against theirs. "That is Ike," Shu confirms and you let out a laugh, "I'm not even going to ask how or why it came to this, so just answer me this one question, Shu," cradling Ike in your arms before turning to his friend, "How long can I keep him in this form?" and with that you hear a surprised meow and a quick scratch to your arm.

✧ "Ikey ~ Ike, my goodest, sweetest novelist boyfriend, why don't you crawl out from the couch and into your lovers arms? We haven't vaccumed there in weeks so it must be dusty, hmm?" bending down to peek at the gap, you stifle a laugh at the glare your boyfriend turned cat gives you.

✧ To which your only response is a hiss. Well, it was a very valid reaction being that you had gushed over how cute he is in that cat form to Shu after the sorcerer had told you how long it would take before the spell would be undone. Cuddling and kissing Ike all over his small cat frame for what he felt like was hours on end. He did not know you were such a cat person.

✧ Or maybe it was because it was him? Just as a cat? He assumes that's the reason, but your affection is starting to wear him out, "Ikey, please come out?" his ears perk up when he hears the sad tone to your voice, turning his head around to be come face to face with your downturned lips formed into a pout.

✧ Oh dear god this must be some sort of cat sense inside him, because he knows he would usually be able to brush off your fake attempts to get something out of him - but right now it feels like doom is upon him and the world will end if he doesn't come to your side right this instant.

✧ So he lets out a small purr, crawling over to you from underneath the couch and shaking his body from any dust that has accumulated upon his grey fur before pawing at your knee. His need to scratch you however comes back at full force when you tackle him into another hug, Ike hissing at the sheer force you pulled him in with.

✧ You're greeted by the sight of Ike's bare arms the next morning, blinking a few times before your gaze redirects themselves to stare into your lovers green hues. A soft smile grazes your lips, "Welcome back, Ike! How was your day of being a cat? Oh, are you hungry? If I remember I'm supposed to make breakfast today, so how about I-" as you get ready to head out of bed, you're interrupted mid sentence by a hand yanking you back down and you soon find yourself underneath the novelist, confusedly blinking up at his pouting expression, "... Get breakfast ready while you put on some clothes."

✧ "How come you give me so many cuddles and hugs when I'm a cat, but the moment I'm actually back to being a human and can recopirate all those gestures, you're so quick to leave?" he mutters, and you stare at him in disbelief before a loud laugh slips away from your mouth, your lovers cheeks growing red, but pout still there, "I'm sorry, are you jealous over yourself right now?" you say with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Naaw, my little Ike is jealous, however can I make up for this gruesome feeling you're feeling, love?" you wonder, the novelist rolling his eyes at your teasing, "Oh be quiet already," he mutters, leaning down to finally connect your lips.

✧ "Shu? I'm sorry I'm late! I got your message, why did you want me to meet up at Luca's base out of all places, you know the narrow street is hard to navigate- What the hell is a lion doing here?!" you squeak, throwing yourself back to the door you just closed.

✧ Said sorcerer only stands to the side, rubbing his temples with one hand while keeping the lions mouth shut with his other, "And how has that lion not bitten your hand off? When did Luca get a lion? How did he even get it all the way, speaking of which where is that idiot?" you panic, and Shu just hums in defeat, "You're staring at him."

✧ And at that you stop, your panic momentarily ceased as you stare at the lion who is wagging it's tail cutely, "I'm what?" you ask once again, and Shu lets the lions mouth go and the moment his hands are off the lion, said creature is already running towards you, not at all caring about your terrified shriek. "That lion is Luca." Shu says once more, waving his hand in the air, "It's a long story, but if we want to get him back I'll have to get a few ingredients ready, shouldn't take me more than a day, but in that time please just keep him company?"

✧ "I- easier said than done?! I can take care of Luca in his human form, but not as a lion?!" you squeak, Shu just clasping his hands in apology, "It's the same principle! Just, hold out for a few hours," and he's gone in a burst of flames before you can grab a hold of him, and you're left with a lion that resembles too much of a golden retriever nuzzling your neck.

✧ You didn't expect that your meeting with Luca after 3 weeks apart because of his work would end up with a lion attatched to your whole body. But here you are, in his headquarters, trying to pry off Luca the lion away from your body while he just growls at his closest henchmen who is honestly just doing their job, "Luca, please I cannot drag you through the streets when you're a damn lion at the moment, I'll only be out for maximum half an hour, I promise!" you try to reason, but maybe it's because he's a lion now, but Luca has become way more territorial, and in the end you find yourself underneath him once again while he growls at his henchmen - to which you only give them an apologetic look for.

✧ "I think I'll be fine, I think it would be safer for you two as well to stay right outside the door, but would you mind grabbing the food I had ordered in my stead?" you ask with an apologetic smile, the two guards just nodding in understanding.

✧ And it's like a switch turns in Luca's brain upon knowing the only people in the room are the two of you because he's back to acting much more like a dog than the ferocious lion you witnessed a few minutes prior, "God, what do I do with you, hmm?" you murmur, stroking his mane and ruffling it, Luca letting out a purr at the affection he's getting.

✧ Luckily for you, Luca only seems to want to be as close to you as possible instead of walking around the headquarters and scaring his other employees, baring his fangs and growling at whoever enters the door. Even at poor Shu who came back half a day later with whatever a small vial, eyebrows raising in curiosity at the animalistic behaviour, "Ohh, so the traits of a lion manifests faster than any other animal, that's nice to know," he murmurs, throwing you the vial before Luca can pounce at him, "Try to force every drop in it to him and he should be back by the time you wake up again."

✧ And true to his words, you're abruptly woken up by Luca shaking you awake the next morning, "Babe?! Oh my god I'm so sorry for how I acted yesterday, are you hurt?" Luca rambles on, shaking your half-awake body while you're still trying to wake up. Still groggy and tired from trying to restrain a grown up lion all day yesterday, you only glare at your lover who halts in his movements at your sour mood, "Luca, sweetie." you warn with a smile, pulling him down on the bed before climbing on top of him lay your head on his chest, "I'm fine, but right now I would rather want to sleep knowing you're back in your muscular glory instead of answering your questions." If you had to haul around a big lion half the day, Luca can survive staying still for a few more hours as you sleep.

✧ "Oh my god, Mysta?" you squeal, picking up the fox with excitement, but the only response you get from the orange colored animal is a snarl of annoyance, to which you only smile wider at, "Shu I don't know what you did, but please let me have this version of Mysta for at least a day," and the fox in your arm thrashes around at that, trying to break free from your iron grip.

✧ Shu laughs nervously, already sensing the panic in his friends movements and as much as he want to help Mysta, he has other things on the agenda for today, "I'm sorry Mysta... The curse will last for at most a day given how little magic I put into it. He can still eat the things he eats, but he may display a few more traits that's more noticeable in a fox," and before Mysta can jump away from your grip and run to Shu, the sorcerer had already teleported away, leaving the detective in your grasp.

✧ And as Mysta is jokingly squealing from Shu's betrayal, his more elevated hearing senses tunes into your small sniffle. Head snapping to your expression which has turned somber, "Is being around me that bad in that form, Mysta?" you ask in a whisper, and that's when the gears in Mysta's head turn at what Shu had mentioned before he left.

✧ Shu mentioning the more prominent fox traits wasn't meant for you, it was meant as a warning to Mysta himself. Because as much as Mysta knows you're joking, he can even see that devilish little smile painting your lips as you somehow manage to squeeze some tears out. But Mystas poor heart is still torn at the small sniffle that sounded all too convincing and his heart and soul literally hurts thinking that he caused you that "pain".

✧ So the little fox cradled in your arms furiously shakes it's head, pawing at your shirt to nuzzle his whole face against your neck. Even going the length to wipe your tears away with his tongue, and all you can do is laugh at Mysta's desperate attempts to quell whatever "sadness" you were feeling.

✧ And all you can do is just stare down at the panicking fox in your arms with a smile, "God, even as an actual fox you still act like normal, I don't know if that's endearing or fascinating," you tell him with a laugh. And Mysta the fox only glares at you before swiping at your cheek, you yelping in pain and the fox taking the chance to jump away from your hold. Mysta trots a bit ahead of you, orange tail swishing slightly before he stops to stare at you. And a few minutes passes before you can see a wide smile grazing his lower face and another squeak emanating from him before he runs off, "... Nevermind what I said, you looked like a hyena there."

✧ So a day you thought would turn out to be quite humorous and sweet, ended up being a battle for your life as Mysta had somehow become even more mischevious as a fox with the knowledge that it would be way harder for you to grab him and give him a scolding. Knocking over bowls, splashing you with water as you were doing the dishes, laying on your face when you were taking a nap even, the list goes on.

✧ By the time night rolls around, you're already exhausted, slumping down on the bed with Mysta jumping to his side with a smirk, "God, how can you look more insufferable as a fox, but just as adorable?" you huff, cuddling into the blanket, "Anyway, if the curse isn't broken by the time I wake up I'm cursing Shu himself," you murmurs, stretching out a hand to pat Mysta on the head, "G'night, love ya."

✧ Sure enough, when you blink your eyes open the next morning, you feel a familiar pair of arms around your waist and a familiar weight on your chest. Looking down you see Mysta happily snoring away while nuzzling into your chest. And the sight would've been cute, and you would've probably woken him up like you usually did. But yesterday events flash through your mind and before you know it you're pulling your lovers cheeks harshly from both sides, jolting Mysta awake as he screeches, "Wha was that fo-" he tries to murmur, but you only give him a close eyed smile as you stare him down, "Oh you thought you were safe? I have a bit of payback to give you from yesterday's torture." you say, grin spreading wider as Mysta gulps.

✧ "... I'll be completely honest, I think you could just let him stay like this and he would be content," you say after a minute of silence of you and Shu staring at the very big gorilla in the living room. The couches turned over and the table flipped upside down.

✧ "Why do I believe you?" Shu says with a defeated laugh, voice a tad bit higher than usual with how Vox hasn't stopped hollering and making noises ever since he had a chance to take a good look at himself in the mirror, "... Do we just leave him here?"

✧ "... As much as I want to, I'm also afraid he's going to run down the streets and suddenly I have animal control knocking on my door," you sigh, turning to look at the sorcerer who only chuckles nervously, "Is there anything I should look out for?"

✧ Shu shakes his head, and you admire his ability to stay calm when Vox is literally picking him up and putting him on his shoulders with what you assume is a laugh before walking around, "Nah, the spell shouldn't last for more than half a day with how his demonic energy can probably repel it, and he still has his consciousness and very functioning brain, so he is able to understand us, ain't that right Vox?" the gorilla in question hollers in response.

✧ "If anything I feel like this would just spur on his DnD obsession," you sigh, flipping the table back over before shoving it to a corner, "Thanks, Shu. I think I can take care of it from here. Half a day doesn't sound so bad, it's just 12 hours. I'm sure I can wrangle with a gorilla and not break all my bones by then," you joke with dry laugh, waving goodbye as Shu poofs away, leaving you alone with your demon turned into a gorilla, "Well then, how do I entertain a demon inside a gorilla body?"

✧ 6 hours into the 12 hours, you're wondering if you're handling a dog more than a gorilla. Somehow, you've kept Vox entertained by just throwing a ball into the hallway and making him fetch it back to you, your lover somehow managing to make the whole session interesting by doing something different each time. First it was running, then it was trying to walk like a gentleman... As a gorilla? And then he tried to roll all the way, and everytime he bumped into a wall he would would walk back to you, before rolling again.

✧ You have it on tape, it's interesting to say the least, and the rest of your friends think so as well with how Luca hasn't stopped laughing every since he had asked you to facetime him so he could see it firsthand. It's only when you bid Luca goodbye that you realize that Vox is in your face, which makes you screech in sheer surprise at seeing him so close, "Jesus christ, Vox?!" you yelp.

✧ And Vox only laughs, wait laughs? Blinking, you tilt your head once you see his long locks again, golden eyes staring into your own and that's when you realize your demon boyriend is back in his human form. Very much not gorilla, but naked as a gorilla in the middle of the day, "Put on some clothes, you're naked as the day you were born."

✧ "Oh, come on you've seen me naked plenty of times before, no use being embarassed about this now love," Vox jokes, grabbing the pile of clothes you left to the side to give when he turned back, "Wait, it hasn't even been half a day, how come you turned back quicker?" you question, Vox staring at you before a smirk grazes his lips, "My love you forget that I'm a demon, I could've turned back whenever I wanted after the first hour where Shu's magic had the strongest effect. I just didn't want to," he says with a chuckle, "I just wanted to see how flustered you would be, but when you stopped paying attention to me in favor of talking to Luca, I figured it would be nigh time to turn back," he finishes, making you blink a couple of times to process the situation, "... So, you turned back into a human because you were jealous?" Vox only stops in his tracks, before he leans back up and goes to the kitchen, "Anyway, what do you want for dinner?"

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six degrees of separation [first part]

Kuroo Tetsurou x gn reader

⎯ [wc: 2.5k] fluff to angst, has proper closure, but it’s part 1 of a mini six-part series, taglist is open, have a lovely day thanks for reading!

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“who made your first love experience tragic, and you almost tear up every time you remember it?” your friend asks, you glance at the folded polaroid behind your phone case.

Kuroo Tetsurou did. But you shake his name away from your head, “just someone who likes this ice cream.”

As the summer breeze warms your cheeks and melts your ice cream, you felt you were back to when it started.

Classes were cancelled that day due to the high heat index and walking home under that sun would be brutal. Or maybe you are just making excuses when you see a raven-haired guy, a popular face among sophomores and freshmen. You notice he often stops by at the convenience store near your university. Maybe it sells some amazing snacks, you thought.

You began to like this specific popsicle the convenience store sells. It has cute designs, some based off on cartoon characters. But what you like about it the most was the short message engraved in the popsicle stick.

Days after, next thing you knew, you were always stopping by at the same convenience store, buying the same ice cream, sitting at the same corner, looking at the same guy.

His eyes were hazel from afar, and you wonder if you would see hints of gold and honey if you could just see him closer. His eyes are often narrowed and piercing, reminds you of a cunning feline's gaze that when he catches you sometime staring at him, it’s as if he has every answer for the questions you have yet to ask.

He’s definitely the athletic type. He could reach the tall shelves in the store and would sometimes help out the staff. He holds out the doors for women and elderly, greeting them when they walk in. He tells the little kids which snacks they should pick, helping them compute the total amount before paying. You also tried out his food recommendations and oh boy, he does not fail. He dances to some convenience store songs, sometimes he does it awkwardly, but most of the time he is actually talented.

You like seeing him smile, that soft genuine smile that appears not so often, but you could only look at him for a few seconds, because god you get weak when he smiles like that. You start to observe the things that makes him smile. His friends, eating, some science jokes you overhear, but so far no relationship partner. That was what you remembered. It was a relief.

You prepared a few conversation starters, but only your gaze tracing his silhouette could pass on the words left unsaid.

You bought the same popsicle you always like, hoping the message engraved on it would be different this time. You got the word unlucky marked on the popsicle stick yesterday, and also the other day, and some days before that.

Today may be the day your streak of misfortune ends before you could even see the message on the popsicle stick. Seems like luck is on your side this time because the guy you find cute takes the seat beside you. That’s new, you think. He was always with his friends. On the opposite table, near the counter, that was their spot. Today, he is alone.

Your hand felt sticky. The popsicle was dripping.

He points at your long-gone ice cream. “I really like that flavor” He smiles. “And that design too.”

You smile at him. I know. You always pick them at the bottom most part of the fridge. You compare their sizes even if they look controversially the same.

You look away after a few seconds, processing the features of his face like how he does have specks of gold in his eyes and that he smiled back. That damn smile. The dripping syrup slowly becomes a hazard to your fresh from laundry white pants. It did not catch your attention. But fortunately, it caught Kuroo’s.

“Excuse me, but your ice cream's got a mind of its own, it seems,” he says. “and you would not want that on white pants.”

“oh no,” Too late. You panic scooping out the falling liquid, still, a few drops painted your pants. “but I just washed this” you say, frowning.

He chuckles lightly, offering a tissue, “here, use this, ice cream stains can be hard to remove,” he hands you the tissue. “I just know”

I know that too. You once bought an ice cream sandwich, bit and kept it at your mouth as you played some games, and forgot you were eating an ice cream. Your white shirt was a disaster after.

“thanks” you took the tissue, cleaning your hand. You tried to remove the stain on your pants after. “that probably looked embarrassing” you kept scrubbing, smiling apologetically.

Kuroo places his hand at the back of his head. “Not really, it happened to me once or twice too”, he looks away, muttering softly, “…and you still look pretty.”

some imaginary audience cheers at the back of his mind, and other side of audience were gripping tightly, unsure if the smile on your face meant ‘that was cringe’ or ‘thanks’

He can’t believe he brags about his natural way with people but took weeks before having the courage to start a conversation with you. His friends would definitely ask him why. He was simply glad you like that ice cream flavor too and he has spare tissues.

you may have traded off a piece of your health from consuming ice cream every day before this conversation happened, but you still thank your past self for that sacrifice.

You remember the first time you met whenever you look back at those two popsicles sticks with engraved messages framed on your wall.

“you know, we could have known each other from jogging in the morning or at a gym” Kuroo looks at you with a raised brow, “but no, we both just have to be unhealthy.”

Kuroo replies with a soft smile, “we had an unhealthy first meet that’s because I was meant to take care of you”.

It started good. Because the feelings that bloomed in your heart may be the same to what Kuroo feels. The evidence of love and affection was written all over the year of your relationship. In each polaroid photo displayed across the wall of your room, you know cupid did his job well.

The first photo, marked on the first month you met, when Kuroo lets you lean on his shoulders while he plays whatever game he just discovered.

Second photo, on the fourth month, there was barely any context, it’s simply a photo of you together smiling. Because when Kuroo smiles, that smile you always love, you know that meant he was happy to see you, how he feels light and at ease with you.

Third photo, the seventh month, you are in Kuroo’s arms, his embrace gave warmth on that day he first saw you cry.

Fourth photo, the ninth month, in an expensive dinner date where you laughed with him because of his clip-on tie. Kuroo was too nervous that he felt his necktie choking him, and changed it minutes before you go out. That clip-on tie had pink paw prints design.

You hold the polaroid. In that photo, you both have wine glasses on your hand with him kissing your cheek. And you remember how he casually thinks of compliments that would make you blush, your hair, your clothes, and even noticing the new lip gloss you tried.

It was love, as you believed. This feeling. Because what else could it be? It was a conclusion you made up without prior knowledge to what love actually is.

You trusted the love Kuroo gave, never asked anything more than it, never questioned it.

Even if everything started to feel like it was not really romantic love. That it was just a thoughtful smile, a concerned hug, his natural way of words, and the love that was from just a friend who happened to like you a lot.

Yes, he was friendly, caring, charming, and thoughtful. You have no right to list a job description for a boyfriend, shouldn't you?

And they say great couples are simply best friends in love.

Looking back at most memories, it felt like you were really just a best friend, who happened to have the privilege of kissing him.

Someone he likes to be with, not someone he falls in love with.

It never was supposed to be a big deal. But people would often mistake you as ‘just another friend’. He was the same with everyone and you don’t want to dictate him to change.

But if he treats everyone the same, then it means what he does for you was not actually that special. It's just his natural way of being towards everyone. You started to think, maybe you were not a priority, just another friend amongst many.

You stay awake past midnight, with your thoughts loud, when you sink into the realization that there might not be really anything special at all. Because everything he did for you, warm hugs, compliments, leaning on his shoulders, those were just the perks of being Kuroo’s friend.

So, who are you in his life?

You know you are more than his friend.

Until less people stopped believing you were lovers, and maybe you stopped believing as well.

“So you’re close with him?” someone asks even if it was obvious you are Kuroo’s special someone. Maybe it did not look like that. Kuroo simply agrees that you two are close. Same likes, agrees with almost anything, vibes a lot. Typical best friend qualities. Of course you wanted to feel it was more than that.

“That’s Kuroo’s special friend” and that might be the worst introduction you have ever received. The word special, losing the meaning it once held.

At least you were someone to him, that still meant something right?

Sure, it was your own demons. How you started to feel like crouching when he stands beside you. His tall figure shining in daylight as you walk down the street during your dates, but as hours pass by and the sun changes position, you notice you have become just a shadow.

Worse, you started to feel like you were not enough when you're with him.

You appreciate who Kuroo is.

Dating him was a gamble against your own insecurities. You know what you were getting into, you know the hole you might fall into. But you haven't learned yet how to get up. As each monthsary gets celebrated, you were falling further and deeper into the abyss of your inferiority. And Kuroo did not even notice you were no longer beside him during parties, or at some special events. He forgot what ice cream flavor you like. He no longer corrects people mistaking you as just his friend.

On your first anniversary, the wine on your glass was gone a few minutes ago, you needed the courage.

Kuroo reaches out for your hand, you held it for a second, squeezing it slightly, and slowly letting it go. He clicks his tongue, noticing your avoidance for weeks. You used to hold hands everywhere you went, but now you avoid touching altogether.

“Can you at least look at me?” he asks.

You shift your gaze from his hands to his face.

"Why won't you look at me?" his voice was firm, almost disappointed.

"Because every time I do, I see what we've become."

It was his turn to look away.

"Do you remember when we first met?" you ask.

"I try not to."

You don’t know what he meant by that.

The silence between you grows louder with each passing day, until it's suffocating. Kuroo is not wearing a clip-on tie, you noticed. He tugs his necktie, adjusting it every now and then.

You try to salvage what's left of your relationship, maybe this anniversary date should do it. But it's like trying to hold onto sand slipping through your fingers.

You pour another batch of wine on your glass before speaking, "You know how you always used to say, 'The grass is greener where you water.' Remember?"

"Yeah, I still stand by that. It's about perspective."

"Perspective? How about the perspective of feeling invisible in a relationship?” Kuroo does not like where you’re going, where this is going. “Do you—do you even still see me?"

"Of course not” He tries to hold your hand again and you hold onto him. “of course I see you.”

Kuroo speaks again. “But sometimes, what you think doesn't really matter.”

You scoff.

“But those are my feelings” your voice is getting higher, you adjusted your seat, you feel like sinking in the chair. "So my feelings don't matter to you?"

"No, that's not what I meant.�� he sighs before continuing, “I just think you're overthinking these things."

"Overthinking? Maybe I'm just realizing I deserve better. Maybe, just maybe, I deserve to be seen and valued." you try to catch your breath. It sounded almost like a plea.

His lips stay pressed on a thin line. He was no longer holding your hand. You were looking at his direction. He is looking down, holding his fork, tapping his plate.

You know staying in this relationship could mean getting invisible day by day. Not until he could no longer see you, worse, until you could no longer see yourself.

Sucks to end it that way, you could almost laugh bitterly at this situation, cliche even.

He looks at you, for the last time that he could, then mumbles. "I never wanted it to come to this."

You slowly look away, your eyes betraying a mixture of hurt and determination. "Let’s just leave this memory as a good one” you hold his hand, for the last time that you could, “I don’t want to end things ugly and start hating you.”

Because you know you never could. You wanted things to end while he was still someone you love.

Kuroo was not looking at you anymore. He felt a shiver, realizing the absence of warmth from your hand.

“Isn’t it enough that I see and value you?”

“Do you really see me? Or am I just another name on your close friends list?”

He sighs again, longer than the previous, as if he was afraid of speaking more, "Well, if that's how you feel, I’m sorry"

"Is that all you have to say?"

“You know, I—” Kuroo can’t understand why he can’t say those words. It takes three words for him to fix this. He stayed silent. And it took just a fraction of his silence for you to realize there was no use to trying to fix this.

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PornStar!Natasha x Influence Y/N

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, strap used, overstimulation, Mommy kink, video sex, live stream sex, cussing, pet names (bunny, luv, luvie, baby, babygirl, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, Y/N says “it hurt” (nothing is physically hurting her tho), bad writing

Author’s Note: Hey luvs! Sorry it took so long for me to post something! Not my best work, but here you go!

“Hey guys! It’s Y/N Y/L/N! So, for today’s live stream, I’lll be accepting questions, dares, and video ideas! Within reason, of course!”

Y/n smiles brightly into her camera as it records. She started doing videos about a year ago and quickly became a popular influencer in her community. She tugs a fallen curl behind her ear and grabs her phone, viewing her live’s chat.

“Okay, from !booboo cakes ‘What’s it like living with the Avengers? Well it’s definitely… an experience! It was kinda a culture shock to go from living with my aunt to living with a bunch of superheroes and gods from outer space! But at the end of the day, even though they’re faster and stronger than most, they are still pretty normal, I guess? We still fight over who’s gonna do the dishes and what movie to watch just like any group of friends living together!”

Y/N skims through the comments popping in and chooses the next one.

“What is it like partying with the #Avengers and who gets the drunkest? Umm expensive! They’d spend the monthly grocery budget on booze if they could! But they’re definitely party animals. And as far as the turtle of drunkest; Thor, Bucky, and Tony always fight for that,”

It continues like that for a while. Someone asks for a tour of her room, which she gives, another asks to see the training room. When she sees her girlfriend’s name in a comment, her eyes pop to it.

“How are things going with Natasha?” Y/N cheeks flush, “Y’all are so nosy! But if you must know, things are going great!” 

A flood of comments like ‘omg she's totally blushing’ and ‘they’re so cute together!’ stream through the chat.

Most of Y/N’s most popular videos and vlogs include Natasha, more specifically Natasha making crude comments that make Y/N blush and stutter on camera, and when Natasha’s hands stay a little more than appropriate. 

YN’s account is by no means for kids. She openly talks about relationships, sex, and other more sensitive topics. No one under the age of 18 can view her account. But Y/N’s followers never fail to go crazy when Tasha sneaks up behind her to kiss her neck while she records, or joins her for Q&As or dancing TikToks.

But her channel is also popular because of Natasha’s. Natasha has an equally- maybe more popular- BDSM account. She also happens to be a part time prnstar.

Y/N is much shyer than Natasha, so Natasha has never really touched her on her PornStarsToday account. But she often convinced Y/N to join her on her TikTok account. The videos spanned from Natasha demonstrated bandage knots, proper and safe ways to choke your partner, and safe word descosions. So it’s not like she bent Y/N over a counter and recorded fucking her, but it made Y/N wet all the same. As soon as Natasha stopped recording, Y/N never failed to get pulled apart thoroughly.

The dinging of Y/N’s phone snaps her out of her thoughts. She sees her girlfriend’s name again and doesn’t even read the comment before saying it aloud.

“Call Natasha’ Mommy’ on camera and see how she reacts- Oh!’ Y/N’s cheeks turn bright red and she looks away from her phone.

People aggressively like the comment and chime in with agreements.

“Y’all trying to get me in trouble!” Y/N laughs, still blushing, “Sorry, but I very much value my ability to sit and walk, thank you very much!”

But something in the back of her head jumps at the idea. She’d never called Natasha Mommy before. But she’ll never forget how Natasha reacted when Y/N called her Ma’am in bed for the first time.. Needless to say, Y/N couldn’t walk for two days after.

Y/N ponder the idea, becoming warmer at the idea of how Natasha might react. The warmth shoots straight to her core.

“Okay, okay, you horny fuckers, I’ll do it!” Y/N decides, feeling braver than usual, “let’s go find her,”

Y/N grabs her phone and camera before tip-going out of her room and down the hall.

Natasha is in the living room, read, when Y/N finally finds her. She doesn’t notice her at first, so Y/N props her camera up on the counter and starts recording on her phone as well for two angles.

Y/N prances over to Natasha, stopping within arms length. Tasha doesn’t look up, but a small smile forms on her lips, knowing Y/N is recording.

“Hi, mommy,” Y/n voice ever so innocently.

Natasha looks up slowly from her book. Her eyes take Y/N in, starting at her lips, then down to the strip of skin peeking out from her pink crop top, to her thighs barely covered in her short, flowy white skirt with flowers. She’s the definition of sexy innocence. Natasha’s eyes go dark and pool with lust, but she smirks a little, raising an eyebrow.

“Hi, Bunny,”

Y/’s knees go weak. Natasha only calls her Bunny when she’s about to pull her apart until she cries and begs and passes out from pleasure and pain She can’t help but let a whimper slip from her lips. Natasha smirks wider and the sound and grabs the backs of Y/N’s thighs, yanking her into her lap.

“Mommy,” the whimper slips from Y/N’s lips against her will. Natasha chuckles into her ear, lips moving to her neck.

“You’re making all sorts of mischief, aren’t you, Bunny?” Natasha croons.

Y/N lets out a small moan of response as Natasha sucks on her neck. The phone slips from her fingers, clattering to the ground.

“Drop something?” Natsha asks, amusement ringing in her voice.

“”Pick it up,” Natasha orders.

“But, Tasha, it’s record-” Y/”N starts.

“That’s not my fucking name,”

Y/N falls silent.

“Pick. It. Up.” Natasha orders again, slowly and firmly.

Y/N obeys, leaning over the arm of the chair and retrieving her phone. She goes to end the live stream, but Natsha stops her; taking and prying the phone from her fingers. Y/N’s eyes go wide as Natasha props it up on the coffee table before returning to kissing her neck. Y/N’s face is bright red.

“M-mommy, it’s still recording!’ Y/N voices, struggling to string words together as her girlfriend rubs circles on her thighs.

“I know,” Natasha responds. Her lips stray to Y/N’s collarbone, and Y/N can’t help but tilt her neck back.

“People are watching, Mommy!”

“So, say hi to the followers!” Natasha buckles as she pushes Y/N’s crop top up, leaving her black, lacey bra on display.

Natawsha’s fingers skim the top of Y/N’s bra, but she stops.

“Do you remember your safeword?” she asks gently. Y/N nods.

“It’s red,”

The safeword is cliche and overused, but that’s the first word that had popped into Y/N’s head when Natasha asked her all those months ago.

“Good girl,” Natasha whispers before pulling the cup of her bra down..

And she moans. Natashia fucking moans at the slight of her girlfriend’s soft breast and hard nipples. She latches her mouth around one of the painfully hard peaks and swirls her tongue around it. Y/N’s hands fly to Natawsha’s hair and she teg gently.

On the coffee table, Y/”ns phone buzzes and dings as comments flood in like ‘sorry, did I click on the wrong girlfriend’s account?” and “RIP Y/”

“Mommy pleaseee,” Y/N whines breathlessly.

Natasha removes her lips from Y/N’s nipple just long enough to ask, “You were supposed to be accepting requests and questions in this video, right?”

Y/N nods, unable to form words as Natasha continues her tortuous licking . Heat floods Y/N’s core faster than comments flood her phone.

“Then I suppose we should leave the decision to the followers!’ Natasha turns to the phone, “Should I I fuck her now, or keep teasing?”

Tugging at Natasha’s hair, she grinds lightly against her; desperate for any form of stimulation. Natasha picks the phone up and scrolls for a moment, tsksing.

“Poor bunny, your followers aren’t very loyal! This is going to be a very long video for you!” Naatasha chuckles, “Oh, here’s the most popular comment! They think you should keep grinding your pretty pussy against my thigh , but not be allowed to cum!”

Y/ whimpers at the culmination of crude words and disappointment.

‘But Mommy-”

“No buts! Gotta give the people what they want!”

Electricity shoots through Y/N as Natasha gently tugs her panties off, brushing the sensitive skin.

“Fucking soaked!” Natasha tsks, examining Y/N’s panties before throwing them to the side.

Natasha presses Y/N further into her legging-covered thigh.

“Get started, bunny,”

Moans slip from her lips as she juts her hips forward, dragging her pussy against Natasha

“Come on, you can do better than that!” Natasha voices, attempting to egg her on.

Y/N squeaks as Natasha grabs her hips, grinding her against her harder.

“You’re adorable,” 

Y/N’s heart raises as she moves her hips back and forth, painstakingly slow.

“Faster,” Natasha orders like she read her mind.

Y/N obeys,digging her fingernails into Natasha’s shoulder. Her thighs start aching from the effort. Her core tightens as her clit drags against Natasha’s leg. The material is rough but slick with slit under her. Every drag and thrust does nothing to soothe the fire in her core, it just makes it stronger. She jults her hips up desperately and discovers a hard bulge in Natasha’s pants. She’s wearing a strap. Y/N’s hole throbs with the need to be filled.

“Mommy please! Need you so bad! Please, Mommy!” Y/N begs, forgetting about the camera for a moment.

“What do y’all think? SHould I give her what she wants?” Natasha asks the camera. 

Y/N braces her head against Natasha’s shoulder and groans.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Y/N mumbles.

Natasha knees the flesh of Y/N’s ass and smirks.

“You look so beautiful, malishka. Let’s see if I get to fuck you yet,”

Natasha picks up the phone yet again and scrolls.

“Lucky bunny,” she smirks, “You get to ride my strap,”

Y/N almost cries at the words as Natasha pulls down the front of her leggings, a thick strap bouncing out.

“M-mommy! That’ll never fit like this!”

“I bet you can make it,” Natasha croons, thumb rubbing Y/N’s cheek.

Natasha never failed to choose long, thick straps despite her girlfriend’s smaller size. She loves watching how Y/N’s eyes glaze over and she cries when Natasha shoves the toy into her.

“But-”

“No buts,” Natasha repeats firmly, “Hop on it, bunny,”

Y/N’s hands shake as she goes to line the strap up with her squeezing entrance, but Natasha stops her.

“It’d be selfish to not like the followers see such a pretty little pussy! Come on, bunny!”

Natasha grips Y/N’s hips and flips her against in one sweeping motion. She’s now facing the coffee table, her back to Natasha.

“Mommy, I wanna see you!” Y/N whimpers.

“I know, luvie. Be a good girl for Mommy and ride her strap,”

Natasha lines her strap up with Y/N’s entrance, but Y/N doesn’t move.

“Momm-”

Natasha pinches her thigh and Y/N’s squeaks.

“Come one, luvie,” Natasha croons.

Y/N braces her hands on Natasha’s thighs as she slowly slides back onto the strap. Her entrance burns and she cries out as the thick strap stretches her. She gets almost a third of it in before she stops, tears burning her eyes.

“You’re only a third of the way there! I know you can do it, Bunny!”

“Mommy can’t!” Y/N babbles, a tear slipping down her hot cheek, “Too much!”

“Do you need some help, luvie?” Natasha croons.

Y/N nods, nails digging into Natasha’s legs. She whimpers as Natasha starts stroking her enlarged clit.

“I know, bunny,” Natasha soothes, “Your tiny baby pussy can hardly fit Mommy’s strap!”

Her other arm hooks around Y/N’s hips and slowly eases her down onto the strap. Y/N cries out at the unbelievable sense of fullness. She collapses back against Natasha, hissing at the shift. Her head lools against her shoulder. Natasha’s lips graze her ear.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and ride my strap. You look so pretty!”

Y/N lets out a mix between a huff, a sigh, and a whimper, but obeys. She can no longer hold her moans back as she lifts off Natasha’s lap, the strap sliding out a little, then back down. Her thighs burn as she repeats the movement. Wet, squelching sounds fill the room and Y/N blushes at the crude noise.She wants to touch Natasha so bad she can hardly stand it. Normally when they’re intimate, Y/N spends the whole time running her fingers all over Natasha’s body and holding her hands. She feels herself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace from the lake of comfort.

“Good girl,” Natasha purrs, “You look so pretty fucking youself on Mommy’s strap,”

She continues rubbing lazy circles on Y/N’s sensitive clit.

“Mommyyy, it hurts! Too big!” Y/N cries, her movements slowly.

“Aww, is Mommy’s fat strap too big for your little princess pussy?”

Y/N nods, not even processing the question.

“Then I guess I”ll have to stretch it out! Faster,”

Her leg cramps and everything aches as Y/N collapses against Natasha.

“Can’t, can’t,” she babbles, “Need help, Mommy,”

Y/N’s entrance throbs around the strap.

“Okay, luvie, shhh, it’s okay. Mommy’s gonna help her baby cum,” Natasha soothes, pushing strands of hair off her sticky forehead.

Natasha’s fingers leave Y/N’s clit, causing her to whimper softly. She calms as Natasha knits one hand together with hers, the other going to her hip.Natasha lifts her hips from the chair and starts thrusting up into Y/N. 

“Oh!” Y/N cries, oher mouth forming an o, her eyes wide with pleasure.

The new angle causes the strap to rub every ridge in Y/N perfectly. Her climax building and she writhes.

“You acted so fucking innocent, but you must have known it would end this way, calling me Mommy for the first time, and on camera for that matter!” Natasha voices mocking in her ear.

“Oh fuck Mommy feels so good too much!”

Y/N’s skirt was long ago pushed to her waist, and it rubs against her skin. If she wasn’t so lost in pleasure, Y/N would be petrified at the idea of everything on display for all her followers to see. But she doesn’t even remember the camera anymore.

“Rub that poor clit, bunny,” Natasha orders. Y/N wordlessly obeys, moaning at the sensation.

“I’m g-gonna- '' Y/N starts, but a moan interrupts her and Natsha starts thrusting faster.

“I know, bunny. Cum for Mommy,”

A scream rips from her lips as she obeys, as if her body was waiting for Natasha’s permission. Heat ripples through her as her climax causing her vision to go starry and black. The shred of her consciousness left hears her babbling and moans towards Natasha as she starts coming down. Natasha slows down slightly, but not much. Y/N’s hand falls lip on her clit, but Natasha replaces it with her own. Sensitivity spikes through Y/N, snapping her out of her post climax haze.

“T-too much!” Y/N voices breathlessly

“You can do it, luvie. Just one for time for Mommy<” Natasha purrs in her ear.

“Can’t can’t can’t can’t Mommy can’t!” Y/N chants as her next climax building, threatening to push her over that cliff yet again.

“Yes you can, baby. Just one more, then you’re all done,” Natasha croons.

“Mommy I feel funny,” Y/N squeaks as an odd feeling builds in her core. Not her approching orgasum, but something else.

“Just one more time,” Natasha repeats, panting slightly, “Be a good little bunny and cum one more time.

Babbles and please slip from Y/N’s tongue as her climax hits her like a height train. She feels some kind of hot liquid squirt from her body before blacking out completely.

When Y/N awakens, her whole body is warm and comfortable. Her eyelids flutter open and she finds herself wrapped in Natasha’s arms in their bed.

“Hi, pretty girl,'' Natasha chuckles softly into her ear, “You were out for a hot second,, luvie. How a feeling?”

A heavy sense of exhaustion and leftover bliss hangs over Y/N.

“Good,” Y/N mumbles into Natasha's chest. That’s all she can manage with how subby she still feels. Natasha knows how deep Y/N slipped into subspace.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,”

Y/N’s dap hair is cold against her bare shoulder. Natasha must have put her in the bath.

“What happened?” Y/N asks.

“You squirted everywhere, maluska,” 

Y/N looks up from her spot nestled into Natasha.

“I what?” she asks.

Natasha smirks at her before pressing her back into her chest.

“Shhh baby. You did so good,”

Y/N gives up and sinks back into her, inhaling her scent.

“I love you, ‘Tasha,” she mumbles.

“I know you too, Y/N,” Natasha smiles, kissing her head.

They lay like that for a long time before Y/N bolts up, wincing at the pain shooting through her core.

“The camera-”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Nasha laughs gently, pulling Y;N back down, “You’re famous, baby,”

Y/N blushes at what the video must hold, how desperate she was.

“M-Maybe we can…watch it later?” y?n suggests almost inaudibly.

Natasha’s soft laughter rings through the room.

“Maybe,” she smiles.

Y/N grabs her phone off the nightstand.

“Not right now, baby! You’re still too sensitive,” Natasha explains gently.

“I know!” Y/N responds, clicking the phone on.

Her eyes widen at the amount of notifications and text on her phone. And her number of followers.

“How did I get so many new followers?” she asks, scrolling down.

Her face blushes bright red when she sees the first video pop up, and her eyes linger on the number o

“One and a half milllion vie-”

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[ta3mint]

Omg please make a part 2 of unbearable where they go down for food and have the other members reactions, it would be so good 😭

Unbearable: Epilogue 

Contains: what happens after the events of Part 1

Warnings: Minors do not interact! vague mentions of sex, mostly humorous comments, Felix doing his best, not proofread

Word Count: 540

Leaving the bathroom at the same time as Minho was probably a bad idea. Although, it honestly may not have been any better if you had left separately anyway.

Even from behind Minho, who was still trying to regulate his breathing, you could tell everyone was in their spots a little too perfectly.

Felix was staring at his plate on the couch, looking very tense and not eating anything. Seungmin was hastily getting two plates ready for yourself and Minho. Jisung, Jeongin, and Hyunjin were all eating with their mouths stuffed completely full so they conveniently wouldn't be able to speak. And finally, Changbin and Chan were sitting across from each other on the floor, gripping the playing cards in their hands a little too hard. The thick silence was what really sealed the deal for you. Never in all the time you had known them had you heard them this quiet. It was kind of nerve-wracking, honestly.

Chan was the first to speak, which wasn't too surprising.

"I think Seungmin is getting plates ready for you guys. I mean it's probably cold by now but- uh yeah, you know. I'm sure you're hungry."

Changbin held up his cards to halfheartedly cover the smile that was creeping up on him.

"Yeah, I'm usually hungry after I work out too."

Hyunjin giggled like a school girl and Felix choked on the first bite of his food you had seen him take this whole time.

You felt your face flood with heat and Minho turned to look at you over his shoulder.

"Ignore them. It's just payback for all the times they've kept me up watching porn on full blast."

The room fell silent again, and you let out a small laugh.

"Boys will be boys, I suppose."

Minho grabbed your hand and led you to the kitchen where Seungmin was still standing with your food.

He shoved it towards you across the counter, and you glanced at him. His face was the most normal out of the seven of them, and it relieved you a bit.

"I heated it up for you guys. I hope you like it. It's from that new barbecue place a few blocks away."

You nodded at him to thank him and he smiled at you.

Minho grabbed his plate with one hand and your hand with his other one, leading you back the way you came to the couch.

Felix moved over to make room for you guys, and you smiled at him, gripping Minho's hand tightly. It really felt nice.

A sudden look of excitement appeared on Felix's face and he turned to you.

"So are you guys like, together now? Or maybe you don't know! That's okay too, I just think it would be really cute and I'm happy for you guys! Am I talking too much? Just tell me to shut up if I am, okay? You don't have to be embarrassed because having sex is totally natural-"

"Felix," Minho said quietly from beside you, not looking up from his fork full of food.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Felix nodded vigorously, shoving food into his mouth and looking down.

Across the room, Jeongin groaned.

"I think I liked it better when you guys argued."

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[piercethekaeya]

my biggest fan

kazuha x afab! reader

band au

nsfw / includes praise kink

2.2k word count

a/n: didn't proofread so sorry for any mistakes 😓 and sorry it took me awhile to post ive been really busy Lol.

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cheering crowds echoed in your ears. the night breeze softly brushing against your warm skin. the anticipation sparkled in your eyes. the stage lights go on and suddenly nobody knows how to act. lovestruck, your favorite band, is on stage about to perform.

"are you ready??!" the lead singer and guitarist, kazuha shouts to the fans. the audience goes crazy, begging them to start the show. as they wish, kazuha starts to sing their opening song as his band members chime in with their instruments and backup vocals. your eyes stared at how kazuha's long fingers strummed the guitar strings so beautifully. "wondering where they could be–"

"the one that was meant for me!!" the crowd finishes the line, as the band continues playing. this was your favorite song, the one. your bff stands beside you, mostly because you dragged them here. "i really don't know what you see in this band y/n..." they complain.

you don't seem to pay attention. your attention is completely drawn to kazuha. his voice was mesmerizing, as if it were putting you in a trance. your friend points over to the drummer, gorou. "i think he's kinda cute." they add. the both of you butt heads on who's the cutest in the band.

after many songs, its lovestruck's time to end. "thank you all for attending the show, we hope to perform for you all again soon!" kazuha says in the mic as the crowd cheers for the final time. the bands starts to head off stage. your eyes follow kazuha as he coming close to end of the stage, only for his eyes to be looking right into yours. before you could tell your friend, he was already offstage.

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it was only yesterday you seen your favorite band perform, and now you were back at work behind the bar serving others. you got paid a good amount of money, but it just repetitive night after night.

it was a slow sunday night and it was cutting close to closing time. the familiar sound of the ringing bell above the front door as it swings open catches your attention and pulls you back into reality. the person coming in then sits in front of you. male customer, he dressed in all black— his hood and shades masking his appearance. "just a beer." he mutters. pretty sketchy, nevertheless you serve him quickly and start to clean up your work area. trying to break the silence, you start a conversation.

"so what brought you here tonight?" you ask while polishing some cups. the customer firmly slams his beer bottle onto the counter after quite a long sip. "just needed to step out of reality tonight." he tells you. "oh i totally get you, that was me yesterday at lovestruck's concert yesterday." you confess with a chuckle. he gives you a little smile before reaching for his bottle again.

"i heard about that concert, didn't get to make it though." he spoke with a sigh. "it was amazing, watching them perform was a dream come true! watching kazuha was the best part though." you say, taking it upon yourself to engage more with the customer.

"you seem to like this kazuha guy. what's he like?"

"well, he's not tall, not that short... he is quite literally goregous! he has platinum blonde hair with a red streak to match his beautiful red eyes... he's the guitarist of the band. i'm a huge fan!" you continue.

before the man can say anything, the alarm on your watch goes off. time to get out of here. "finally, i can go home." you sigh, turning your back to the customer to clean some things up before you head home.

"where is your bathroom?" he asks. without turning, you point to the direction of the bathroom. a few moments later, he sits in front of you again. "sorry for this request, but, another beer?" he asks from behind you.

"i'm sorry sir, but that was the last drink of tonight."

"oh c'mon... would you say that if kazuha were behind you??" he teases.

"if you were him, you would've got two beers." you joke. the man laughs. "but what if i was..."

anticipation gets the best of you, but youre confused when you dont see the mysterious stranger dressed in black head to toe– instead, sits a dreamy, amber eyed guitarist named kazuha.

"kazuha! kazuha?? kazuha??!!?!" you dont know whether to be shocked or happy. you quickly rush over to the freezer and grab two beers for him.

"you can put the beer back, i was just messing around. also, am i really that goregous?

you awkwardly laugh as you struggle trying not to embarrass yourself any more than you already have in front of kazuha. you cannot believe you said all that corny stuff to his face. "so, what are you still doing around here? aren't you still on tour?" you question him.

he sighs, leaning his face against his hand. "well, i leave tomorrow morning. i just wanted to check this place out, y'know?"

"must be nice traveling and performing... it's super boring bartending most nights." you complain. "it's fun," kazuha starts, "but it does get tiring. i love what i do but, i barely get any sleep. i'm overwhelmed with so many things to do and places to be... sometimes i just want to escape this reality."

just then, his eyes light up. "why don't we escape for awhile?" you almost drop dead when you hear those words come out of his mouth. "me? why me??"

"why wouldn't i want to hang out my number one fan?" he teases you.

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you find yourself behind the wheel, kazuha sitting beside you in the passenger seat. "you never told me your name." kazuha brings up.

"my name is y/n."

"okay, y/n, where are we going??"

"shhh, we're here!"

you pull into the beach parking lot and both you and kazuha run off into the horizon. you couldn't believe you were hanging out with your idol– building sandy snowmen, laughing, splashing and swimming with kazuha, as if the two of you knew each other since forever.

both you and kazuha lay in the sand, looking up at the moon. "what's the origin story of your band name? do you have a secret partner nobody knows about or something?? " you ask kazuha. after a pause, he shrugs his shoulders. "i dunno, i liked the name, but i just always wanted to know how it feels to be infatuated with someone." he confesses, shyly.

the two of you continue your conversation, talking in depth about things you've both probably never even told anyone else about. after that, both of you head back to the car to call it a night.

"i've never went to the beack at night, that was amazing!" you exclaim. kazuha nods his head in agreement. "neither have i." he says with a smile.

a sad smile then appears on your face. "i just wish this night could last awhile longer..."

it's quiet for a moment. it's quiet until you feel the warmth of kazuha's hand on your own. "we could, make this night last longer...." he suggests, his crimson eyes looking right into yours. your face gets hot. "won't your band mates worry if you don't return to your hotel tonight?" you ask. he shakes his head, "they're used to it. i'm usually out and around by myself."

"so what did you have in mind for the rest of the night kazuha?"

"why don't we just head back to your place and hang?"

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both you and kazuha sit on your bed; you're flipping through movies to watch on tv. "put a rom-com or something, those r pretty good right now." kazuha suggests. you find a rom-com that looks appealing and excuse yourself from the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

when you cone back into the room moments later, you can't help but feel kazuha's eyes studying you. you've dressed in a tank top and shorts that happen to be way too short. during thd movie, you caught him staring at times, but then he'd pretend he was looking elsewhere, but it seemed pretty obviously by how flushed his face was.

"haven't you heard it's rude to stare?" you joke. he laughs, "of course i have, but, it's so hard when someone so attractive is beside me.. "

your heart flutters. "do you always hang out with other people, and just compliment them like this?" you ask.

"no, not usually. but, i was eyeing you in the crowd, you are my goregous number one fan after all... why wouldn't i compliment you like this?"

he gives you a cheeky smile before scooching closer to you. "shall we have some fun before i leave in the morning?" he slyly whispers in your ear.

the two of your eyes lock, and it's as if you were looking at him at the first time at the concert. he's so beautiful. your lips meet his before you can even mouth a response. he lifts you by the waist onto him without his lips leaving yours. you grind against him as he starts to kiss your neck.

"are you sure you wanna–?" before kazuha can even ask if you were ready to do it forreal, you're already tugging at his clothes. "needy, aren't ya?" he teases. he slips off your shorts, top and panties and pulls you back into his lap. you slowly lower yourself onto his erect cock, bouncing up and down slowly– your hands placed on his lightly toned abs with his hands guiding your hips as you ride him. "kah-kazuha!"

"just l-like that y/n..." he pants as you start to speed up your movement. his cock, impaling your insides. he cup's your breasts and begins to lightly suck your nipples. "h-how do you feel cutie~?" he asks, fucking you harder. "i f-feel so g-good~.." you choke, a moan following up. kazuha squeezes his eyes shut and presses you closer to him. "i'm g-gonna–" he's cut off by his moan when his warmth splatters inside the condom.

"just lay on the bed for me y/n."

you lay on your back, kazuha hovering over your naked body. "you're beautiful." he says, planting a kiss on your forehead. "i should be telling you that." you smile. kazuha can't help but notice the wet cunt that lay before him. he leaves kisses from your ankle, all the way up your thighs. he presses his thumb against your clit while he fucks your hole with his tongue. "oh! yes~!" you cry from the overstimulation. after a while, he switches from pressing to circling your clit harshly. "do you like that darling?"

"y-yes!" you hiss in pleasure. your back arches off the bed and without warning cream is spilling from your hole. kazuha kisses you passionately before placing his tip near your entrance. "you ready for me to rock your world, y/n?" he asks, caressing your cheek. "i'm always ready..."

he starts off slow, pumping in and out of you. he likes the way your squirming under him with that pretty face. "w-who's my biggest fan~?" he sings with a moan. "i am!"

he thrusting into you faster. "who's m-my biggest f-fan~??" he repeats, moaning louder. "i'm y-your b-biggest fan!" you spew, gripping the sheets. the longer this continues, the more he gets turned on. he pounds into faster and harder.

"just h-hold onto me beautiful...." he grunts. you wrap your legs and arms around his torso so he'd fuck you deeper. you can feel his cock smashing inside your sensitive walls, hitting that spot. "r-right there!~" you yell, rolling your eyes back to your brain.

kazuha thrusts real hard and holds his spot for a few seconds, letting you really feel his cock inside you. you're both at your limit. kazuha throws back his head with a loud moan. as more cum spurts into the condom, more cream spills out your gaping hole. he pulls off the condom and tosses it in the trash. exhausted, kazuha lightly falls on top of you and kisses your cheek before dozing off.

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you wake up to kazuha's naked body laying against yours. he wakes up a few seconds after you do. the two of you of you stare at each other for a bit, admiring each other's presence. "well, good morning kazuha." you giggle. "good morning y/n." he smiles before kissing you.

you both get ready quickly– kazuha's leaving soon. "i texted my band mates to just come pick me up here." he adds. you don't want it to be over. "we had lots of fun yesterday." you say, with a sad smile. he reaches for your hand and squeezes softly. "–and we can definitely do this again," he starts. "but maybe, next time we're something more serious?"

your heart pounds out of your chest. at a loss of words, you nod your head rapidly from excitement. "i would love that..." you finally say. kazuha tries to go in for a kiss, but gets interrupted when his phone goes off. he checks his phone for a second and says his band mates are outside waiting for him. "i can't wait to see you again." he expressed, his cheeks flushing red.

he pulls you in by your waist, kissing you passionately. "i'll never forget when i first laid eyes on my biggest fan or the night we shared, my love." a few moments after you exchange numbers, he takes his leave. now its only you who stands in your lonely home. you wasn't just his biggest fan, you was his number one choice.

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[lavenderbexlatte]

day 6: size difference

monsta x 1.2k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Jooheon NSFW

🖤 warnings: nonsense. descriptions of body size/body image, mild and undefined size kink 🖤

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There's no way to describe the look on this guy's face other than...shook.

It doesn't seem like it's a bad reaction, though. You smile at him nervously, as he works through whatever is sending him. He's watching you approach the table with that unmasked surprise, waiting as you weave your way through the crowded cafe.

You'd expected some awkwardness on a blind date. It's fine.

At least he's cute.

Super cute. He's got a lovely strong face, deep dimples that you can see even now when his face is at rest. His tight t-shirt and fitted jacket do nothing to hide his strong chest, and he sits in that confident man-spread, legs apart and a deep slouch.

He straightens up a little as you get closer.

For all of his apparent struggles, he does speak first. "Hey."

"Hi," you answer, slipping your coat off in the warmth of the cafe and settling it on your chair back, mostly for something to do with your hands.

"So, you're Jun's friend," he says.

"Yeah." You tell him your name, just in case, and he nods.

"Jooheon."

"Cool."

You're settled into your chair, thinking mostly about what you're going to go order to drink, but also a little bit about this guy and his continued astonishment.

And finally, he lets you in.

"You're short."

It's not your fault. You laugh. You can't help it.

"I guess I am," you agree. "Kinda."

You think you're pretty average. You certainly have coworkers and friends who are shorter, and smaller. But he's looking at you like he's never met someone smaller than himself.

"It's cute," he clarifies, as if suddenly realizing how he's acting, how a different person might take offense to his bluntness.

"You don't meet short people often?" you ask.

Jooheon smiles, and instantly, you're melting. Those dimples sink even deeper, and his eyesmile threatens to overwhelm his whole face.

"I work with famous people," he says. "Tall, dark, and handsome."

You know what he means, even if it's an off-target line to use about women. Celebrities are so often tall and delicate, a cold and sharp kind of cultivated beauty. Not exactly words to describe you. It makes sense, you guess, that maybe wasn't expecting someone like you. But that's an interesting tidbit, overall.

"Famous people?" you repeat, curious.

"I produce., and write."

"Music?"

"Mm."

So, he's a musician. Jun said he was in entertainment, but this is much more interesting than you'd expected, more low-key. You'd been half-expecting a local newscaster, or, like, a theater director.

"Are you ready to order?" you ask him.

"Yeah, lemme..."

He leans forward, retrieves a slim wallet from his back pocket.

"I can pay for my own," you say, as you stand up again.

You can feel Jooheon following you to the counter, and you're hyperaware of him standing a polite distance behind you as you speak to the cashier. Maybe you're shorter than he'd expected, but he's also taller than he looked sitting. You think he can probably look right over you, can see the cashier clear over your head.

The idea of it sends a little thrill through you.

It's not like you go for tall guys, exclusively, or anything. But Jooheon's immediate fascination with your size has you feeling...something.

You're too stuck in your own head, because as the cashier reads out your total, a hand darts in from the side, supplying a card that the cashier takes without even blinking.

"Aw!" you protest.

"I got it," Jooheon assures you.

Oh.

He's very close, now, leaning right up against you, hand propped on the counter as he waits for his credit card back.

"You are cute," he says.

It's a simple compliment, but the sincerity of it leaves you standing there for several dumb seconds after the purchase is completed, and Jooheon has already walked away.

Maybe that's how you find yourself pressed to the wall of his apartment building lobby.

Not even the apartment itself, but the lobby. Next to the elevator bay, right beside the button panel, waiting for the elevator car to come down and meet you.

Jooheon's pouty lips are feeling you out, straying from your mouth, down your jaw, your throat, and back. He has one knee propped against the wall, between your legs, threatening to hold you off the ground completely.

"You're so strong," you say breathlessly.

You hadn't realized he's quite so strong, or so broad. He's got the kind of solid filled-out look of a guy who works out, but also eats well. Working muscles, rather than aesthetic muscle.

Jooheon just feels so big.

He pulls back to wow you with those dimples again. "Thanks."

"Should we be doing this here?"

"Who's gonna stop us?"

It's a valid question, but any complaints about public indecency are answered for themselves when the elevator arrives, and Jooheon sweeps you into it.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

He's holding you gently by the waist, fingers playing up your spine like piano keys. You're kind of lost in him already.

"Yep."

"Cute."

He keeps saying that. He better stop, before you believe it.

You can't remember the last time you kissed someone this much, spent so much time just exploring another person. That's probably why you're so smitten, right now. Pure overwhelm.

His apartment is nice. The lobby was a giveaway, but you can tell by a hazy glance at the interior in the dark that he makes comfortable money. You'd want to take a look around, in other circumstances.

In these circumstances, there's no time.

"I want..."

Jooheon takes an agonizing moment to hang up his jacket, and yours, and he glances at you with mirth in his eyes. He's making you wait on purpose.

"What do you want?"

"Just...I mean..."

"Me?" Jooheon asks.

He lets his expression go wide and curious, childish wonder. He's teasing you, acting cute on purpose.  The effect is ruined - or enhanced, you can't decide - by the sight of his broad chest and big arms, biceps wrapped in the tight cotton of his fitted tee. That face and that body-

"You," you agree.

"Then come get me, cutie."

He walks farther into the apartment, and you follow.

On your back beneath him, both of you bare from the waist up, you can't help but compare. The planes of his muscles, the jut of his ribs, the sheer breadth of your chest he can span with only one hand...

"So fuckin' little."

He mutters it, but it sets you on fire.

"I'm not that little," you say.

Jooheon laughs, dimples out full-force. He leans right down until you're face to face, his body covering yours so completely. "Yeah, you are."

As if to prove it, he draws back, takes you by the hip, and turns you right over onto your knees.

Flustered, you let your forehead rest on the mattress. It's like he can just do whatever he wants. He's so solid, so capable. You can't even see him, now, and he's still looming, demanding all of your attention.

"How much can you take, cutie?" he asks.

He's a big guy, in general, but the question has you tingling.

As well as you can with the constriction of clothing on you lower half, you arch into him. "How much do you have to give?"

"Wanna find out?"

#kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober #monsta x fanfic #joohoney fanfic #lee jooheon fanfic #monsta x smut #monsta x joohoney fanfic #lee jooheon smut #joohoney smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut

[lillylvjy]

new years kiss with wilbur 😳 if you want to write a blurb about it…

A/n- ok this is everywhere but I hope you like it my dearest phantom:) it’s a college enemies to lovers au….. I had fun writing it and I love the concept!

Warnings// swearing, kissing, teasing, let me know what I missed:)

Your lips, my lips (apocalypse)

Honestly, you never would have thought you’d be at a college frat party, sitting on the counter top in the kitchen, on New Year’s Eve.

Your friend Schlatt invited you and told you to ‘loosen up and have fun’. You can have fun! Just in a very quiet and introverted way.

The music was loud, electronic music. It seemed like the songs were repeating themselves but that could be the alcohol talking.

As you sat on the counter, looking somberly down at your cup, you heard Schlatt’s obnoxious laugh and looked up.

Surprise, Surprise. William Soot. In your creative writing class, sits two seats away from you, always has a beanie on his head and a sweater on. He was definitely cute.

Wait?! What?!

No! you hated him with your whole being. Why do people think he’s all that?! He’s a smart ass with a cute smile and a beautiful singing voice! And don’t get me started with his smirk! It just aggravates you more.

When Schlatt told you he invited Wilbur, you immediately protested on going. You did not want to be in the same room as him. He was just going to bring your mood down more than it already was! But you know need up coming anyways for Schlatt’s sake.

You didn’t realize you were staring at Wilbur until he smirked at you and made his way over towards you.

“You may want to close your mouth darling. I know I’m attractive, but I don’t want you catching flies.” Wilbur says, pushing your jaw up with his pointer finger.

Your eyes widened and your face turned cherry red. You quickly put your head down to hide your face as Wilbur laughed.

“Shut up. Just because I was looking at you doesn’t mean I meant it.” You snapped back at him. His eyebrows raised and his face went from his shit eating grin into an amused smirk.

“Hmm, what’s got your pants ins twist? Oh! Let me guess, you don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight. To bad .” He said, patting your head.

You quickly took his hand away from your head and glared at him. “Nothings wrong. I just don’t like you.” You smiled sarcastically up at him.

He smirked back down at you as he moved to stand between your legs. Jesus he looked beautiful. I mean! Totally gross and ugly….. who are you kidding?! This man is the definition of perfect.

You looked down again before you could do anything you would regret. But Wilbur lifted your chin, so he could make eye contact with you. He moved his hand to cup your cheek and rubbed your cheek bone. “We both know that’s a lie love.” He said, shifting his gaze from your eyes to your lips.

“I-“

“Guys! One minute before the ball drop!” Someone yelled before you could say anything, as everyone ran into the living room to watch the tv.

“What was that love?” Wilbur asked as he leaned down closer to you.

Your breathing became quicker as you lifted one of your hands to the back of his neck and one to rest against his chest.

“I… I can’t deny that.” You said, looking up at him with wide eyes as he smiled.

10!

9!

8!

“Well…”

7!

6!

“That gives me more of a reason…”

5!

4!

“To do this….” Wilbur said, leaning in closer to you.

3!

2!

1!

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!”

Wilbur closed the gap between you two, as you closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss. Wilbur pulled you closer to him and he deepened the kiss.

Before anything could happen, you both heard a cough behind Wilbur. You quickly pulled away from each other as you turned to look at the person who ruined the moment.

“I was just gonna grab Wilbur to go meet some girl, but you two seem to be having fun! I knew you two would eventually work it out! Oh also good job bro!” Schlatt congratulated Wilbur as he dabbed him up. You slapped his shoulder and shook your head.

“Stupid boys.” You said under your breath as Schlatt walked away.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry for not being the nicest to you. I really do like you. And I don’t want my last actions to effect this, but if you don’t want this I get it! But I truly want this to be a thing an do promise I’ll do everything I can to be a perfect boy friend. And- “

“Ok, ok. Wilbur shut up and kiss me please.” You said while pulling him by his sweater back down to you. But before your lips could touch, you pulled back. “Also, I do want this. Really, really fucking bad.” You finished as you pulled him into a kiss.

Now your really glad you came here.

#wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #wilbur x you #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur dream smp #x reader #mcyt imagine #dsmp x reader #lilly writes #lilly’s ask #phantom <3

[yourimagines]

Sean being angry and scares the reader

Angst sadness fluff

Oops, I carried a bit away 😂

Afraid…

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Angst, Guns, Violence and fluff

Y/n pov

Sean was out, making a stupid video with Nina. I like her but she is starting to get a bit too close to Sean in my opinion, I’m not a jealous person but when you’re partner rather goes out with someone else then you it’s heartbreaking. I wanted to go out with him, just go to the market, eat some lunch, just something cute but Nina called him if he was free today to film a extreme video for his channel and he said of course yes. So I asked my gay friend Josh if he wanted to go with me, of course he wants to go because he needs some clothes for his upcoming date.

“When is your date?” I asked as we both were looking at some clothes. “Saturday night.” I nodded and grabbed a shirt. “Girl put that back, it’s not your colour.” I giggled as he snatched it out of my hands. “Josh, I was looking at it.” “You can look at it when it’s hanging on the racks, I’m saving you.” I shook my head and looked further. “How are you and Sean by the way, everything still good?” I sighed and give me a look. “Oh girl, tell me what’s wrong.” He grabbed a shirt for me and gave it to me. “He’s out with Nina again, while I asked him if he wanted to go shopping with me today but he choose her, because it’s more important for him to boost his channel for the upcoming fight then spending some quality time with me.” I grabbed a pair of jeans and walked behind Josh to the changing room. “So I’m second choice?” I slapped playfully his arm. “Come on Josh you know that’s not true.” He smiles and opens the curtain for me. I walked in and I closed it again, Josh was standing on the other side, waiting for me. “I thought that Nina girl was cool?” I was undressing myself. “Yeah she is but…I don’t know.” I grabbed the new clothes and put them on. “Y/n she’s literally stealing your guy and he doesn’t even care too.” I sighed and looked in the mirror. ‘It’s looks cute.’ I opened the curtain and Josh looked at me. “Those jeans make your butt popping.” I giggled softly. “You look cute.” “Thank you.” I closed the curtain and got changed again. “You should talk to him, it’s crazy that you feel like this, he should be glad that a woman is with him, I’m sorry but he’s crazy y/n.” ‘I know..Josh but I can’t help it, I’m crazy just like him.’ “Yeah I will talk to him.”

Josh and I posted a cute picture of us having lunch on our story after that he dropped me off and I cleaned up our house, made some dinner and placed the food from him in the fridge. I walked upstairs and did the laundry as I was done with that, I cleaned up our bedroom and took a shower the finish the day.

I was sitting downstairs on the sofa watching my favourite tv show as I heard Sean coming back home. ‘Please be alone, please don’t bring her with you.’ The door opens and closes, I heard his heavy boots stumping in the hallway, coming closer to the darkish living room, only the tv provided some light. Sean appeared and he looked around, looking if someone was here. “Hi, how was it today?” I asked in a normal way. He walked past me, ignoring my question. “Did he fuck you?” He was standing in the kitchen behind me, I turned around to look at him. “Who?” He slammed his hands on the counter, his face was full with anger. “Don’t play dumb with me now.” I was in shock, surprised but mostly confused. “Sean I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shook his head. “Your really that stupid huh, the guy your with today. Did he fucked you good, are you so fucking jealous that you fucking others huh.” ‘Josh? Iew no.’ “Josh? Oh my god Sean. Of course not.” I let out a nervous laugh but he totally lost his mind, he walks away to the basement, to his man cave. “Sean what are you doing.” I started to feel unsafe and scared. ‘His guns are there…’ he didn’t reply. “Sean can we just talk?” I heard a few clicking noises and I panicked ‘leave!’ run upstairs to our room, I closed our door and locked it. My heart was beating very fast. “Babe lets talk!” He yells. ‘No fucking way.’

I moved away from the door as I heard him coming up the stairs. “Let’s fucking talk.” I stood in the corner, holding my breath. “You think I’m stupid! I saw the picture y/n, Nina showed it to me.” He pounded on our door. “Open the fucking door!” My hands were trembling and my heart was in my throat. ‘He’s going to hurt me…to kill me.’ “Fucking bitch!” I heard him kick the door and I held my hands in front of my mouth, trying to be quiet. He kicked again but the door stayed close, then it became quiet on the other side. I was concentrating on the sounds and noises. ‘He’s still there.’ “Baby, open the door please.” He wasn’t yelling anymore, his voice was calmer. “Let’s talk, I’m not angry at you…I know you’re jealous of Nina but it’s okay darling.” I shook my head. “No, leave me alone Sean.” I was scared, shitting myself as I heard him mumbling. “Baby, just open the door.” “No! Go away!” He kicked the door again. “Fucking bitch!” I walked over to his nightstand and searched for his handgun. “I’m trying here! You are unbelievable, fucking whore!” I grabbed his gun and loaded it, pointing at the door as he was kicking it down.

The door cracked open and Sean walks in. “Stay there!” He immediately stops, holding his empty hands up. “Okay okay.” I was pointing the gun at him, trying to stay calm. “I won’t come closer, just put the gun down baby.” I shook my head. “No.” “Baby please, put the gun down. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was calm and he looked concerned. “I’m not a whore! I didn’t cheat on you! I’m not stupid!” I started to feel angry but Mostly hurt by him. “You don’t love me anymore, you’re the one who’s pushing me away! I didn’t cheat on you Sean, he’s a friend, he’s gay Sean!” He slowly nods, still holding his hands up. “I don’t know you anymore….you scare me.” My voice cracked at the end and tears finally fell, my eyesight started to get blurry and panic started to rise again as he slowly walks over. “Stay away from me.” My hands where trembling and he held his hand up in clear site. “I’m not going to hurt you, just give me the gun.” I shook my head, stepping away from him. “No.” He slowly reached out to the gun. “Baby, just give me the gun. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He grabbed carefully the gun, he grabbed my hands and slowly took the gun from me. “Good girl.” He unloaded the gun and threw the gun to the other side of the room.

Sean pov

She was shaking and crying, she’s terrified of me. I carefully reached out but she whined and flinched away from my touch. My heart broke in millions pieces. ‘It’s over…I screwed it.’ “Baby…” she wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head. “Don’t touch me.” I felt a lot of emotions going through my mind. “I didn’t mean to scare you…I’m sorry.” I felt the urge to cry, seeing her like this. “Please leave…” her voice cracked and she looked so small, so broken. “Okay, I will leave you alone…j-just don’t leave me…” tears fell down on my face and I harshly wiped them away. “I need some time…y-you did this Sean, not me. I cleaned the h-house, made you dinner….while you where o-out with her…again.” She was breathing rapidly, she was trying to calm down and get some air but It looked like she was choking. “You a-always choose her Sean, we h-had plans today….you ditched me again f-for her.” She wiped her tears away with the back of her trembling hands. “I know baby, I’m sorry…I got jealous, I would never hurt you….it was a misunderstanding baby, I was putting my gun away. I always a gun on me when I’m out, you know that.” I took a step back, giving her more room. “I would never…never hurt you.” My voice broke a bit and a whiny sob came out. “I love you…you’re my girl darling.” I turned around and cried, hiding my face from her, feeling worthless and a embarrassed. “I leave you alone, just don’t leave yet…y-you can’t leave like this baby.” I walked out of our room and went to the bathroom and sat on the ground, crying.

Y/n POV

I sat down as he left and hugged myself, trying to calm down my breathing. I was looking at the gun on the other side of the room. ‘I hate that thing…I hate them all.’ I heard Sean crying and I tried to block him out. ‘He never cries…’ I shook my head and started to hum a song. ‘Don’t give in…not yet. He’s crazy y/n, don’t fall for it.’ I was rocking back and forth, trying to stay here and not getting up and comforting him. I took a few deep breath’s and got up, I quietly walked downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass with water. ‘He’s crazy…he got jealous but he never apologised for ditching me…for her.’ A few tears fell silently my eyes fell on his phone, that was laying on the counter. ‘Don’t look, it probably will break your heart.’ I refilled my glass and gulped it down. His phone starts to buzz, Nina is calling him. I got angry and grabbed his phone and went upstairs, Sean was sitting on the ground as I stormed in. “Do you love me?” He looked confused. “Yes I love you, y/n what a…” “then pick up the phone and tell her to fuck off.” I held his phone in front of him, Nina was still trying to call him. “Baby…I..” I sarcastically laughed. “You know what, here you can have her. I’m leaving.” I threw his phone at his chest and walked to our bedroom.

“Baby please don’t do this….I love you.” Sean followed me as I was packing my stuff. “No you don’t love me because if you loved me you wouldn’t kick down our bedroom door, scream at me and throwing some hateful insults at me. You hurt me Sean, you scared me…I thought you were going to kill me.” I threw some clothes in my bag as he stood there watching me. “Is this for real?” “Yes Sean, you can choose. Her or me.” He looked at his phone and nodded. “You sure?” “Of course I’m sure Sean, I’m be an idiot but I am not a whore, I didn’t cheat on you…” ‘that one hurts me the most…he doesn’t even know my friends because he never has time for me anymore..’ he picked up the phone as he was looking at me. “Hey…I want you to stop calling me….it’s not professional anymore…..no it’s not because of my girlfriend…” I was furious but Sean shook his head at me, trying to calm me down. “No it’s not her Nina, it’s you….I’m not single and it’s getting weird between us now…yeah of course.” He held his phone out to me. “She wants to speak to you.” He whispers, I was confused but I took the phone from him.

“Hi Nina it’s me y/n.” I talked in a fake sweet voice while I was shooting daggers at Sean. “Hi girl, I’m shocked what Sean is just telling me, we have a few videos coming up together and I want to check in with you why he’s acting so weird.” Sean didn’t know what she was saying so he nodded at me, I waved him off. “I don’t know what’s he told you but maybe you should call someone else for those videos.” I heard her laugh. “So it is you…listen y/n he’s a star, you can’t hold him back.” I sighed softly, tired of this shit “Listen here Nina, I’m holding nobody back but myself, you want him then come and get him. I’m not fighting you for him.” Sean’s mouth fell open and tried to snatch the phone. “Get that thing here.” He scoffed at me and squeezed my hand and grabbed the phone. “Nina please just fuck off will ya. She’s not the fighter in this house but I am, so I will fight for her as long she keeps things running here back at home…so please stop bothering me.” With that he hang up. “You happy? Because this is going to be on the news very soon.” I started to smile and carefully hugged him, he wrapped his arm around me, gently kissing my head. “You’re not leaving anymore?” I shook my head. “No…we are perfect for each other. Both mentally ill.” He starts to laugh. “Yes we are baby, we are fucking nuts.” I giggled as he showered me with small kisses and apologises. “But you sure he’s gay?” I slapped his arm. “Of course, he has a date Saturday night..” I moved a bit away, to look at him. “okay okay I’m checking.” He surrendered with his hands up.“Don’t be an ass, mr I ditched my girl for a stupid video.” He pouted at me. “I’m sorry…I am an idiot and a loser for doing that but now I ditched her for you so please accept my apology.” I faked I was thinking and he gave me a look. “Okay I forgive you but next time I’m gone.” “I know, there will never be a next time.” He kissed my head and pulled me close again. “Good, because I will shoot you.” “I know darling, I was shitting myself when you pointed that thing at me.” I giggled softly. ‘We both belong in a psychiatric ward.’

#sean strickland x reader #sean x reader #ufc x reader #ufc imagine #ufc imagines #mma imagine #mma x reader #x you angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff imagine #sad imagines #crush imagines #imagines #imagine #y/n imagines #x you #x y/n #y/n x character

[pandapetals]

fool

steve harrington x fem! oc character - plus size character, crush, slow burn, kissing, scoops ahoy era, fluff, original character name, not proofread.

a/n: this is inspired by fool by djo. i know it may not be a romantic song but i wanted to take some of the elements and make something cute. it took forever to write.

word count: 6k

It had started as a simple crush. Emma would stare at Steve from the booth she sat in with her friends hoping he would meet her eyes. He never had but it didn’t stop her from admiring him whenever she came in for ice cream. His work uniform hugged all the right places, her eyes naturally following the curves. 

“There she goes again, zoned out daydreaming.” A voice called causing her to tear her eyes away from the counter where Steve stood to glare at her friends. 

“I wasn’t.” She protested making her friends irrupt into giggles. 

“You totally were. You have it bad for a guy you’ve never talked to.” One of them confessed, Emma’s heart sinking at the truth. 

It was stupid to think a guy like that would pay attention to her. She was bigger than most girls, the biggest in her friend group. It had never been an issue for her, her mother told her it was just baby fat and would fall off. Yet, she wasn’t a baby anymore and the fat wasn’t going anywhere. Emma had learned to embrace it instead of being ashamed of her weight.

She wasn’t insecure about it but her weight still made some guys avoid her like the plague. Emma had dated a few guys, she wasn’t a virgin to the idea of boys. However, she knew a guy like Steve Harrington would never date her. Much less pay any attention to her.

“You don’t have to be mean.” She finally replied. Her friends knew she had the biggest crush on Steve at the moment and it didn’t help that they always wanted to come to Scoops Ahoy! Emma wasn’t the only one who had built up this fantasy of Steve. Her friends had to, hoping Emma and Steve would get together.

“We aren’t Em. It’s just…it’s been like a month and usually, you would have made a move by now.” 

Emma shrugged, “I told you it’s a crush. Nothing serious.” 

Her reassurance did nothing to stop her heart from beating faster but it did stop the conversation from going further. She knew her friends meant well. However, it was up to her if she wanted this crush to turn into something more. Right now, she didn’t hate the idea of admiring him from a distance. 

They finished their ice cream, talking about going to one of the clothing stores to try on dresses when Steve walked out from behind the counter to clean tables. Emma felt the air in her throat stick, “C’mon.” She begged as she slipped out of the booth. 

“But I’m not done.” One of her friends cried even though she was. She was trying to stall to keep them here longer.

“I’m fucking serious. If you guys do anything I swear-”

Her friends laughed getting up to throw their trash away as Steve came over to clean the table next to them. This was the second time she had been this close to him. Emma was frozen as her friends made their way out leaving her behind. She needed to get over this crush because it was eating her alive. 

Steve had finished cleaning the table, turning around to see Emma standing there. She wore an odd expression as he glanced at her, the wet rag in his hand. “Excuse me.” He said gesturing toward the table she and her friends had been sitting at. 

Emma moved out of the way feeling stupid. Steve brushed past her to wipe down the table, Emma frozen, unsure what to do. 

“Is there something I can help you with?” He asked standing up straight after wiping the table, he was taller than she realized. 

“Umm…” She started her eyes wandering the floor, “I-I wanted to know if you were hiring.” She blurted out wishing the floor would swallow her whole. 

Steve shrugged thinking for a moment, “I’m not sure. I just work here. Hold on.” He replied walking off toward the counter. Emma followed slowly behind him as he yelled for some person named Robin. 

The window behind the counter opened to reveal a girl in the Scoops Ahoy! Uniform, a scowl on her face. “What dingus?” 

“Is this place still hiring?” He asked causing Robin to roll her eyes. 

“I think so.” She paused looking around Steve and noticed Emma standing there. “Are you the one asking?” 

Emma nodded.

 “Oh, I would not recommend working here. The pay is shit and having to work with this dingus is a nightmare.” She answered shooting an annoyed glare in Steve’s direction. 

“It’s not that bad.” 

Robin laughed, “Of course, it isn’t for Steve. This place is perfect for picking up babes.” She ducked behind the counter for a moment before returning with a large whiteboard. It had the words, you rule and you suck with tally marks on the you suck side. “Then again, he hasn’t been successful in actually impressing any ladies.” 

This made Emma’s heart leap but Steve groaned, “I haven’t yet but I can feel my luck turning around.” 

Robin shook her head, “I don’t think so dingus.” 

Emma laughed causing Steve to turn to shoot her a glare. “Sorry.” She quickly said as Robin grinned. Apparently, this was the way to win over Robin.

“Let me get you an application,” Robin said before closing the window leaving Emma and Steve alone. 

“Sorry about her. She hates life.” Steve whispered, his eyes landing on Emma’s. Her heart fluttered at the sight of his big brown eyes. 

“No worries. She seems like fun.” 

Robin walked around holding an application before handing it to Emma who took it. She knew this was probably the worst way to talk to Steve but at least he had finally noticed her. “Just fill it out and I’ll give it to the manager,” Robin assured her as Emma nodded. 

She took the application thanking them both before walking out. Her friends had been listening to the whole thing and when she came out, they couldn’t contain their questions. Why didn’t you just ask him out? Did you see the way he looked at you? Why did you do that?

Emma ignored them already feeling silly for thinking she could talk to Steve casually. The whole job thing was weird and there was no way she could come back from that. She would either have to apply for the job and get it or never go back to Scoops Ahoy! again. 

A week later…

It was irrational to think she could avoid the mall, it wasn’t like they had everything. Expect they did plus her friends loved hanging out at the mall any chance they got. She had faked being sick for a week to avoid going with them but this time she had no excuse. 

“You have to come with us.” They begged and Emma agreed but only if they avoided Scoops Ahoy! and she could go to the bookstore to look around. 

Once inside, the crowd of people made Emma feel dizzy. Her friends were headed off to the clothing stores not noticing that Emma was behind. She sighed breaking off from them and headed to the bookstore knowing it would be way calmer there. 

As usual, the scent of fresh pages and coffee filled the air when she walked in. While she didn’t read much she did enjoy admiring the books they had. Emma browsed the books stopping here and there to look at the covers or flip open the book to skim the first page. She had lost track of time making it toward the middle of the store when she heard a loud crinkling noise. 

Emma turned the corner of the bookshelf revealing a few tables and chairs, perfect for studying. Only there sat Steve Harrington loudly munching away on his lunch. “You know people come here to study and read, right?” She asked causing Steve to drop the bag of chips he had in his hand, his eyes quickly darting up. 

“No one ever comes in here.” He argued through a mouth full of food. 

“Well, I’m in here and I don’t want to hear someone eating food loudly.” 

Steve shrugged, “No one has complained yet. As I said, no one comes in here.”

“I come in here all the time.” 

“No, you don’t. I would have seen you.”

Emma paused unsure if she should take a seat or not, “Why are you even in here eating? Doesn’t Scoops Ahoy have a break room?”

“Because it’s quieter than the food court and you would know if you had applied to work there.”

The way Steve was staring at her caused her palms to sweat. He seemed almost upset that she hadn’t put in her application. “I forgot. I applied to a few jobs inside the mall.” She lied as Steve took another bite out of his sandwich. 

“Oh, well don’t listen to Robin. The place isn’t that bad to work at. I’m sure if you applied you would get the job.” 

“Ewww, can you stop talking with your mouth full?” Steve laughed sticking his tongue out and showing off his chewed-up food making Emma fake gag. “That’s really gross.” She replied covering her eyes with her hands. 

“I’ll stop.” He said as she peeked through her fingers to see him smiling at her. The way his face lit up, the corners of his eyes wrinkling made her smile. “Why did you come in here? Do you actually like reading?” 

Emma took this question as an invitation to sit down so she did. This was the third time she had been this close to Steve. “I read but not often.”

“Here I thought you were some nerd.” 

“Let me guess, you hate reading? Typical jock.” 

Steve’s face fell making her regret her comment, “Hey, I’m not really a jock anymore well since I graduated. Plus I do read it just I don’t have time for it.”

Emma nodded, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“It’s fine. I a lot of people think they know me.”

She knew he was speaking from experience because everyone thought of Steve as some typical popular kid who bullied nerdy kids. He had been that way in high school, dating the sweet pretty Nancy and being a jock. Hell, even Emma had thought that of Steve. That’s why she never expected to see King Steve working at the mall wearing an embarrassing uniform. That’s why she never thought he would even talk or look in her direction. Yet, here they were having a conversation. 

“I’m sorry. Obviously, people change and you aren’t the same person you were in high school.”

Steve nodded, “Yeah, it’s just hard to make people see you differently I guess.”

Emma nodded looking away feeling hot under Steve’s gaze. “Anyway, I should probably go. I left my friends without telling them.” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure my lunch break is over and Robin is going to kill me.” 

She laughed, “I bet she will.” 

Steve stood up picking up the leftover of his lunch, “Thanks for entertaining me during my lunch break.” He grinned at Emma making her heart flutter. She almost cursed under her breath knowing the crush she had on him hadn’t gone away. She mumbled something that sounded like “no problem” as Steve started to walk off. 

He paused turning back for a second, “Bye, Emma.” He said giving a small wave before heading off. She stood there frozen, Steve had known her name. Of course, they had gone to high school together but he was a dick back then. There was no way he would have remembered her name or even known who she was. 

Emma was beginning to understand that Steve was not who she thought he was. King Steve was gone, replaced with a nicer, gentle Steve. One she could only have made up in her head. This didn’t help her crush on him, it only grew larger with each time she saw him or talked to him. 

She left the bookstore with a huge grin on her face replaying the conversation with Steve. Emma hoped she would be able to talk to him again, hopefully somewhere else than the mall.

A few days later…

“We need to stop meeting like this,” Steve said as Emma sat down at the worn table inside the bookstore. She put her backpack down pulling out a lunch she had made for herself. 

“The mall is taking over Hawkins. I don’t think the real world exists anymore outside this place.” Emma replied as Steve laughed in agreement. 

Emma still wasn’t sure how it had happened but she had started eating lunch with Steve almost every day. She never put in her application to Scoops Ahoy, and she didn’t have a job at the mall but Steve had never asked any questions. It was stupid for Emma to be abandoning all of her responsibilities to talk to some guy, especially since she was sure he wasn’t into her like that.

“Should we continue yesterday’s debate?” Steve asked looking up through his lashes as he took a bite out of his lunch. Emma nodded, “Okay. Well before we left. I made my argument that Fast Times at Ridgemont High was the best movie ever.” 

Emma huffed, “Your argument wasn’t even valid. You said it was the best movie ever but never gave me a reason.” 

“Have you ever seen the movie? I don’t think you can judge a movie you’ve never seen.”

“I’ve seen it. Everyone has seen it because they want to look at Phoebe Cates's boobs.”

Steve grinned solidifying Emma’s thoughts. He only liked the movie because just like every other guy, you got to see a pair of tits. He coughed when he caught Emma’s glare, “Well, there are other reasons.” 

“Okay, name one.”

Steve scratched the back of his neck, “It’s realistic.”

Emma laughed, “It is not a realistic depiction of high school. Sure, maybe for popular kids but for us loners high school was a living hell.”

“Okay, fine.” Steve sighed looking down at the table making Emma grin in victory. 

“Admit it. You only like the movie because of boobies.”

“Eww, don’t say boobies.” 

“Just say you like boobies, Steve. Every guy does.” 

Steve groaned meeting Emma’s eyes, “Yes I do. Fine, you win.” 

Emma stood up taking a bow as Steve sank into his chair. She sat back down feeling like she was finally beginning to see the real Steve Harrington. “Since I won, can I ask you something?” She said feeling the heat of Steve’s stare.

He nodded, “Sure.” 

“If that’s the cover movie that you tell everyone is your favorite then what’s your real favorite film?” Emma asked leaning forward with anticipation.  

Steve sighed, “It’s embarrassing. I don’t really watch movies.” 

“C’mon. I promise I won’t laugh.” Steve didn’t answer instead taking a huge bite out of his sandwich. Emma groaned but Steve just shrugged gesturing to his full mouth. “Fine, be that way.” 

“What’s your favorite movie?” Steve asked once he had swallowed his food, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Halloween,” Emma replied in an annoyed tone. If he was going to lie to her then she could play the same game. 

Steve’s brows knitted together, “The slasher film?”

Emma nodded, “Yeah. What can a girl not like horror movies?”

“I just didn’t think a girl like you would like seeing people get stabbed to death.”

“What kind of girl am I?” Emma demanded making Steve stumble over his words. 

“I meant- shit. I just thought-.” 

“Steve, are you okay?” 

Steve nodded running his hand over his face, “Yeah. I should have explained myself better. I just didn’t expect you to like Halloween. I’m not sure why.”

“Because I’m not like other girls?”

“No, I’m sure there are other girls who love horror movies. I guess I just saw you differently.” 

Emma looked away unsure what Steve meant. “You really are bad at explaining yourself, Harrington but I think I know what you mean. I thought you were different too.”

“I hope you see I’m not the same guy I was.” He almost whispered causing goosebumps to form on Emma’s arm. She realized how close they were to each other, their faces naturally inching closer as they talked. 

“I should probably go.” She blurted pushing away from Steve knocking the chair back. 

“Why don’t you come hang out at work with me?” Steve suggested as Emma threw her half-eaten lunch inside of her backpack. 

“I don’t know.” 

“It’ll be fun. I’m sure Robin would lay off me if you were around.” He assured her, his brown eyes staring at her with hope. 

“Okay,” Emma replied following Steve back to Scoops Ahoy. 

The place was pretty empty since it was the middle of the day during the week allowing Robin and Steve to chill. Emma leaned against the window in the back, allowing her to hide if a customer or their boss showed up. Robin had been glad to see Emma, greeting her with a smile. “Dingus brought me a gift. I’m surprised.” She had called out earning a few glares from the customers who had been sitting. 

Now, the three of them were chatting, Emma forgetting that this was not a normal Wednesday afternoon for her. “Robin.” Emma called as Robin looked over, “Do you know what Steve’s favorite movie is?” She asked earning an odd expression from the young girl. 

Robin shook her head, “We’re coworkers, not friends but if I had to guess probably some cool dude film like Indiana Jones or Rocky?”

Steve huffed, “I can hear you guys.” He protested but Emma ignored him. 

“That’s what I thought but he said it was Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Only he can’t explain why he likes it.” 

Robin pretended to stroke an invisible beard, “Interesting. I think every guy like that movies for -”

“Phoebe Cates.” Robin and Emma said at the same time causing them to break into laughter. Steve groaned putting his hands on his hips and glaring at them. 

“Would you both stop acting like I’m not here?” He whined. 

Robin’s laughter calmed down as she said, “Maybe if you tell us what your real favorite movie is, dingus.” 

Emma quickly nodded, “We have to know. It’s a bonding moment for you and your coworker.”

Robin laughed as Steve rolled his eyes, “And what do you get out of it?”

Emma shrugged, “An answer?” She paused for a moment realizing this would allow her to know the real Steve better. Since hanging out with him more and more, she was beginning to see how much she liked having him as a friend. 

Steve sighed seeing the pair of eager eyes from both girls, “Fine, but if this gets out to anyone else, you're both dead.”

Robin grinned standing straight up posing in a salute, “Scots honor.” 

Emma burst into laughter realizing Robin was teasing Steve who now was turning red. She calmed down enough to reassure Steve they wouldn’t tell a soul. He took a deep breath leaning in closer to them, in a whisper he said, “Annie.” 

“Can you say it louder, I didn’t hear it,” Emma said just to tease him. She couldn’t believe Annie was his favorite movie.

“Annie,” Steve said again a bit louder.

“I’m sorry. Let me get this correct,” Robin replied tapping the counter with her nails. “You like the movie with the little red-haired orphan? The one where they sing?” 

Steve groaned turning away from them, “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.” 

“I think it’s cute.” Emma blurted out, her gaze softening as Robin processed the information. “Annie is a great film.” 

Steve turned to look at Emma, “I told you I don’t watch many movies. It was the last one I can remember watching and actually enjoying.” 

Robin and Emma both stood there unsure of what to say. It had become clear to Emma that Steve was still a child at heart. Robin gave Steve a small smile before turning to help the customer who had come in. Steve adjusted his uniform walking into the back room as Emma closed the little window. 

“Sorry I laughed.” Emma started as Steve sat down on one of the chairs. “I think it’s cute that you like Annie.” 

Steve wouldn’t meet her gaze instead focusing on the tie around his neck. “It’s the last movie I saw with my parents.” He mumbled and Emma’s heart sank. 

“I’m sorry.” She replied jumping off the counter to sit next to Steve. 

“They aren’t dead but they may as well be. They aren’t really around and when they are it’s not the best time.” Emma nodded placing her hand on Steve’s shoulder to comfort him. Steve looked up for a second meeting her eyes as a way to say thank you. 

“Why aren’t your parents around?” 

Steve sighed, “My mom caught my dad cheating, a few times. Instead of leaving him, she wanted to work it out. So whenever my dad has to go out of town for his job which is often, she goes with him because she doesn’t trust him.” 

Emma mumbled an “Oh.” As Steve shrugged, “It’s been like this for a few years now. I’m pretty sure their unhappy together. I don’t know why they are still together. I think my mom wanted me to have my dad around.” 

“Parents suck.” 

Steve laughed nodding in agreement, “Yeah they do. Are your parents still together?”

“Yeah but I don’t think they wanted me. I’m the only child and my dad pretty much tells me all the time how he and my mom had planned on traveling the world before I was born.”

“Shit, that’s messed up.” 

“Yeah, then my mom is always telling to what to do. How I need to lose weight, or how to dress. It’s exhausting.” 

Steve quickly looked up at Emma seeing how sad her eyes were. “You don’t need to lose weight.” He protested taking her hand from his shoulder into his. 

Emma nervously laughed, “Tell that to my mom. She thinks I’m a whale.”

“You aren’t. You’re so beautiful.” 

Emma’s heart stopped hearing Steve call her beautiful. She quickly looked away dropping his hand thankfully saved by Robin barging into the break room with a huff. “Steve, I need your help out here.” She shouted throwing a glare in his direction. 

Steve stood up following after Robin without protest leaving Emma alone. She was glad he had to get back to work. Nothing could have prepared her for what had just happened. Her mind raced with thoughts but she tried to push them down. Just because he called her beautiful didn’t mean he liked her as she liked him. 

Emma decided it was best to leave, she headed out giving a small wave to Robin and Steve. Robin waved back but Steve told her to wait a minute. Emma paused waiting until he was done with a customer. He walked her out of Scoops Ahoy until there was an empty spot where they could stop.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” He said running his fingers through his hair. 

Emma shook her head, “No, god no. I’m not insecure about my weight. I just never expected Steve Harrington to call me beautiful.” 

Steve blushed looking away, “I’m not anyone special plus it’s the truth. You are beautiful.”

Now Emma was blushing. She felt bold enough to grab Steve’s hand, his fingers wrapping around hers. “All this flirting Harrington and you still haven’t made a move. I don’t know if I take it that you're a gentleman or-”

Steve cut her off, “I’m nervous.” He finished making Emma’s eyes widen. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Now your making stuff up.” She said through a breathy laugh but Steve shook his head moving his other hand to her cheek. Emma relaxed into his hand feeling like a puddle. 

“Why don’t we meet tomorrow like we usually do but it’s a date?” 

Emma groaned, “I think I want to see you outside this damn mall. Even if I do love seeing you in your uniform.” 

Steve smirked, “I do work it pretty well.” He paused for a moment, “Okay, we’ll work something out.” 

Steve leaned down brushing his lips across her nose and Emma could smell his cologne, the scent of sweet lemon, and hints of musk. She felt her knees grow weak as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, her skin tingling. She had lost the ability to form any sentences as Steve pulled back smiling at her. 

“I’ll see you later.” He said as Emma slowly nodded trying to remain calm. He walked off back to work as Emma made her way out of the mall. This was not how today was supposed to go but it was a pleasant surprise. Steve Harrington actually liked her.

One month later…

That first date never happened because Steve was always busy working. Then he disappeared for a few days making Emma worry she had done something to piss Steve off. Only, she didn’t know that the mall had an underground secret Russian operation going on. 

When the mall shut down, Emma was shocked since everyone in town always went there. Steve was now out of a job so she tried her best to help him find another one. Eventually, he got a job at Family Video so Emma would come by here and there to hang out. Today was one of those days. 

Emma had shown up early right before opening so she could hang out with Steve before the store got busy. “Hey!” Robin said as she let Emma inside, closing and locking the door behind her. 

“Hi! I love what you did with your hair.” 

Robin blushed, fiddling with a strand of hair, “Thanks. You know I gotta impress the ladies.” 

Emma nodded following Robin to the counter where Steve was stacking VHS. “It helps that Steve is taken.” Robin pointed out making Emma give her a stretched smile. The thing was, Emma wasn’t sure if she and Steve were together. 

They had never talked about it. Emma never called Steve her boyfriend and they had only hung out a few times since Steve missed their first date. He had never asked her on another date. Emma was sort of rolling with whatever Steve did. 

Steve nervously laughed, “I don’t think it’ll help your chances.” 

Emma sighed in relief at his comment. Did this mean they were together? 

“Hey! I think I’ll do just fine.” Robin whined as Steve shrugged walking off with a stack full of VHS to the shelf. Emma followed him hoping to talk to him alone. 

“Here let me help.” She suggested taking a few VHS from Steve. 

“Thanks.” He replied as he began to shelf the tapes. “I’m glad you came by.” 

Emma smiled, “No problem. I’m sure Keith wouldn’t mind since I’m working for free.” 

“Oh, he would mind. This place is like his baby.” 

“Gotcha.” She paused looking over at Steve, “Can I ask you something?” Steve nodded putting the last VHS in place and turning to look at her. She took a quick breath, “What really happened to you?” 

Steve looked at her confused, “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t show up for our date and since then you’ve been different.”

He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. She expected him to come up with some excuse like he had before. Something came up. It was a family emergency. Instead, Steve collected his thoughts and began to tell her exactly what happened. When he was done, Emma looked at him with a hurt expression. 

“Steve. If you didn’t like me all you had to do was say that.” 

He shook his head trying to reach out to grab her hand but she pulled away. “I’m serious. It did happen you can ask Robin. I would have never stood you up.” He argued trying to calm her down. 

“That doesn’t make any sense. A bunch of Russians under the mall? You expect me to believe that? This is the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” She rambled making her way to the front to grab her bag. 

Steve followed after her, Robin glancing in their direction with a confused expression. “Wait!” He shouted as Emma tried to push the door open but it wouldn’t budge since it was locked. 

“Open the door, Steve!” She shouted as Steve grabbed her shoulder trying to make her look at him. 

“Just stay. Robin and I will explain it all, I promise. I don’t want to lose you.” He begged as Robin came up from the counter holding the keys to the door. 

Emma shook her head feeling the tears prickling her eyes. She wasn’t going to let him see her cry. She felt pathetic. How could she believe that some stupid handsome guy liked her? There was no other reason than he wanted to sleep with her and move on to the next girl. That’s how it was, wasn’t it? 

Robin moved between them unlocking the door for Emma. She took off to her car leaving them behind. “Robin.” Steve groaned, his eyes flickering to Robin’s. “Why did you do that?” 

“Because dingus if you don’t let her go then you’ll probably say something you regret.” She replied closing the door. 

“But-” 

“Steve, it’s best to let her be alone. You just told her you got kidnapped by Russians. It’s unbelievable.” 

“It’s true!” Steve complained rubbing his face with his hands in frustration. 

Robin sighed making her way back to the counter. “I know but she isn’t me or Nancy or any of those kids we hang out with. Even I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me what happened.” 

Steve sulked back to the counter knowing Robin was right. It was hard to remember what it was like before all the upside-down stuff happened. He had been a completely different person but after going through the shit he had, it had changed him. “You don’t always have to be right.” He finally complained at Robin who was logging in VHS returns. 

“It’s kinda my thing.” 

“She’ll talk to me again, right?” 

Robin looked up to give him a reassuring expression, “She will.” 

Steve slowly nodded taking another stack of VHS to the shelf hoping if Robin was right about anything it was that Emma would talk to him again. 

The thing was even though Emma was mad at Steve, her heart still longed for him. Once she had gotten home she tried to forget about their fight but everything kept reminding her of Steve. She began to feel she overreacted but at the same time, it was impossible to believe Steve’s story. 

Most guys would lead her on until they got close to her or slept with her. Then they would never talk to her again. Some would start to treat her like shit. Steve haven’t done any of that but he had left her without an explanation until now. 

Emma was beginning to realize that she had projected her insecurities onto Steve hoping it would push him away. While she was confident, negative thoughts were always in the back of her mind. Yet, Steve had proved he wasn’t like the guys she dated in the past. Regret and guilt started to overwhelm her until she ran down the hall to grab the house phone. 

“Mom, what’s the number to Family Video?” Emma yelled hoping by chance her mom knew the number. 

“I don’t know sweety.” She yelled back as Emma picked up the phone hearing the dial tone. She groaned rushing back to her room to grab her keys. She darted back out of her room shouting at her mom she was leaving not waiting to hear a response. 

It was stupid. 

Emma was driving back to Family Video when they were probably busy and Steve wouldn’t have time to talk but she needed to apologize. She still was on the fence about the whole Russian thing. However, it didn’t matter. She really liked Steve. 

His fluffy hair that was perfectly in place yet strands would fall in his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that made her heart melt. His goofy smile that filled his whole face, the laugh that would almost always follow. The little freckles across his cheeks that she so desperately wanted to kiss. 

She pulled into Family Video, and the parking lot was busy as she expected. She got out trying to remain calm as she pulled open the door spotting Robin behind the counter. She looked up, her expression changing when she realized it was Emma. 

“I thought you would be back.” She said with a grin. 

“Please tell me his here.” 

Robin nodded, “His in the back right now. He was pretty bummed after you left.” 

“Shit. I know. I messed up.”

“No, you didn’t. It’s hard to explain but there’s some weird shit that happens in this town. After you talk to Steve, I’ll tell you about it.” Robin assured her before gesturing to the door in the back. 

“Thank you, Robin. You’re the best.” 

Robin laughed, “Yes I am, and don’t forget it.” 

Emma thanked her again before heading to the back room. She slowly opened the door seeing a small hallway that lead to a bathroom, an office, and a break room. She walked down the hallway until she stopped in the doorway of the break room seeing Steve sitting there. 

“Hey,” Emma mumbled as he looked up with a small smile. 

“I’m sorry.” He immediately said before standing up causing the chair to scrape against the floor. 

“Don’t be sorry. I overreacted because I was insecure.” 

Steve shook his head about to speak when Emma took a step closer to him struggling to find the words. She could feel the tears brimming her eyes. She needed to explain herself to Steve if they ever wanted to be together. 

“I’m insecure even though I try not to be. My weight has always been an issue for everyone but me. Almost every guy I liked would lead me on just to end things by saying it was a joke or a prank. Or they would ignore me, act like I didn’t exist. When you disappeared all those insecurities pushed their way back up.” 

Steve's gaze had softened at her words. He reached out to her, Emma taking his hand in hers letting his warmth wash over her skin. “I thought you were a fool to even look at me.” She whispered feeling the tears run down her cheeks. 

Steve shook his head, “If I’m a fool then I’m your fool.” 

Emma laughed wiping her face, “You’re something else, Harrington. I bet you don’t even remember me in high school?” She remembered the first time she had seen Steve. He had been talking to Tommy and Carol in the hallway before class started, his preppy boy smirk on display. Despite being in the hallway, he had still been late to class when the bell rang. 

Emma had sat in the back hoping to avoid anyone sitting next to her. She watched as Steve walked in taking the seat in front of her the scent of his cologne burning her nose. It was the first time she had been so close to him. She had never cared for the popular kids, especially Steve who was a major asshole. Yet, as the semester continued she found herself developing a small crush.

She liked his charming smile and how he sometimes talked to her. One day in class, he turned around to ask for a pencil which made Emma forget how to speak. She had fumbled in her bag looking for an extra pencil when she couldn’t find one she gave him her pencil. For the rest of class, she stared at the back of his head living in a fantasy. 

Steve brought Emma out of her daydream, “I remember you. I was an asshole back then but I remember I sat in front of you in Math class.”

Emma grinned, “I had the biggest crush on you. I totally thought I was over you.” She confessed as Steve’s thumb did small circles on the back of her hand. 

“You don’t have a crush on me anymore?” He asked with a pout, “I think high school me was the dumbest guy not to notice how beautiful you are.” 

Emma leaned in right beside Steve’s ear, “What a fool.” She whispered as Steve chuckled leaning down to lightly brush his lips against hers. 

“I’m all yours.” He whispered against her lips before pressing them to hers. Emma sighed relaxing against Steve as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. Her hands wrapped around his neck as Steve pulled away to catch his breath. “I’ve wanted to kiss you again for so long.” 

Emma blushed looking up at him. Steve couldn’t help himself, he kissed her again putting her hands on his head wanting her to play with his hair. She wrapped her fingers around his hair pulling on it gently making Steve moan against her lips. 

A knock on the door caused them to pull away, Emma feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. “What?” Steve asked roughly as he pulled away from Emma. 

“Are you okay in there?” Robin asked opening the door slightly. 

“Yeah.” Emma replied as Robin stepped inside, “We worked everything out.” Her face was bright red as Robin gave them a wink. 

“I knew you could do it, Steve,” Robin said giving him a thumbs up as Emma laughed.

Steve groaned, “Thanks for the confidence.” He pressed a soft kiss to Emma’s forehead as Robin walked out to go back to work. Steve followed after her but stopped when he noticed Emma wasn’t beside him. “C’mon.” He said holding out his hand for her.

“I thought I would just hang out here.” 

Steve shook his head, “Hell no. You’re an honorary Family Video employee now.” He announced taking his vest off and handing it to Emma. She laughed slipping it on smelling Steve’s scent. “Plus I gotta show off my girl.” He whispered as he leaned down to quickly kiss her. 

“Does that mean your boyfriend?” She asked pulling him to her. 

Steve smiled, “If you want me to be?” 

“Of course.” She replied kissing him again. She knew her being here was a huge distraction to Steve and it would probably annoy Robin but she didn’t care at the moment. Steve pulled away grabbing her hand as they walked back to the front counter where Robin was helping a customer. 

“Just hang around here,” Steve said as she nodded, “After work, we’ll finally have that date, I promise.” 

Emma felt giddy inside as Steve walked off to help an older gentlemen find a movie. Everything was perfect at that moment. She looked across the store at Steve, their eyes meeting and exchanging smiles. Robin noticed but for once she didn’t make a sarcastic comment. Steve deserved to be happy.

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ohoho i shall be (evil face)

di i demand to be the first to be informed about new oc developments!!!!! >:(

but in the meantime i'm kicking down your door and making you listen to my oc rambles (also tagging holly @swanconcerto cause she seemed interested hehe)

for one i found a drawing of Briar c:

this is like his fancy special occasion outfit he doesn't normally dress like that (to Evie's chagrin). he usually dresses in like a casual dark academia style? lots of sweater vests and black but also red sometimes!

i only have old drawings of Evelyn that don't match how i imagine her anymore so :((

okay anyway i wanna ramble about them being cute together so !!! first meeting!!!

they first met at the grocery store that Briar works at and like. it was a mess.

yes, Briar usually pretends to be very arrogant but he's still at the very least polite to the customers

so imagine the crisis his manager goes through when Evie comes in and Briar is just unbelievably rude to her😭

she comes up to him and asks if he can show her where the flour is and he's like "find it yourself or ask somebody else" and then he fucking bolts to the break room

it's not on purpose okay he's a loser and saw a pretty girl and his mind just shut down so he acted on reflex

meanwhile Evie is all like "okay wow this is the first time i worked up the courage to ask a worker for help and this happens. what if i die."

Briar's manager jumps in and helps her and then immediately rushes off to scold Briar

the only reason he didn't get fired on the spot was because this is the first time this happened and also Briar just looks like he's ready to pass out right then and there so the manager takes pity

Briar is panicking because "nooOoOOoooo i was a dick to the pretty girl i have no chance now" and Evie is panicking because "omg i must have said something wrong oh god this dude hates me now i can never come back here"

they're so fucking stupid i love them

Evelyn avoids the grocery store for a while because she's absolutely MORTIFIED but her efforts all went to waste because Briar shows up at HER place of work

total accident btw because he was also completely mortified, but his sister is a regular there and recommended it to him

(it's his 3rd sister btw!! the 20ish one who likes bugs, she's probably the closest with Briar out of all 4 siblings)

Evie sees him come in and almost fucking explodes on the spot

Briar sees her behind the counter and goes through 25 stages of grief at once

it's right after lunch rush so they're basically alone safe for the old lady sitting in the corner and Makena in the back room

Briar wants to apologize but he just can't lol but he does manage to not be inncredibly rude again

it's like really fucking awkward i can't lie HAHAGDD

but when he goes to order he asks for Evie's recommendation and she's like :O so he doesn't hate me??

he actually sits down at the counter even though he finds it terrifying

and anyway he really likes the pastery she recommended him so he's like "wow these are rly good do you guys get them delivered or do you make them yourselves?"

and Evelyn fucking loses it because !!!! i made those!!!!!!!!! and she's just so happy and goes on a ramble about how she tried a new recipe and these are a bit of an experiment and oh she was just so scared nobody would like them

and then BRIAR is in his head all like "!!!! if i come here again!!! i get to talk to her AND eat delicious stuff she makes!!!!!!!!"

like he doesn't even care that it has no nutritional value for him lol

more silly shenanigans once they get closer/start dating

so much food omg he cooks for her and she bakes for him

words of affirmation is deffo a love language they share

Briar's is also gift giving and remember his family is loaded

Evie can't go into any store with him because the second she looks interested in something he already bought it

Evie is big on physical touch. ALWAYS holding hands. a billion forehead kisses. like thank god they don't go to the same school because they would make everybody SICK

they're both so impressed by the others powers

Evie makes something float and Briar loses his mind because WOW THSTS SO COOL!!!!

Briar and vampire speed. he's like a 10 year old trying to impress his crush in p.e. like "look how fast i can run!!!" it's very silly but Evelyn still claps for him

there's like a lake near them in the woods and Evie is like "hear me out what IF you throw me across all the way to the other side of the lake and then you run there and catch me can you do that??" and Briar's all like girl you are insane

but they do it anyway and it's Evie's favourite thing

Evie takes him to broom races and he almost died when he saw just how fast she actually flies on that fucking stick with no safety nets whatsoever

also takes him with her on some regular flights and he likes the view but the height is also scary. like he trusts her fully but GOD

Evie was devastated when she found out that vampires can't turn into bats

#cosmic communication #stella's super cool ocs

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sunrises & liquor (m) | myg

fire (and the songs you played) 

pairing: min yoongi x reader

series: sunrises & liquor

rating: m; cursing, alcohol consumption, future smut

genre: bar workers au, barman yoongi au, (kinda) forbidden relationship, future angst, future smut, fluff

summary: after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption (duh), future smut, barman yoongi, y/n struggles bc min yoongi, there’s a misogynistic ass client.

a/n: hello lovelies! Sooo, here it is the second chapter of sunrises & liquor. It was a pain to write at times but it finally fell into place and I’m excited for you guys to read this one! I’ve got a lot planned so brace yourselves hehe. ALSO we meet Hobi and Jin yaaaaay! Anyway, thanks for reading I love you all<3

// thanks to my dear friend who beta’d for me, @lilredtot couldn’t have done it without you I love you<3

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You wake up the morning after your Friday night (or Saturday morning) hang out with a terrible headache and a dead phone, almost sleeping through your lunch date with Taehyung.

When you get to the little café you see his dark head of fluffy hair immediately. He’s sitting at your usual place, next to the corner window adorned by kitschy stickers. The bell chimes when you walk in. The barista notices you and sends you a friendly wave that you reciprocate with a kind smile.

You walk up to the table where your best friend is sitting at and hug him from behind. He jumps at the contact, letting out a startled squeal which makes you snicker loudly.

“One day you’ll have to drag my ass to the hospital if you don’t stop this shit” He giggles.

“Maybe if you were more aware of your surroundings I wouldn’t have to” 

“Touché.” He takes a good look at you before he continues. “You look like you haven’t slept for a whole week”

You groan pitifully and rub your eyes. “I slept an impressive total of four hours this morning, give me a break.”

He takes a sip of his hot drink, making sure to make a loud slurping sound while he’s at it. “Oooooh, I see”

You groan. “I was just hanging out with my colleagues after work. Don’t get it twisted, Tae”

“I’m disappointed,” he clicks his tongue. “Well, now that you’re finally here, can we eat? I’m hungry as fuck. I was waiting for your late ass to get here to order.” 

“I feel honored, thank you” You place your hand on your heart and head to the counter, Taehyung following closely behind.

Taehyung asks in between bites about your new job. You tell him all about the customers, about Jimin and the black haired bussboy, about Samantha, Todd and Yoongi. 

You also tell him about Namjoon, the doorman who managed to make you feel at ease as soon as you met him. While you’re busy blabbing about your colleagues, you find yourself smiling fondly. Feeling more at home after a week at The Third Wall than you ever felt anywhere else.

You ask him how his new play is going. Listen intently as he tells you all about the rehearsals and how excited he is to finally perform. You feel incredibly happy for your friend who gets to live comfortably from his passion. 

He clears his throat and grins widely, that boxy smile of his you love so much. 

“Soooo, anybody cute at work?” He wiggles his brows. “Anybody you got a crush on?” 

You shoot him a flat look. “Tae you know I’m not doing that again” He rolls his eyes. “ They don’t say don’t fuck with the payroll for nothing you know. I’m definitely not fucking with the payroll this time. I learned my lesson last time, thank you very much.”

He sighs.

“You can’t close yourself off forever all because of a few bad experiences.. You lived, you learned, you deserve to find someone. Or at least get laid.” The little shit. “Please, at least get laid” 

“I’m not closing myself off, I’m just being cautious.” You respond.

“Babe.. you need to dip your toe in the pool, scratch the itch.“

You stare at him, incredulous.

“Ooook, ending this conversation right now.” 

You gather your things, bring your empty plates and cups to the counter before turning back to look at Taehyung who’s still laughing like he just said the funniest thing he’s ever heard. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips.

“I really need a nap before work, four hours is not enough for me to function properly.” 

Taehyung pouts. “You’re so busy these days I’ll have to come see you at the bar soon if I want to spend time with you.”

You hug him tightly and feel a rush of love and support making your heart swell. This is what family feels like, you think. 

You break the hug first, shooting your best friend a wide grin. “I would love it if you did, drinks are on me.”

“Oh well then, I’m definitely coming soon.” He says cheekily, making you cackle.

“Good, I’ll text you soon,” you hug him one last time before heading home. 

You sleep like a log, so much so that you have to lay in bed for at least ten minutes after you wake up, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answers to the universe’s darkest secrets. Since you left your car close to the bar last night, you have to walk all the way to work. Which isn’t that bad in itself, maybe a twenty minute walk.

It starts raining while you’re napping. You forget your umbrella and step into a puddle, soaking your sneakers and your socks in the process. When you get to work, you're freezing, soaking wet and mostly pissed off.

“Wow, someone looks like they’re having a marvelous day” you hear a gruff voice say.

You turn around to glare at the man. “Remarkable, amazing, a real pleasure.” 

Yoongi laughs, only amplifying your overall annoyance. 

When you finally punch in, Jimin is behind the bar, toothy smile and all. His grin falters as soon as he takes in your appearance.

“You look like you went through hell and back” He says, voice laced with concern and maybe a little bit of amusement. 

“You look like you went through hell and back” He says, voice laced with concern and maybe a little bit of amusement. 

“You look like you went through hell and back” He says, voice laced with concern and maybe a little bit of amusement. 

“Feels like it, I forgot my umbrella and stepped into a puddle.” You say, probably looking completely dejected.

“Poor baby..” He puts his empty serving tray down. “I have an extra shirt, do you want it? It’s not super fashionable but you’ll catch a cold like this.”

“You’re an angel and I appreciate you so much” 

You change into the plain oversized black shirt Jimin lends you, sighing in content at the feeling of dry clothes on your skin. 

Work is slow today, slower than last Saturday. You have plenty of time to appreciate the Jazz band on stage and admire the vocalist’s talent. 

You’re too busy watching the spectacle to notice when someone slips next to you.

“They’re amazing aren’t they?”

You startle, bringing a hand to your heart to keep it from jumping straight out of your chest and onto the bar. 

The laugh that resonates through your whole body is one you don’t recognize, it’s loud and obnoxious, and so damn contagious.

You turn to the stranger and can’t help the chuckle that escapes when you take in the man’s amused expression. Wide grin threatening to split his face in half at any moment. He’s sporting dark red hair, is quite tall and very slender. 

Handsome, you think. 

“I’m sorry god, you got so scared, it was hilarious” He snorts.

“Glad to know my almost early demise amuses you” You laugh with him, unable to resist the urge.

When the red haired man calms down, he extends his long arm towards you, offering his palm in greeting.

“I’m Jung Hoseok” His tone is cheerful, you think that if warmth could take on a human form, Hoseok would be it.

You shake his hand and tell him your name,

“I’m the new waitress”

He slots his hands in his blazer’s pockets, his smile never faltering. “Nice to meet you, I heard about you.”

“So you’re the one who’s in charge of Jazz nights then?” You inquire, albeit you already know the answer.

“That and everything that’s related to any events at The Third Wall, yeah.” 

“It’s because of him that any event always goes smoothly.” A bright voice chimes in.

“Yah Jimin-ah, that’s not true” You think you notice a faint blush creeping its way on the tall man’s cheeks.

“Always so modest hyung” The younger man sticks his tongue out before shooting Hoseok a dazzling smile.

You clear your throat. “I have to get back to work,” you smile sheepishly “I’m glad I finally met you” 

“Likewise”

The night stays slow, a welcome break since you’re tired. It’s way past midnight and you’re leaning against the counter, elbows on the bar, head in your hands. There are four occupied tables in your section, but they don’t really drink that much. Which means you have time on your hands, time to think about how you really wanna go home and fucking sleep, get out of your still wet socks and wake up in two days.

You get yanked out of your brooding thoughts by a large, veiny hand dropping something on the counter in front of you. You stare at it, confusion clearly apparent by the way your eyebrows furrow.

A tangerine.

You look up to your left, meeting Yoongi’s nonchalant gaze.

“What’s that?” You quirk a brow.

He shrugs, draping a rag on his shoulder in one swift motion. “A tangerine” 

You stare at him incredulously. Min Yoongi, a man of few words. Straight to the fact. So annoying. And a bit endearing too.

“It’s so you don’t bite me.” He chuckles.

You stare, a bit dumbfounded. 

The fuck does he mean. 

Your mind races back to last night’s beer pong game, Yoongi’s staring at you, leaning his hip on the counter with an amused look on his face.

“So no biting uh?” You say.

Yoongi stifles a laugh as soon as the words leave your mouth and oh my god you can’t believe you just said that. 

He smirks. “Cute. But no, not at work.” 

You blush profusely at his response. Embarrassing, you’re so damn embarrassing.

“T-thank you.. for the tangerine” Why is it that you can’t seem to be able to not lose face around him?

“You’re welcome love” 

And just like that he goes back to cleaning his work space. A small smirk on his face, leaving you with your own utter embarrassment, confusion, and a tangerine.

Confusion because what was that? Confusion because he paid so much attention to your stupid drunk banter last night.

Confusion because from what little dots your brain managed to connect together, isn’t he in some sort of relationship with the other barmaid, Samantha? 

And if he actually is, why is he being this way with you? 

It’s all a little too much for you to process so you settle on getting out of behind the bar and working because that doesn’t require thoughts and introspection and that’s easier. You like easy.

When 3 o’ clock comes rolling, you and Jimin are already halfway through your closing tasks, having started earlier with the night being slow and all.

Yoongi heads to the office to count the cash register and make sure everything adds up for each of your readings while Jungkook is happily singing a song you don’t recognize and putting one glass after the other in the dishwasher.

He has a nice voice, you think.

The band members are still here, hanging out at the bar, finishing their beers. You learn their names. The guitarist’s name is Yeonjun, he has a very charismatic presence.

The bassist and back vocalist is Soobin. He’s easy to talk to and from the few words you exchanged with him last Saturday, you reckon you could very much get along with him. 

Then there’s Taehyun, the main vocalist.

You also talk for the first time to the drummer who goes by the name of Hwasa, the only woman of the band. She’s absolutely intimidating, but in a good way: she oozes confidence and badass energy. 

You wave Hwasa and Taehyun off when they leave together.

It’s only when you’re deep in conversation about music and making a comfortable living off of your passion that Yoongi comes back from the office.

“Yah, you guys better finish your drinks soon we’re almost done here,” He says while helping Jungkook with the dishwasher, putting the glasses away as soon as they’re clean. 

“Yeah yeah, we’re almost done.” Yeonjun smirks before continuing “Oh, by the way Jimin, Yoongi, you both didn’t confirm you’ll be at the wedding. You guys still coming or..?”

Yoongi replies first. “Yeah sorry about that.. I’ll definitely be there”

“Oops, I forgot to RSVP.” Jimin giggles. “I’ll definitely be there too, I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” His tone is so cheerful you can’t help but feel a little thrilled too.

“Oooh, who’s getting married?” You inquire excitedly.

“We are” Soobin says, gaze locked adoringly on Yeonjun who’s delicately intertwining their fingers together. You think that if you physically could, you would melt right on the spot.

“Oh wow, congratulations you guys!” You exclaim, grinning from ear to ear. They both smile, like nothing in the world could disrupt their happy bubble. 

And maybe there isn’t. 

“You should totally come!” Yeonjun says. “There’ll be great food, dancing, an open bar, all that good stuff.” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

 If there’s one thing you didn’t expect today, it’s being invited to the wedding of a couple you barely know.

"Um.. Well if you want me to..” You don’t want to sound ungrateful for the invitation but you also don’t want them to feel like they need to invite you since you asked about it.

"OH YES YES” Jimin screeches, making you cover your ears in sheer surprise. "You should totally come as my plus one! It would be so fun, please please!” He sends you a hopeful look and you can hear Yoongi stifle a laugh from the other end of the bar. Asshole.

You shyly glance at Yeonjun and Soobin who are smiling brightly at you.

"Obviously don’t feel obligated to come just because we asked,” Soobin starts "But we would definitely love to have you there” He wraps his arm around Yeonjun’s waist.

"If you don’t want to go with Jimin you can always come with me, I’m the better company” Jungkook butts in. Jimin shoots him an indignant look to which the younger man replies with a grin.

"Yah Jeon Jungkook! Respect your elders!” Jimin protests.

"Sorry Jungkook but, you snooze, you lose. Jiminie asked first.” Jungkook whines at your decision while Jimin grins like a petulant child who has just been given back his favorite toy.

“Besides, isn’t there someone else you should ask to accompany you instead? Someone tall, blond, with dimples?” You smugly continue. 

This time Yoongi doesn’t try to hide the loud laugh that comes out. But Jungkook sure tries to hide the bright crimson color that settles rapidly onto his cheeks and nose while he mumbles something about having no idea what you meant. You snort.

Yeonjun and Soobin look very confused but ultimately decide to pay no mind to your banter. 

"Well then it’s settled, if you work on October 23rd you better ask for time off.” Yeonjun beams.

"I’ll check it out tomorrow” You smile back at him.

And just like that you all get back to light conversation while you finish closing up. It doesn’t take long before you grab your things and all head down the stairs, followed by Yoongi who locks the door behind you.

You’re immediately hit by the cool end of summer night air, making you shiver slightly since you’re a bit underdressed. 

You say goodbye to Jungkook first, then to Yeonjun and Soobin who head towards their car, hand in hand. 

"Want me to walk you to your car?” Jimin asks you.

"If you want to, yeah.. I’m right around the corner.” 

You feel soft fabric being draped on your small frame and you startle before you swirl around to meet Yoongi’s unbothered gaze. You notice he’s not wearing the hoodie he had on a minute ago. 

You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing but he cuts you off first.

"You looked cold,” He says.

Min Yoongi, the man who always pays attention even when you think he’s not.

"Now you’ll be cold though,” You pout but still pull the hood on your head.

He shrugs. "I’m fine, take it”

“Thanks,” You half whisper.

"Don’t sweat it love” He smirks and you shiver.

Jimin eyes the both of you before clearing his throat obnoxiously.

"This is all very cute, but I’m tired. Can we go?” You blush furiously and desperately try to hide the frankly embarrassing color that adorns your cheeks by staring at the ground.

"Rude..” You hear Yoongi mumble.

Jimin lets out a loud chime like laugh before you both head towards your car.

The week started off well, you and Taehyung went out shopping on Monday and inexplicably ended up shitfaced in his apartment.

(“Everyday is a good day to get drunk” he said.)

You woke up on Tuesday morning in Taehyung’s bed, curled up to his side, drooling on his shirt and all that classy shit. You surprisingly felt quite well despite the copious amount of alcohol you had ingested the night before. 

He had insisted you stay a little longer and you ended up watching Clueless for at least the 100th time since you’d known Taehyung. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him how tired of the movie you were. He looked so happy every time that you would watch it with him and you think you could watch it a hundred times more if it meant your best friend would be this content.

When you got home you reorganized your place, cleaned the dishes that were haphazardly piled up on the kitchen counter, a reminder of how busy you were keeping your schedule. Then, you folded the contents of your laundry basket.

You promised yourself you’d take it a little easier next week.

When Wednesday came you were bummed to notice that Jimin wasn’t there. Samantha had explained to you that there weren’t normally two waiters/waitresses on Wednesday and that Jimin had only come in to help since it had only been your second shift. 

You made a mental note to thank him profusely on Friday for taking on another shift to help you. 

So instead of the usual mindless chatter you exchanged with Jimin, you got to know Sam a bit better. She was an absolute sweetheart, had not even an ounce of malice in her whole body. She always seemed happy and bubbly. Couldn't be me, you thought.

You suppressed the thought to the best of your ability. Which means you put it in your “will think about when I have another existential crisis” pile, at the very back of your brain. Anatomy, fascinating really.

Which now leads you to Friday, your second shift of the week.

It had started very smoothly, busy but nothing crazy. You happily greeted Namjoon as you came in, exchanging a few words. You were surprised to realize how happy you were to see Jimin again, you’d become attached so quickly to his comforting and joyous presence that you’d missed him more than you’d like to admit.

Your heart stuttered slightly when you saw the blond barman, nothing new but still unnerving. You exchanged witty banter, as you usually do. Except since last Saturday you tried to be careful about it, flirting had become way too easy with him and you couldn’t go down that road. Not after realizing he was seeing Sam, not after telling yourself time and time again don’t fuck with the payroll.

Sexual attraction really wasn’t worth the complications, you convinced yourself.

Jungkook was as excited as ever to be washing dirty glasses and switching beer kegs. Truly something else, that one. 

It was all going swimmingly. That is until a middle aged man had to ruin your mood because, of course.

“-telling you, I did NOT order that many shooters.” His voice comes out slurred.

“Sir, I have to put in an order in the system each time someone orders something so the barman can make it. If it’s there, it’s because you ordered it and drank it.” You forcibly smile, trying your damn best to keep your cool. A middle aged white man is not about to make you crack, no way in hell.

“Well then you must have drank them or made an error, because I did not order these.” He repeatedly taps his finger on the receipt, like you’ll suddenly realize you made an error. You didn’t. “How long have you been doing this?”

You breathe in sharply, trying to contain your anger. He did not just imply that you charged him something you took yourself. You may have drank two or three shooters earlier but they were all very much paid by staff and you’re very much not drunk, not even tipsy.

“Is there something going on here?” Yoongi asks, tone so authoritative you feel like shrinking in your sneakers. 

The man leans back from the counter, gulping visibly. “Y-yes, there’s more drinks on my tab than there should be, I didn’t drink these and she keeps saying she didn’t make an error..” He points to the items in question on the little printed receipt you gave him earlier. 

Yoongi hums. “Are you implying that my colleague here purposely added drinks that you didn’t drink or order on your receipt?” He quirks an eyebrow in a motion that says, go ahead take the bait, try me.

The man does not, in fact, take the bait.

“No, no of course not..” He says, unconvincingly. 

Yoongi’s face lights up in a very mock smile before he replies dryly “Well then, if she says she didn’t make an error, she didn’t. Anything else?” 

The man shakes his head nervously and Yoongi passes him the payment terminal before patting your shoulder in an attempted soothing gesture. All it does is make your heartbeat falter. But he doesn’t need to know, the intention was there after all. Your lewd thoughts about Yoongi are your own damn fault.

Maybe his strong veiny hands should also be held a bit responsible but that’s another story for another time.

You smugly make the man pay, not surprised at the low tip he leaves you. You’re not sure he would’ve left you a good tip anyway. At least the man was your last client, the other tables having already paid. So you take a quick five minutes break after that, you definitely deserve it.

When you come back there’s only 15 minutes left until closing time and your colleagues are already busying themselves with cleaning up the bar.

You approach Yoongi who’s aggressively rubbing his bar tray, laughing internally at how goddamn funny he looks while doing so, tongue out and all. 

“Working hard I see” You lean on the bar next to him. 

“You know me, employee of the month” He discards his rag on the tray, standing up in the process.

You clear your throat. “Thanks for earlier, he was not listening to me, at all.” 

He shrugs his shoulders and busies himself by cleaning the bar counter, visibly uncomfortable with the situation. “You don’t have to thank me, he was a dick.” 

You tilt your head towards him, intent on making your gratefulness clear. He fleetingly glances at you.

“I do though.. The guy kept making misogynistic comments at me all night before that. He just didn’t want to believe me. So thanks, otherwise it would’ve taken all night.. or I would’ve lost my shit.” He stills at that, now looking at you with an unreadable expression etched upon his face.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that. I’ve heard all sorts of stories from Sam, it makes me sick you all have to deal with this shit.” Now he looks straight up angry. 

“Yeah.. It’s not particularly fun..” You grab the discarded rag laying on the tray and start mindlessly rubbing it, searching for anything to occupy your hands really. 

“I can’t imagine” His voice comes out carefully, delicately. A contrast with how angry he looked moments ago. “If you ever want my help again, don’t ever feel bad asking, yeah?” 

“I just feel like this is my battle, you know? But if I ever need to, I will. Thanks.” You say, not sure if he’s going to be offended by your words. It’s not that you don’t appreciate the offer. You just don’t want to resort to his help unless you really need it.

He takes a few seconds to respond. “I totally get that.” He pauses. “ I’m pretty sure you don’t need my help anyway, just don’t want to have to hide a dead body if possible.” 

You burst out into laughter, throwing your dirty rag at him. “So you would hide a dead body for me?” You can see the faintest shade of pink decorating his cheeks. 

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that” He grumbles, avoiding your question. 

You all finish closing up the place, Jungkook cheerfully wipes the tables clean (how does he do that seriously), Namjoon comes upstairs to wait for everyone this time, blaming the cold, and you and Jimin clean the menus while you argue about which chocolate bar is better, Kit-Kat or Coffee Crisp? (How is that even up for debate, of course it’s Coffee Crisp.)

When you’re all finally done you head to Jimin’s place in Namjoon’s car, cursing the cold night over and over again while you wait for the car heater to finally kick in.

You all quickly get into Jimin’s place, unwilling to stay outside more than necessary, kick your shoes at the front door and make yourselves comfortable on the sofa while Jimin passes everyone a cold can of beer. 

You’ll have to remember to slip him money for all the beer he keeps giving away like he’s got all the money in the world or something.

Then ensues a vicious game of “Who’s most likely to” which leaves you a lot tipsier than earlier. Yoongi also ends up begrudgingly drinking two beers throughout the game, a victim truly. 

(“Who’s most likely to sleep with a coworker?”

Everyone points at Yoongi.

“Oh come on, that’s not even fair!”)

The game inevitably comes to an end at some point, giving place to a very confusing conversation between Jimin and Jungkook about Dirty Dancing and how it’s better than The Notebook. (You don’t even see the correlation between the two) You take that as your cue to escape to the balcony, shivering against the cold air as soon as you step outside.

You prop your arms on the railing as you did the last time you were here, staring at the horizon contemplatively.

You like your new colleagues, would even dare to call them new friends. The night had been very fun, you’d laughed more than you ever did in months.

You like spending time with them. But sometimes, standing in the cold September night air is just as likable.

These are your favorite moments, when time seems to stand still and you can hear the sound of leaves rustling, the distant roar of a vehicle roaming the streets, the sound of a car door being slammed shut, probably an early worker. You feel alive, aware, present.

Which is why when the sliding door opens and promptly closes behind you, you’re not startled. 

Present.

You’re very aware when someone slides next to you, propping their arms on the railing just like you did a few minutes ago. The man drapes a blanket over the both of you, the warmth hits you almost immediately.

Yoongi breaks the silence first. “Waiting for sunrise?”

You smile cheekily. “Joining me again?”

“Might as well make it a tradition” He shrugs.

Silence, it’s comfortable. It’s always comfortable with Yoongi, you realize.

“I really don’t get why you like sunrises so much, it just means we’ll clearly be sleep deprived later”

“No one’s keeping you here” You say playfully, glancing at his side profile.

“And abandon you? That would be rude.” He grins smugly.

“Oh shush.” You grip the blanket to keep it from sliding off your shoulder. You hear him chuckle lightly.

Eventually the sun rises, enveloping the horizon in its warmth. You can’t suppress the yawn that comes over you, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled over the both you.

You turn toward Yoongi. “Are the others sleeping?” 

He looks at you. “Dunno”

“You leaving soon?” 

“Yeah, gotta feed cat” You snort at the mention of the cat’s name.

“Wanna grab a cab together? Share the cost?” You ask.

“Geez, so many questions love” You still, thankful it’s still dark enough outside to hide the blush that creeps up your face at the nickname.

“In that case, I’ll leave you to walk home alone” You retort.

 He laughs. “No no, I’ll come with you”

And with that you both head inside, and grab your things. You coo at the sight of Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook all piled up onto Jimin’s bed, sleeping and cuddling peacefully.

“Ready?” Yoongi inquires once you close the bedroom door. 

“Yeah”

You both head into the cab you had called a few minutes ago and you feel yourself nodding off with the silent roar of the engine. When the cab stops at Yoongi’s apartment complex, you have to consciously force your eyes to stay open. 

You notice the blanket is still on your shoulders. “Oh is this yours?” You tug the blanket.

“Nah it’s Jimin’s, just bring it to work tomorrow.” He steps out of the cab.

You realize you haven’t given him his hoodie back and damn when did you start developing kleptomaniac tendencies? “Aish, I forgot to bring back your hoodie”

“Keep it, it’s fine. That way you’ll at least have one piece of warm clothing” He teases.

“I’ll have you know I do possess warm clothes, I just forget to bring them”

He rolls his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah alright sure, you have a goodnight”

“You too”

It’s a mess, a goddamn mess.

There are books everywhere, random empty cups of coffee scattered around the living room and clothes dumped on every available surface. It looks like a disaster, like a bomb dropped right in the middle of the house.

When you had convinced Namjoon to organize a get-together in his backyard to celebrate the end of summer, he had told you it was a mess and that that was why you all never hung out there. 

You had expected a few dirty dishes on the kitchen counter and a little dust here and there, not a fucking war zone.

“Wow” Is all Taehyung manages to say while loosening his grip on your hand. 

Understandable.

“Namjoon-ah I swear to god I’m coming over unannounced one of these days and I’m 

helping you clean this poor excuse of a living 

space” Hoseok says, staring in what someone can only describe as utter despair.

Namjoon rubs his neck awkwardly in response.

“Ooooh chips” Jungkook picks up a stray pack of chips laying on a chair and starts stuffing one after the other in his mouth, leaving crumbs everywhere.

“Let’s just go outside, yeah?” Namjoon mutters.

The four of you follow him outside only to be greeted by Seokjin, the bar manager, laying leisurely on a reclining chair outside, in front of the bonfire. “Well, hello there” He waves enthusiastically, almost toppling over in the process. 

“Jin-hyung! Try not to fall over, your back isn’t as forgiving as it used to be,'' Jungkook teases. You hear Hoseok snort loudly.

Seokjin stands up in outrage. “Yah, Jeon Jungkook, show some respect I can still fire you!” Jungkook snickers before throwing his arms around the older man and lifting him off the ground, much to the man’s dismay. 

Namjoon plops himself onto a chair watching fondly. Hoseok topples over in laughter while you and Taehyung slowly walk up to the bonfire area.

What in the utter chaos.

In the month since you started working at The Third Wall, you’d come to know just how chaotic your new friends could be when put in a room together.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You take an unoccupied seat, smiling at how messy the night’s already announcing itself to be. Just as you settle in your chair, you feel an overwhelming weight on your lap.

“Taehyung I am not going to be your personal chair tonight.” You slap his thigh prompting an unbridled laugh out of your best friend.

“But your lap is the most comfortable” 

“I’m not a chair” You reiterate.

“Oh fine, party pooper”

You all wait for sunset to start the night officially, exchanging pleasantries and eating the food Seokjin had prepared. It’s absolutely delicious and you’re happy to learn more about the man that had hired you a little more than a month ago.

Seokjin’s ridiculous, eccentric and a tad unhinged. He’s absolutely hilarious and his laugh, which reminds you of windshield wipers slapping rhythmically on dry glass, is so contagious that there isn't a single present soul that can do anything but laugh along. 

Jimin arrives with Samantha. He instantly runs towards Hoseok, crushing him into a forceful embrace, which the other returns just as intensely.

Then he scurries over to you, throwing himself onto your lap and hugging your shoulders sideways in a slightly awkward embrace. You chuckle, trying your best to hug him back.

“What’s up with my lap and you people mistaking it for a chair?” You laugh.

“It seems comfortable enough” A low hoarse voice cuts through the mindless chatter. 

You whip your head a little too quickly. “Yeah well, you don’t see me sitting on your lap and it seems comfortable enough too.” Your voice comes out a bit shaky.

Yoongi shrugs while sitting down on a nearby chair. “I wouldn’t mind.” Everyone stops talking at once except for Namjoon and Jungkook who are deep into their little bubble, unaware of the lingering awkwardness that Yoongi’s words brought upon your little group.

You steal a glance at Sam whose gaze is locked on Yoongi, visibly hurt by his words. You can’t help the little wave of panic that floods through your body.

Jimin clears his throat. “If someone is sitting on Yoongi's lap tonight it’s gonna be me.” He gets up and sits down on the blond man’s lap who whines at the weight. 

Hoseok and Seokjin burst into laughter, soon followed by everyone else, breaking the tense atmosphere. 

“Get off Jimin-ah” Yoongi grumbles.

The young man squeezes the other’s shoulder before standing up and, finally, sitting down on an actual chair.

Yoongi lights up the fire, helped by Jungkook. Namjoon had wanted to do it but had quickly given up, abiding to everyone’s panicked protests. 

The night’s cold but the warmth of the fire and the blankets Namjoon provided make up for it. The hot coffee -spiked with a little too much baileys (courtesy of Taehyung)-  that you’re drinking may also be helping.

You watch Taehyung fondly. He quickly became a part of the group ever since that one evening he came to the bar.

You had always envied him for his ability to make friends with just about anybody so easily. You’d never been like that, probably never will. It’s a wonder these incredible people accepted you so openly in their tight knight group. You have Jimin to thank for that, he has been so welcoming from the start, inviting you to every gathering they plan.

You lay back and listen to the conversations going on all around you. To your left, Taehyung is conversing with Seokjin and gesturing animatedly, something about the play he’s currently performing. The latter is listening intently, head propped on his hand, drinking in every word the former is convolutedly spewing. You’re not sure how he’s managing to follow.

On your right, Jimin is deep in conversation with Hoseok, staring adoringly like there’s nothing else in this world but Hoseok, Hoseok and Hoseok. 

And god do you feel single.

Then there’s Jungkook, seemingly bothering and poking Yoongi endlessly while the latter is trying to the best of his abilities to roast a marshmallow. You think you notice a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Namjoon is explaining something to Sam, she looks very intent on listening. You can make out confusion on her facial expression, making you giggle silently.

Namjoon really can be pretty hard to follow.

The night is well underway when Jimin unexpectedly chirps up. “Yoongi-hyung! Would you play guitar for us? Pretty please?”

The older man stares at him, feigning annoyance before he replies. “Meh, I’m chilling right now.”

Jimin whines “Oh come on please, this is the perfect setting.” Yoongi shuffles awkwardly in his chair.

“You play guitar?” You perk up.

He lifts his shoulders in attempted indifference but you notice a subtle hint of pride at your reaction. “Sometimes, yeah. It’s nothing special.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s amazing.” Namjoon grins.

Yoongi groans but ultimately goes back to his car to fetch his guitar. Which makes you laugh because, as much as he had tried to convince everyone he didn’t want to play, he still brought his guitar tonight. 

You whisper the next words, getting closer to Jimin. “How long has he been playing?” 

“I have no idea, I think it’s been a long time” He whispers back. You reply with a nod.

When the first notes hit you, it’s like you can drown out all the sounds around you. The melody is slow, melancholic. Objectively, you don’t recognize it. Yet, it feels so familiar, like it knows all of your secrets. Like Yoongi knows.

No one makes a sound except for the quiet shuffling of people moving around on their seats. It’s like Yoongi’s a magician and everyone’s staring, waiting for his next illusion. Except it’s not an illusion, and he’s plucking the strings expertly giving life to one of the most beautiful melodies you’ve ever heard. Intricately playing one chord after the other, stripping his soul bare for all of you to see.

You hear a whisper next to your right ear. “Told ya.”

You smile weakly, too entranced by the performance to do anything else, really.

When he strikes the last chord, you feel heavy with emotions. That’s the beauty of music you think, being able to touch different people in different ways with one single melody.

Jungkook breaks the stunned silence first. “Another one, another one!”

Yoongi mindlessly plays with the strings of his guitar. “What do you want to hear?”

Jungkook ponders a bit before replying. “How about Always Remember Us This Way?”

“The Lady Gaga song? You know I can’t sing for shit.” Yoongi groans.

“She can” Taehyung announces loudly, pointing at you. “She’s incredible.” You glare at him.

The fact that you sing isn’t a secret, you’re just very embarrassed to be put on the spot, to sing for a group of people. Albeit they would be kind about it and you know it. It’s just that it’s a very personal thing to you.

“How come I know nothing about this?” Jimin exclaims, outraged.

You feel shy about the fact that everyone is staring at you. “I don’t really talk about it, It’s nothing.”

Yoongi clears his throat. “Um.. do you know the song? I could look up the chords on my phone. If you want to” He looks timid, like he’s asking for something he maybe shouldn’t. 

And being the weak woman that you are, you can’t refuse. Not when he’s this talented.

Not when he’s looking at you like that, hopeful, curious.

You hear Yoongi strumming the chords to the chosen song tentatively, he learns it very quickly. Namjoon really wasn’t kidding when he said the guy was amazing at it.

Yoongi glances at you, sporting a comforting smile and starts playing. You nod at him. Your throat feels a little dry so you take a sip of your now lukewarm coffee, hoping it helps if only a little.

It’s unsure at first, a bit shaky, but Yoongi’s playing is sure and as sturdy as a pillar. And you lean on it, eyes closed, letting the notes come out as you feel them, airily, pouring all of yourself into it.

And as quickly as you had started, the song ends. Everyone applauds. You open your eyes only to see Yoongi’s stunned expression.

You quickly look away.

“You’re actually so fucking talented!” Samantha chirps.

You fluster. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.” Hoseok says pensively. 

You peer at Yoongi who’s staring at the fire, seemingly deep in thoughts. “It’s really not a big deal.” You manage to say.

“Yeah right, like you didn’t just give Lady Gaga a fucking run for her money.” Jimin exasperatedly says.

“You guys sounded so good! You should jam together.” Taehyung grins.

“Umm..” You mumble awkwardly.

“That’s actually a great idea!” Hoseok perks up. “We’re looking for an act to fill in while Yeonjun and Soobin go on their honeymoon. You guys could fill in the spot, an in-house duo! ”

Jimin squeals excitedly. 

“I mean yeah but.. There’s what, a month left until then? I’m not sure we could learn enough material to do an entire set..” You stop when you notice Yoongi staring at you.

“We could. I’m down if you are.” He resolutely says.

You take a moment to ponder before replying.

“Yeah, ok. Let’s do it.”

“Wait, wait,” Seokjin blurts. “They both work on Saturdays.”

“I can take Yoongi’s shift for one night, I don’t mind.” Samantha says.

“I can manage alone.” Jimin adds, smiling from ear to ear.

“I can be there for moral support.” Taehyung chimes in.

Seokjin groans. “Fine. Y’all better not make me regret this.”

“You won’t.” Yoongi replies. 

And if you had any doubts about the whole thing before, it’s like they never even crossed your mind now. Because Yoongi’s looking at you, a demure smile creeping its way on his face. 

And somehow, that’s enough.

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[samlacy]

Don’t leave me here (shivering in the disappearance of your warmth)

these characters do not exist and are completely made up!!

following fiction contains: Angst, Male x male relationships, cheating, mentions of alcohol, pool party goes wrong, falling inlove all over again, one sexual scene but it’s short so dw, mention of sexual assault, toxic relationship, self-blaming ish

Enjoy❤️❤️

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Dyson was laying down on the couch in the living room. His cheeks had dry tears on them, following with lips being dry, eyes half open and whole body still shaking since an hour ago.

You may ask, how did Dyson end up like this?

Well,

Let’s take a look, shouldn’t we?

“Oh cmon, dude. Just join us at the pool party! Look, your boyfriend will also be there”, Ken tried convincing the boy who was pissing on the other side of the door.

Ken was trying to talk with Dyson for five minutes now. The boy just wouldn’t give him an answer. That didn’t last long as Dyson let out a loud enough sigh to make Ken be glad he didn’t die there or something.

“Fine”, Dyson almost yelled out as he flushed the toilet behind “I will fucking join your silly pool party this night.”

That was enough for Ken as he triumph with joy and left the bathroom door alone, finally.

Dyson smiled slightly at the silliness of his friend, while pressing soap and washing his hands. He rubbed the wet hands on the towel that was hanging as he unlocked the door to walk out.

To his surprise, He saw a pair of feet in front of the door. He looked up and saw his boyfriend, Wart. The taller boy yelped as he went to a hug. His boyfriend hugged him right back as his hands slides down to Dyson’s ass, for support.

Dyson lets go as he has a wide smile on his face, and proceeds to kiss Wart. Only to get pushed back slightly, getting rejected to kiss his boyfriend.

Wart left Dyson confused, as he pat his shoulder before leaving to go to the kitchen where Suri and Ken were.

Dyson didn’t think much of it, since Wart was not a physical touch lover. It was only a try to kiss anyway, he could get that anytime soon.

As soon as he entered the kitchen he saw the three boys packing out the stuff Suri bought for the Party.

Alcohol bottles, sided with beer brands from germany and a few snacks like Chips and crackers.

Suri was a really nice guy.

No one even suggested him to buy stuff, he did it all by himself with his own money. Surely someone’s type.

Dyson smiled slightly as he walked up to them at the counter, checking out the stuff they bought. Sneakily throwing a chip in his mouth.

Or not so sneaky.

“Stop eating! These are for the party, you can’t finish it already”, Wart scolded Dyson, kinda in a joking way, but not quite.

Dyson just nodded slightly as he put his hands on the counter, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Let him, Wart. I bought a lot anyway, it won’t finish anytime soon”, Suri assured the stubborn boy, making Dyson shoot his head up to look at him with slight widened eyes.

Dyson grinned before looking back down at his hands. Now fidgeting again, not because of embarrassment. Just because of the joy of someone defending him.

It really feels nice, doesn’t it?

But this didn’t. Dyson felt betrayed, totally betrayed

He was sitting behind the kitchen counter with his knees on his chest, tears rolling down his face onto his clothes and the floor. His hands clenched onto the fabric of his clothes. Nose scrunched at just the thought of what he saw.

What exactly happend?

Dyson, Ken, Suri and Wart were playing a game of UNO with some other dudes in the party. When Wart finally won, he jumped in joy and laughed a lot.

Dyson thought it was the cutest thing ever to see his boyfriend like this. All smiley and giggly. Cute.

Wart stopped messing around as he sat back down and whispered to a guy next to him.

Dyson thought of it just being a plan for the guy to mess everyone else up at the game. What else could it mean when the guy smiled right after?

How wrong he was.

“I gotta take Siwon to the restroom real quick, we will be right back! Y’all can play without us”, Wart notified the group as they all nodded in understanding. Expect Dyson. He felt his brain being too loud to even focus on the game. Something was not right.

“I have to get something, play without me”, Dyson notifies everyone immediately before storming out of the garden into the house. He speed walked to the restroom, making sure not to make any noise when he was getting closer.

To his luck the door crack was open wide enough for him to see what was happening.

Oh, he should have stayed curious.

Wart was leaning onto the sink, his head thrown back as the guy from earlier was on his knees.

Sucking his boyfriend off.

Dyson’s boyfriend.

Right at that moment Dyson felt his heart get ripped out of his chest and thrown in the toilet to flush away. As if it got chewed into pieces and then thrown away.

Was he this naive?

How long has this been going on?

They seem close.

“Fuck.. you are doing so good, pup”

The nickname, the pet name, that Wart just moaned out,

Dyson was the only one that Wart called that name.

Or so he thought.

Fuck, why is he still watching?

As soon as Wart came down the boy’s throat, Dyson started moving from his frozen position to the kitchen. On his way he accidently hit a shelf, knocking a picture frame off it, glass all over the floor.

“What was that?”, the muffled voice came from the restroom and Dyson ran as fast as he could behind the kitchen counter and slided down onto the floor.

He knew that Wart properly left the bathroom to see what the noise was, only to see a knocked over picture frame on the floor.

Probably not giving a shit, just like he doesn’t give a shit about Dyson’s feelings.

Fucking jerk.

Dyson felt like killing him. Just to choke him while he punched Wart multiple times, showing what he felt as soon as he saw that scene.

That scene that was not even worth doing.

But how could he? He loves Wart way too much. His precious face was not his to destroy. He was not even worth kissing Wart this morning. How can he lay a hand on him?

Fuck men. Fuck men. Fuck men.

Those two words filled Dyson’s head as the tears started rolling down his cheeks.

Was he really worth cheating on?

What did that boy have, that Dyson didn’t. He did everything to please Wart.

Including those times where Dyson was on his knees begging for Wart to touch him all over, clearly not even wanting it, but he had to please Wart.

Or else Wart wouldn’t even think before leaving him in the snap of a finger.

All those times Wart’s hands caressed his body, slapped it, squeezed it, pushed it and more. The amount of times they groped him inappropriately. Without his will.

Dyson was too love dizzy those times, not caring what he did to him as long as he felt his presence around him, knew he was pleasing Wart and heard him talk or make any kind of noise.

He really was head over heels for a man, a man who wouldn’t even do anything for him.

The thoughts rushed through Dyson’s head fast and loud enough for the boy to start grabbing his hair while he cried more and more.

His heart was beating so fast, it felt like exploding. His breath was faster and shakier, not in a rhythm. Dyson felt the pain just taking over his body.

What could he have done for Wart to be loyal to him?

What didn’t he do?

Dyson woke up laying on a couch, the blanket what he suppose was on him, fell on the ground. Nothing warming him up anymore. As if anything did.

He felt the dry tears on his cheeks and his eyes hurting from all the crying. His shirt stretched out from the grabbing and pulling.

The window by the living room was wide open, wind storming in. It was freezing in here.

The only real question he had was, how did he end up here?

Did someone carry him here or did he drink so much yesterday that he somehow walked here and slept?

But he really doesn’t remember drinking anything except a half can of beer, the other half probably cold outside.

His eyes focused on something at the other side of the room, another couch. It was common sense that Ken had two couches in his apartment, but that one had a person on it.

He put his feet on the floor, stretching his legs to get some sense of touch before standing up and kinda getting closer to the other couch, it was dark so he really couldn’t see anything.

The floor was creaking since it was a really old wooden floor. But that sound made the person on the couch twitch out from their sleep as the head turned to Dyson. With a deep, but gentle voice, the person spoke up.

“Dyson?”, the tone was questioning and Dyson knew that voice. It was oddly familiar. But his head spinned too much already from the crying as he tried to take a step forward, he felt weak and tripped over a pillow on the floor.

The person had quite good reflexes, it seems. Because they immediately sat up and opened their arms to catch Dyson, which was successful.

As soon as Dyson got conscious, he shook his head before looking at the unknown person.

“I’m so” he cut himself off as he realized it was Suri. They were so close to each other, faces inches away from touching. Suri’s head was between Dyson’s lengthy arms. The younger’s hands were wrapped on his hips, holding Dyson steady. Those sparkly eyes looked up at the older with worry and care.

Something Dyson got lied about.

‘What are you thinking, get off already’ Dyson startled himself as he stood up straight, Suri’s hands holding his hips still, which felt oddly… good.

God, fuck off.

Dyson stepped back, hands releasing the grip as Suri didn’t cut off the eye contact, but Dyson did.

Dyson looked at his feet as arms were on his sides. No clue on what to do.

“Did you lay me down here?” Dyson asked quite shy as he still avoided the eye contact, or any physical contact.

Just how Wart always did.

Suri cleared his throat with a cough “I found you laying down on the kitchen floor and didn’t want you to get a cold. So I made you comfy here while keeping guard by sleeping here also.”

Dyson nodded. So he did this out of pity, of course. That’s normal, it’s his best friend right?

“Thank you”, he whispers, but it was loud enough for Suri to hear and shoot a smile at him right where Dyson looked at him.

He smiled back.

Dyson immediately sat back down at the couch he was sleeping in as he wrapped himself with blanket on the floor and dropped himself down to sleep.

Suri just chuckled as he also tried drifting into sleep.

Dyson felt cold when he woke up, but now he kinda warmed up. It was surely not because of the blanket, it is thin.

The way Suri just.. cared about him. The way he touched him with worry and not in a sexual way.

It lightened Dyson up and made him forget about everything at that moment.

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[ladreams17]

The Odd Little Shop

Authors Note: I got really inspired, by watching the SKZ Trailer for their Oddinary Comeback a while ago and came up with this little Story. I really loved the 'Alice in Wonderland' theme,it had going on and really wanted to incorporate it. One character is actually a fusion of two members. Maybe you can find out who it was? I really love the main character and want to make this into a series. What are your thoughts on this?

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“Hey guys, look at this alleyway, it looks so cool! Can we go there?” I asked curiously as I stopped in front of the beginning of the narrow street. Even though it was in the middle of the afternoon, it was almost time for a good coffee, Only a minimal amount of light reached the cobbled ground. It was so narrow that no car in the world could pass through it. Not only that, but you couldn’t see where this alleyway led to because it had many curves and squiggles to itself. I found it quite intriguing but my friends didn’t seem to be that interested. “Raeca, we’ve been on our feet for hours, I don’t know about Maya, but I definitely need a break. You know what? If you really want to go and explore this street, then go. We’ll find a cafe and rest.” Lola said with a strained voice. Dang! She really didn’t have any more strength.

Even though I really didn’t want to leave my friends, I felt so curious about this little street. The longer I stared down the alleyway the more I felt a pull towards it. I just couldn’t go into a cafe without knowing what was going on in that street. “Sorry but it’s just so tempting. Save a place for me at the cafe. I‘ll be back in no time!” I shot my best apologetic smile towards my two friends and without a second word I started walking into the mysterious alleyway. In the beginning all the houses were painted white and looked very modern but after a while of walking my surroundings started to change.

Instead of apartment blocks in plain white, little huts made out of wood lined the street. The sun was now shining directly on the ground and everything around me looked just so cozy and comfortable. And finally after a good 15 minutes of walking, I saw the end of the alley. This alley was indeed a dead end! But there was not a wall or anything at the end,no. At the end of the street stood a little wooden shopping hut. It was a bit lopsided and looked very old and not that well taken care of, but I had to admit that it had its own charme. As I got nearer to the cute little hut, I could see an old lady through the windows, which had definitely not been cleaned in a long time. She was sitting behind the counter, knitting a hat out of white yarn and smiling to herself. She looked like she was at peace and very satisfied with what she was doing at the moment.

I just had to go in there and find out what the hut looked like from inside.

As I pushed the door open, the little golden bell rang above my head and the old lady looked up from her knitting project. “Oh hello my dear. What a wonderful thing, that you came to visit our little shop today. We unfortunately don’t have many customers, you know?” The old lady smiled at me, then she continued. “Please have a look around and take your time. I hope you will find something you like!” “I will, thank you very much!”I answered. I gave her a smile back and started browsing through the shelves.

This tiny store had a little bit of everything, from cute home decorations made out of wood, to old china that looked like it was made in the 17th century. But what caught my attention were the doll-like figures in the centre of the room, presented on a mahogany table. There were eight in total. The figures looked like normal boys, but each of them had a detail of an animal to them. May it be ears, tail or paws, every single one had something special to them.

As I was inspecting the little figures I caught sight of myself in the mirror and was shocked to see myself in this kind of state. My hair was disheveled from walking all day and my mascara started to form panda eyes. I could not continue to look like that. “Excuse me miss” I spoke to the old lady who had started to knit again “could I use your bathroom by any chance?”. I hoped there was one in this old building. “Of course my love, the bathroom is just around that corner.” She looked up and pointed towards a hallway that was located straight across the entrance door. I thanked her and walked into the dimly lit hallway. The hallway wasn’t decorated at all, just the little lamp hanging from the ceiling and two doors. The left one was located a bit farther away from me than the right one. ‘Well I guess the right one it is’, I thought to myself and opened the door but what I saw was most definitely not a bathroom. The floor of the room was completely gone and was replaced with absolute darkness, almost like a black hole. In the air of the room though, everything was floating. Tables, chairs, clocks, lamps and paintings were floating around like gravity wasn’t a thing anymore.

I immediately closed the door with a thump and just stood there in complete shock. My brain could not wrap itself around the image that I just saw. I wanted to take another look but I was too scared to reopen the door, so I just decided to peek through the keyhole. What a bad decision. When I looked through the hole I was not met with this weird room but with an eye that did not look like mine. This round eye had such a dark color that you could hardly differentiate between iris and pupil. Because of shock I automatically stumbled back from the door and hit my back on the wall.

With a terrified expression I saw the door being opened by the human that was behind that door. When the door was fully opened, I could see this man just floating above the blackness where the floor was supposed to be. He looked the same age as me but he was a few centimeters taller. The oddest thing about him though was his face. Not that it was ugly, no, but this smile that was etched on him was full of haziness, almost a crazy smile. The other thing was his eyes. Even though I had already seen one of them, the other was totally different. It was an icy blue that was almost white. The only thing being the same was the round eye shape.

With a strange sparkle in his eyes he began to speak “Hello m’lady. Did your parents never teach you to knock first, before opening a door?” He giggled mischievously. “I-I thought this was the b-b-bathroom, I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, my back still pressed against the wall. My eyes flickered from his face to his feet, still shocked that he could just float above a black hole like it was normal. Well it was probably normal, for him at least. He most likely noticed my flickering eyes, because in the next second he reached out to me, grabbed both of my wrists and pulled me into the room. Not knowing how to react I just shut my eyes and let out a long, high pitched scream, fearing that I will now fall into the darkness and never see the surface of the earth again. But the sensation of falling didn’t occur. Instead the man, who was still holding my wrists, burst out in a fit of laughter. “Hahahaha. You should’ve seen your face when I pulled you in the room, it was so incredibly funny!”.

To check if I was still okay, I opened my eyes very slowly. I held my breath when I realised I was now floating in the room as well. I did not scream, because this man would’ve probably laughed at me again. “What, cat’s got your tongue?” He said in a teasing tone. “N-nooo?... I-” “What is going on here?” I was interrupted by the old lady. “Fenix, how many times have I told you to not change the rooms when a customer enters! We already have a low customer rate and yet you decide to scare them away anyway!” The man, apparently named Fenix, started to pout. “But Mrs. Hansley it’s more fun for me this way.” “But it’s not funny for our clients in the slightest, come here my dear let me help you. I am so so sorry!” The old lady reached out her wrinkly hand to me and I gladly took hers in mine and let me be pulled to the hallway again. The landing was a bit rough as I landed on my behind but Mrs. Hansley helped me up right away.

She shot a glare in the direction of a sad looking Fenix and escorted me back to the front of the store under constant apologies from her side. I tried to soothe her worries as best as I could but that was very hard, considering me being still very shaken up from what just happened. As a final apology from her I got a brown box with a red bow on top. “Please take this with you. I hope you can forgive me and Fenix. He can be a little too mischievous at times. And please take the right door when you leave, it’s the fastest way back.”. I nodded and smiled at her and thanked her again for being such a nice woman, not wanting to bring Fenix up again.

I used the door that I was told to use and immediately stepped into the street where I last saw my friends before we parted ways. How was this possible? After a few seconds I spotted them in an outdoor cafe and speedily walked towards them. Before the walk though, I made sure to put the brown box into the backpack I was wearing. “Hey y’all, I’m so sorry that it took so long, the alleyway was longer than I expected.” I stated with an apologetic look on my face. My friends just looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean? You were only gone for a couple minutes.”

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[vivalas-vega]

hi lovely!! ♡ I've come once again bearing thots 🤲🏼 this time for hangman bc your jake masterlist is looking scrumptious

so long story short; I went out with an old friend this week and it made me think of how I met her. We were both at a party and I was sitting at the bar stool next to her. This weird guy comes in between us, leaning on the counter and facing her with his back to me, throwing the most disgusting pick up lines ever. When I looked over his shoulder she looked so uncomfortable, so I pretended to be her "old friend from high school" and grabbed her hand so we could get away from the guy. Unfortunately, he followed us and said I was rude for interrupting their "conversation". Moral of the story: he tried to grab her arm and I pushed him to the ground 🧍🏻‍♀️his drunk ass got kicked out and I became friends with her!! ♡

So what does this have to do with my hangman brainrot??? It's because I'm here to push the agenda of Jake having a thing for mean women ☝🏼

Okay, let's say you're in the hard deck and it's a busy night. This weirdo pops up out of nowhere and is trying so hard to get the girl that is sitting next to you. You stand up for her and pretend to be her friend so you can get away from him. He doesn't let up and tries to grab her, so you use all your strength to push him away and he falls to ground with a loud thud, making the bar stop for a second, all eyes on the three of you.

Turns out the girl was Phoenix (or Halo, could be one of them) and the Daggers were already eyeing the guy, but you acted first. And as the guys walk to the harasser to kick him out of the bar, Jake is standing right behind Mickey and Rooster, who are currently the two things stopping you from going after the guy and suckerpunching him right on the nose. And as you're dissing the weird guy & calling him names, Jake's just staring at you in awe, like you're Athena personified right before him, all worried asking Phoenix if she's okay and assuring her that if she wants to, she'll kick his ass for her. And you don't even know her. And suddenly he's all warm and blushing bc you caught him staring.

Would be the cutest meet-cute. Once again jake loves mean women it's canon for me!!!

Sorry I got carried away KWKSKAKEKS I literally loved what you did with my Phoenix request and it would be awesome if you wrote this one too🥺💞 you don't have to, obviously! But if you do, I trust you to work your magic on it ♡ feel free to change it however you want it, love! (btw this could totally work as phoenix x reader too lol)

Sending you so many hugs rn ♡♡♡♡

- Syd ♡♡♡

syd !!!!!! thank you so much for sending this in, I love you so much

okay first of all, always come into my ask box with thots (this applies to everybody !!!)

second of all, I had a similar encounter at the bar recently, except reversed. this dude was being too much, and one glance to the group of girls next to me had them pulling me in and asking where I'd been. I hate that this is such a universal experience, and that we're all familiar with the look and what to do when we get it, but I adore women and the solidarity, and that the response to receiving the look is I've known you forever, you're safe with me. women are top tier and always will be.

third of all, I started writing your request and in typical fashion for me, I've gotten carried away. it has now served as the beginning of a fic that came to me about halfway through writing it so you will be getting this request, plus a little more, in due time. I hope this is okay !!! I cannot tell you where it is going, but I can tell you that I'm excited about it and I'm blocking everything out right now to hopefully start posting soon but I just didn't want to leave this request sitting here for too long !!! (even tho it's already been sitting here for too long, I'm the worst)

#vega answers #tldr; always send me thots #tldr; vega loves women #tldr; this is coming soon but in the form of a full fledged fic and not just a blurb

[sunwentdownoverpompeii]

Notting Hill Reddie AU

So Richie and Stan co-own a small bookstore in NYC (Containing mainly bird related books even though they are in NYC and the only birds are pidgins)

- Eddie is a very famous movie actor who is just trying to peacefully shop in NYC

- He ends up in the store and he and Richie make a few dumb digs at each other before Richie realises who Eddie is (because some guy who was trying to rob Richie not 5 minutes before asks Eddie for his Autograph)

- After Eddie leaves, Stan walks in annoyed because everywhere was so crowded because apparently some famous celebrity was walking around and he didn’t have time to grab a coffee (And who really cares about celebrities anyway like oh my god get a life)

- Richie offers to go get Stan a coffee but on his way back he literally runs into Eddie and spills it all over him. In an attempt to make amends Richie offers for him to get changed at Richie (and Mike’s) place which is just nearby.

- Eddie agrees and the two make a lot of digs at each other (and Eddie’s mum) during the time. However, once Eddie leaves, Richie kicks himself because he just repeatedly insulted the cutest guy that he has ever met (and a celebrity!!)  

- Then Eddie returns because he forgot the bag with his book that he had brought from Richie earlier. He then kisses Richie right before leaving again because Richie is the first person to make him feel like a human in so long okay?!?

- This of course means that Richie spending a few days in shock because oh my god Eddie Kaspbrak kissed me my life is complete! And of course Richie watches all of Eddie’s movies

- A week or so later Stan tells Richie that he got a call from a Mr Kent staying at the Grand (Idk thats a NYC famous people hotel right?) Richie immediately calls up and Eddie tells him to come in the next day at 2

- However, when Richie arrives he is mistaken for a journalist and is taken to another room. Confused Richie goes along with the act, saying that he is from comedy central. When he finally gets to see Eddie its as an interview, and the two laugh quietly while trying to keep up pretences that it is an interview (they fail)

- Richie is then has to interview all the other main actors for the movie, and it takes him way too long to realise was a horror film about a killer clown (shoutout to Pennywise) and not a comedy at all.

- After all that Richie manages to get back inside to speak to Eddie some more and Eddie agrees to go on a date with him that night. However Richie soon realises that he had a close friends birthday, Eddie however agrees to go with him.

- The birthday is, of course, that of one Beverly Hanscom and the whole Losers club is there!

- They are all shocked that Richie not only found a date that not only could actually put up with him, but also famous af

- Richie and Eddie spend the whole night  doing their usual flirting teasing routine and Eddie fits in surprisingly well with the entire group.

- On their walk home, Richie and Eddie stop at a small comedy club where they spend the night talking happily and Richie reveals that he used to want to be a comedian before life and bills got in the way. The two kiss again that night before parting ways.

- The next day Eddie invites Richie to see a movie together and then out for dinner afterwards. While at dinner, the two hear the next table over (the bowers gang) making homophobic slurs about Eddie, to which Richie grows increasingly mad about before he stands up to give them a piece of his mind. Eddie drags him away but cant help wrecks them himself before leaving (never one to leave without getting in the final word).

- After that the two agree to head up to Eddie’s room but when Richie gets there he finds that Eddie’s wife had just flown in. Myra, being herself quite a famous actress, was immediately rude to Richie and dismissed him as hotel staff.

- Broken hearted Richie went back to his apartment alone.

- Over the next 6 months the Losers try to set Richie up so that he can get over Eddie but nothing ever comes out of it.

- Then, out of the blue, Eddie arrives on Richie’s doorstep after a tabloid scandal revealed that not only had Eddie had a relationship with a man (in college before he was famous), he had also let this man take revealing photos of him that had never been deleted.

- also that he and Myra are getting a divorce

- Richie lets Eddie stay with him and Mike and the two (excluding Mike - sorry) spend an evening entirely too wrapped up in each other. However, it ends with Richie valiantly taking the couch and Eddie in his bed.

- Mike is sure to tell Richie how much of an idiot he is before he also retires to bed. (He is sick of Richie annoying him because he is a lovesick fool okay!)

- Just as Richie makes up his mind to go and knock on Eddie’s door, Eddie appears and invites Richie upstairs, where they spend the night together. ;)

- The next morning the two wake up happily in each others arms and THE END

- nah jk we wish

- Somehow a bunch of reporters and paparazzi had discovered that Eddie was staying with Richie, lining the streets out the front of their small building and managing to snap many not so flattering pictures of Richie in his underwear.

- Eddie is mad and heartbroken because he thinks that Richie sold him out so that he could brag with proof that he slept with Eddie, and leaves.

- The two don’t speak for almost a year before Richie finds out that Eddie shooting a gay romcom in NYC for the next couple of weeks. Richie turns up to the set and is greeted by Eddie who seems happy to see him and asks him to stay around until he has a break. However Richie overhears Eddie telling one of his co-stars that Richie is just “someone from the past” and that he doesn’t “even know why he’s here”. Richie leaves broken hearted again

- Eddie drops by Richie and Stan’s bookstore the next day to apologise to Richie and to ask for them to try again (But with more sappy declarations of love and your mum jokes) but Richie refuses and the two part ways.

- Richie and the rest of the losers all meet up at Mike’s bakery where Richie tells everyone everything. They all try to convince themselves of Richie’s decision before finally Stan tells Richie that he is a dumbass and to go get his man.

- The whole losers gang end up in Ben’s car and the drive full speed to where Eddie usually stays only to find that he had already checkout to head back to LA. However they are also told that Eddie has a press conference currently being held across town.

- The gang manage to only just get there in time (with Bill almost being hit by a car in order to redirect traffic so that they could get through) and they hear one of the reporters ask Eddie how long he is planning on staying in NYC. Eddie says that he will be leaving in only a few hours.

- A second reporter asks about Richie and their relationship, which Eddie answer that he believes that they are still friends but nothing more.

- Finally, the manager calls upon Richie to ask a question. Having not really planned what he was going to say all that well, Richie apologises for being a dumbass and not recognising when he should have that he shouldn’t have given Eddie up. He promises to fight for and love Eddie more than he loved Eddie’s mum (which lead to some very confused laughs from the crowd.) and asks if Eddie believes if he could ever love Richie.

- (all hypothetically of course cause richie is meant to be a journalist)

- Eddie asks his manager to ask the first reporter who Richie heard speak to repeat his question, to which Eddie replies that he would be staying in NYC indefinitely.

- cue cheering, crying and kissing

- Eddie leaves with Richie and the two spend the rest of their lives together (also Richie finally starts up comedy again and becomes reasonably well known) :D

The End (this time for real I promise)

someone pls write this properly cause I have no skill or commitment

#also I had this whole head cannon that Bill had met the losers through Richie and Stan as he would often come into their bookstore #because hes a writer and he needs reference books and everything #(and totally not because of the cute guy who sits behind the counter and makes sarcastic comments about everything) #thats gay #so yeah subplot of a stenbrough meet-cute #Anyway please someone write this properly cause I have no skill what so ever #This was a really good idea and I just feel like i botched it #oops #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #it 2019 #it chapter one #it chapter 2