#He gives him a head pats and boom a new friend

[crappycamille]

a/n: gasp, i actually wrote something. be easy on me okay, i haven’t done this in a while. just some fluffy conjecture tbh, although there is one suggestive line but that’s why all my stuff is 18+, minors dni please… enjoy <3

Bakugou Katsuki had never experienced touch.

Well, that’s not entirely true. He had been touched before: punched and hit by those desperately trying to escape his pursuit, clung to by those fearing for their life, gentle yet encouraging pats on the back from friends, loving but annoying pinches of the ear from his mother. He’s even been pawed at and caressed by lust-filled women that satisfy temporary needs. And even more dangerously, he’s been fondled by the promise of love disguised as lust… But never had Bakugou been touched.

At least until you.

The first time you touched Bakugou is a memory he will never forget. He was bone tired having worked an incredibly grueling month-long mission.

Instead of going home to catch up on much-needed sleep, he immediately went to his office to get the paperwork done. Most people don’t know that a lot of things on the legal side can’t go through until his side of the paperwork is done. Bakugou constantly feels like he’s never fast enough. No matter how fast he can get to the victims. No matter how fast he catches the villain. No matter how fast he gets things done he wasn’t fast enough to prevent the victims from becoming victims in the first place. So, in his mind, the least he could do is get his paperwork done as fast as possible so that those involved can get their justice.

But, of course, the moment the mission is done—before he’s even had a chance to change out of his hero suit—he’s met with nothing but a mountain of news articles and tabloid headlines ridiculing his name. They find joy in villainizing him over the smallest of details.

Most of the time, Bakugou ignores those things. It doesn’t matter to him what others think. They can nitpick whatever they want because despite that he won. He saved the people who needed to be saved. To him, that was all that really mattered… usually.

It must have been his level of exhaustion, but he couldn’t help the way his brows furrowed in disappointment reading the headlines. The words for the public sitting heavier on his chest than normal. His emotions got to him more than normal as he walked down the hallway from his official, finally heading home.

It was late.

Far too late for anyone else to still be there. Yet, he swore he could hear the soft pitter-patter of heels clicking against the floor. As he turned the corner he was met with the sight of you packing up. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he watched with confusion as scurried around filing documents, turning off computers, and locking doors.

“The hell? Why’re you still here?” He internally cringed as his voice boomed more than he meant it to since you nearly jumped out of your skin upon hearing him.

“Oh Dynamight, Sir! I apologize I meant to be out of here before you noticed I was here.” Exhaustion seeped through your voice, giving you more rasp than normal.

“That’s not what I asked you. The hell’re you still here for?”

“Well…” you scratched your head feeling a bit shy, debating on whether or not to tell him the real reason why you were there. “I stayed to make sure all of the paperwork you submitted just now went through. As head of your legal team, it’s my job to make sure things on the agency’s side are squared away. I understand you like to get things done immediately after a mission, Sir.”

Bakugou was speechless. So many questions riddle through his head he wanted to ask. Had you done this after every mission and he never noticed you? yes When had you noticed that he came in after missions to do paperwork? Why did you care? Instead, he watched wordlessly as you gathered your things.

“You don’t need to do that.” He finally spoke. His tone was unusually soft, nearing sweet if you squinted hard enough. You breathily chuckled. You had been working for Bakugou long enough to know that was his way of saying thank you.

“It’s really no problem, Sir. No reason you have to be the only person in the office so late, especially after working such long missions.” You softly smiled at him. With you being so close, he could see the exhaustion prominent in your own face.

The two of you worked your way out of the building together in silence. Bakugou felt that he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to ask, but they all muddled to the back of his mind.

It was only when you guys reached the front lobby exit that he became aware of the incessant buzzing of his phone. Countless mentions, tags, reposts, and message requests were flooding in from every social media app. He could’ve sworn he turned his notifications off a long time ago, but there they were. Those same articles that called him a corrupt hero, a heinous/reckless man, and nitpicked things down to the way he breathed were being sent to him over and over again. A constant reminder that so many people disapprove of him.

He hadn’t noticed how tightly he had been gripping his phone. How clenched his bicep was until he felt a gentle squeeze on his arm. Your hand was small in comparison to his but its presence was overwhelming.

Your thumb subtly rubbed soothing circles on his clenched bicep. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re incredibly kindhearted. The world is lucky to have a hero like you protecting it. Goodnight, Sir. Get some rest.”

Bakugou thought he was going to melt the second you pulled your hand away. Your words rang loud in his ears, but his skin buzzed even louder at the lingering effects of your touch. He had to stop himself from sobbing in the lobby that night.

There was something oh so special about your touch.

From the first time you ever touched him to the way, you touch him now as his wife. He swears he has to stop himself from sobbing every time. It’s the overwhelming love that pours out of you every time your skin connects with his.

He was so incredibly touch-starved before you came along. Starved from the kind of touch that doesn’t come from platonic relationships. Starved from the touch of someone that didn’t expect to gain something from him in return. Starved from the intimate touch of true love.

He revels in every little touch you grace him with. The way you hold his hand under the dinner table. The way you pinch him lovingly, reminding him of his mother, when he says something out of pocket.The way you squeeze his thigh and rub soothing circles on him when tensions get high in a meeting. The way you nestle your face in his back as he cooks. The way you lightly slap his shoulder as you laugh hysterically. The way you drag your hands along his sides as he lays on you. The way you claw at him desperate to somehow bring him impossibly closer as he thrusts into you.

In all honesty, he still has a hard time fathoming that you are his. That you are in love with him. That you choose to be with him every day. He feels undeserving, but you always definitively object. He believes that you are so much more than anything he could ever be, but that’s exactly how you feel about him.

Your touch is just one of the things he obsesses over you. Because he is just so incredibly in love with you.

#would you believe that my love language actually isn’t physical touch BHAHA #bakugou thoughts #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou comfort #my beloved

[sailor-aviator]

By Its Cover: Prologue

By Its Cover: Prologue

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: The frivolity of high society has never much interested in you. You preferred to spend your time reading, something your sisters couldn't fathom as they spent their time shopping the latest dress styles. The youngest of five children and the fourth daughter, not much was expected of you. You knew you might be married one day, but you hoped beyond hope that it would be to someone that might understand your intellectual pursuits. You begin exchanging letters with a mysterious stranger, and what's more, your older brother's rakish best friend seems to find himself in your path more and more as the season goes on. What's a girl to do? (Regency!AU)

Content Warning: Historical inaccuracies, Regency period, Period related drama, Talks of judgement, Period typical sexism, Talks of marriage, Death of a parent, Talks of making a debut, Reader's feelings are hurt, light angst, some fluff. I think that's it, but let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1.6k

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Winter gave way to spring as quickly as one rumor gave way to another. Public opinion changed as quickly as the seasons, as far as you were concerned. Your whole life was spent in the thralls of high society, your entire life scrutinized by the judgmental lords and ladies of the Island before you could even walk or talk.

You had earned your reputation as a rather odd girl fairly young not quite seven years. Where the other girls were interested in dolls and hair ribbons, you found yourself enraptured by the world around you. On more than one occasion, you received a tongue lashing from your nanny as you tracked mud through the house after one of your many excursions into the garden, your mother heaving a tired sigh as you argued the merits of fresh air and stimulating your endless supply of curiosity.

“My darling,” she’d say pointedly, giving you one of her signature looks that reeked of motherly disapproval and exasperation, “while I find the fresh air and time in the garden as stimulating as the next person, it is unbecoming of a lady, dearest.”

You had recounted the tale to your father later that evening, the older man sitting at his desk with his feet propped up on the top of the wooden surface as he thumbed through a page of one of his many novels.

“I just don’t understand, Papa,” you muttered, your hair hanging from where you sat upside down on the chaise. “Why can Will go about doing as he pleases while I am to be tied down by all of these ridiculous rules?”

Your father had merely chuckled, marking his page before setting his book down to look at you.

“My darling Bug,” he smiled, taking his feet down and opening his arms wide to you. “Come here.”

You obeyed, righting yourself on the couch before standing to walk over to him. Bug had been bestowed upon you as your moniker well before you could remember. Your father had said that you earned the nickname once you were old enough to crawl all over the place, getting into things that you most decidedly shouldn’t. Your siblings had said it was because you were a pest.

Your father grasped your upper arms gently, the smile on his face as affectionate as always.

“William doesn’t get to do as he pleases,” he explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you pouted at him. “He will one day be lord earl of this estate, and as such he will take on many duties that will prevent him from doing a great deal of things. Indeed, he will take on many things that will see him as constrained as you.”

“I don’t believe you,” you grumbled, scowling up at him. Your father tilted his head back with a booming laugh, patting your head before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Nevermind all of that now, my little Lady Bug,” he hummed. “I’ve found a new story for you, would you like to read it?”

Your father was a fixture in your life, encouraging your love of learning perhaps more than he should have given the expectations set forth by society for you. Your mother saw no problem with your need for intellectual pursuits, but often grew exasperated at your clear lack of regard for decorum and stereotypical ladylike hobbies. Your elder sisters were the pinnacle of what proper ladies should look like in society, and you often found yourself being compared to them, much to your chagrin.

North Island, or the Island for short, was the nickname given to the group of nobles and upperclass that made up the elite, wealthy families that dictated the standards of polite society - the society you had the misfortune of being born into along with your elder siblings.

Your brother, William, was the pride of your family. He was a handsome, strong man that commanded the room with his very presence. He was jovial, charismatic, and intelligent by all accounts, and very popular amongst the other ladies of the Island.

Lydia was the second eldest after William, and was the the spitting image of your mother, with beautiful features that left all the men on the Island giving her longing looks. It was the Earl Reuben Fitch that won her hand in the end only seven seasons ago, and now they visited once in a while with their three children in tow.

Theodosia, or Theo for short, was the second eldest daughter, having entered into society only one year after Lydia, she was the prize to be won with her charming and elegant demeanor. Not quite as beautiful as Lydia, she made up for it with her wit, having won the affection of a viscount that same year.

Georgiana, or Georgie as your family was prone to call her, was only a year older than you and had made her debut the year prior. She had not settled for any of the men of the Island the year prior, setting her sights high and determining that the best had yet to come.

You rounded out the lot as the youngest, the strange, little sister that no one knew what to do with more often than not. The ladies of the Island often remarked that your head was too full of ideals, unsuitable for a lady of your noble family, and they lamented how your mother and father must have grown lax in their child rearing when it came to you. Or perhaps you were a hopeless cause. The reason varied day to day it seemed.

You were quite content with how your life was playing out. You had your books, the garden, and your dearest friend, Natasha Trace. Natasha, or Nat, was about a year older than yourself, having made her debut the same year as Georgiana.

“I’ll be happy once you make your debut,” she had said to you one night. “I won’t feel so alone at all the balls then.”

You had frowned at her words, the very thought of entering society growing less and less appealing by the day.

“Why must I debut?” You had asked your mother not too long after. “I’m the fourth daughter of an earl. Surely it is not that important that I marry.”

“Dearest,” your mother had sighed, setting her needlework down to look at you, “marriage is not all work. As the fourth daughter, you have more freedom to marry whom you would like. Your father would have wanted you to marry.”

“Father would have wanted me to do what made me happy,” you had muttered, turning to leave the room before she could respond.

Your father had passed years prior when you were only eight, and his memory still haunted the halls of the manner. William had taken up his title as earl, seeing to the estate with the help of your mother until he was capable of doing things on his own. Ten years your senior, he had done his best to fill in the holes your father’s absence had left behind, though he still needed reminding that he was, in fact, not your father.

“You’ll be making your debut this year,” he reminded you, scribbling away in the family ledger, casting you a spare glance as you scowled down at him.

“Please don’t make that face,” he sighed, setting his quill down to give you his undivided attention. “And please don’t make this more difficult than need be. Every young lady makes her debut at some point or another.”

“Why must I debut?” You frowned, your lips quickly forming into a smirk as a thought struck you. “Can I not live out my days on my own with you to support me?”

“You may not,” Williams replied flatly. “Bug, I know it can be nerve wrecking-”

“You have no idea what it’s like,” you interjected.

“But, it’s a part of growing up. You’ll find a husband who will make you reasonably happy and live out your days with him,” he finished. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you clasped your hands together.

“William,” you began, “who would want me? The whole Island has deemed me strange, the black sheep of our family. You would really put me through this embarrassment for the sake of tradition?”

“I think you’ll find yourself surprised at who may want you,” William countered. “Many men on the Island are in need of a wife, and some may be willing to settle for someone of your nature given the right circumstances.”

A beat passed between you two, your heart stalling in your chest at his words.

“Settle?” You laughed quietly, but there was no humor to be found in your tone. “I am something to be settled for then?”

You hated how small you sounded in that moment. Of course, you didn’t care for what others thought of you. No, you were above all of that. Still, the thought that your brother saw you as some secondhand prize, something no one would seek out, hurt, and you willed the stinging tears behind your eyes to go away as you schooled your features.

William cursed under his breath, moving to stand, his face apologetic as he rounded the desk.

“Bug, that’s not what I meant-”

“No,” you snapped, sniffly slightly as you fought to compose yourself. “You’ve said quite enough already, brother. You’ve made perfectly clear where I stand as it is.”

He moved to say something, but you waved him off, already turning to leave the study.

“You’re busy,” you said flatly, “I’ll leave you to your business.”

William called out your name, but you ignored him, walking briskly down the hall and to the solace of your family’s library.

If you were something to be settled for, then you would at least make the most of what little freedom you had left.

A/N: Ahhhh!! The long awaited, much requested Regency!AU is finally here! Here's our first taste of Bug and Jake, so what do we think? As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. If you would like to receive updates on when I post, please go follow my sideblog (@sailoraviator-library) and turn on post notifications! My work is cross posted on AO3 under the username sailor_aviator. Until next time!

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[fa-headhoncho]

Old Men

(Eventual) George Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Summary: Aftermentioned gits put their plan into motion.

Word Count: 2453

Reader: Female

Warnings: Admitting your wrongs :(

Author’s Note: Inconsistently back as ever :)

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The group lets out a booming roar as Cedric drops his name into the goblet. You half-heartedly join in, clapping along with his friends while the blue fire eats his name. The sound of singeing seals Cedric’s fate; if his name is popped out tomorrow night, he was in the game. 

The Tournament was filled with hard tasks, doubling the intensity most likely since the volunteers were at legal age. Times were pretty messed up right now and you wouldn’t put it past whoever was behind this to make the students work for the reward. The uncertainty is what would kill you… and possibly Cedric. 

Alfred already has the blonde in a chokehold when you turn back to them. You watch as the rest give him pats on the back or words of positivity, the worry slowly dissipating when you see the smile on his face. He lets out a laugh before pushing his friend off of him and lurching off him and onto you. 

You barely have time to hug back as he starts to squeeze you, letting out another laugh. 

“Oi, Cedi, I don’t think they’ll let you participate if you’re in Azkaban for suffocating me to death,” You joke but he only tightens his hold. The pressure and his excitement rubbing off of you makes you giggle. 

He pulls back slightly and stares at you for a moment then he places a wet, sloppy kiss on your forehead and disappears back into his crowd of friends. A large blush appears on your face from his affectionate action. It wasn’t like you weren’t touchy with your friends, far from it, but the new crowd of students intimidated you. You could feel the eyes burning into your skin and you just wanted to combust. 

A tuff of red hair comes into view and you reach out for safety. Ron’s head turns as he feels a gentle touch on his elbow, his confusion dissipating when he sees you falling into step with him and Harry. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N).” He greets you with a small smile which you half return, “Pretty wild that Cedric put his name in the cup, huh?” 

You nod absent-mindedly, looking around the students standing about the room to see if you spotted the two nimrods you were searching for. “Have you seen the twins?” 

He shakes his head and you turn to Harry who does the same. You let out a sigh, dropping your hand from your hold on him and looking down at your shoes. You wanted to find the twin before they finished their potion, hoping to help them out instead of having them kill themselves prior to them even putting their name into the Goblet. There was an apology in order from you once you realized how your words had a double meaning to them. You weren’t trying to undermine them, you were just scared to lose them. 

Harry seemed to notice your face fall and the gears turning in your head, “Why are you looking for them? Is everything okay?” 

You bite your lip, debating telling the two what happened. “I kind of… yelled at them this morning for wanting to put their name in.” You shyly admit making Ron let out a light laugh. Your eyes immediately snap to him and send him a scowl. He doesn’t seem to get the hint until Harry knocks his shoulder with his. 

“Yea, I would be mad too if I were as close as you were with them.” The black-haired boy consoles, “Who would want to put their life at risk for a silly title and some galleons?” 

Sometimes you wonder how someone could be so rude to that boy. You didn’t interact with Harry a lot but when you did it was always pleasant. 

You open your mouth to respond but it dies in your throat when the room fills with cheers and hooting. All eyes turn toward the door as the twins bounce through causing an uproar. People clap as they hold up the long glass vials, showing off their finished product. 

Their cockiness makes every bit of guilt and remorse you feel fly out the window. Sure, it was kind of impressive that the two could whip up such a complicated potion within less than 24 hours but still. They were prancing around like it wasn’t going to be the thing that killed them. 

Maybe you were being a bit extreme. But, still, it was a stupid idea. They had an age restriction for a reason. 

After a brief conversation with Hermione who pointed out that the age line would just knock them out (something your brain failed to point out before your emotions took over), they make a show of linking arms like a couple at a wedding and down the liquid. 

Your breath hitches when they drop from the bench and leap over the age line, the room going silent in anticipation. When nothing happens, the crowd resumes praising the two. You can’t help yourself from smiling, a weird sense of pride replacing the worry since they outwitted Dumbledore himself.  

The boys dance around the circle, yes-ing and throwing thumbs up to everyone. They then both raise an arm and drop their papers into the Goblet. The same bolt of panic that surged through you when Cedric put his name in shoots through your spine again. You didn’t have any time to dwell on the feeling before their whole plan turns sour. 

Blue flames twist out of the goblet, swirling in the air before shooting out and blasting the red-haired nitwits. The blow sends them flying back, students circle them once they land. You’re too far away to see what they’re doing, too busy processing what just happened before chants fill the air. 

“Oh Merlin,” You finally snap out of it, rushing around the circle and rushing towards them. You wiggle through the crowd, pushing people out of the way and halting when you come to the front. The twins were rolling around on the floor, greybeards and all, wrestling each other. 

You let out an indigent sound, angry at the two for getting themselves into this situation in the first place but also at everyone who is just sitting back and watching. 

Rushing forward, you try to pull the two old men apart. You tug at whoever was on top’s robes and a hand flies back to hit you. You gasp at them, grabbing the hood and using all your strength to at least give them a hint. The twin on top rolls off beside the other and they both look up at you. 

You stare down at them, they both have long grey hair and matching fluffy beards. There was a small skip of a beat in your heart as you looked at what the two would look like when they were old. Hopefully, this won’t be the only time you would see the two like this. 

Shaking your head to knock the paranoid thoughts out, you focus back on the situation at hand. “Are you two stupid? Even Hermione told you that it wouldn’t have worked.” They just share a pained glance with one another. You snap your fingers, grabbing their attention again but all you get is their puppy dog eyes. “Why don’t you two listen to me ever?” 

They send you a sheepish smile, barely visible under their large beards. You let out a dramatic groan, “Get up, nimrods.” You signal them with one hand and turn around, not bothering to see if they are following. The sea of students part for you, the scowl on your face enough to strike fear into them to clear a path without question. 

None of you say anything until the three of you were out in the corridor, the only words being spoken along the way were Ron wishing the twins good luck. Once the doors shut, the two start bickering once again. 

You’re tempted to stomp your foot like a child, but you are too busy focusing your energy into not tripping up the staircase. People stare as you march through the corridors, some Beauxbatons students whispering in French as you pass. 

The twins bump into you when you stop abruptly. Both of them are about to mouth off something yet decided against it when you raise a finger. “Could you two stop for one second?” One of them, Fred presumably, opens his mouth to spit something back but George stops him with a light smack to his chest. You give him a grateful smile before digging into your robes for something. 

Two potions daggle in front of the two boys making the older, well usually older, one roll his eyes. “You really made a bloody antidote. Do you have zero faith in us?” He scoffs but takes the potion and storms off. 

You call after him, giving up when he turns a corner and disappears. As much as you like Fred and appreciate the friendship he forced upon you, he was quite difficult to make amends with when a problem arises. A frustrated huff escapes your mouth and your shoulders slump. Would he have rather gone to the hospital wing and get in trouble?  

Deciding it was better to talk to him when he cools off, you turn back around to face the remaining twin, “I’m sorry, Georgie.” A guilty smile crosses your lips, “You have to be a wiz at charms and potions to pull the pranks. I didn’t mean to insult your guys’ intelligence, just your decision making skills.” He rolls his eyes, “I mean, I just don’t understand why you two would just jump on the opportunity to basically kill yourself for money.” 

“Well, we’d rather die than not get the money.” 

“George— “ 

A small smirk appears on his face when your voice raises a few octaves, anything to release some of the tension built up between the three of you. “Love, I’m kidding.” He runs a soothing hand over your scalp, running it down your arm and ending its journey when his hand slips into yours. You lean into his touch easily, glad they’re not the wrinkled ones from moments before. “You really don’t get it, do you?” 

His tilted head makes you frown, you truly had no idea why the two were so adamant about joining this tournament. The risk outweighed the reward by miles. You felt guilty about calling them stupid, not about being protective of them. You just shake your head in return and let him guide you to a nearby bench. 

The red head opens his mouth then closes it, not knowing how to express his feelings without you taking it the wrong way. “Fred was right when he said we don’t have money like you do-- not that he said it in the nicest way,” He quickly adds when he sees your head tilt down in shame, “Nor do we have the same notoriety that comes with your last name. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just--” He trails off and looks past you, trying to reorganize his thoughts. 

“I don’t know my privilege sometimes.” You finish for him, and he nods to confirm. “I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t realize that.” The connections make sense, the glances shared between them when you went to the shop together, the nervous expression on George’s face every time you exchanged gifts during holidays, the staying at home during Hogsmeade weekends with “doing homework” excuses. 

“We needed the money to open the joke shop and the allure it would get being owned by a Triwizard Champion, not because we wanted it for anything else.” He explains fully, glad to the realization on your face. 

“What about the money from your bets at the cup?” 

“Bagman said we needed a lesson about underage gambling.” 

“That no good--” 

George lets out a chuckle at how easily you switch moods. “Love, it’s fine.” He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him when he goes to run his other hand over your head again. The clarification of you worrying about him -them- waters his insides as his crush on you blossoms even more, “We’ll figure something out, Fred and I already have some plans.” 

You huff and lean into him, “I am truly sorry, George. I really didn’t mean to insult you guys. I worry about Cedric but if something happened to you.” You look down at your intertwined hands, enjoying the moment before your eyes widen, “--Or Fred!” You quickly add, realizing what you said. If he heard your slip, he didn’t mention it. But, if you took a daring glance, you would see his bright red face. “Is there anything I can help with? As an apology?” 

He fiddles with a loose string on the sleeve of your robe, debating between his options. “Do my potions essay?” That earns him a slap on the wrist making him giggle and squeeze you closer to him. 

“I’ll be your first employee.” You offer, running through different ideas through your head. “I bet I can stock shelves faster than you.” A proud claim yet there is a mischievous glint in your eyes as you look up at him. 

His mind goes blank at the thought of you suggesting a future event with him after graduation even if it was to make up for some silly understanding. Add that to the way you’re looking up at him, he couldn’t tell someone his name if they asked. He’s glad Fred stormed off because if his brother saw him this way, he could never live it down. 

You call out to him, pulling him back into reality. 

He feels his cheeks start to heat up, so he just pushes your head back into his shoulder, “We’ll see if you’ll have time once you’re traveling the world saving creatures.” You easily tuck into his side and fall into step with him as he starts moving the two of you down the corridor. 

You falter a little at the mention of your dream career, the possibility of it slowly dwindling as time goes on. “I’ll always have time for my favorite Weasley.” The response comes so immediate, like it’s something you’ve said to him a thousand times. It’s like you don’t know what you do to him when you say those words— well, you couldn’t have since he’s never told you. 

“I mean Ginny, of course. Not you.” 

One last blow to regain the normalcy between you too. George recovers rather quickly this time, pinching your sides to make you as frazzled as he was. You let out a squeal, surprised by the action and push your face into him more. 

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[zorosleftshoe]

Can you do a fluffy one where reader takes care of drunk Colby (preferably based on recent new years where he partied with Brennen)?

Pairing: Colby Brock x Reader

Warnings: none

Most people would probably agree if you asked if the New Year meant a new start. It was a way of wiping the slate clean. Allowing the past to be the past and the future to be whatever you could dream it. I disagree.

The new year is just an excuse you make. A way to justify past mistakes and tribulations. That’s why every New Year’s Eve I found myself nose deep in a novel. Whether it be Gatsby trying to win Daisy’s love. Or five students trying to figure out who murdered poor Simon. New Year’s parties were not my scene and that’s where Colby and I clashed.

Colby loved ringing in the New Year with good friends and expensive drinks and although it never bothered me I was always left to tend to him when he would be carried to our front door in a hazy state. This year was no different.

The doorbell rang and I tore my eyes away from my newest novel to look at the clock that sat on the bedside table. 3:02. Releasing a heavy sigh, I hopped out of bed and padded to the door to find Brennen with a sympathetic smile and Colby with his head down barely holding himself up as his arm was thrown over Brennen’s shoulders.

“Where can I put him?” With a shake of the head I point to the couch in the living room. “He had a really good time.” Brennen pauses as he drops Colby onto the couch with a loud groan. “If you couldn’t tell.” I let out a soft giggle and motion to the kitchen.

“He usually does.” Brennen follows me to the kitchen and takes a seat at the island as I fill up two glasses of water; one for him and one for Colby.

“You’re good for him, you know?” I slide the glass of water across the island and lean against it on my elbows. “Most girls have only ever wanted him for what he has to offer. They would never take care of him like this.” I shrug lightly before placing my head in my hands.

“That’s what you do when you love someone. I never really thought about it, I guess.” He nods and takes a sip from the glass.

“You pulled him out of a dark place. I never thanked you for that.” I place my hand on his and give it a soft reassuring squeeze. We sit and talk for a couple more minutes before Brennen glances down at his watch and taps on the table lightly. “I gotta head out. You’ve got him, right?” I nod and he gives me a quick hug before retreating from the kitchen. The glass of water is still on the island and I grab it before digging through the medicine cabinet to find some pain killers.

“Baby!” Colby’s voice booms from the living room. “I need cuddles!” He slurs. With a soft laugh I head into the living room and find him with his arms spread wide lying on the couch. “Baby!” He cheers happily when he sees me.

“Hi, honey.” I kneel down next to him and place the meds along with the water on the coffee table. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah. It was pretty fun.” I let out a heavy exhale when the alcohol hits me but I’m quickly pulled into Colby’s arms. “I missed you. What did you do?”

“Well, I did a little bit of cleaning.” He faked a snore before pressing a kiss against my forehead. “Then I started that new book you bought me. It’s so good, Colbs.”

“Will you read it to me?” A wide smile crosses my face at his question and I rip myself from his arms before racing to the bedroom and pulling the book from the nightstand. When I return to the living room Colby is already waiting. He pats the couch next to him and I cozy up into his side as he lays his head on my chest. “The perfect start to a new year.” He says softly before I start reading the passage. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I whisper in between paragraphs. The words fall effortlessly from my lips as Colby’s eyelids start to droop. Soon enough his soft snores drown out the words I’m speaking and I close the book and set it aside. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I rest my head atop his and let my eyes close.

#sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock

[rosecoloreddesire]

The Hold You Have Upon Me

Summary: Your best friend Olivia gets you in on her big role in a new movie and you gladly accept the offer. Little did you know the job had a lot more to offer than it lead on.

Note: I’m so sorry for being so inactive! Please forgive me y’all! Should this be my first Austin series??? But the new pics from behind the scenes??? LORD HAVE MERCY!

Part 2

Warning: FLUFF! Also I only read through this twice so I’m sorry for any errors!!

“Y/N, c’mon! You’re doing great! I’m so proud of you for being here for me.” Olivia wraps her arms around you in a warm embrace.

“You know I wouldn’t have denied being an extra in an Elvis movie,” Olivia rolls her eyes as her makeup finishes,” and wouldn’t have denied seeing my best friend have the role of her life!” She smiles as the finishing touches are applied and twirls around.

“Time to line up, girly!” She takes your hand and leads you to set. The booming echo of the band thumps within your body as you watch Baz record them up close. Olivia tugs on your arm and points at the corner of the set. There he was.

“Holy shit, Liv. He’s Adonis…” you hadn’t had the time to see Austin as Elvis yet. The sight of his tanned skin adorned in black leather pulling the air from your lungs. She laughs and pats your back as a set manager pulls her away from you. You can’t keep your eyes off of him as workers surround him to make sure he looks perfect. That shouldn’t be too hard you think. His cobalt eyes are stoic as he finally catches you staring. His smirk eliciting a squeak from your lips as you go to find the same set manager that stole Olivia away from you.

“Got enough of gawking Mr. Butler in for one day?” Mia asks as you walk up next her. You sigh and rub your hands on your face.

“He saw me and probably thinks I’m a freak.” She cackles as she’s reads the list in front of her. She pulls you along with her.

“Well, this freak is front of stage. Have fun, love.” You whip your head to glare at Mia.

“‘Mia?! Are you kidding me? This is insane! Please, put me closer to the back or something.” Mia shrugged her shoulders and looked through the papers on her clipboard. You try to look over her to no avail.

“They dressed you up just like the girl in the original ‘68 comeback that sits right there! Soooo, no can do, love!” She waves at you as you sit down. He’s going to be dancing right in front of you. You place a hand on the stage and drag your fingers on it softly. This is insane.

“Good luck, Y/N. You got this!” Olivia looks beautiful as she shakes your shoulders.

“Knock ‘em dead, Priscilla.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. You smooth your skirt down as other extras begin to fill in next to you. Your heart begins to beat out of your chest as Baz calls for action.

“And here he is, Mister Elvis Presley!” The applause sign lights up as you begin to clap. Ignoring the total arousal that seeps through you as you see him begin to bend to grasp his guitar. He sits down and begins to sing and your heart all but melts. You could see he put everything into becoming Elvis and he looked just like him. You could feel tears well in your eyes as you remembered watching Elvis with your grandma when you were younger. Never understanding why she’d get so emotional. Now here you were seeing double. You smile as the song comes to an end and wipe your eyes. Baz calling cut so that he could move things around for a better shot. He smiles at you as he makes his way to Austin. You nod and turn to where Olivia is sitting. She shapes a heart with her hands and you return it as you take a deep breath.

“Quick touch up break!” Makeup artists swarm in as cast members make their ways to chairs. Some stay seated and some grab something to snack on. You watch as Austin sits down panting as staff use towels to lightly dab onto his face. He smiles and his lips curl as he listens to Baz and his flailing hands.

“Hey, why don’t you just try talking to him?” Mia startled you, your hand shooting to your chest. She grabs onto your shoulder as you grasp your surroundings again.

“M-Mia, I’m one of how many extras trying to get to know him? Give me a break! Not gonna happen-“ you choke on your last words as you make eye contact with the aforementioned man. His gaze could pierce stone as you squirm in your seat. He nods to the artist powdering his face and he rises from his chair.

“Welp, I gotta go! Have fun, darling!”

“Hey, you’re Olivia’s friend right,” you nod as your throat dries,” I’ve seen you on her Insta page. You’re uh, you look gorgeous.” Your eyes widen as does his.

“Thank y-“

“ I’m sorry if that was weird, darlin’.” His voice lowering as he rubs the back of his neck. You laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” your voice squeaking, you clear your throat,” no! Um, I think you’re gorgeous too.”

“It’s just the get up, I feel.”

“I mean the get up is a plus-“

“A plus? You really like it that much, doll?” He stepped a little closer to you. You move back a little scared he’ll hear the pounding of your heart. You place a hand on your chest as your cheeks flush.

“Austin,” his hand slips around your waist as his other hand rests tenderly against your cheek. His fingers softly move against the soft skin,” I-I do.” You splutter out meekly.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m really liking the get up you got goin’ on to.” Before you can say your weak attempt at a joke his soft lips are upon yours. His grip slowly tightens as you sigh into the kiss. You rest your hands on his chest as you feel your legs begin to weaken. His entire being yearns to be as close to as possible. He pulls away and uses the hand still on your cheek to move your face to the side. His lips finding solace betwixt your jaw and neck. You begin to giggle as he hums against your skin.

“A-Aus, what are you doing? You’re gonna have to go on soon.” He continues to hum into your skin. Not leaving any marks but leaving a slight tingle in his tracks.

“They can wait, darlin’. I just can’t get enough of you.” His phone buzzes in his pocket as he finishes his rasping speech.

“I don’t think they want to.” You wink as he pulls away from you with a pout. You stand to your tippy toes and lay a chaste kiss to his nose. His skin flushing pink within seconds.

“I’ll find you after, Y/N.” He holds your hand until ultimately he has to let it go. You sigh heavily and lean against the wall as you collect your thoughts.

“That was….adorable!!!” Olivia squeals and wraps her arms around your shoulders. You yelp and she covers your mouth.

“How could you?! Did you see all of that?!” You take her hand off your mouth.

“Hey! I was tasked to come find Elvis and found Elvis I did!” She wiggles her eyebrows as you groan. You both make your way back to set. Your seat open in the front of the stage as he winks at you from it. You take Olivia’s arm.

“I’m not sitting back up there. I just kissed him and I gotta act like that didn’t happen?” You groan once more as Olivia shrugs.

“Hey, at least it’ll help with the fan girl in love look.” She smiles as she leads you back to your seat.

“Liv, I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler drabble #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #rosecoloreddesire #elvis movie #elvis film

[headkiss]

smoke slow

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: inspired by the song by joshua bassett. eddie gives you a cigarette and maybe some hope, too.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smoking, other than that it’s all fluff!

a/n: my first eddie fic!!!! i hope u guys like it and as always please let me know what you think! also switched up my headers :P

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Hawkins, Indiana. A town booming with rumours and sticky summers. For so long, you were one of the people watching news and shows about the place. Now, you were in it.

Moving was something you were used to, your parent’s work relocating your family often. You didn’t mind it so much, it was what you were used to.

This time, they told you it was for good, that this was the last move. All things they’ve said before, but it felt real for once, it felt like they meant it.

You thought maybe it could become home.

Which is why you found yourself here, at the town’s trailer park for some party that was on a flyer handed to you on the sidewalk. Usually, you would roll your eyes and throw the piece of paper away, but you didn’t know anyone yet and this was an opportunity.

You could find friends, people to talk to. It was worth a try.

You stood in the damp grass of the trailer park, a cup of whatever was being served in hand. It was nice to meet people, nice to get an idea of what your life in Hawkins could be like. It was overwhelming, though.

It was full of ‘who are you’s and ‘why haven’t I seen you before’s. A repetitive explanation of your move.

It got to the point where you needed a break from it all. As much as you enjoyed the promise of future friends and people to meet, you couldn’t take it all at once.

You pulled yourself away from the forming crowd, wandering the open space between trailers, noting the picnic tables spread out and pausing to pet someone’s cute dog.

Your head turned at the sound of a guitar, soft strums bleeding into the night air and you wanted to follow it. You stood up—not before giving the dog one last pat on the head—and went off to find where the music was coming from.

It would pause and resume every so often, like the person playing was forced to pull away before getting back to plucking at the guitar strings. You wandered around, the guitar getting louder as you went.

You eventually found the source of it, a boy sat on the front steps of a trailer. Long hair, ripped jeans, a denim vest covered in pins on top of a leather jacket. A cigarette hanging from his mouth and heavy rings on musical fingers. He was really pretty.

You were close to him now, but his head was bent, not noticing you approach. When he pulled away from his guitar to take the cigarette out of his mouth and breathe out, smoke billowing out of his lips, you took the chance to speak up.

“‘This machine slays dragons?’” You tilted your head to read the messily painted letters on the instrument, grabbing the attention of the boy holding it.

Eddie peeked over at you when he heard your voice, one he didn’t recognize. You were standing with a teasing smile on your face, a cardigan wrapped around you to fight off the evening chill. He thought you might’ve been the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

“Sure does.”

His voice was smooth, the type of gravelly that had you walking closer, close enough that he was forced to tilt his head up at you. His eyes shining and soft as they met yours.

“What’s your name?”

“Eddie, you?” You told him, and he repeated it, enjoying the way it tasted on his lips, the way it felt natural to say. “That’s a pretty name. You’re new here?”

You thought you were tired of the question, of the curiosity that came along with being the town’s new girl, but when Eddie said it, you couldn’t find any annoyance in your body at all.

“Yeah, just moved. You have any more of those?”

Your hand motioned to the cigarette that sat loosely in his grip now, his playing paused in order to talk to you. You knew smoking was a bad habit, but it wasn’t something you could bring yourself to care about at the moment. Besides, it gave you something to say to Eddie, to keep whatever this moment was going.

“Yeah. You’re a smoker?”

“On occasion, I guess.”

“It’s unhealthy, you know?”

“Says the boy who’s currently smoking. C’mon, share?”

“Will you say please?”

“Now now, we only just met, Eddie. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

He shook his head, setting his guitar aside to reach into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, jerking his head towards the stairs next to him, inviting you to sit.

You took the invite, walking over and setting yourself next to him, close enough that your arms would brush if they moved the right way. It was odd, to feel like this stranger was someone who would become integral to your life despite only just meeting him. Like you were meant to find him here.

Eddie passed you a cigarette, and flicked his lighter to life to let you lean close and burn the tip of your smoke to life. You looked at him as you inhaled, his attention on your mouth and how it pouted ever so slightly around your cig, the way the plume escaped your lips.

“What were you playing before? On your dragon slaying guitar.”

“Dunno, really. Whatever came to mind, I guess.”

“It was pretty.”

“You think so?”

Eddie hadn’t had someone describe his music as pretty. He’s been complimented, sure, but none of it seemed to mean as much as the one that came from you. The fact that you didn’t even know him and yet you seemed to care about his art really stuck out to him. It was sweet, and it was genuine.

He wished he could stay in this moment, slow it down so it could last a little longer. The world melted away and it was just him and you. Two strangers who would probably become so much more than that.

“Yeah. Will you play it again?”

He stubbed his cigarette out on his steps, deciding that he’d just share with you instead of having to pause from his playing. He figured you’d let him, since it was him who gave it to you. Eddie was intrigued by you the moment saw you, a magnetic pull holding his attention and refusing to let go. It was confusing to meet someone and immediately feel an effect from it, from them.

“Sure, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. The nickname mixed with his voice had butterflies swarming in your stomach. You tried to shrug it off, to pretend like it was nerves instead of being flustered. You thought maybe you could make him your friend, a good one. That maybe he felt the same, like he’d known you for much longer than a total of five minutes.

You thought Hawkins really would become home after all.

He plucked out a melody, humming along softly despite it not having any lyrics. While he wanted to impress you, to leave an impact big enough to get you to want to see him again, he wasn’t really worried about what he was playing.

You watched his hands move with nimble fingers and expertise. You watched his face with focus as well as ease painted across it, like it was effortless for him to simply pick up his guitar and play. He was really pretty. Someone who might look intimidating at first glance, but was kind and welcoming.

“You’re really good, Eddie. How’d you learn?”

“My uncle, mostly. He’s taught me a lot.”

“Will you teach me something on it?”

“Sure thing, Sweetheart. Here ya go.” He handed you his guitar, letting you set it in your lap the way he had it just moments before and grabbing your cigarette to stub it out. Eddie didn’t know why he decided to move so he sat behind you, his thighs on either side of yours, his chest against your back. He didn’t know why he felt so inclined to do so, but he was.

When you felt Eddie behind you, your senses went wild. The heat of his body against your back, the smell of his shampoo and his cologne in your nose, strands of his hair tickling your neck when he leaned closer.

It was intimate, especially considering this was your first meeting with him. But you had no complaints at all.

His hands trailed down your arms to grab yours, the cool metal of his rings sliding down until they were pressed against your fingers. He moved your hands to place one on the neck of the guitar, the other sitting flat against the strings. You were pliant for him, letting him guide you.

“‘Kay, so you’re just gonna put your fingers here, here, and.. here.” He moved them as he spoke, placing them on the right string and fret to create a chord. A sense of pride swelling when you strummed and it sounded right the first time.

Eddie wasn’t used to having a connection to people so quickly. No, he was used to judgemental looks and constant avoidance because he was a ‘freak,’ someone to stay away from.

You, however, had no knowledge of his reputation, you only knew the sweet boy sitting on his porch playing guitar. You only knew his soft touch and comforting smell.

“That’s really cool. That music just works like that.”

“Where the hell have you been all this time, sweetheart. Are you even real?”

He held one of your hands in his, squeezing it like he was making sure you were solid, a real person. He felt like he might’ve made you up, the previous drinks and smoke clouding his brain because there was absolutely no way you were there, being nice to him, and smiling brightly because of him and his guitar.

When you looked down, focusing on his hand holding yours and feeling flustered, then feeling it even more because you didn’t know him, not really, and it felt like you did and he had an effect on you that you’d never felt before. Ever.

You didn’t have time to reply to his sweet, wonder-filled words because you caught a glimpse of the numbers on his watch and gasped.

“Is that really the time?”

“Shit, yeah.”

“I'm so sorry, I have to leave.”

He hated the disappointment he felt, the longing for you to stay. He hated it because it was new, it was scary, and it was more amplified than anything he’s ever experienced before.

He didn’t say any of that, though, he only let your hand go and stood, helping you up along with him. He didn’t hug you close like he wanted, he didn’t kiss you like he had the urge to do. He only smiled at you and spoke quietly.

“It was really nice meeting you. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah. Bye, Eddie.”

You were quickly walking off before he could ask you for your number, for anything. Gone as if it really had been a dream.

-

Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Ever since that night that seemed to get further and further away as the days passed, his mind has been stuck in a loop of you and your pull and your mystery. He wanted to know more about you, he wanted to know everything, really. The only problem was, he couldn’t seem to find you.

He’d go walking on main street, go to the grocery store even if his uncle had gone the day before, go to random parties he heard about in hopes to find you there. Eddie found himself in public much more than he used to, and he found that distracting himself with trying to find you often blocked out the looks he’d get or the whispers he’d notice.

Lately, all he cared about was talking to you again.

He wasn’t discreet about it, either. He asked Nancy and Robin if they met you, even asked Steve if he knew of anyone with your name. They teased him, of course, but they did try to help. It wasn’t often Eddie was this encompassed with someone.

He found himself hanging out at Family Video with Robin and Steve as they worked, hoping that maybe today would be the day you decided to rent a movie.

“This is getting sad, Munson. Why don’t you just go door to door? That might be more productive.”

Steve and Eddie gave each other shit all the time, but that was simply their friendship. They bonded over time, getting over their Dustin jealousy and finding common ground there instead. They complained about the younger boy’s attitude, they loved him like a brother.

“Shut it, Steve. I’m gonna see her, I swear.”

“Aw, come on, it’s sweet. But, are you sure she lives here? Maybe she was just visiting.”

Robin was trying to help, as always, she just said what she thought was best. She hoped that you were real, because she could use another female friend in her life and by the way Eddie spoke about you, she could tell you’d be a great one.

“No, no. She said she just moved here! You guys believe me, don’t you? I didn’t even smoke pot that night!”

“Calm down there, we believe you. It’s just.. it’s been like a week and Hawkins really isn’t that big.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, Robin. But maybe it’s just like the wrong places at the wrong time. Right?”

She simply shrugged, not really knowing what to say because she wanted to keep his hopes up, she wanted him to be happy and excited about you like he has been since he saw you.

“Maybe you should’ve stayed in the same place every time like Dustin said. Higher percentage of meeting her or whatever the little shit said. It was too much math for me.”

“Thank you so much, Steve. I really appreciate it.” His voice monotone and void of actual gratitude, a deadpan.

The bell above the door rang, signaling the entrance of a customer, and Eddie’s heart pounded with the possibility of it being you. His mind conjuring up everything he’d say to you, the unrealistic expectations that you’ve been looking for him, too.

But, you knew where to find him. Wasn’t it obvious the trailer was his?

When he turned to look at who walked in, he sighed. Disappointed because it definitely wasn’t you and kicking himself for getting so worked up over a fucking bell ringing.

He left the store after that, going back home and picking up his acoustic guitar once more to play the tune he remembered from that night. He couldn’t get it out of his head.

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You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie.

Something about the way his hair fell and the dreamiest eyes. The way his rings felt against your skin and his chest felt against your back. The way he spoke and the way he made you feel.

You were close to losing it.

Of course, you thought about going to his trailer to see him, but always backed out because you felt like it would be weird. He would totally be creeped out if you just showed up to his house unannounced after meeting once.

Instead of sitting around daydreaming about a certain boy, you decided to use your free time to apply for a job. It would be something to do, and you did need the money. You figured as you made your way around the town with applications in hand, you just might run into Eddie.

So far, nothing has panned out, though it’s only been a couple of days. The last stop on your list was the local record store, full of vinyls both used and new. You stood in front of the old building, gathering the courage to go in and hand in your application.

When you walked through the door, you saw shelves upon shelves of music, bins and crates stood all around filled to the brim with things to listen to. The lighting was warm, inviting, and the song playing softly throughout the store added to the calming atmosphere.

Eddie’s head snapped up from where he was sorting through new arrivals when he heard the front door open and close, his attention drawn to the customer he was meant to look after.

When he caught a glimpse of the person there, he swore he felt his heart stop for a second. Maybe even a minute.

It was you.

You, who he had almost convinced himself he had imagined. Who still looked as pretty as the first time he saw you. You with your same cardigan and bright eyes. He couldn’t believe it.

You walked up to the counter, shaking out your nerves one last time before taking a couple steps and looking up. The last person you expected to see was Eddie, but you definitely weren’t upset about it.

You’d been waiting ever since you left that night to see him again, and here he was.

“Eddie?”

He ditched his vest and jacket, now left in his ‘Hellfire Club’ shirt which you’d ask him about later. For now, you were just ecstatic to see him. His hair was still long, still sat in its charming waves. His eyes still shining, like that was their natural state.

“Oh my gosh! Sweetheart, hi!”

His smile was beaming, so bright that you couldn’t help but smile, too.

“So, I’m actually here for a job,” you set your application on the counter in front of him. “But this is a lot more fun. Hi.”

“Shit, really? I can get you in, easy. The boss likes me, can you believe it!?”

He was so upbeat, so animated, and it felt like it was because of you. Whether that was true or not, you still felt special. He was able to do that without even trying.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. We’re gonna have so much fun as coworkers, trust me. The best time.” 

“Well, okay. If you want to, then that would be great. Thank you, Eddie.”

He thinks hearing his name in your voice would never get old.

“No problem at all, sweetheart.”

“Do you like working here?”

“I like music, and it’s easy enough. I think you joining the team would make it a lot better, though.”

“Stop it.”

You could feel your face heating, your hands coming up to cover your flustered expression. Somehow, Eddie managed to say certain things in a certain way to make you feel warm. His gaze strong and his effect even stronger.

“It’s true! Come on, stop hiding.”

He gently reached out to grab your wrists, urging you to drop your hands from your face, and when you did, he didn’t let go.

“It’s really good you’re here, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to find you ever since you left that stupid party.”

“Me too. Must be fate.”

Though your tone was slightly teasing, you really did think this was fate. The universe bringing two people together and all of that.

“Must be. So, I have a question for you.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

His hands squeezed your wrists in his grip, cool rings against heated skin. It was like he was both reassuring you and gearing himself up to say what he wanted to.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met, and I think that’s rare. I, um.. I wanted to know if you’d wanna go out with me sometime? Soon, maybe?”

“Like on a date?”

“Yeah. I mean, if that’s what you want. Doesn’t have to be.”

What Eddie wants to say is that he thinks he’d take you into his life in any way he could, that he’d be okay with being nothing more than your future coworker if it meant you’d be around. He doesn’t, because he thinks that’s a lot for someone he’s spoken to twice.

“I’d really like that, Eddie. I’ve thought about you ever since, too.”

He only drops his hold on you to grab a pen and spare piece of paper, sliding it towards you.

“Leave me your number this time, yeah? So I don’t have to search the town again.”

“You looked for me?”

You started writing your number down for him, signing with your name and a heart and handing him the paper. He took it and tucked it into his pocket right away, not wanting to ever lose it.

“‘Course. Told you I was thinking about you.”

“Well, now you can call me.”

“Oh, I will. You’ll get sick of me.”

To be honest, you don’t think you could get tired of him if you even tried.

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[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　XENOMORPH DRONE x gn human reader

　　　　『　xenomorph ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> cuddling your xeno during a bad thunderstorm

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort ,, thunderstorm tw

　　— just a lil smt i decided to whip up yknow :)

cold and slick skin pressed against your own ,, yours more warm and not as moist. the head of the xenomorph had been tucked in between your neck and your shoulder. his arms were wrapped around your waist ,, keeping your warm body close to his chest as he curled around you. his tail was kept away from anyplace that could bring potential harm to you ,, as he didnt wish to knick you whilst you both slept.

rain trickled down the windows ,, pounding softly against the roof as it raged outside. thick and loud cracks of thunder reigned for a moment ,, before settling down and giving a small flash of lightning. your xeno tightened his grip ,, making huffs at the sudden noise from the storm outside. he wasn't a big fan of the rain ,, youre not sure why but its not likely you'll find an answer.

your hand came up to pat against his head ,, a soft 'shh' slipping from your lips as you calmed him down. the moment he had heard the first crackle of thunder he grabbed you and ran to the bedroom. you had to put an end to your activities earlier than you wished for ,, but it didnt bother you to comfort your xeno during something he didn't like. it felt nice actually ,, comforting the big and alien creature.

he gave a small shriek when lightening filled the room once more ,, tucking close to you as he tried to settle down. originally you had found him skulking along the alleyways ,, lost and confused but docile as he navigated his way around. he had scared off most who were in the alleyways ,, those who thought he would just eat them on the spot. even you had been amongst those who thought that ,, though all ideas of him being ferocious when he whimpered and cried out when he saw you.

      it was like finding a beaten up kitten on the side of the road ,, even though he did not fit the description of being cute. you couldn't leave him there though ,, and it wasnt like you had any choice because he was quickly following after you wherever you stepped. that's how you got yourself a cat-like alien ,, who was currently cuddling you as he flinched and jumped from any flash of lightning or boom of thunder.

      you were still shushing him ,, hand lightly caressing his head as you lulled him the sleep. you werent able to tell whether he was sleeping or not ,, since he never had much of a indication to it ,, but in a few minutes you took a guess that he was. your voice stopped yet your hand stayed ,, taking in the comfort he gave.

      during your years of being isolated in the suburbs of the city ,, you had grown touch starved and in need of desperate interaction. the most you'd get is a new assignment from your boss and the occasional praise from them. your coworkers never bothered to ask you simple questions when you first started to work ,, or ever try to get to know you at all. your family didnt keep in touch and you didnt have any friends besides those in far away states that costed too much gas money to make a trip to.

      placing a gentle kiss to the xenomorph's lobed head ,, you quickly fell into dreamland. soft breathes from you both filled the room ,, though silent as the rain quickly drowned the noise out. it was a comforting night ,, two lost creatures in need of affection giving themselves to one another.

#xenomorph x reader #xenomorph x human #alien x reader #alien xenomorph #alien #🛸.xenomorph #🛸.alien #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[rosainta]

Day 3 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 9th, 2023 at 8:28PM, Home

Finished December 9th, 2023 at 11:33PM, Home

Log #3

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your support on the last log! I'm happy you enjoyed it, as unrefined as it was, but hopefully you'll enjoy this next one too. I want to keep these A/N's short as to have more time to write, and also to practice being more concise since that has been one of the challenges I've had with writing for a while now, so I'll just head straight on with it. This next one is an attempt at writing a chapter of an atmospheric story revolving around Medic and Heavy, of their blossoming friendship and maybe something more... up to you to decide! ;-) (The next log will be a Part Two to this, as the idea I have in mind is quite long, but feel free to leave your predictions down below!)

Title: King of Hearts (Part One) Fandom: Team Fortress 2 New Mexico, Badlands, Teufort City, The Cap Point 6:30PM, sometime during the Gravel War

"Ah, and here we are!"

The ambulance backs up into an empty lot, sealing its usual spot in the sea of other vehicles. Though the unusual choice of transport was initially an oddity, its frequent visits to this particular establishment had become so normal that no one bothered to question its presence anymore. The engine sputters to a stop, and its two unorthodox passengers hop out; the stalwart Heavy and the eccentric Medic, the iconic, unconventional yet unstoppable duo of the Badlands.

"Is good to be back, " the burly Russian exclaims, giving his comrade a hearty pat on the back as he slams the door of the ambulance. The latter grins, returning the gesture and slamming his own equally as loud.

"Yes, and it is good to have you back, mein friend! I don't doubt that the others will think ze same."

Heavy leads the way, the duo making their way towards the side of the building. Its dim neon lights glimmer in the darkening sky, creating a mixed atmosphere of class and risky fun. With the nighttime wind chills slowly falling upon them, the two quicken their pace and turn the corner. In front of them in big, shining yellow letters is a sign that reads: "The Cap Point - Teufort City's Best Bar & Tabletop Game Experience"

Heavy stops in place for a moment, looking up at the glowing signage above them. "Do you think little lady will be there?", he asks quietly.

"Pauling? Oh, I highly doubt it. Poor woman, always so busy with her work all ze time", the doctor replies, shaking his head.

"Is shame. Would have liked to challenge woman at poker; she always knows when I am bluffing", the big man chuckles to himself.

"Hah! Maybe it's because you can barely keep a straight face when you lie; your eyebrows always seem to lift up like springs, a bit like zis;"

Medic's eyes furrow, then arch into an exaggerated expression of surprise, mouth slightly agape for emphasis. Heavy scoffs, a smirk playing at his lips as he playfully crosses his arms.

"Now is doktor's turn to bluff; Heavy does not do that when lying. Heavy has excellent poker face, see?"

Heavy's face deadpans, his amused face suddenly turning cold. Medic's face, however, only grins with mischief, like that of a Cheshire cat.

"Is zat so? Well then, can you tell me where the whereabouts of my strudel from last night might be?", he asks teasingly.

Heavy's deadpan expression falters and, well, don't you know, so do his eyebrows, lifting themselves high enough they could touch the stars. Abashed, Heavy looks away to the doorways of the building, speedily turning to walk away from the sly practitioner.

"Heavy knows nothing of that, apologies", he says finally, quickly walking through the doorway. Medic laughs, satisfied with himself, and trails behind him.

As soon as they enter the establishment, they are greeted with the familiar, loud, cozy atmosphere of the bar. Various customers fill the many tables placed around the room, the bartop buzzing with animated chatter and cheery banter. Tom Jones's infamous "Sexbomb" booms on the radios, and a game of billiards is being played with such vigour at the back that you could hear the yells of the players resonate throughout the entire building. As usual, it emanates from its typical suspects.

"You've gotta be freakin' kiddin' me! What the hell is wrong with you?", a high, brash voice cries out.

"Scout, it isn't my fault that your embarassing lack of competence at breaking has made it difficult for either of us to score a point", a lower voice replies with a nasty sneer.

"Oh yeah? Well, how do you explain that the drunkest person on Earth and a wannabe American hero have scored more than you have the entire night?"

"Maybe because they had some sense to not stay on a team with a man in his twenties who can barely read!"

"Crikey, would the both of you just stop bloody bickerin'? Some of us here are actually tryin' to enjoy the game," a third gruff individual reacts.

"Shut up, this doesn't concern you!", the first two voices yell back.

Heavy laughs softly. "Looks like little men are having fun."

"Ja, why don't we go join in on ze experience?"

The two make stride across the bar, the shorter of the two men happily waving to the bartender on their way there. When they get there, the argument dies down and is instead replaced with curious excitement.

"Ey, long time no see, fat man!", Scout, the supposed incompetent breaker, exclaims.

"Ah, Heavy, it is a pleasure to see you again", Spy, the snarky Frenchman, says. "How was your trip to Siberia?"

"Was good, thank you. Is always good to see family."

Heavy takes a seat at the table next to Sniper, the attempted argument breaker, and signals for a waitress. Medic strikes up a conversation with Soldier and Demoman in the corner, excitedly babbling on about human heads, to which both of them join in without hesitation.

"One vodka", he orders, "and one sparkling water for doktor, please. Don't worry, I pay."

The lady smiles and nods, walking away to retrieve their drinks. Sniper smirks, surprised.

"Just got back and you're already feeling charitable, mate? Didn't your trip cost you enough?", Sniper laughs.

"Heavy does not mind. Doktor was there to meet Heavy at airport and buy him favourite food, so Heavy pay doktor back", he replies, matter-of-factly.

Sniper shifts in his seat, his smirk converting to a genuine smile of admiration. "Wow, it must be pretty nice havin' a good chum like the doc, huh?"

"Yes, is nice. Medic and I always nice together", Heavy says, returning the smile and turn to his friend.

From the corner of his view, he sees the Medic return his gaze and nod, a slight smile on his face and a grateful expression, before he returns to his own discussion.

The Australian takes a gulp of his martini and leans backwards in his chair, allowing himself to ease up in the comfort of the seat. He notices Heavy still looking at his friend in the corner, his expression content like that of one in a warm blanket. He scratches at the slight stubble on his chin, still observing him with intrigue.

"Say, why don't you tell me more about your friendship with our happy healer here? Seems like you two get along better than the rest of us mercs," Sniper says, adjusting his hat to better glimpse at the gentle giant before him.

Heavy looks back at the Australian and chortles, sliding his hand over the back of his head. "Ah, is very long story. Dok and I go way back, even before we became mercenary. You sure you want to hear all of it?"

"Sure, let's have a go at it. Probably be a lot more entertainin' than watching these two buggers argue the entire night", he sighs, loosely gesturing at the father-son duo as the tension begins to spark the flame of another petty anger-fest.

Heavy nods, understanding. He puts his bulky arms on the table and fully faces the marksman, inadvertedly causing the table and the fragile martini glass on it to shake a little, but neither seem to notice.

"Well", he begins, "it all starts when I first begin to live in Siberian Mountains with family, after escaping shoot-out in Gulag..."

To be continued in RQDL 4...

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

#tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #heavymedic #team fortress 2 #tf2 miss pauling #writing #writing practice #rosain quivan's daily logs #heavy and medic are very close #how close is up to you to decide #part 1

[thespiritssaidso]

Give Shawn the Dress, Dammit!

Summary: Basically the same as the episode Weekend Warriors except Shawn gets to wear the nurse’s outfit

Notes: I have no idea how the fuck a dress from the civil war is made, specifically one with hoops. I don’t know the structure. So give me some leniency here if I wrote the dress wrong.

Juliet left the car and trotted over to where Shawn and Gus were standing, one of whom was holding a dress. “Hey, what’s up guys?”

“Jules!” Shawn and Gus ran up to her. “You're going to get a call from a very irate Sally Reynolds saying two guys just drove by and stole her dress. Just ignore it, okay?”

She was extra confused now. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

Gus started explaining. “Sally was a target. Shawn’s gonna put on that dress, and wait for someone to shoot him.”

Shawn nodded along. “Yeah but- the plan sounds a lot better when you don’t say it like that.”

“What?”

“Listen, detective.” Shawn turned back to Juliet. “We have reason to believe that the intended target was Sally Reynolds. Now we’ve stolen her dress,” he held up said dress, “we’re gonna catch the yellow-bellied son-of-a-bitch red handed.” He paused to take a breath. “I forced the ending, that’s horrible.”

“So, risking getting shot is the only way to solve the case?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then we should stop the battle!”

“No, we can’t. It’s too late. They’re gonna start in less than a minute. Listen, Juliet…please let us go?” They’re both bouncing on the balls of their feet in anticipation.

Juliet doesn’t say anything, mulling over her choices in her head.

After a minute or two of tense silence, she wordlessly marched to the back door of the car she came in and opened it, rummaging around for something. When she resurfaced she had a bullet proof vest. “If you’re going out there, you might as well be protected.”

——————

“Breathe out, loosen up.”

“Ow ow ow ow!”

“Sorry Shawn!”

“No no, it’s fine, this wasn’t exactly made to fit me. Now just zip- AGH!”

“Sorry!”

“Is it done yet? Please tell me it’s done.”

“You’re all good.” Juliet patted the zipper on his back.

Shawn straightened up, and tried to take a breath. It was difficult, and it made him feel like he was back in high school, wearing his binder. It wasn’t a terrible thing to remember. But it wasn’t exactly a fond memory either.

“Here.” Juliet handed him a helmet. He shoved the it on, fumbling a bit with the buckle.

Gus grabbed Shawn by the shoulders. “Alright remember, the fifth cannon boom is your cue to shoot whoever's playing Quantrill.”

“Right.” Shawn nodded, but then gave his friend a strange look. “Wait, how do you know that?”

“I read the manual. Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t open the manual, it was like War and Peace. There were seventeen chapters.”

“It’s the manual, Shawn.”

“It was this thick!” He held up his hands roughly 6 inches apart, emphasizing the sheer size of it.

“Guys!”

“Right, sorry Jules.”

She just shook her head, and started helping Shawn tie the bonnet.

“Shawn, please be careful.”

“And don’t die.”

“Gus!”

“What? I don’t want my best friend to die!”

Shawn just began to ignore them at this point, and started talking to himself. “Okay. Okay. You got this you got this you got this.”

As the fifth canon went off, he shot out of the tent, grabbing the bayonet from the table nearby and running to his spot. Shawn hefted the gun up to his shoulder, and aimed at the new actor standing in as Captain Quantrill.

“It’s just a reenactment. It’s not real. You’re not actually shooting that guy.” he muttered to, hyping himself up as he pulled the trigger.

Pow!

The captain dramatically fell, and rolled down the side of the hill like in the rehearsal.

Shawn quickly looked to the tree, checking to see if the shooter had come back. There was no one. That was odd. He looked at the trunk where Gus and Juliet were standing. They seemed just as confused as he was.

He hitched the skirts and jogged back over to them. “Did you see anything?”

Gus shook his head no. “Nothing.”

Juliet cocked her gun. “I’m gonna double check the nurse’s tent. You two stay put.”

As she ran off, Shawn said, “That’s weird. Nobody came.”

“Well, at least you’re out of danger now.”

They both turn to walk back to the med tent, but Gus kicks something. He freezes, as does Shawn. He kicks it again, hearing a metallic clang. They share a look with each other and begin brushing off grass to reveal a manhole cover.

Shawn tilted his head. “Well I wonder where this leads.”

They grabbed the handle, straining themselves while moving it oh so slowly. When they got it off, Gus noticed something crucial that would hinder them. “Isn’t that gonna get in the way?” Gus pointed at Shawn’s dress, which was much wider than the manhole itself.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Shawn put his hand to his chin in a thinking gesture.

“Then take it off.”

“Dude, I am not taking this off, it took too long to put on!”

“Well figure something out!”

Shawn thought for a minute, then had an idea. He dug through the little pockets of the dress and grabbed his Swiss knife, and started cutting little holes in the fabric and ripping the metal hoops out.

The end result was a — somewhat — regular dress, though it was a bit longer than before. “Alright, let’s go!”

——————

Behind one of the grey tents, another manhole cover was lifted up from underneath. Shawn peaked out, taking in his surroundings before hefting himself completely out.

“Watch your head.” The plumage of Gus’ feather hat pokes out. Shawn grimaced when he noticed a bit of… something on it. “Aw, did you get sewage on your feather?”

Gus doesn’t respond, simply climbing up and out of the hole. They both shuffle over to the tent, peering around it.

“We’ve crossed to the other side of the creek bed!” Gus pointed out.

“The police accounted for all the Union soldiers, but nobody’s considered that the murderer could have come from this side. After all, this was the bad side, right?”

“You know that’s right.”

Shawn looks over to the tent flap, and swiftly snuck inside of it with Gus close behind. Immediately, Shawn found something.

“Now, I ask you: who goes out on the battlefield without their boots?”

Gus shrugged. “Maybe someone has bunions.”

Shawn gave him a disbelieving look. “Bunions, Gus? Really? That's what you're bringing to the table? I'm trying to solve a murder here.” His bonnet and helmet were really starting to squeeze his head, and it was giving him a migraine. Shawn untied the bonnet and helmet, setting them down on the little table as well as the boots. It wasn’t like he would need them anymore. Besides, they were ruining his hair. He began rummaging underneath the table.

“I deal with bunions every day at work, Shawn. They hurt. They hurt people. That's a perfectly logical assumption.”

“Oh yeah? What about this?” With a little flourish, Shawn grabbed a uniform and presented it to Gus. “No tunic!”

Gus snatched the uniform from Shawn and inspected it. He held it up to himself as he said, “This is Mahoney’s!”

Shawn looked closer at the uniform, and a lightbulb went off in his head. He dug through the dress pockets once more, fishing out the brass button from earlier and held it up to the coat, where there were two small holes placed exactly where a button would go.

“The brass button.” Shawn muttered.

“Mahoney did it.” Gus whispered.

They both started jumping up and down, stimming from excitement.

“That’s why he had that sticky musket! He must have got sap on it from that notch in the tree!”

“Woah woah this doesn’t track. Why kill Sally? She’s hot. They’re friends. She even wrote his insurance policy-“

Shawn’s interrupted by a loud BANG. They both flinch a bit at the sudden explosion.

“That was C-4!” Gus pointed out.

“That didn’t come from the battlefield, it came from the south.”

Shawn and Gus instantly come to the same conclusion at the same time. They looked at each other in the eyes, confirming it.

“I solved the crime!”

“No, I did!”

“I said it first.”

“I identified the uniform.”

“I found the button near the tree,” Shawn quickly reached out and tapped Gus’ shoulder twice. “Tap tap no take backs.”

“That's not fair, Shawn. I was identifying the C-4 sound.”

“Dude, you snooze you lose, Gus. I don't have to tell you.”

Gus, frustrated, starting shoving his plumed hat up and down on his head.

Shawn pointed back outside the tent. “That manhole we found connects to the sewer. It's going to lead us right to our killer. Let's go.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We're going in by ourselves?”

“What, are you crazy?”

Shawn and Gus quickly rushed out of the tent and- well, I’m sure you know how the rest goes.

They find Mahoney stealing his own artifacts and confront him — with some help from the reenactment soldiers— and take him to the station where Shawn figured out that it was not only Mahoney but Sally as well. The two had been attempting insurance fraud. But Mahoney didn’t want to share, so he tried to kill Sally. Poe rolls past his mark, sees Mahoney in the act, and is murdered. Case closed.

——————

It was late in the evening, and the sun was starting to set. Shawn was running to the many tents that had yet to be put away. He had forgotten his Gameboy there, and had to convince Gus to drive him back in the Blueberry to go grab it. He just hoped no one had nabbed it while he was gone.

Shawn still hadn’t taken off the dress. Really, it had just slipped his mind. But he had noticed he was still wearing it at least an hour ago, and realized he didn’t actually want to take it off. It felt… nice, wearing it. Except for the bullet proof vest. That he could do without. He changed out of the vest and voila: comfy-ish dress.

He was exiting one of the tents, Gameboy in hand, when he noticed Lassiter. The detective was still in costume, meandering around the battlefield.

“Lassie!” Shawn started jogging over to the man.

He watched as Lassiter’s shoulders slumped, and turn around to face him. “What are you doing here, Spencer?” His voice didn’t have its usual bite to it, just sounded a bit… tired.

“Oh, I needed to grab my Gameboy — which I found-” he waved it around for emphasis. “-in one of the tents. But this looks more fun!” That was a lie. Walking around aimlessly sounded boring to Shawn. But he wanted to spend some time with Lassiter, boring be damned.

He just gave Shawn a resigned sigh. “I don’t suppose I could stop you, anyway.”

Shawn gave him a big grin, and began walking alongside him.

“Spencer, why in the world are you still wearing that dress?”

“Why are you still wearing your uniform?”

Lassiter huffed. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”

Shawn just shrugged. “Alright then.”

“It’s just- isn’t that… uncomfortable? There’s no way that fits you.”

He smiled to himself. “Nah, it’s not really too bad. I took off the bullet proof vest, so it’s not too tight. Brings back memories, actually.”

Now Lassiter was confused. “Memories? What, did you try wearing dresses or something in high school?”

Shawn could’ve taken offense to that. But he decided not to, opting to shake his head no. “Just reminds me of a time when I had to wear a binder to even look half this good.”

Not knowing what else to say, Lassiter let out a small “Oh,” and didn’t add anything else.

“‘Course, the binder was a different kind of…” Shawn gestured to his chest as he said this. “…tight. But it’s the same idea.”

They fell into silence, taking in their surroundings. The sky was pinkish, blending beautifully into purple and blue. The clouds were colored a soft coral pink and cream orange. The air was slowly filled with a soft euphony of various sounds. Crickets chirping, frogs croaking, the whistle of a gentle breeze rustling the long grasses.

Shawn breaks the quiet. “You know, I did a little bit of reading earlier-”

Lassiter scoffed at that. “You? Reading? Please.”

“As strange as that sounds, yes. I did. It was awful, zero stars, do not recommend. There were all these big words- and don’t even get me started on the lack of pictures-”

“Get to the point, Spencer.”

“Right. Yeah. So, I was reading about your great-great-grandfather, Colonel Muskrat-”

“It’s Colonel Muscum T. Lassiter.”

“-I’ve heard it both ways.” He was getting sidetracked. “That guy, who you’re dressed up as, I got curious-”

“Mhm.”

“-and I noticed there was a page in there about him and the… uhh, the nurse, the one I’m dressed up as-”

“Sally Reynolds.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows. “No kidding? That’s her name? That is a huge coincidence.”

“Yes, it is. Now what about her?”

“Right right right. There was a page in there about those two.”

Lassiter didn’t know where this was going. “…Go on.”

“And uhm, apparently, after the war they got together. And eventually married.”

They stopped walking, and Lassiter turned to stare at Shawn. “If you’re insinuating what I think you are, it’s gonna be a hard no. Not in a million years.” He quickly returned to his stride, leaving Shawn standing there.

Wow. Oh, wow. That- that actually kind of hurt. Shawn shook his head, and quickly jogged to catch up with Lassiter.

“Why-”

“Spencer,” Lassiter stopped walking again, halting Shawn’s little run. “Don’t take this the wrong way- actually, take this any way you want: I would rather reenact the civil war stark naked than go on a date with you.”

Woah. Okay, that hurt him even more. But Shawn hid this expertly under a nonchalant grin. “Now that I would pay to see.”

Lassiter gave a mocking smile. “Haha. It’s still no.”

Surprisingly, Shawn didn’t keep pressuring him. He just raised his hands in defense. “Alright.”

“Alright.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Not going to think about it-?”

“Spencer.”

“Even a little bit-?”

“If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to shoot you.”

He put his hands behind his back, walking backwards. “Okay, Lassie. Let me know when you change your mind.”

“You mean if I change my mind.”

“Sure, sure. Yeah. Whatever you say.” Shawn turned, hitching up his skirts, and ran off to where he knew the blueberry was waiting for him.

——————

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[sunghoonnsupremacy]

DESIRE.- s.jy. pt. 11

- summary; park sunghoon, the famous ice skater. what will happen when one of his best friends decide to hit up his sister? will their secret relationship cause pain in between bonds?

- warnings; sneaking around, nsfw scenes, kys/kms jokes, lying, angst (if u squint), A LOT of kissing, desperate/needy jake.

read under the cut¡! - btw ive decided to change the texts to dark mode so don't be suprised

haneul put her phone down, laughing to herself at both her best friend and her new friend. she'd already picked out the dress she'll be wearing, it wasn't anything elegant or special but it was comfortable enough and showed off all her good spots.

it's not like she wasn't thinking of jake, but they didn't have anything with strings attached so they were free to fuck around with whoever they wanted to.

their plan to hangout was scheduled at about 9 pm, haneul coming over to sunoos before they went to pick up niki.

she was already halfway done, just needing a few touch ups before heading over to sunoos. after deciding that her look was flawless, she left her apartment, drove her car over to his place and arrived in under five minutes.

haneul knocked on the door hearing little stomps, before the door opens. sunoos warm smile greets her like the sunrise.

"hi baby! " he pulls her into a warm & bone crushing hug. she pats his back, tightening her grip around his body, she pulls away, just to give him a kiss on the cheek. "hi sunny! I missed you. "

a pout forms on his face as he sees her sullen expression. "I missed you too, but hey, let's enjoy tonight, I can make up for it if you'd like" he finishes with a smirk, haneul nudging him and walking into the apartment. he closes the door and walks in right after her, "so are we heading over to nikis right now or what?"

"oh, well, we can go over there right now. I wasn't planning on doing anything more. " she nods at his response and the two of them walk over to her car.

after arriving at nikis house, the three took off to the main event of the night.

the club was loud even from the entrance, an amusing vibe booming straight into their faces. the youngest had the biggest smile on his face, allowing the other two to question his excitement.

"why are you smiling so hard? " sunoo asked with a grimace visible on his pretty face. "ive never been to a club before! "

the moment that exact sentence left his mouth, haneuls and sunoos face warped into shock. "are you serious? " sunoo asked, "this has to be illegal. " haneul follows in worry.

niki nods and breathes through his mouth, "lets head in! " he runs off into the building like a little kid when its eye catches a piece of candy or a toy.

the remaining two stare at him before turning to eachother and sighing. "cmon baby, we dont wanna lose the child. " sunoo drapes his arm over her shoulder and the two walk into the club, following after their friend.

they could barely hear their own thoughts, hence the music being obnoxiously loud paired with sweaty bodies grinding onto eachother.

I"'m gonna get us a drink! "sunoo shouts over the blasting music, haneul nods at him and goes to join niki on the dance floor. he notices her and smiles, dragging her by her hand close to him so they wouldn't get lost.

sunoo notices the two enjoying themselves and giggles. he's bought himself and haneul a shot of vodka and niki a glass of pepsi.

she notices him and shoots him a big smile, grabbing niki to help him with the drinks.

"you got me a pepsi, seriously? " niki throws him a glare and swirls his cup around.

"I'm not about to catch a case. sorry, kiddo." niki jokingly throws up a fist at him, haneul cackling at their childishness. sunoo nods over at her and she nods back at him, the two giving each other a signal to take the shot at the same time.

the bitter taste burns her throat, releasing a small groan, she finishes the shot in a second. sunoo smirks at her and walks closer to her.

she stares at him in mild confusion and parts her lips to say something, niki just stands back watching the scene unfold. "you got something on your lip" "really?" she goes to wipe it with her thumb when he suddenly stops her, brings his lips over to hers and licks the remaining vodka off her pouty lips.

the music seems to disappear, as she stares into his eyes in shock. "tastes good. " he groans, throwing his head back slightly. niki holds in a laugh, her lost gaze making him giggle.

sunoo suddenly drapes his arm over her shoulder, snapping her back to reality. "let's dance. " she nods in reply, trying to comprehend what just happened. the three of them move along to the music without a care in the world.

MEANWHILE..

"fuck this place is packed! " sunghoon complains walking into the club with his two best friends. the three of them enter like they own the place, looking all high and mighty.

"what did you expect? its a friday night, obviously it'll be full of drunks teenagers." heeseung lectures him, skipping over to the much awaited for bar.

sunghoon grimaces at him and rolls his eyes. jake laughs at his reaction and nudges him. "cmon, lets hit the dancefloor. " he nods and they hurry off into the lit up side of the club.

while dancing, jake thinks he caught a glimpse of haneul. he shakes it off, trying to excuse it as a look alike until he spots sunoo.

"oh shit. " he says, not to anybody but himself. he hurriedly runs off towards the bar and takes his phone out, immediately receiving a response.

jake turns his phone off, runs back onto the dancefloor, smacks sunghoon. "what the fuck dude? " he cusses in reply. "heeseung hyung got us drinks, lets get drunk. " he smiles in big hopes. sure his plan wasn't the best plan but at the moment, getting sunghoon drunk until he won't recognize his own sister sounded like a good idea.

the three continue shoving shots down their throat, stumbling like babies that just took their first steps.

"maan icant fuckng wakl right now" sunghoon slurs his words, holding onto the table for balance.

"i thnk im gonne fuccing piss myself" heeseung groans out from the floor, laughing at his bestfriend. jake, the most sober from the three, giggles at their state, almost forgetting about haneul.

noticing their lack of acknowledgment, he slowly backs away until they're out of his view. "okay haneul where are you. " he whispers , his brown eyes darting from person to person until he spots the girl hes been waiting for.

jake quickly runs over to her and sunoo, softly grabbing her by the waist and grinding his hard bulge into her ass.

a gasp leaves her mouth as she turns her head around to see who was behind her. when she realises its jake, she gives him a big smile. "hii jakeyy! " her words slur all together, like sunghoons. i guess the low alcohol tolerance runs in the family.

his smile slightly drops at the fact that she reeks of alcohol. he nods at sunoo, receiving a quick smile.

"come on baby let's go to my place. " she nods and places a peck on his lips. sunoo stares at them with stoic expression on his face, slightly pouting his lips.

before leaving the club, jake spots another familiar face. "niki? what the hell are you doing at a club? " he whispers shouts at the guy infront of him.

"i am not niki. goodbye. " he whispers slowly and runs away, leaving jake baffled. "weird fucking kid. "

he turns around at haneul, checking if shes alright. he shoots her a quick smile before opening the door to the club.

he scrambles his phone out of his pocket and manages to call an uber, hence them both being drunk out of their minds (ikeu a little less) .

the drive back to his place is quiet, except for the obvious lip smacking. they tried to be respectful, but they both couldn't keep their hands off eachother.

when the car arrived, jake quickly carried her bridal style up into his apartment. his cock was achingly hard to the point where it hurt.

"p-please jake fuck me already. " she sobs out, her body hitting his bed. "i will baby, i will. " he quickly unbuckles his pants, a relief coming over him when his cock springs out and hits his abs.

"please please pleasee. " she moans, her cunt dripping from arousal.

her whining is silenced when he stuffs her full. she lets out a broken moan, him grunting at the feeling of her tight velvety walls sucking him in for the very first time.

"fuck baby you feel amazing. " he moans out, twitching deep inside her. "please m-move!" she loudly whimpers out.

he stars thrusting in with deep and fast thrusts, resulting in her boobs bouncing up and down with each hit he delivers. "that feel good, yea? " he groans, pinching her nipples.

haneul loudly moans in high pitch, loving the way his tip is hitting the spots her fingers could never reach.

he slows down eventually, leaving her dumbfounded. "why did you stop?" she whines.

"need you to beg for it baby. " he slaps her tits, biting his lip.

she moans out, shuffling around. "please jakey, need you so bad, need you to cum in me. " eyes tearing up.

he groans, his cock hardening even harder. "more baby. you can do it. " he praises her while rubbing her clit agonizingly slowly.

her hips move around in desperate need of release.

"fuck, jake please, need you to fill me up. wanna feel it drip out of me. " she cries, begging him to move again. she was about to speak , when he suddenly thrust up into her.

"fuck! -" her moans turned into sobs from pleasure. skin slapping against eachother paired with loud moans and heavy breathing was all that could be heard.

they were both nearing their orgasms, moaning into eachothers ears.

"baby im close. " jake groans out loud, his thrusts turning sloppy in under a second. "me too baby-cum inside me p-please. " haneul kisses him on the lips, tasting nothing but alcohol.

"you sure? " he asks for consent, what a gentleman. she quickly nods, feeling a nearing orgasm.

he pecks her lips and fastens his thrusts one more time. the two moan loudly in unison, finishing in eachothers embrace.

"shit." he gasps, pulling out slowly. a whine leaves her throat at the emptiness.

"i feel so fucking sticky, but good." she laughs at her own state. he gives her a smirk and pats her thighs. "ill bring a towel, wait a minute baby. " he leaves and haneul takes out her phone, seeing messages from sunoo and niki.

after getting cleaned up, haneul and jake continue in a messy makeout session, before replying to unread messages.

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[munsonsreputation]

Song fic for your Februar bash

Eddie Munson and Pour some sugar on me - Def leppard

Do whatever you want with that 🖤

hey anela!! i hope you're doing well and i love this song so much!!! it totally reminds me of eddie and im sure he would love this song just as much hahaha.

I hope you like it and let me know what you think!! thank you for this sweet request 🎸💘

The cool summer air broke through Eddie’s skin, a small shiver leaving his body before the warm smoke he inhaled numbed the chill for a short while until he blew it out and passed the blunt to his left towards Steve. Jonathan on his right, talking to the boys about some new strain of weed that his friend Argyle said he would bring down in a few weeks. 

Harrington’s backyard seemed to be the new hangout spot for the three guys who seamlessly became good friends after the whole ordeal with the upside down took place a few months ago. More so, the fact that Eddie’s girlfriend, you, and Jonathan’s girlfriend, Nancy, and Steve’s best friend, Robin, also got along pretty well. 

Weekend gatherings had become a new thing ever since the three girls got closer.

Sometimes they’d all gather at Eddie’s trailer just to hang out, or head to Jonathan’s to have girl talk with Jonathan’s little sister El and his mom Joyce. But the three always preferred to crash at Harrington’s house. Raiding his parents’ alcohol cabinet and swimming in the icy outdoor pool until the three guys had to convince them to get out before catching hypothermia.

But on nights like this where the bass was booming from the inside along with the giggling voices, they knew the karaoke system in the living room was in full effect. Even the teenagers had come around to join in on the fun after Dustin had phoned in and heard all the fun happening with him. Hurrying and gathering all his friends, they were on their bikes and off to the Harrington household in minutes. 

The three guys decided to excuse themselves, desperately needing a smoke break only for it to be interrupted by the sliding door opening accompanied by two bemused voices laced with glee and the loud music ruckus from inside. 

“Guys, you have to see this!” Max screeched, as El grasped onto her arm, stifling her laugher there. 

Steve stood up, gesturing for Jonathan to put out the blunt for later. “In a bit…don’t come out here. I don’t need you getting lung cancer.” 

Max rolled her eyes. “Shouldn’t you be setting an example?” 

Eddie snickered, wedging his hands in his jean pockets as he stood up and made his way to stand next to Steve, draping an arm across his shoulders and shaking him mildly, “Yeah, Harrington, set an example would ya!” 

His laughter cut short when he could hear the familiar voice reverberating through the microphone with hoots and cheers. He furrowed his brows, peeping in through the small crack of the sliding door then back to the two young girls, “Is that?” 

“Yeah! That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you!” El explained, untying herself from Max as the two of them took Eddie by his arms and dragged him through the door. 

Jonathan and Steve following behind, wanting to see what was happening inside. 

“I’m hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet, yeah!”

Your head whirled back with your hair tossing over your shoulder, giving Nancy and Robin a wink as they whistled. The others not holding back on their laughs watching your full fledge performance happening on the living room floor. 

“Is she drunk!?” Steve proclaimed, looking back at the kitchen where wine glasses were empty along with the wine bottle. 

“Yeah! So are Nancy and Robin!” Dustin hollered, cupping his hands around his mouth so he could be heard through the loud music.

Jonathan shook his head, patting Eddie on his back, “Didn’t know she was a fan of Def Leppard.” 

Eddie was about to answer to tell him that you Def Leppard was your guilty pleasure. A song that the two of you would enjoy in the confines of his bedroom or his van, but never out in public like this, but your voice stopped him. Instantly garnering his attention to your tipsy singing and more than clumsy yet appropriate dance moves to the song. 

“Listen, red light, yellow light, green-a-light go—OH! Eddie, c’mon, it’s our favorite song!” 

You abandoned the singing altogether when you noticed your boyfriend standing a few feet away in the doorway. Flying straight towards Eddie and flinging your free arm around his neck while Nancy and Robin continued the song without you. 

Eddie smiled down at you adoringly, his chilly hands coming up to your cheeks brushing the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead back, “Having fun drunkie?” 

You pouted, making a small groaning nose as you shook your head in disagreement, “I’m not drunk!” You insisted only making him laugh, scrunching your cheeks together. 

“You are, baby…you wanna know how I know?” 

“How?” Your voice was muffled by your still squished cheeks, another infectious smile on Eddie’s face when he finally released his hands from your face and pressed a smooch on each of your cheeks. 

“Because, for one, the wine bottle Harrington told you girls not to touch is empty. Your breath smells like Moscato. Dustin told me so. Annnnnddd you’re singing Def Leppard.” 

Your eyes widened, nodding your head and lifting the mic you had forgotten about in your hands, “Oh my g-god! Yeah…Def Leppard, Pour Some Sugar! Our favorite song!” 

Obviously drunk, you was really really bad at remembering things, something Eddie was always concerned about especially when it came to parties or girls’ night out when he and the guys weren’t around. But here, when you were in his arms, he knew you were safe. The only thing that mattered to him. 

“Yep, our favorite song, babe.” He booped your nose affectionately, making your eyes close and a dopey smile seep onto your face with ease. 

He couldn’t help himself, kissing you kindly, only making you giggle. Your sweet breath laced with alcohol and the bubblegum you were chewing beforehand, whirling in his face before you pulled away alarming quick and letting out a squeal. 

The chorus of the song had come on. Your favorite part. 

You held out the mic between the two of you, eyes begging silently, “Sing with me Eds!” 

He wanted to say no. Save himself the embarrassment of breaking into a full fledge karaoke session fully sober while his friends were watching. But he could never say no to you. 

Your lips began to move and so did his, eyes twinkling in the dim living room to lean down closer to the mic, sharing this moment with you. 

“Pour some sugar on me! Ooh, in the name of love!”

Everyone joined in on the singing. The kids stood up on the couch jumping to the rock n’ roll, not caring anymore than Steve was who was inadvertently distracted by Robin, swaying the both of them around. And Nancy was hanging off of Jonathan’s side as he did his best to maneuver the camera in his hands all while in a fit of laughter at the surrounding scene. 

Eddie cackled when you closed your eyes and shimmied your shoulders towards him, prompting him to hoist you up, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as you two continued to sing. 

“Pour some sugar on me! C’mon, fire me up!”

It’s safe to say that neither you and Eddie would ever get enough of each other and especially this song that now had a new meaning and memory attached to it. The polaroid photo that Jonathan had taken of you two, now framed and sat prettily on your desk and his own as well. 

So now maybe Def Leppard was no longer a guilty pleasure. But one that you two would indulge in every weekend with you in his arm and a mic shared between the two of you. 

Oh, sugar…it’s so sweet—isn’t it?

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1 | Thoughts from the Hardening Hero

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Dear Departure

"Seriously, I can't believe this is our last night before graduation," Kirishima sighs as he walks with his hands crossed casually behind his head, one of his best friends beside him.

"I can," Sero scoffs. "We've all been waiting for this, but it feels like we just got back from winter break! I'm gonna miss UA, though," he adds a little more seriously, turning his attention to the dorm building where the two can already hear loud music booming from.

It's a bittersweet feeling, knowing that the school year is almost over. Tomorrow the graduating class of 3-A will officially be leaving the high school, and going their separate ways.

"Are you, uh, going to tell her how you feel?" Sero then asks softly, noticing how Kirishima almost instantly stiffens up at the question.

"I mean, I...I want to, yeah. I don't know, it might ruin our friendship, y'know?"

Sero gives a soft snort. "If anything, I think Y/N will be the one more upset. You know how she feels about you, and yet, you haven't said anything. Don't you think that's kinda rude?"

"Well, I, no! Of course not, I just—I'm just scared, y'know? God, this is more complicated than I could have ever imagined," Kirishima mutters as they approach the building, the music growing louder.

"Maybe this party will help clear your mind, eh?" Sero gives him a nudge in the ribs, a playful grin on his face. "Just make sure you talk to Mina. And maybe Y/N."

"Y/N, too?"

"Why not?"

Kirishima doesn't answer, not quite sure what to say. The two head inside, the bass thumping so loudly that Kirishima can feel it in his chest.

Actually, that's not true. He knows exactly what to say, he just doesn't know how to phrase it. He knows how hard Y/N's breakup was for her. He had heard all about it from both Mina and Bakugou. But if he did blurt everything out to Sero, he'd probably mention Y/N's new feelings for Todoroki which for sure would ruin Sero's night. He has, after all, tried to win her over since day one at U.A..

It's too complicated, he ends up telling himself as he allows Sero to lead him over to the kitchen where Momo has laid out only the finest of liquor for the occasion.

"You look like you could use a drink," Kaminari says with a smirk, sliding a shot of vodka across the counter towards him. "You've got this weird look on your face. Wait, you're not already drunk, are you?"

"He's not," Sero assures him, patting him on the shoulder as he passes right by. "We just came back from talking with Mr. Aizawa."

"Aizawa?" Kaminari repeats. "About what?"

"None of your business," Kirishima says with a laugh, downing his drink quickly and shuddering. "Ugh. I need to work my way up to this stuff, man. How much have you had?"

"Wait, why is it none of my business? Are you planning a surprise for me because you didn't think I'd actually graduate?" Kaminari grins a bit too widely.

"Geez, you seriously do too much," Sero shakes his head, laughing as he takes the bottle of vodka from him. "So, how are things going with you and Jirou?"

"Hey, give that back!" Kaminari calls, ignoring the question.

"Look, we only went to Mr. Aizawa to talk to him about our futures, okay? Not everything is a conspiracy against you," Kirishima laughs. "I can't wait to see where we end up. It's kind of scary, though."

"Oh, I know! I heard some of us already have jobs lined up but, shit, I've got nothing right now," Kaminari grumbles as he finally grabs the bottle back.

"Then maybe you do really need to be drunk tonight," Sero laughs.

"Oh fuck off, Sero."

Kirishima shakes his head. "I can't believe this is actually happening," he muses, mostly to himself, as he looks around the room.

"You'll be fine," Kaminari assures him, leaning on the counter and staring into the cup in his hand. "Fat Gum and Suneater love you. He's probably just waiting for the right moment to propose."

"You're such an idiot," Kirishima rolls his eyes, holding out the small shot glass and waiting for Kaminari to pour him another round. Meanwhile, Sero grabs his own and joins in.

"I'll be right back," Kaminari grins as he places the bottle back down. "I've got to use the bathroom."

"Hey, if you see Bakugou, let him know I'll be here, okay?" Kirishima calls after him.

Kaminari flashes him a thumbs-up as he disappears.

Sero leans against the counter, his lips twisted into a smirk as he glances towards the stairs. "So, you're going to talk to him first, huh?"

"You know, Kaminari may be an idiot but you're an even bigger one," Kirishima chuckles, shaking his head. "But, yeah, I'd like to talk to him before anything else. Besides, I wouldn't want him getting the wrong idea about anything."

"Mmm, smart," Sero grins as he spots someone across the room that catches his eye. Kirishima turns around to confirm his hunch about who it is, but it's too late. "I'll catch you later, bro."

"Yeah, have fun," Kirishima chuckles as his friend leaves him to walk over and disappears into the crowd.

The redhead sighs softly as he watches him go. He wonders if Sero is going to find the guts to talk to Y/N tonight. He hopes he does.

"Ah, Kirishima," a voice suddenly calls.

Kirishima glances up just in time to see Aoyama walking over gleefully. "Bonjour! You look dazzling tonight."

"Really?" Kirishima chuckles. "Cause that's honestly not how I'm feeling."

"Oh, but mon cher, you are always shining bright! It is what we admire about you," Aoyama insists with a grin.

"Thanks, but I think you're giving me a bit too much credit," Kirishima smiles sheepishly. Suddenly, he doesn't feel all that well. He's only taken two shots so it most likely isn't the alcohol, but his stomach is telling him otherwise.

"Hey, uh," Kirishima mutters as he slaps his hand over his mouth. "Think you could clear a path to the bathroom?"

Aoyama nods, looking a bit concerned. "But of course!"

And as he pushes his way through the crowd, Kirishima can't help but feel relieved. His stomach churns as he makes his way to the stairs, feeling dizzy as he practically runs down the hallway.

As soon as he opens the door and sees the toilet, he falls to his knees, gripping the sides of the bowl. His body shivers as thoughts begin to overwhelm him. Why is everything so messy? Kirishima of all people shouldn't be the one struggling to decide what he wants.

His whole life, he's made it a goal to stay true to his convictions. So why can't he bring himself to confess? He knows who he has strong feelings for. He's had these feelings for years, and they never faded away.

Maybe that's why he's so hesitant. He doesn't want to hurt the others involved.

Bakugou.

Mina.

Y/N.

Sero.

By making one of them potentially happy, he'll have to crush the others' feelings.

But, he figures, he can't just keep it a secret forever. He's already waited until the literal last night.

Kirishima stands back up, taking a deep breath before walking back to the sink to wash his hands. This is a stupid game he's been playing, and he knows it. He's the only one left to blame.

Dear Departure

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[daddyhausen]

• candy cane kisses — hangman adam page •

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a/n : was gonna save this one for christmas but fuck it ya’ll getting your gifts early this year

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{ summary } — although you were not officially invited to dark order’s christmas party, hangman decide to give you a gift anyway

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{ warnings } — mild mention of drinking

{ word count } — 1.2k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page

{ genre } — fluff

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despite being surrounded by his friends, his brothers in arms, the sound of christmas music blaring throughout the halls. the lair decorated in a plethora of reds and greens, the scent of cinnamon and clover filled his lungs, a sort of calming presence from his inner turmoil. john silver chugging down eggnog beside the christmas tree, despite previously stating he did not like the taste, all the while uno and ten watched on in amusement. alex merely sat beside adam with a small chuckle.

adam peered down into his cup, nursing the amber liquid that filled it a quarter of the way, simply swirling it around. sure he was enjoying himself but something was off and he could not put his finger on it. for starters, dark order was merely a shell of their former selves with alan leaving, anna’s betrayal, colt seemingly disappearing, and only god knows where stu had ended up. 

“why the long face, cowboy?” alex nudged adam with his elbow, a questioning scowl across his lips. adam’s trance seemed to be broken for a moment, responding with a small “huh?”

“ahh, it’s nothin’” adam remarked with a faux grin, taking another swig of his whiskey, the amber liquid meeting his tongue, burning the back of his throat. there was something indeed bugging him, although he was not exactly sure if he were to voice his opinion and bring a sour note to the party.

“don’t play dumb with me man” alex prompted the cowboy.  alex mentioned his head to the haphazardly wrapped gift that rested beside adam thigh, knowing exactly who it was for. 

“i know you’re thinking about her…why else would you get her a gift?”

“i don’t know…and what does it matter…she’s never gonna wanna date someone like me” adam sighed, feeling rather disheartened “i’m far too broken for her to fix…and i wouldn’t wanna put the burden on her”

adam was too caught up in his own feelings to notice evil uno drunkenly stumbling over to greet the two of them

“what are you on about hangman?!” the masked canadian clearly intoxicated as squeezed in between alex and the cowboy.

“you’re a beefcake! a fucking stud! let me tell you! if i was y/n i wouldn't hesitate to date you!” he slurred over his words, so much so that ten had to retrieve his masked friend before he threw up over the cowboy’s new boots

adam, clearly flattered by his friend's sudden confession, chuckled wholeheartedly for what seemed like the first time in a while, or at least when he was not in conversation with you. he downed the rest of his drink with a heavy sigh. alex simply patting adam’s shoulder in reassurance

“c’mon man, i can see it’s eating away at you. you gotta tell her-“

“gotta tell who what?” adam’s voice shot up at the feminine voice. identifying you as you stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk across your lips, eyes staring softly into adam’s, an act which made the cowboy’s cheeks bash fully heat up.

“y/n!” john, uno and ten all shouted in unison, dragging you into the lair

“no time like the present, man” alex reminded the cowboy before going off to join the others. adam sighed heavily with jagged breaths, his hands shaking as he reached down for the gift. the poor cowboy was practically at his wits end. 

he sat there for a moment, simply admiring the way you interacted with his friends. well, technically they were your friends as well but i digress. the way john had placed a pair of reindeer antlers atop your head, and how uno had practically wrapped you up in tinsel. a small chuckled left adam’s lips at the sight. 

he was met with the piercing eyes of alex, almost pressuring him to get on with his confession, much to the cowboy’s dismay. 

adam stood up, heart racing, feeling as if it were to explode through his ribcage. no matter how much he tired to keep his nerves in check it would prove far too much to him as he met your gaze for a mere second. he was face to face with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes upon and it was taring him up inside.

the commotion from the rest of dark order settled when they realised the current predicament, slowly taking a step back to let the cowboy take the proverbial reins of the situation, retreating to the corner of the lair to watch the scene unfold. 

“uh…hi” he muttered awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck, a hint of embarrassment peaked in a peachy hue across his cheeks as he stared down at the floor.

“hi…” you remarked tenderly. god your voice sounded like angels to him. 

“i uh…i got you this” he handed you the present rather hesitantly, earning a small smile from alex on the sidelines.

you eyed the hastily wrapped gift for a moment, the frayed bits of wrapping paper and ribbon only added to its charm. you accepted it, slowly beginning to unwrap it. adam’s pulse began to race even more than it previously had been. a thick gulp rose in his throat, his palms became clammy, constantly fidgeting with the frayed bits of denim of his jacket. 

“you told me that you wanted new designs for your gear so…i made this for you” the  awes from the dark order made him relax for a moment as you revealed your gift.

he had hand designed and crafted a new set of gear for you. cowboy themed of course! it was his speciality, naturally. a mix of warm beiges and browns, acid washed denim and silver rhinestones across the back pockets. you adored it, smiling lovingly down upon his gift and what a thoughtful gift it was, it meant so much more coming from him.

“adam…thank you so much. i love it” you smiled through teary eyes, incredibly thankful for your gift. you wrapped your arms around him, embracing his warmth for a lovely second or two. 

“now i feel horrible that i didn’t get you anything-”

“no, don’t be. seeing your reaction was worth more than any gift” he tenderly smoothed circles into your back, revelling in the embrace, peering up to notice mistletoe hanging above the two of you, pulling away to see john silver standing on a step ladder, holding the mistletoe above the two of you, the rest of the dark order chanting with a chorus of “kiss kiss kiss!”

you peered back to adam, who’s irises were blown with adoration. a gulp thickly rose in your throat, staring deep into fields of cornflower blue. the chanting grew faint as he drew near, closing the already small gap between the two of you. as cliché as it sounds, the moment your lips met it felt as if fireworks had erupted in your soul, the beating of your hearts seemed to be in sync, almost as if the world around you two seemed to disappear for a few seconds 

you pulled back for a second to hear the overjoyed cheering of the dark order, a drunken john silver and evil uno especially, the two practically on the floor in tears of joy. you surely hoped john did not fall off the step ladder in his excitement

“so …it looks like you got me a gift after all” adam smirked playfully, relishing in the closeness of your bodies for a moment as you playfully hit his chest with a giggle

“shut up and kiss me again, cowboy”

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Arvin Russell (1/5)

Word count ; 4.0k

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*Dedicated to @lovehoneypotto.

I grinned expectantly as I threw open the church doors with two jars tucked under my arm. All attention landed on me as I interrupted the congregation - including the glowering eyes of my mother. The priest, who was new, young, and recently graduated from… Bible college, halted his preach. My mother publicly apologized, rising to her feet, but it was too late.

I opened the jars and released the hoard of butterflies and mother into the church. Some elderly women let out screeches, the young children rose from their seat and began chasing them joyously, and some adults just laughed. The members were generally used to my harmless antics; I presumed that some old timers were so used to it that it wasn’t a normal Sunday without a prank of some sort.

A laugh bubbled in my throat as a lovely Easter Tiger Swallowtail, with its black on yellow stripes, landed on my lower arm. I raised it to me. My mother was still attempting to reach me amidst the chaos. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a handsome church boy staring at me.

“Friends,” the priest suddenly boomed, "this young child has given us a gift from the Lord. The Lord gave us nature, and this young, brilliant child has brought one of nature’s gifts to the Lord’s doorstep. Calm yourselves, and let us pray!”

I met the priest’s eyes. How surprising. The old priest always lost his temper and berated me. Embarrassed me. However… the priest would learn. It was his first time around. He was just trying to cover up for his embarrassment. 

I finally stirred so that I could set the jars on an empty bench. The butterfly departed, joining the rest of the flock. A small child came up and grabbed my skirt. I smiled and patted his head.

“Y/n, Y/n! How did you catch them?”

I crouched down to his height amidst the depleting chaos. “Well, you just sit really, rally still around flowers and they land on you. Then you put them in the jar.”

“Can you give me one —"

His mother suddenly yanked him back. “Young lady! Is it not enough for you to disrupt the congregation every Sunday? How dare you speak to my son —“

I was suddenly grabbed by the collar of my shirt. I let out a yelp of pain, coming face to face with my mother. Her face was beet red. “You told me you got a job. You told me that, for once, you were making yourself useful! How f - how dare you disrupt the Lord’s house! Ten - no, twenty lashes are in store!”

The priest pushed his way through the crowd. “Friend," he spoke smoothly. “Are the butterflies not beautiful?”

Tears stung the creases of my eyes. But I didn’t want to let her see me cry. My mother suddenly collapsed on her hands and knees She clasped her hands together and began praying furiously. “Dear Lord, please forgive my heinous child. She knows not what she’s done. Please, hear my prayers, and release her from the devil that holds her captive —“

The priest crouched down as well, praying. I could barely hear him over my crying mother. I took a few steps away. “My Lord, thank you for sending this child with gifts from heaven. Please, bless her and her mother with all of earth’s riches —“

I began to sneer. I couldn’t take it anymore. These snide assholes and their god would not listen, and I had no devil within me. I grabbed my jars and was about to make my exit. I peered over my shoulder one last time.

That handsome church boy was still looking at me.

I sent him a smirk.

~~~

“It… it’s you.”

I raised my head from my spot in the parking lot. I was surprised, when, instead of those ruthless bullies, it was the handsome church boy. He looked nervous. He was wearing his crush on his sleeves.

I took in his figure. He had large arms and callous hands, indicating that he was a working man. His face was pleasant to look at. It was full of youth and demure, with prominent dimples and curly brown hair. He had brilliant blue eyes and his Southern accent was thick.

“Why, hello there, handsome,” I giggled. “Finally worked up the courage to talk to me, huh? I’ve seen you around. We have history together, you know.” 

His cheeks reddened and his foot shuffled, digging into the plot of grass. I was leaning against the lamp post while sitting in the thin strip of grass that separated the parking lot and the front of the school. “I… I noticed. A while ago, actually.”

I sent him a grin and patted the grass in front of him for him to sit. “Spare me a moment of your time, handsome. You must have some if you’re talkin’ to little ol’ me. Does that face of your’s have a name?”

I loved the affect I had on him. Many a time I’ve had confused, shy schoolboys who convinced themselves a girl like me was either worth fixing or worth pursuing. But… this one was worth my time. He was handsome,, after all. I’d certainly noticed him before and how he stared at me in class.

“I’m Arvin. Arvin Russell. Your ma and my grandma and sister go to church together,” he introduced, jutting his hand out.

I took it slyly, firmly shaking. “Pleasure to meet ya, Arvin Russell. You’re funny. Don’t you also go to church with your grandma and sister?”

His cheeks flushed further. “Well, uh, I mean, yes, ma’am. But I don’t really want to. Especially with that new priest. I’m not a god-worshipping man, and attending church is a god-worshipping activity,” he explained.

My eyebrows raised. “Well ain’t that something special. I ain’t ever met a man who isn’t god-worshipping or god-fearin’. You’re something special, Arvin Russell. Something special indeed.”

An impish smile stretched across his face. “I take it you’re not much of a godly woman yourself.”

“Can you tell?” I laughed. “Well… Ain’t that your sister coming out of the front? I’ve noticed that you drive her home every day.”

He perked up and peered over his shoulder. He stumbled to his feet, and I mimicked his movements, grabbing his upper arm. The plush cotton shirt was soft under my skin and his aged overalls suited him well. He turned back to me, staring at my hand.

“I didn’t realize you… noticed me,” he stuttered. “I really have to go now. There’s some nasty men out there that go around hurting my baby sister —“

“I know, I know. But before ya go… Are ya busy tonight?”

He gave me a peculiar stare. “Well - no, most people wouldn’t be.”

“Great!” I interrupted. “That means you can join me tonight. Meet me in the forest tonight. I’ll show you how to really live life to the fullest, Arvin Russell. You’re something special.”

“Where?”

“You go to the church. Go through the grave yard to your immediate left. Once you come across my pa’s grave, F/n L/n, go right into the forest there. Got it?”

“Y - yes, ma’am.”

“You’re a polite boy, Arvin Russell. Now, go take care of your baby sister.” He began pulling away, but as he did so, I grabbed his jaw and turned his head, placing a kiss on his soft cheek. He was absolutely stunned, and I swore that I’ve never made a man redder in my life. 

I pulled away, sending him one last grin. I crossed my arm ad sent him a flirtatious wave. His jaw dropped and he nodded and waved, but he took off like the wind. My gaze followed him as he went to a red car. His sister, who had apparently seen the scene, was giggling and teasing the boy viciously. 

I had never seen a man drive off faster than he did.

When he’d left, my excitement died. I returned to my sitting position. And I continued to wait for my mother. She always put off picking me up because she hated me. She’d never said it to my face, but… it was clear. She said that ‘it slipped her mind.’ But I knew better.

So, I waited.

~~~

I skidded down the base of the tree and hopped onto the ground. The grass and shrubbery crunched under my bare feet. My shoes had been abandoned by my father’s grave, where I kept my belongings while I went wild. It was habit.

In the distance, I recognized Arvin’s red car’s headlights pulling up to the church. The car stopped and the man stepped out. As soon as the headlights went out, a small speck turned on. Arvin had clearly brought a flashlight with him. Silly boy.

His pace was quick as he dashed across the graveyard. He was quite clumsy, tripping over plots of land on occasion. The flashlight jostled in his grasp as he approached.

Suddenly, the flashlight was on me. His pace slowed. There had been a previous panic to his movements, as though he expected me to make a fool out of him by not showing up at all. I shielded my eyes from the light boring onto me. He stopped in front of me, finally realizing to pull the flashlight away.

“Hello there,” I silkily greeted, sending him a reassuring smile.

I was wearing loose clothes; a skirt with no leggings underneath - my mother would have a hissy fit if she found out -, men’s boots which I had stolen from the previous priest, and my father’s old suit shirt, which was dirty and thin from usage. I crossed my arms and leaned toward him as he stumbled over his own greeting.

“Hello there, ma’am.”

“As cute as you are, Arvin Russell, it’s Y/n L/n to you. We’re friends, aren’t we? No need for such politeness,” I giggled.

“Yes, m - Y/n.” He shifted his weight. “So what are we doing here?”

I snatched the flashlight from him and turned it off, letting us use only the moonlight as our guide. “I’m goin’ to show you how to really live,” I started. “All you folk who stay inside all day unless you’re working… you aren’t really appreciating nature like you should. I’m going to show you what it’s like to live without societal pressures.” My fingers ghosted over his wrist. “No rules.” I grabbed his wrist. “You’re completely free, boy.”

Even in the darkness, I could tell he was blushing from how he tensed under my hold. I dropped the flashlight by the base of the tree. “Wait, we can’t see —“

“Yes we can,” I insisted. “The moon and her stars are out.”

Before he could reply, I took off, pulling him with me. I maneuvered around dense trees. He let out a shout of shock. I recognized his reluctance and let go. But I still ran. I ran like the wind.

“Hey, wait!” he called after me. 

I finally heard his footsteps thudding to follow. I let out a laugh as I weaved around another oak. I knew the woods like the back of my hand. I knew where I was going, and Arvin Russell knew I was going somewhere.

I heard him laugh, too, as he panted to keep up. The forest was silent and asleep except for out footsteps as the forest expanded. I knew where I was going. And I couldn’t wait to show Arvin.

His footsteps were right behind me, and I heard him gasp out a plea to slow down. His fingers wrapped around my arm. I laughed and suddenly swerved to him, recognizing the puddle of mud beneath us. His chest collided with me and I burst into giggles as we tumbled to the grassy terrain. 

I let out an ‘oof’ as his weight rested against me. He immediately scrambled to remove himself from me. He was still panicked, and I couldn’t have that. Instead, I pushed his right arm and pushed him to the muddy ground. Mud splashed on his overall person and me as I straddled him. I grabbed his shoulders and leaned over him.

For a moment, I wondered if I was making a mistake by inviting him. But when the moonlight illuminated his exhausted features and I saw that twinkle in his eyes, I knew I did not. 

He burst out into laughter, playfully pushing at my arm. “You’re batshit crazy, woman! Why, I’ve never met someone like you and I never well! Why, hell…”

I leaned closer to his face. His eyes crinkled out of joy and he turned his head, spitting out some mud-filled saliva. A smile graced his handsome features and I pressed a bold kiss to his forehead. “Damn right you won’t ever meet another person like me. I’m as real as they get, Arvin Russell. You should feel honored that you’re here, covered head to toe in mother nature’s shit.”

He snickered. All of his demureness had washed away. His hand reached up and he slipped a strand of hair behind my ear. I hummed and leaned into his hair. When he pulled away, I did the same, combing his soft brown locks out of his face.

“Nature’s shit,” he repeated. “Never gonna see mud the same again.”

“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. After tonight, tomorrow… After you’ve met me, you ain’t her gonna see the world the same again. You got it, Arvin Russell?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he hummed. “And I hope I never do.”

I swooped my head closer. A silence fell over us and all that indicated we were even here was our labored pants. I noticed his gaze sweeping across my face and he was staring at my lips with a hunger. As tempting as it was to kiss the handsome boy, he had to earn his keep once and for all. He had to earn his worth.

I suddenly pulled away and rolled off him. Arvin propped himself up on his elbows. “Where are we, anyways?” he inquired as I offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. He dusted off the larger mud clots on his pants off, and they splattered on the ground.

I tilted my head. “Wouldn’t you like to know, handsome? I’ll have you know, I know these woods like the back of my hand. So don’t you worry for even a second that I don’t know the path.” I pursed my lips, observing both of our filthy attire. “Now, we’re covered head to toe in mother nature’s shit, and I intend to do something about it. Come along, Arvin Russell. We’ll get cleaned up right away.”

I grabbed his wrist and began pulling him along. He laughed again, much more at ease. He tugged at his arm so that my hand fell into his. He interweaved our fingers, squeezing tightly. “Do ya live around here?”

“No. We’re solving this issue the old-fashioned way. Or, at least, my way,” I answered, rubbing my thumb over his callous hand.

We held hands, walking side by side. Ahead was a clearing that led to the river. The rushing water sang. It was oh-so very tempting. I pulled him into the clearing and down to the dirt edge. He suddenly pulled his hand away. “Wait, isn’t it freezing?”

“What, are ya scared, Arvin Russell?” I said, turning to face him as I backed into the rushing water.

“Well, no —“

“Then get the hell in here, ya pussy!” I exclaimed cheerfully as I stepped ankle-deep into the water. Out of habit, I felt the world floating above me and I fell back. I splashed, the world enveloping me completely. I let the water hug my entire body, only my fingers and toes above water. I closed my arms and smiled as the mud drifted from my clothes. 

Although it was muffled, I heard more splashes as Arvin entered the river as well. My body began drifting and I finally started floating down the stream. I finally emerged, floating on my back as I tried to plant my feet on the ground. I let out a gasp as my foot slipped, but Arvin grabbed my arm, pulling me to his chest.

I planted my arms around his waist and met his panicked, nervous expression. He still had yet to submerge his upper chest and face, so as we gazed into one another’s eyes, a mischievous idea crossed my mind. His eyes widened at my smirk, as though he immediately detected that I was thinking something.

“Why are ya looking at me like that, Y/n?”

I stroked his cheek. “Well… You may be no god-worshipper, but you still show up, don’t ya? I’m thinking. You’ve been baptized in the name of god. But I think, to truly initiate you into this one-person club of mine, I need to baptize you in the name of yourself. Of nature. Of the flow energy around us,” I remarked in anticipation.

His cheeks reddened. “Are you serious?”

“Never been more so.”

I pushed at his chest and stepped away. I replaced my hand on the small this back, holding him at a side-angle. He didn’t think anything of it, succumbing to my madness. His knees buckled enough so that only his head was above water.

“In the name of me and you and mother nature’s holy ghost, I bless you with a lifetime of freedom and joy and beauty. A lifetime where you flourish in a way that nobody else ever will. You, Arvin Russell, will blossom into a beautiful person with this gift. I bestow upon you the holy ghost of free spirit,” I improved loudly.

I paused for a moment before starting to pull his head and upper chest underwater. His eyes were closed. I held him there for a minute, admiring his handsomeness. His spirit. And then I pulled him up again.

His strong hand grabbed my arm and used my body to stand upright once more. That sparkle in his eyes had never been so prominent. We were chest to chest, the water rushing past our bodies. I held onto his shirt, as the pull was strong. But, in this moment, I knew. 

“Arvin Russell, you’re something special. Something special indeed.”

He seemed bewitched. Enchanted. Our faces grew closer. And this time, I let the kiss happen. I led him into the kiss. He was sloppy and inexperienced; just how I liked it. He was so naive. So sweet. So innocent. And yet, there was that fire in him that I’ve been searching for my whole life.

Arvin Russell, you fascinated me.

I suddenly lost my footing. My body submerged in the water, and I pulled Arvin down with me. Water swarmed into my lungs, but I paid it no heed. The water began to pull our bodies down the stream. Both of us were completely submerged, but our eye contact remained.

He was panicked. Scared. But, as I gazed into his eyes, it all seemed to vanish. He was letting me lead him without question.

Our bodies washed up on the shore. Both of our bodies immediate reaction was to throw up the water. However, we both broke out into a fit of laughter. Him, laying on top of me, and me, breathless from his beauty. When we finally caught our breath, I broke my attention away from him, observing our surroundings.

We had washed upon shore. However, the river raged even louder; we were almost at the waterfall. The moon was our lamppost and our surroundings were oh-so clear. We were already soaked to the bone, so of course a certain something came to mind.

Arvin stumbled to his feet and helped me up. The smooth, light stones crunched under my bare feet. It felt like marbles massaging my toes. Arvin held my hand. There wasn’t an ounce of fear or regret in his eyes. He didn’t have to tell me. I already knew he was living.

“Where next?” he gasped, spitting out some more water.

I didn’t reply, pulling him along the shore bank. The roaring grew louder until we came face to face with waves crashing off a cliff. The terrain was jagged and rocky, having a natural wall built, only letting the water through. His eyes widened, as though connecting the dots.

I looked at him expectantly. “Care to voice your concerns?”

Surprisingly, he shook his head. “I trust you. You’re crazy, but god… you’re a genius.”

My heart skipped a beat and butterflies swarmed in my stomach. Not wanting to allow my thoughts to get all muddled, I jumped into the ravine. My feet wee planted against the dirt and rock floor. My legs were strong. Many a day I had jumped from the waterfall and plunged into nature’s tears below. 

Arvin stood beside me. He grabbed my hand. He was nervous, but he trusted me. We stared over the edge, the water glimmering and reflecting the sky above. It was still, unmoving. The small lake below called to us like a mother to her newborn baby.

“One,” I counted, "two… three!”

Our feet lifted off the edge. The wind rebelled and fought against us, a fiery cushion against our faces. For a moment, the adrenaline left me paralyzed. But as I gained control of my body, I tightened my grip of Arvin’s hand and I pulled my knees to my chest. Arvin let out a terrified, guttural holler. A tribal escaped from my throat as well as the water grew nearer.

As we were about to collide, we shut our mouths and buried our heads in our chest. The water hurt for but a moment, but it was quickly soothed as our bodies sunk into the water. Our fingers almost drifted apart, but Arvin’s arm shot out and grabbed my wrist.

I let my legs disconnect from my stomach and I opened my eyes. The water was murky and dark. I began kicking my feet, and the moment my head emerged from the water, I pulled Arvin up with me. His head emerged and he panted heavily, the fear slowly escaping his expression. My heart thudded, pounded, in my chest. I swore that, if I didn’t have a rib cage, it would’ve jumped from my chest.

I rotated my body so that I could float on my back. Arvin mirrored my movements, floating beside me effortlessly. Peace and comfort washed over me as I stared at the star-lit sky. The waterfall echoed around us, waves crashing over the cliff. The moon twinkled in the sky, as though it was congratulating us on our bravery.

“That was…” he trailed off, kicking his foot.

“Yes, it was,” I finished. “But it’s only just begun, Arvin Russell. The first day of the rest of your life starts now.”

“If it’s with you, I can’t wait.”

Silence fell over us. Unanimously, we mustered the strength to swim to shore. When we walked out, the weight of the water dripping from my bodice weighed me down. I felt no anxiety as I unbuttoned my soaked shirt and let my skirt fall to the ground. At the same time, Arvin kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

It was tense, but in a good way. We plopped on the rocky ground and held hands. His hands were soft with wrinkles. I leaned my head on his firm shoulder. I often spent my days and nights like this; but never with someone else. Never with him. And that made all the difference.

We fell back on the grass.

“Do you… have places to be tomorrow?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Never. This, here, with you, is my home.”

“Then… can we stay here the rest of the night?”

“Of course, Arvin Russell. ‘Was already planning on it, boy.”

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[chanscorner]

Dancing Queen

“Y/N, watch your step.”

You heard a booming voice pierce through the so-called soundproof practice room and fell through your turn and onto the floor. You then hear a high-pitched giggle and the sound of multiple pairs of feet walking past you.

Leaning your elbows on your knees, you bring your face into your hands and sigh.

Every.

Time.

Bang Chan walks through the corridors of the practice studios like he owns the place. Leading his group member past every room door and messing with anyone he pleases. As dramatic as it sounds it was true. He’d trained the longest out of the two younger classes that utilized the practice rooms. Everyone stopped in their tracks to bow at him, ask him for advice or even stop mid-practice to say hello and watch him walk by. And he’d walk past all of them with a wide-eyed grin and nod in their direction. Sending internal shockwaves around the building.

That they part that made your boil. That tooth-shreading grin. It made your jaw clench even tighter. Everything about Bang Chan made your furious. That unabashed confidence. Nothing made you angrier than hearing the grit in the accent as he leisurely made his way through the halls practically screaming every word he said. But what made everything worse was that he, for some reason, has made you his new target.

You’d only been practicing in this studio for a few months. You and your mom and sister moved into the city in June to not only give you time to adjust from the U.S. time difference, but to also prepare to start the school year, and your dance schedules with the rest of your classmates. This was in an effort to make you less of an outcast right away, but it did the exact opposite.

Each teacher, dance instructor or leader made it explicitly clear that you were new, with announcements that had you standing in fear at the front of the room with your hands melted into the sides of your uniform pants as they spoke. Every moment of it made you feel like bugs were taking a stroll up your forearms.

Chan was in one of your classes, and the second you looked up into the room and saw the smirk he was giving you… you knew it was sealed. You had seen that less-than-friendly look from your only “friends” at your last school, and you did not want to become someone’s new play thing. You did the bare minimum that day and said your name, home country and favorite subject. Your introduction was met with an upturned Australian accent.

“Well Y/N, aren’t we just honored to have you with us.”

You looked at him again and saw him drop a wink before his blonde, long-haired friend behind him patted his shoulder and the four boys surrounding him laughed. You’ve never wished that a black hole would appear at your feet until that moment. You would love nothing more than to slip into the abyss. Instead, you nodded in his direction and walked back to your desk with your head down, sitting in your chair with your head down until you heard your teacher’s voice pick up again.

Ever since that day, Chan has noticed you far more often than you’d like. Constantly sing-saying your name throughout passing periods, grabbing onto the top of your backpack and lifting you backward to force you to walk with him on some days. He’d never say much except for some snide comment about how you had the highest math score “again” or how he had seen you dancing the night before.

“The routine looks… interesting,” Chan said one afternoon.

You looked over at him to see his dimple popped and immediately rolled your eyes. It was the way everything he said seemed like he laying on some kind of slick joke you weren’t aware of. His intonation rose and fell as if he were to always continue the sentence, but he never did. Just looked at you wide-eyed. You’d give him a short side glance, but you weren’t going to give into this Tom and Jerry routine. So you’d speed up your pace and press forward to lunch without giving him another word.

The dance studio was a whole other debacle. At school, Chan was popular, but he was one out of a sea of popular kids in your grade. He would almost blend in, if he didn’t make it his life’s duty to remind you that he was alive, and he as going to make it your problem. But at the studio, he was king.

He had practiced the longest. Trained the hardest outside of lessons and had built his street cred up to such a high level that almost every younger person in the gym idolized him. However, you saw right through it. The lip bite, that slanted glace he gave every girl at the gym… you knew what he was doing. And lucky for you he didn’t try that act with you very often. However, that meant that it was just more of what you experienced in the afternoons in and out of class.

Just your name being echoed through the hallways and full pauses in front of your studio door as you danced. He’d lean against the door frame and yell out technique tips you never asked for. Telling you to lean more onto your toe or straighten your chest. Most of the time you’d drop your pose, turn toward him and frown. After a few moments of silence, he’d break eye contact and push off the doorframe.

“Just trying to help, Ice Princess.”

You didn’t want to be known as cold, but it was your best way of fighting back without extending much energy. As he leaves the room, you’d raise to your feet again and get lost in the music playing lightly being you.

Today, Chan was in a particular mood. He walked through the hall quietly. It actually wasn’t until you finished your last turn and fell to a pause as the music faded that you looked up and saw him watching you. Your breath caught in your throat as you swung your eyes back into the studio. The footsteps fell onto the freshly polished floors, creaking toward you as you wiped your brow with your towel.

“A pink towel? Seems out of character for the queen of the underground.”

You couldn’t help but pipe in. You usually let it slide, but today was different. You had weeks of Chan giving you random nicknames that all seemed to focus a cloud shading you view on life. He didn’t know you at all. He didn’t see you giggling with your friends after school about a new EXO music video release. He didn’t see you cutting sandwiches with your grandma, grinning as she told you old stories before leaving for a picnic. He didn’t see the way you giggled as you swung your brother around in the air as you both jumped on the trampoline.

He didn’t know you.

“Please, spare me the familiarity Chan.”

He faked a gasp. You looked up to see him holding a hand in front of his face. The smirk hid behind the corners of his palms, but you could still see the curl of his lips peer from between his fingers.

“We’re not friends, Chan. Stop acting like you know me.”

He scoffs and you head the footsteps pick up again. You finally give in, throwing your towel around your neck before looking up. He was close to you. Close enough for you to see that new nose piercing he’d put in shining off the mirror in front over you both. Your jaw fell heavy onto the left side of your face as you rose an eyebrow.

“Can you bully me some other time? We have a competition this weekend and I really need to work.”

“You’ve been here since 2 p.m.”

“How do you know that?” You said with eyes bludging

“Because I have been too.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. You tried to move through the studio rather quietly. You never even really assumed many people came here directly after school since practice formally started at four. But you recalled seeing him walk in several times while you were already practicing. Did he just choose today to come in early? Why was he here this early.

“Do you all have a big event this weekend too?”

“No.”

You waited for him to elaborate, but of course he gave you nothing. You were starting to get antsy now. Between having a full-blown conversation with you least favorite human and the extra energy from all of the sugar you ate before heading into the studio, you were ready to go back into your full routine with him just standing there. You bounced from foot to foot for a moment before walking back up toward you cd player restart your track.

Your walk was halted by a sturdy hand grabbing your upper arm. The warmth from the quick contact sent an a vibration to your throat. Everything felt try. You needed your water bottle.

“You know, follow up questions are always nice.”

You don’t say anything.

“Well, the reason I’m here early is because I was told that some of our students were coming in earlier and earlier these days….”

Your throat was tightening again. Why was he doing this? The director was almost always at the studio, she never had to ask to be let in. What does he mean that “all of a sudden people started showing up?” You cocked your head to the side and squinted at him, hands landing on your waistline.

“I’ve always come in at this time.”

“I know.”

Another beat of silence. This time the quiet is broken by a short laugh. Chan’s arm comes up to his neck slightly rubbing at the skin. Your eyebrow pinched. So, he knew you always came to the studio early… so he lied? You clenched your teeth a bit tighter before speaking up again.

“So, the what’s the problem?”

He rolled his eyes, letting out a soft scoff.

“The instructor that is here in the afternoon has a conflict now, so she wouldn’t be here at this time anymore,” He paused, pursing his lips as if he was waiting on something. When you didn’t interrupt, he continued. “But she knew you always come in early, and she didn’t want to take the extra practice time from you.”

“Okay, what does that have to do with you?”

He took a few more steps forward. You left your hands at your sides as if the were super glued to your hips. As your eyes made contact with his again, that bright smile returned. He stuck his hands in his pockets.

“So I offered my time.”

Your teeth glided across your bottom lip. Why would he do that? Why would he want to be here earlier? And you could have sworn you still saw walk through the doorframe before practice everyday. Did he ditch every afternoon? Your left eyebrow rose as you held steady eye contact with his deep, dark eyes for once.

“I see you come in everyday around 4 p.m.”

“Oh so you notice me then?”

“You make yourself know, Bang.”

You pressed your lips together, grabbing the towel at your neck and bringing to down to hit his arm lightly. He captures the fabric in his hand, tugging it until you let go in defeat. You watch as he wraps it around his own neck before finishing his thought.

“If you must know… I only stay for an hour so that Ms. Clementine can go to her tutoring appointment at the college and the next shift lead shows up.”

You nod your head slowly. It’s nice that he offers his time like that. It seems so out of character for someone who seems to put himself center at any other occasion. You let your hands relax at your sides, straightening your shoulders. You open your mouth to utter a short thanks, but Chan beats you to the next sentence.

“Plus I enjoy watching you dance.”

His words send your pulse thumping for all the wrong reasons. You beg your palms to relax as you feel the sweat begin to seep in. You throw on a half smile and choose your words carefully. You let your hands fumble with your leotard to keep your mind off of their panic.

“A weird way of saying you like to critique me or cause me to stumble.”

Chan laughs again. This time it ripples for awhile. You frown. What is so funny about constantly being demeaned in front of your fellow dancers.

“Yeah, hilarious.”

Chan’s laugh stops abruptly. His smile falters a bit to a subtle grin as you watches your eyes, shifting back and forth with your fleeting glance. You feel the side of your neck throb with nerves as his lips part to speak again.

“I’m not making fun of you, Y/N. I’m just trying to capture your attention.”

You halt your movements and ball your fists. Both of your eyebrows raise now as you watch his lip curl into his top teeth. He take another step. He is now severely in your personal space. It’s almost making your balance feel stilted. You lean to the left to bring balance back to your center.

“You’re less likely to fully ignore me in front of people.”

You sigh loudly “What do you want?”

His eyebrows lean toward the middle of his face. Teeth letting his lips fall agape again as he zeroes in on your eyes.

“I don’t want anything, I just want to talk to you.”

That makes you laugh “I am not a doll for you to play with, toy around with like as you belittle me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then I’ll repeat myself,” You say with confidence, leaning forward a bit to narrow in on his features. “What do you want?”

His cheeks seem to blossom a bit of pink color as he looks at you from this short distance. You weren’t going to give in that easily.  You waited as the boy seemed to collect his thoughts. Finally, he clears his throat and moves even closer.

“You,” he says with ease.

Before you even have a moment to ask him to elaborate, he closes the rest of the distance between the two of you.

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

***!!!Not Canon Compliant!!!***

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The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

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Chapter 20: Rhaegar

The Heir of Runestone rode leisurely through the gates of his keep. Looking over his shoulder dutifully, to make sure his new princeling ward successfully brings his mount to halt.

He must say, the Prince Lucerys is a fast learner. Letting himself trust his instincts, and paying attention to the bay horse’s mood, and adjusting to make the horse more at ease when spooked.

The ride from Rune Port to the keep wasn’t too long, about two hours.

Lucerys, the knight noted wasn’t his usual chatty self. The boy had a knack to talk a mile a minute, talking people’s ears off about any and everything. However now as they dismount Rhaegar can’t help but think Lucerys was frighten shitlesss at the prospect of squiring along side Aemond Targaryen.

The boy Lucerys had mutilated for the rest of his days. His uncle no less.

Hell if Rhaegar was in his shoes he’d be scared as well. Now Aemond may be the cousin he’s closest too, but even Rhaegar is knowledgeable of Aemond’s vengeful streak. Every time Aegon would insult the younger prince, Aemond was quick to retaliate. The now one eyed prince opted to hide important things that his brother regularly used, whether that be Aegon’s favorite goblet or his riding boots. Aemond was also a fan of hiding cheese in his brothers chambers to make it reek of rotten milk as the days passed. At time Rhaegar had found his friends little pranks amusing; however now Rhaegar could not afford to have these harm each other.

Runestone will fall into trouble with the crown, and most importantly both Lucerys and Aemond’s relationship will burned beyond repair.

“Be at ease cousin.” Patting Lucerys little head. “I told you, I spoke to Aemond. No one will purposely harm you so long your under my care.”

Shooting his younger cousin a dimpled smile. Lucerys smiles too, putting all his trust to the older boy.

“Prince Lucerys!” The booming voice of Ser Gerold called out in its usual jolly tone. Standing in the courtyard in his shiny bronze armor. Behind stood Gunthor Royce and his younger brother Yorwick. Their brown irises looking the new comer with curiosity.

“Welcome to Runestone.” The seasoned knight gives a the young prince a happy smile.

“Thank you Ser Gerold. It’s good to see you again…” the boys says awkwardly. The older man laughs enjoying the awkwardness.

“Well let’s head inside then. Nephew take the boy to the great hall.” His honey colored eyes turning serious as he quietly whispers to his nephew.

“I will not have these two boys rip each other to shreds.” Rhaegar nods. “State your conditions clearly and make sure they obey the rules.”

And with that the older man pats his nephews back and walks away to the Lord’s Study.

“Follow me cousin” Guiding the boy to hall where Aemond is currently being kept waiting.

Finally making it to the ancient weirwood wooden doors. Rhaegar mutters a quick runic prayer for peace that also happens to be carved onto the weirwood doors.

The sun shinning a stunning light through the large windows throughout the grand hall. Making the bronze throne glimmer majestically.

Making their presences known, a one eyed prince arises from his seat, bandages wrapped tightly around his head. Silver locks combed neatly, and green attire dressed impeccably as usual.

The Velaryon boys gulps nervously but steps forward nonetheless.

“Aemond” his voice fails him, quivering slightly.

The Green Prince sneers in return “Lucerys”

“Both of you take a seat” Rhaegar says gruffly.

Before either boy can utter anything else. Aemond doesn’t remove his sneer but takes his seat across his nephew. Lucerys reluctantly meets his uncle’s gaze. Rhaegar clears his throat’s uncomfortably. By the Seven fucking Gods this is going to be difficult. A cold sweat breaking down the poor juveniles brow.

“I know this situation may seem unorthodox…” he begins quietly, “The King has instructed me to make sure amends between you both be made. I know that his grace is asking for a lot and given past circumstances between you both, even I am unsure where to begin.”

Aemond’s lilac eye locks with little Lucerys’s blue eyes. He’s not sneering anymore but the harshness still hasn’t left it.

“Still a part of me hopes that the memories you both make here in Runestone are pleasant ones.”

Rhaegar sighs deeply.

“You both are family. You both have the blood of the dragon flowing through your veins. What happened at Driftmark…”

Lucerys shifts uncomfortably, quickly looking down at his brown leather boots.

“was a more than a regrettable accident.” The Heir of Runestone says with more conviction.

“It was a horrid act between cousins and nephews; tip toeing the line of the most vile sin to exist in our society”

Both Aemond and Lucerys now have their gazes fixed upon Rhaegar. The young knight would not sugarcoat anything for these two. They must know what could have happened had no one found them during their brawl.

“Kinslaying is the worst of sins to exist. That night the five of you could of easily became kinslayers.”

The disdain in Aemond’s single eye washes away, being replaced with something looking akin to shame. Lucerys wide child eyes begin to fill with tears and his thin lips begin to quiver.

“I didn’t mean to.” Lucerys cries to Aemond.

His blue eyes sparkling at his uncle in despair. Aemond for once didn’t have anything snarky to say. Instead the boy looks down at his hands.

Rhaegar continues his talk.

“Aye perhaps neither of you meant it. Insults were said, punches were thrown and an eye was cut out” Rhaegar stands up from his seat “you are all at fault though.”

“In the meantime for as long as the both of you are under my care, you will follow my orders.” His voice stern. “We will train diligently, honorably, and heavily. You will also tutor alongside me in sums and finance. But most importantly you both will learn how to work with each other a team.”

Rhaegar places a firm yet tender hand on both the boys heads.

“Neither of you will purposely harm each other. If you do, the BOTH of you will be punished.”

The two princes agree reluctantly. Shaking hands.

Rhaegar reaches to the table behind him, grabbing a large book of the Seven Pointed Star. Opening to a chapter near the end of the book.

“For those who swear in vain in the name of the Seven, will not be punished by their holy wrath but by thy own cowardly one.” Rhaegar reads to them.

“Swear it in the name of the Seven, that you both will not harm each other under the roof of Runestone.”

Both boys place their small pale slender hands on the holy text of the Seven.

“I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.” They say in-sync. Looking at each other in the eyes.

“So be it.”

Rhaegar’s heart beating more at ease now.

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