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appocalipse · 20 days

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summary: you were way too drunk last night and said some funny things...so, of course, steve had no other option but take you to his place to take care of you. :)

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Your head hurts.

Everything feels a little weird, in fact, but especially your head, spinning and throbbing and, when you try to pry your eyes open, the sudden harsh light streaming into the room feels like it's physically boring straight through your brain.

"Fuck," you whimper pitifully, eyes squeezing shut once more. Your ears are ringing, there's a coppery film lining the inside of your mouth and, for a terrible second, your stomach churns dangerously. "Fuck."

Someone hums somewhere near your right ear. A low, gravelly, vaguely amused sort of hum. There is absolutely nothing and no one alive on this green earth that would hum in that particular fashion except your best friend.

You peel your eyelids apart with great difficulty. When you tilt your head to the right, you see Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing down at you with a soft look on his face.

Naturally, you proceed to freak the fuck out.

"Jesus Christ," you cry, scrambling backwards until you feel the back of your head slam against the headboard with a resounding thud. The dull throb in the back of your skull intensifies, and you have to fight back the urge to throw up. "Ow! Shit, I—What—what happened? Why are you in my—"

Hold on a second...this is not your room.

You cast an anxious, furtive glance around the unfamiliar setting of Steve Harrington's guest room. Panic floods your veins and has your heart hammering in your chest when you notice that you're clad in only one of his shirts and sweatpants that definitely don't belong to you.

Oh, Dear Lord.

Did something happen last night that you can't remember? Did something — oh, God, no.

Steve raises his eyebrows at you as though he can read your mind. "Relax. Nothing happened, relax, come back down," he coos gently, placing a placating hand on your arm. "And I...I didn't see anything, if that's what you're worried about. Nancy and Robin, uh...they helped you shower and get changed last night. Not me."

You cover your face with both hands, letting out a muffled groan as your memories come trickling back in. You don't remember every little detail from the previous night, but what you do remember is already more than enough to fill you with mortification and regret.

"...you said some pretty interesting things while you were drunk, though."

"Shut up," you mumble, peeking up at him through splayed fingers, "go away."

"Really, though," Steve continues, the teasing glint in his eyes a sure sign that he is very much enjoying your suffering, "who knew you found me so attractive?"

"Oh, Jesus," you mutter, groaning as you slide down to hide underneath the comforter, "where are my clothes? I want to leave now."

Steve snickers but makes no move to get up from his perch on the bed. You can hear the rustling of fabric, like he's adjusting his position as he waits for you to come out from under the blanket. "Clothes are in the wash, sorry," he says, sounding very much not sorry at all. "You, um, thought it was a good idea to lie down on the grass last night."

"Kill me now."

"Nope," he chirps, quite cheerfully so, "can't do that, because then who would watch Back to the Future with me tonight?"

You part the comforter just enough to peer up at him from beneath the thick layer of blanket.

"'Back to the Future'?" you echo, trying to ignore the fact that you feel a little lightheaded when Steve smiles down at you.

He looks nice. He always does, but even more so now for some reason — you're guessing it has something to do with the fact that you just woke up and haven't had the time to mentally prepare yourself for seeing him up close yet.

"Mmhmm. You up for it?"

"I'm pretty sure that my head is literally going to explode any time now."

It's really not that bad anymore, but Steve doesn't need to know that, does he?

He nods seriously in agreement. "Right, because you drank way more than you should've last night. Might have mentioned something about rules and...mhmm, what was it? Oh, yes, dying if I didn't let you touch my hair…?"

"No, I didn't."

"You really did," he tells you, leaning back on the heels of his palms, "but don't worry, it was cute."

"I am very much worried," you say miserably.

Steve lets out a quiet sigh and leans forward again, hands reaching out to tug the blanket down far enough to uncover your face completely. "Come on," he says, "do you need anything? Aspirin, maybe? Food? Water?"

You consider his offer, taking the time to mull it over while you avoid his gaze.

"Why did you bring me home with you?" you ask, curious despite yourself. "Why didn't you just take me home?"

"You, uh...really didn't want me to. Pretty much refused to let go of me all night."

"Steve."

"No, really!" he insists, holding both hands up in surrender. "It was like trying to pry a koala off a tree. You even asked—"

You let out a helpless moan of protest and turn away from him as much as you can, hiding your face in the pillow. Steve laughs, clearly delighted by the fact that he's managed to thoroughly embarrass you in less than ten minutes.

"You asked me if I—"

"I don't wanna know!"

"—would sleep in your bed with you."

"Nope," you whisper, your voice coming out a little garbled due to the way you've pressed your face into the pillows, "don't wanna hear it. Shut up, Steve, oh my God. Please."

"It was very adorable."

"I was drunk."

"Still. Cute."

You prop your head up on your elbow so that you can see him a little better, keeping the blanket held tightly around your shoulders as you do. "Sorry I called you. I don't even remember doing it, Tina just told me to and…sorry."

Steve looks down at his lap, shifting a little uncomfortably on the bed.

"I don't mind," he says, lifting his gaze up to meet yours briefly. "You said you missed me. At the party."

A dry, humorless chuckle leaves you and you cringe when the sudden motion sends a sharp pain lancing through your forehead. "Ow. Of course you would remember that," you say, cheeks heating up.

"Do you...remember everything?"

You blink, momentarily confused by the sudden change in conversation. "Everything?" you ask, more to buy yourself some time than anything else.

"You, um..." Steve trails off, clearly unsure of how to broach the topic with you, "you said I made you feel…stuff inside. That you felt stuff. Or something like that. Do you...remember saying that?"

You can practically feel all the color draining out of your face, leaving behind a blank canvas that hides none of your inner panic.

"Uh...no, no, I don't. Do you have a...I need to, um, use your bathroom, like, right now, if you don't mind."

Steve blinks. "Oh, okay. Sure. I bought you a toothbrush earlier, by the way. It's in the medicine cabinet if...if you want."

"Yep," you say, climbing out from under the blanket with as much dignity as you can muster (which is very little), "yep, okay, thanks. I'm...gonna go do that. Now. Okay, bye."

You spend a good five minutes inside the bathroom splashing water in your face while silently wishing for death to come claim you sooner rather than later. Then, you brush your teeth with the toothbrush Steve left out for you — which is totally not cute, it's not cute, why did he do that, ugh, damn him — before venturing out into the hall.

"Steve?"

"Kitchen," he calls out from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs, "you want pancakes?"

You hesitate.

The idea of staying to have breakfast alone with Steve Harrington seems oddly intimate after last night, a dangerous prospect that will undoubtedly lead to awkward small talk and more teasing. However, he did go out of his way to buy you a toothbrush this morning...

You swallow down the nervousness you feel and pad barefoot down the staircase into the foyer, following the sounds of clinking utensils and soft humming to the kitchen.

Steve looks up from his place at the stove when you appear in the doorway.

"Hey," he greets, giving you a quick once over. "How's your head?"

"Feels like there's a little person in there hitting it repeatedly with a little hammer," you admit, grimacing a little as you come further into the room and sit down at the island. "Thanks, by the way. For helping me out last night. And today. I really am sorry for...um, you know, that."

"'That'?"

You purse your lips and Steve grins.

"Yes, that," you mutter, swiveling your seat from left to right while you watch him attempt to read a recipe on the back of a box of pancake mix. "Drunk me is like, twice as embarrassing as sober me."

"Embarrassing isn't the word I'd use."

"Please," you scoff, "I was pathetic. I could barely walk by myself."

Steve glances back at you. "I didn't think you were pathetic."

You raise an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"Okay, maybe a little pathetic," he concedes with a little snort, "but mostly just…sweet."

"Sweet?"

"Yeah, sweet. Don't know if anyone's ever told you that before."

"Sweet," you say again, the headache suddenly no more than an afterthought. "That's how you'd describe me?"

Steve, apparently having given up on making sense out of the instructions on the back of the box, turns around to lean against the counter behind him and studies you with his arms folded loosely over his chest.

"Yes," he says, tilting his head to the side a little. "Not the word you expected me to say?"

There's something about the way he's looking at you. It's warm and piercing all at once, like he can see right through you. It makes it hard for you to breathe all of a sudden, hard for you to do anything but gape at him like a goldfish that's been pulled out of water.

"Uh, I'm...confused."

"Me too," he admits with a little huff of laughter. "I was thinking about what you said."

"About your hair?"

"No, well, yeah, but—" Steve pauses, dragging a hand down his face with a weary sigh. "Look, what you said to me yesterday, about the things I make you feel, I—"

"I said I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize," Steve interrupts, shooting you an unamused look, "I'm trying to say something here, come on, give me a sec."

"Right. Sorry. Go on."

"You're not supposed to apologize for apologizing."

"I'm s—okay, right. Mouth shut."

Steve purses his lips to stifle his amusement at your antics. You fold your arms in front of your chest and keep your gaze fixed firmly on the marble countertop as you wait for him to continue.

"I, uh," he says, pushing himself away from the counter so that he can wander over to the other side of the kitchen, where you sit, "I feel things too, you know. With you."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Steve chuckles, scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck as he stops beside you, "'Oh'. Weird, right?"

You'd like to, but can't think of anything clever to say that would serve as a suitable response. You don't think Steve's looking for one, anyway, because he reaches out to tap his fingers lightly on the back of your hand, taking a seat on the stool next to yours.

"S'weird, 'cause I don't know if you meant what you said when you were drunk, or if it was just the alcohol talking, or what."

You shake your head quickly, and then wince because of the way the headache thuds behind your right eye.

"Robin says I'm an idiot and should stop being such a chicken," he continues, with a slight roll of his eyes. "And Eddie says if I don't 'shut up and tell you how I feel soon', he'll do it for me."

You nod, smiling despite your hangover. "Eddie's, uh, got a point, no?"

"Maybe," Steve allows, rubbing absently at the side of his neck.

He lets his hands slide down to the legs of your stool, fingers curling around the metal of each side. You don't quite understand what he's doing until he gives them a light tug, jerking you closer to him without warning.

You let out a little shriek of surprise as you reach up to clutch onto the first solid thing your hands find — his forearms.

"Ah! What—Steve!"

He's got an amused smile on his face, but his eyes are bright and nervous all at once. Steve pushes your stool even closer to him, until your knees knock against his own and he's forced to lean down to keep his eyes on you.

You hold his gaze steadily as he edges closer. "What are you doing?" you murmur, watching his eyes flit downward to track the movement of your tongue as it peeks out to wet your dry lips.

"Not sure yet," Steve hesitates when your lips are a hairsbreadth apart. He watches, half-dazed, half-entranced by the way you stare back at him, unblinking. "But I've got a theory."

"A theory?"

He lowers his head toward yours. You press your hands flat against the hard plane of his chest to steady yourself, fingers splaying over the soft material of his t-shirt as you curl them around the fabric. Steve exhales, and you can feel his breath on your skin, a soft tickle that raises the goosebumps all over your skin.

"Wanna hear it?"

You nod slowly, aware of the way his eyes darken as they trace your face. He's so close that you can make out the fine dusting of freckles and moles that litter his skin, the long fan of his lashes as they flutter to a close. If you moved even slightly, your lips would brush against his.

"What's your…your theory?" you whisper.

You can feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest as he releases his hold on your stool, lifts both hands up to cradle your face instead. He slides the tips of his fingers along the side of your neck, lets his thumb trace your jaw.

"I think," Steve says, and you can tell he's struggling to string two coherent words together when you feel his thumb quiver against your cheekbone. "I think that, uh, you're—Christ, I—"

His nose brushes against yours and you tilt your chin up instinctively, chasing the brief contact. You smirk. "Christ, you...?"

"Shut up," Steve huffs out a breathless laugh. "I'm getting to it."

"Are you?" you tease, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, your turn to pull him towards you gently.

Steve goes easily, moving his hand from your face to brace the back of your neck. "I think," he starts, eyes crinkling at the corners, "that I might be in love with you."

It's such an unforeseen, unexpected confession that your heart almost gives out in your chest.

You gape up at him, at his crooked grin, at his rosy cheeks. "You think?"

He blinks and then squints down at you like he can't decide whether he wants to be annoyed at your antics or kiss you. You hope for the latter, but he says, "What're you, a parrot?"

Shrugging, you're unable to keep your lips from quirking into a grin of your own. "Rude."

Steve's head falls forward and he rests his forehead against yours. You can feel his pulse thundering wildly against the hand you've pressed flat against his chest, and it makes you feel a little better about your own pounding heart.

"M'sorry."

You smooth a hand over his shirt and hook a finger under the neckline. "Forgiven," you tell him.

"Good," Steve says, nudging his nose against yours playfully.

You want to say something else, maybe tease him about his hair or something equally as inconsequential, but he doesn't let you. Instead, he leans down and closes the distance between you with a slow, tentative press of his lips to yours.

Now, Steve's mouth is soft and warm, and he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. You shiver when he drags his fingers up the back of your neck, tangling them in your hair so that he can pull you closer yet.

You only pull back when the need to breathe becomes too urgent, giggling at the little noise of protest he lets out as you do. But Steve is nothing if not persistent, and he pulls you back in almost immediately, the movement so abrupt that you nearly topple backwards off the stool.

"Steve—I..." you manage to say, between your giggles and the heated press of his lips against yours. "I still...need to breathe, mister."

He huffs out a little laugh against the side of your neck, nips at the sensitive skin in retaliation. You squeal in delight and jab him playfully in the stomach, laughing as he recoils in mock agony.

"Stop laughing," Steve complains, the warmth of his own laughter tickling the underside of your chin when he nuzzles his nose into your neck once more, "come on, you're ruining the moment."

"Wait," you breathe, right before his lips meet yours again, "so...no pancakes, then?"

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and shakes with quiet laughter."You," Steve mumbles into the side of your neck, "are something else, you know that?"

You grin. "Apparently, you like that. Love that...no?"

You can feel him smile, the stretch of his lips curving against the skin of your shoulder.

"Apparently...yeah, I do. I do."

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talaok · 6 months

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Heyy, first, I'd like to say that I really love your writing, keep it up!

And I'd like to make a request, I know we all went crazy over Pedro on SNL (he looked so handsome!!!), and I would love to read a Pedro x Reader behind the scenes of the show, her watching, supporting, and being proud of Pedro, and then the two of them going out together to the SNL after party, dancing, kissing, enjoying each other's company, very fluffy, and a bit of smut at the end?

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

warnings: very very faint allusion to smut

a/n: he did look handsome and thank you so much love <3 (and yes this ask skipped the line bc as always it wouldn't have made sense for me to post it in two weeks)

It was incredible how nervous he was. He'd done this already, and yet he was acting like a kid like at his first recital.

"you're gonna do amazing baby" you promised, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek "Now go out there and have fun"

His eyes anxiously danced around your face

"my heart's beating so fast" he huffed a laugh

"I know" you smiled, stoking his cheek "but remember, you have nothing to be scared of, you've done this already, and you were amazing at it, so just relax"

"ok" he took a breathy sigh "yeah, you're right. I can do this"

"that's it" you grinned, but before you could say anything more he was kissing you like it was the last time he ever could.

"Pedro?" his assistant's voice brought you back to reality "It's time"

You smiled as he leaned away.

"I love you" he promised, the honesty of that statement shining through his eyes

"I love you too baby" you murmured "Now go!" you said, giving him a playful push "Break a leg!"

__ __ __

As you already knew, everything went perfectly smoothly, he and Bad Bunny were an amazing duo, and you could just see how well they got on even with the cameras off.

The monologue was perfect, and you didn't miss any opportunity to cheer and laugh every time you could, but as much as you'd loved it... nothing could top the Ms. Flores sketch.

You loved it last time, and you loved it this time too.

Even just seeing him in the costume made you laugh (you had filled your camera roll with photos of him) but then combined with the actual sketch... it was just perfection.

You almost didn't want him to change, you kind of liked the constant teasing of calling him mama and telling him just how sexy he was, but unfortunately, he did change.

Imagine what a look that must have been for the afterparty instead of that old shirt he wore everywhere.

But then again, considering how much he was sweating from the dancing maybe it was a good call.

"thank you for tonight" he spoke over the music, as the song changed to a slower one "I couldn't have done it without you sweetheart"

"oh stop" you rolled your eyes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you swayed to the music "You would have been amazing regardless." you smiled "I'm surprised they haven't offered you a role as a permanent part of the cast yet"

"No I'm serious" he laughed softly "I don't know if I would have gotten on that stage without you"

"baby..." you cooed, touched by his words "I love you. I'm always gonna be there for you"

"and me for you" he murmured, before kissing you.

You could only vaguely feel everyone around you and hear the music, it was just you and him.

He always made you feel like that.

"I've just realized I was so anxious for tonight that I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet," he said, making you blush faintly.

"You look beautiful too" you murmured, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips "Not as much as you did when you were dressed as Ms. Flores, but you're not so bad"

He couldn't help but laugh at that

"You'll never let that go, will you?"

"nope" you chuckled, earning another kiss, this time deeper and much... hungrier.

You whimpered into his mouth as his hand on your back started traveling dangerously low.

"baby-"

"you're gorgeous sugar"

you bit down a grin at that

"I know that look"

"what look" he silenced you with another kiss "I'm not doing anything" he breathed, his lips now on your neck

And as much as you weren't completely conscious of everyone around you, a part of your brain still was.

"I think it's time we go home baby" you whispered

"yeah" he nodded, meeting his lips with yours again "Yeah I think it is"

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sweetheartmotives · 8 months

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`; 三 Clumsy Yandere;`三

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, sexual themes, kidnapping, crying (from clumsy yan), begging (from clumsy yan), clumsiness/falling, angst. BIG angst!

Let me know if I missed any!

The weather was warm and the time was 2pm. You were out with some friends/family at a pizza shop and a family member/friend decided that you should come! You were on your way back to your and your family/friends' private room, until you saw someone fall, and to make it worse, they had a drink and it spilled everywhere. You decided to help them out! You walked over and he was already scrambling to grab some napkins and clean it up, you came over and helped him. He cried and thanked you. After that day, you earned yourself a stalker.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… you met in a very pathetic way. Soda all over the floor and you both on your hands and knees cleaning it up.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is actually a loser. He doesn't go out unless he's forced to. This was one of his many embarrassing moments. But unlike the others, this one had a good outcome!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… waited for you to leave. It was dark outside, so following you wasn't gonna be hard.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… was horribly nervous when he followed you. If you turned around, he'd probably cry!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… follows you home and gets your address. Then he runs away..?

•• Clumsy Yandere who… gets your number, socials, etc. He spends the whole night searching for you on the Internet.

He got ur number thru ur address.. don't ask how

•• Clumsy Yandere who… jerked it to your pics. If you don't have any on social media, he probably took one 78 while stalking you.

Onto the genre stuff! :]

•• Clumsy Yandere who… drools over you. He can't get enough of you, so don't mind the drool dripping down his chin!

Casually drooling over you

•• Clumsy Yandere who… cries when you are loud. When they first took you down to their basement, you cried/yelled. They began to panic and cry.

PLEASE STOP He sobs

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is hopeless. They cry and beg for your forgiveness.. What can you ask? Anything!

M'sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive meeeee!! He whined and cried.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… created a playlist for you. They like romantic gestures! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

•• Clumsy Yandere who… does whatever you like. Wanna crochet or play video games? They're down!

Oh? Uh.. yea we can!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… was shy about sex at first.. but then humped your leg and cried about how much they loved you.

Mmm..~ ahhh~ I love you.. love u so much..

•• Clumsy Yandere who… likes to paint! They've painted portraits of you and gifted them to you.

Ah.. my love.. look what I made for you..! He hands a nude painting of you to you.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… does whatever you want. And he doesn't whine or cry! Pretty great, right?? :3

Of course my love..

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is a crybaby. He's also a really nervous/anxious person!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… has a resting sad face and always looks like he's gonna start crying :(

•• Clumsy Yandere who… owns 3 cats! Tax Fraud, eepy, and coco ♡

•• Clumsy Yandere who… is a loser. A very pathetic loser. No further explanation.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… always trips over his own feet. At any time in the day, he trips. Does he cry every time? Nope, but he's always close to tears and he'll be horribly embarrassed.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… gives kisses anytime of the day. Sure he's super shy, but that doesn't stop him from giving kisses! :)

Mwah mwah mwah (〃ω〃)

•• Clumsy Yandere who… lets Stockholm syndrome do its thing. Until then, he'll shower you with praise and love!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… knew it was wrong to kidnap you, but.. is it bad to be a little selfish?..

I'm sorry my love.. I just really wanted to be with you..!

•• Clumsy Yandere who… if you're really suffering while being with him and Stockholm syndrome doesn't work.. he'll let you go. He can't stand seeing you upset.

Goodbye.. my love.

•• Clumsy Yandere who… in the end, will always love you, even if you leave him.

My love.. I'll love you no matter what.. even if you hate me. My love will never stop..

This is a bit of a long wait! But I hope you enjoyed it as I enjoyed writing it! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

#This was long awaited! i hope you all enjoyed <3 #clumsy yandere #yandere #yandere oc #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #yandere male #gn reader #x gn y/n #x reader #male yandere #:3

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a-spawn-on-my-lawn · 25 days

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I need to talk about how strong Astarion i think really is. Wall of text under the cut~

While this man is going on about his daily business of shit, pure shit, he is abducted by a giant nautiloid, gets stuffed in a coffin for the 2nd time in his life but this time, a tentacle monster inserts a worm into his eye. he falls out of the thing and figures he can stand in broad sunlight, like wtf, this might be more than enough to drive a grown man very anxious when you ask me.

but he adapts to the situation within seconds. he waits for tav at the shore and gets along with them. he makes up his nice simple plan just as they go. he just goes with the flow. he's there chillin' in camp and reads his books, gets drunk on bears and enjoys his new freedom. he tries to improvise on his own plan on how to kill his very master. just the fact he believes he can do it is so massive to me. he truly believes he can do it. he is never fatalistic. surely, there is angst, but he never has serious mental breakdowns. he never claims that he believes cazador will get him and kill everyone; not even the gur in the swamp is able to unsettle him.

he doesn't give up

i write from a perspective of someone with quite heavy (c)ptsd symptoms so I know how I react to stressful situations and calling Astarion's situation "stressful" is a massive unterstatement, lol. i bow to astarion. he could easily just sit down, empty 50 bottles of wine and tell tav how everything's hopeless, how cazador is surely going to rob him of his freedom again or he becomes an illithid before that; he could even go further than that, if you know what i mean. he could give up on his life and ask tav to just end it all with a stake after going through what he went through, but nope. this man always has hope, he gets up his juicy vampire ass every single morning even though he has two massive burdens to deal with (cazador + tadpole). he never lets himself down. this lil vampire is a hero.

in the dynamic of astarion and my tav, he is the one with more resiliance. i do not perceive astarion as someone who is always in need. surely, there are times where he needs a good cuddle or support when having a nightmare, a bad day, triggers, or help in healing in terms of his sex life etc. but generally, this man is like cryptonite. probably because he knows how to deal with all kinds of pure shit, he's more resilient than my tav. like he got her back. he gives her some good pep talks. sassy astarion kinda pep talks, in a way he doesn't sugarcoat anything and playfully insults her a dozen times and tell her to get back on her feet, but they do the job. he drags her out into the sun if she doesn't want to leave the bed. he'd carry her infront of him like a wet cat if necessary. yep, that's how it is for me.

#astarion #bg3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #illustration #baldurs gate art #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 headcanons

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dancinglikepirateking · 9 months

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Bump Into You

Prompt: Your childhood best friend finally comes back after studying from abroad and something in your dynamic changes.

General tags: friends to lovers, fluff i think?, he is tall, very tall.

Word count: 5.0K

“Can I Facetime you? Urgency level 10.” you quickly text Yunho. You briefly see his chat bubble appear and then disappear, seeing as he called you.

“What’s burning? What happened? Is someone following you?” he asks concerned, as he inspects your background, noticing you are in your room. He exhales loudly and you giggle, wiping your tears and hugging your knees.

“I miss you. We haven’t talked that much lately and I miss you so much.” your words come out muffled, sniffling and new tears replace the ones you just wiped. You’ve always been this attached to him, he was the only person that ever allowed you to be clingy and express your feelings the way you wanted and needed, and he took it all gladly. He loved being loved by you, which made you love him even more.

He sighs and you notice as his expression morphs into a sad one, seeing his lips gain a small pout. “I miss you too princess. But I will be with you soon, just a few more weeks and I will be there.” he says trying to comfort you, at which you nod and try to stop your tears.

“Are you busy? Do you have things to do? Anything to study for?” you ask slightly anxious that you are wasting his time. You see him scratch the back of his neck and nod. “Yeah… I have like two exams coming up this week and a few more presentations to work on. But they can wait, you need me way more and you are more important.” he replies he smiles sweetly at you.

Is this the right time to mention the huge crush you’ve had on this man for the past nine years? A crush that was impossible to get rid of. Your heart does a flip at his smile.

“No fucking way. Did you make plans with your friends to study?” you ask alarmed, straightening your back and looking at him. “I did but I already told them that I’m not coming the moment you texted me. It’s okay princess, really.” he reassures you again.

“Nope. It is not. We are having a study date together right now. I should be studying too. Come on get your notebooks and let’s go.” you say fully motivated as you go to sit on your desk and get your things ready. He laughs and looks at you lovingly with a cute small smile plastered on his lips. He also goes to sit at his desk and gets to work, at times mumbling whatever he was reading or writing or even explaining it to you so he himself could understand it. As for you, not much studying happened as you couldn’t help but stare at his focused, concentrated face.

The love you have for this man… You are doomed.

***

You check yourself in the mirror once more before picking up your tote bag that had your things and leaving your house, getting into your car and heading towards the airport.

After

Your childhood best friend Yunho is finally coming back home after studying abroad for the past three years. And while you two still talked on the phone and texted a lot, not being able to see him whenever you wanted was annoying, as well as the lack of any physical contact, which was so painful for you to be suddenly robbed by his warm hugs, by his arms circling your waist and pulling you oh so close.

You shake your head at the thought. You were about to see him and your heart was beating like crazy. Sure maybe you had a small crush on him. For the past 9 years of your life, and sure maybe you should give up already, but your heart can't calm down whenever he's around. But you are not delusional enough to interpret every touch and every look he gives you as him reciprocating your crush for him, the two of you have always been this close and used disgustingly cute pet names just to annoy each other. You are more than okay with Yunho not liking you like that.

Before you know it you reach the airport, thanks to being lost in your thoughts. You park your car quickly and get inside the building, looking to see when exactly his plane lands. He lands in 10 minutes at gate 5, so you quickly look for it, and while there are around five minutes left of waiting, you remember you forgot something in your car. Could you make a run for it? I mean for sure, it takes forever to get off the plane and get your luggage and everything. So you run out of the building and towards your car to get the bouquet of flowers you got for your friend on your way to the airport.

Once you have the flowers in your arms, you quickly rearrange them and head back inside the airport, but after you check the arrivals screen again you don’t see Yunho’s flight anymore. Did everyone unbark already?

You started to take bigger steps towards gate 5. Or was it gate 4? You couldn’t remember. You were now jogging towards the area where you thought (and wished) the right gate was, and while in your hurry you jog full force into someone’s chest, the flowers squish between your body and the person’s in front of you. Oh fuck not Yunho’s flowers.

You take a step back and tears gather at the corners of your eyes as you look at the now very squished flowers, some of the petals falling off. Without making eye contact (you always hated making eye contact with strangers) you started apologising to the poor person you just hit and somehow didn’t see at all.

“I’m so so sorry, I don’t know where I was looking. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?” you ask while looking at the ground now, trying to keep the tears at bay so they wouldn’t spill over, looking very sadly at the flowers.

“Are you ok princess?” responds a very familiar voice. The pet name disgusted you at first, coming from a stranger as far as you knew, but once the voice registered in your mind, you raised your head, you raised it so much that your neck was in a very uncomfortable position. It was Yunho. A very tall Yunho. Taller than you remembered.

“Yunho.” you whisper and then get your arms around his wait, pulling him into a very tight hug. If you weren’t crying before, you surely were crying now, while you were snuggling into his chest, not caring if you were dirtying his shirt, and he didn’t seem to care either, as one of his arms went around your shoulders and the other was resting on the top of your head, caressing your hair gently. He was talking to you, but you were so overwhelmed by his presence and scent and just all sorts of emotions that you could not hear anything anymore, you were just feeling everything. Your heart was beating so fast and you were hearing his heartbeat just as fast as yours and you were smiling like crazy into his chest. Oh how you missed him.

“Never leave for this long again.” you muffle while your face is still buried in his chest and you feel him laugh under your touch, which makes you smile.

You finally pull back, taking a step back and wiping your tears with the back of your hand, not caring at all how messy your face was right now. You remember the bouquet you had in your hand the whole time and you give the flowers one last look before you stretch your arm with the flowers towards him.

Yunho looked down at the very colourful flowers trying to contain his excitement, but his smile was the widest and prettiest you’ve ever seen. “For you. They are Gladiolus, I know you’ve talked about how much you like them that one time. I’m sorry, they looked so much prettier five minutes ago before I basically ran you over…” you shily say while looking down at your feet, still embarrassed by you bumping into him like that. He takes the flowers gladly, looking at them adoringly and smiling, you would even say he was blushing a little. He slightly leans down and circles your waist with his arms and pulls you in a hug and lifts you at the same time, your feet leaving the floor, being forced to quickly wrap your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t fall, letting out a surprised squeak.

“I love them. Thank you.” he says as he buries his face in your neck, his deep, low voice and his very strong scent and steady hold on you making you freeze for a brief second, in which you start playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck.

He slowly puts you back on the ground and you look up at him. When and how did he get this tall? “Let’s go.” you say as you grab one of his luggages and drag it after you. He knows it’s pointless if he insists he carries it, so he doesn’t even try, instead he just follows right behind while still looking at the flowers lovingly, dragging behind him the other luggage that had on top of it a huge shoulder bag. You are the only person to ever give him flowers, and while this isn’t the first time you gave him pretty flowers, he is always in awe when he receives them.

“When the fuck did you get this tall? What have you been doing over there?” you ask jokingly to break him out of his trance and he laughs. “Maybe you just got shorter?” he replies jokingly and you slap his arm which just makes him laugh more. “I grew like two inches. I’m not really sure how but I didn’t notice it until people started pointing it out. I’m around 6'2 now, not that much of a difference honestly.” he continues and you try to hide your shock. 6'2. Holy fuck. There was a time when the two of you were the same height, and you’re not even that short, you’re 5'6. This guy just kept stretching.

You look with the corner of your eye at him and how much taller he is than you, towering over you while just walking next to you. You return your eyes ahead of you, feeling as your face was starting to redden up. “How was the flight?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the way he made you feel. He starts telling you all about it while you lead him towards your car. He puts the luggages in the trunk and then gets in the front seat.

“How have you been? How has the town been? Living without me must’ve been terrible right? I’m impressed you didn’t burn the house down.” he teases. Before he moved to Japan for his Master’s he used to be your dorm mates. It just made sense, you know? Being friends for so long and getting along so well, your communication was so good and you two worked so well together, it was the most obvious thing to move in together. And it was the most obvious thing to continue like this now. You two living together was also another factor of why you didn’t plan on telling him the feelings you have for him, besides the obvious of him not feeling the same.

You didn’t look for a new dorm mate while he was gone either, even though he said he was okay with the idea of renting his room while he was gone, you weren’t okay with it.

“It was horrible, never dare leave me alone for this long again.” you say in a joking tone even though you were dead serious, and he knows it as well.

On the ride to your house he tells you about the friends he made in Japan, how they threw him a small party the night before, how they all ended up crying over him leaving while the rest of them were staying. “Though one of the girls, Yoko, I’ve told you about her before, confessed that she liked me for a while. But I turned her down for multiple reasons.” he says at one point and the statement makes your heart skip a beat. I mean yeah, who wouldn’t. “We all promised to keep in touch. They might even visit one day. You will have to meet them when they do, they are really the nicest.” Yunho continues to tell you excited while you were still stuck on the girl liking him, your grip on the steering wheel tightening. Were you mad? No, no reason or right to be. Jealous? Maybe only because this girl had the courage to say something you’ve been trying to say for nine years.

“What got you so mad? Your knuckles are turning white. What are you thinking about?” Yunho asks, concerned as he touches your hand that was on the gear. You flinch at the unexpected contact and quickly focus back on the road. This is not the time to be getting jealous for no good reason. “I was thinking if I locked the door or not when I left.” you quickly lie and he looks at you with a doubtful look but brushes it off, telling you about the friends he made at the dance classes he attended.

That was close.

Once you park your car in the driveway you help Yunho with his luggage and bring them into his room. “Did you clean my room?” he asks after he looks around, noticing there is little to no dust on the furniture. “Yeah every once in a while. I didn’t want dust to pile up and I wanted to welcome you back with a clean room.” you say while you follow him with your eyes as he falls on the bed, letting out a sigh. “Feels good to finally be home.” he mumbles while his face is buried in a pillow. You smile widely. He said home. He thinks of you and this place as home. His words make you insanely happy and want to do flips. Despite having had a great time in Japan, with a girl liking him, he still considered this his home.

“Wanna leave you to get some sleep? I know you had a few stressful days with the whole coming back process.” you ask while shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He nods. “Yeah. Thank you. We will catch up when I wake up. Love you.” he says in a very sleepy voice and you nod, silently leaving his room and entering yours.

And then it hits you.

What did he say?

Did he say what you heard him say?

Did he actually say that?

You’re pretty sure he did.

Are you so down bad for him that you’re starting to imagine him saying this?

That can’t be right.

It’s fine. He loves you as a friend. Friends always say this shit.

Not you two though you never actually said you love each other.

Stop spiralling. He’s your best friend, you’ve known each other for so long, it goes without saying that you love each other. It has gone without saying for so long. And yeah, maybe you love each other in very different ways, but it’s still love. But if he says it more often your heart will break over and over again every time, as being in love with someone and loving someone are so different.

You fall face down onto the bed, letting out an exasperated groan that was muffled by your pillow. Let’s hope this won’t become a usual thing, because the way the words fell out his mouth sounded beautiful.

***

A week has passed since Yunho came back home and you are feeling as if your sanity is slowly leaving you. You are starting to think that he knows you like him and he’s playing a prank on you.

He keeps telling you either muffled or whispered ‘love you’ ’s at different times of the day, but you either pretend you don’t hear him or actually don’t hear him, in which case you ask him what he said and he always says ‘nothing’.

A bit more touchier than usual, which is crazy to say since you are very touchy usually, but here you think you might look into it too much. But you feel like he is closer than usual, his arms rest around your waist for a few seconds longer, you catch him staring more often. When you hang out with your friends he always ends up sitting next to you, with his arm either around your shoulders and dragging you closer to him or with his head resting on your shoulder and snuggling into you, which always makes you a flustered, blushing mess that your friends never comment on or tease you for, since they know the way you feel about Yunho.

Mingi was the first to notice and then everyone else knew about it. Was it that they noticed themselves or Mingi told them, you’ll never know.

And no matter how hard you tried to not fall for it, how hard you tried to convince yourself that this was just what friends did, you just couldn’t. Your first thought was that maybe he liked you, but you gave up on that thought quickly as it made no sense. Your second thought was that maybe he was playing a prank on you, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and was making fun of you, but again this was very unlikely, Yunho wouldn’t do that, would he? But what else could it be?

These were the thoughts that were drowning your mind as you were at a pub with your friends, being in a situation similar to a past one. On the bench, next to Yunho, his arm casually around your shoulders, pulled close to him, your head resting on his shoulder, one of his hands playing with the ends of your hair while actively participating in the conversation.

Suddenly he laughs with his entire body, as he always does, and that pulls you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You raise your head and look up at him, seeing as he has his head thrown back, laughing loudly, his eyes closed shut and you can’t help but smile. He’s so beautiful, so breathtaking and your heart swells up, your entire being becoming happy and feeling warm and fuzzy. You love him so much and he brings so many pleasant emotions that it makes you sad, melancholic.

He finally lowers his head, having calmed down his laughing and he looks down at you, making eye contact, having the biggest smile on his lips and you feel like you could explode. Yunho’s grip on your shoulders suddenly tightens and he pulls you closer, pressing his lips on your forehead and then pulling back, straightening his head and returning to the conversation your friends were having.

You however, didn’t change your position. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly in surprise, staring at the wall, trying to process what happened. You could still feel his lips on your forehead, so soft. However you could also feel your face heat up and your friends’ eyes on you. You readjust your head and look down at your lap, looking at your hands fidgeting trying to distract yourself and maybe convince yourself that nothing happened, but the lingering sensation on your forehead was telling you otherwise.

Maybe you should talk to Yunho tonight when you get home. Maybe.

You are suddenly very aware of your lack of interaction with your friends, you’ve barely said a word or touched your drink ever since you’ve gotten here hours ago.

You clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention, including Yunho’s, who was looking down at you curiously this time. You make eye contact with the people that are sitting across from you. “I think I will go home now, I have to wake up early tomorrow, but this hangout was fun, we are finally in the complete formation.” is the little white lie you come up with.

After you are done speaking you stand up, Yunho taking his arm away seconds before you stand up, and after you hug everyone goodbye and wish them to continue having fun, promising to meet up again soon, after one final look at Yunho you leave the pub.

Tonight you will talk with Yunho. And you will tell him everything. Because you are starting to feel like he is giving you false hope.

It was around midnight, it was still warm outside but every once in a while a breeze would pass by and cool you down a bit. You didn’t take your car as you thought you’d be drinking more than you did and the pub is kind of close to your house anyway, you should be safe to arrive on your own.

Your head was filled with all the small touches Yunho shared with you throughout the week, but the forehead kiss from tonight was something else, it caught you off guard the most. You were thinking so deeply about it that you didn’t hear Yunho call after you to wait up, which lead to him touching your shoulder to get your attention and startling you, scared it would be a stranger, but as you turn around and instantly make eye contact with someone’s chest you are quick to figure out that it’s Yunho and you look up at him, relieved.

You bring your hand over your heart, feeling it beat very fast, taking a deep breath. “Never do that again, I could’ve died!” you say in an exaggerated tone and you hear him giggle, he puts one of his hands on your and pats you gently. “Oh don’t be dramatic, I tried getting your attention by talking to you but you were deep in thought and didn’t hear me. What were you even thinking about?” he asks as he leans in closer to you, his face inches away, inspecting your face carefully, his breath fanning your face slightly. You look at him mesmerised for more seconds than you would’ve liked and then straighten up, his hand leaving your back and then straightening up again, looking down at you, still waiting for an answer.

‘You have to tell him NOW.’ are the words that keep repeating in your head, the rational part of your brain yelling at you that if you don’t talk to him about it now you will keep postponing it.

‘What if you will ruin your friendship? Who will have to find a new place to stay? What if it will make things awkward? Just come up with something!’ is saying the insecure part of your brain, which usually overpowers any other thought you might have.

But not this time.

You are tired of hanging on to false hope.

Sure, you wanted to talk about it when you got home or maybe tomorrow, but things don’t always go the way we plan.

“Why are you doing this?” you say while looking somewhere behind him. He lets out a confused ‘hm?’, tilting his head slightly, seeing with the corner of your eye how much he looked like a puppy. Oh you’re about to break your own heart.

“All the recent touches, the public affection, all the whispered and muffled things you say that some I can hear. Why are you doing this?”

Silence. Yunho tenses up slightly.

“We’ve always been close, sure, but not this close. At least in my opinion. And don’t get me wrong, I love every second of it but…” you say, taking a deep breath in. What you’re about to say can change your entire relationship. You exhale.

“I know you probably caught on that I like you more than a friend, or probably Mingi told you. But giving me all this false hope in the past weeks has been a double edged sword, because I’m so certain you don’t mean these things the way I wish you did, which is fine. But I’ve been indulging in them, and it hurts.” you continue, feeling a knot forming in your throat and tears filling up your eyes, making them burn.

Still nothing from him. You’re starting to feel anxious.

“I hope this won’t make things awkward between us, I don’t want us to stop being friends or housemates, but could you please stop giving me false hope? It might be fun for you, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it for.” you say, letting the tears softly fall from your eyes, caressing your cheeks as they fall. You finally look at him. You are done with your speech and waiting for his move now. You said everything, and you feel relieved and burdened at the same time as you wait for a reply, a small part of you hoping for the impossible, hoping that he feels the same way you do. You let out a shaky breath.

His eyes are glossy, he has his lips slightly parted and a confused frown. Yunho opens his mouth a bit more and you close your eyes, as if waiting for a physical impact that his words might have.

“Y/N…” he says as his hands reach for yours. You squeeze your eyes shut. While Yunho is holding your hands gently, he brings them up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, making you open your eyes in surprise. “I’m sorry I made you believe I was toying with you. Or that I made you believe I wasn’t in love with you all this time.” he says and Yunho’s hands let go of yours, making your arms fall limp next to your body. “...What?” you say confused, looking at him bewildered.

Yunho’s big hands cup your face, stopping the tears that gathered around your jaw and with his thumb wiping away any other tears that stained your cheeks. He was slightly leaning over you, you were looking up at him with your eyes teary and shiny and he swore he could see stars in them. He smiles softly at you, caressing your cheek, but you're frozen, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Can I kiss you?” Yunho asks as he leans in more, his forehead almost touching yours, completely towering over you. Your eyes widen. Is this real? Are you imagining it? Is this a dream? You couldn’t care less. You nod your head as you still haven’t found your voice to talk again.

And Yunho wastes no time, leaning in and connecting your lips. And it felt so good, electrifying, sending waves of shocks in your entire body. You were overwhelmed in the best way possible. One of Yunho’s hands travels down to the side of your neck while the other one remains on your face. Yunho was going at your pace, his soft lips following your moves and letting you take the lead and adjust.

You pull away slightly, raising your hands to the back of his neck and making him stick his forehead to yours, making him lean more over you as you were standing on your tippy toes. He pecks your lips once, getting a giggle out of you.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, it really wasn’t my intention. I was trying to make it obvious that I also like you. I was planning on telling you, but I didn’t know when and how and I was overthinking it and spiralling even though I knew you felt the same way and despite ev-” he rambles as he tried to put some space between you two but you drag him back in in a deeper kiss this time. You gently bite his bottom lip, letting him know to open his mouth, which he does immediately, and so your tongue meets his eager one. The kiss is slow, in a way experimental but full of promise, getting used to each other, exploring freely. Until you run out of air and you two have to pull away, panting for air.

“You can be so dumb at times.” you say in a lighthearted tone as you let go of your grip on the back of his neck and go in for a hug, your arms circling his waist and pulling him close, with your head pressed on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Just like a few weeks ago when you picked him up from the airport.

“Says the one that got flustered over every touch I gave them and got jealous when I mentioned Yoko. Are you not the same person that screamed in their pillow like a teenage girl when I told them I love them two weeks ago?” Yunho teases you as he rests his chin on top of your head. You playfully slap his back in response while your cheeks were heating up. So he heard you… Embarrassing.

You stay like that for a bit, hugging him tightly, every once in a while rocking back and forth, Yunho placing kisses on the top of your head while playing with your hair. “I love you, Yunho. So much.” you say as you look at the pavement. You feel his heartbeat pick up and you smile. Cute. “I love you too, princess.” he replies and he squeezes you.

“I wanted to have this talk with you at home not in the middle of the street but I guess this works too…” you say as you pull away, looking up at him in admiration. He brings one of his hands up to your face and fixes your hair. “Let’s go home then.” Yunho replies as he takes a hold of your hand and interlocks your fingers, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand and starts walking towards your house.

“I’m already there.” you reply, more for yourself, as you look at your intertwined fingers. You’ve been waiting so long for this moment.

yunho... tall...

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thesarcasticreader · 1 year

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PAC: YOUR NEXT ROMANTIC PARTNER

These are general readings meant for entertainment purposes. You can partake in advice, but do not let it cloud your decision-making.

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The reading, today, has been brutally honest, to say the least. My decks are very polite, not even joking. They dish out the sweetest things. For every negative thing, they give a view into the most possible positive outcome too.

But today, it was quite different. These messages were channelled in a way that requires people to view their relationships without rose-tinted glasses. This reading might trigger you especially if you are expecting stuff like, your next partner is going to parade you and all. Nope, it is straight to the point.

Pile 1:

April month is important for you. You are very likely to meet this person in April. Number 44 may have been popping up for you very much. This is very likely to be a karmic relationship. The person you seem to draw towards you is someone who is self-absorbed and pessimistic. For many of you, you could be taking back your ex. You do not want to have any regrets or feel like you have missed an opportunity.

The thing is, there are a lot of possibilities that you have when it comes to relationships. If anything, you are blind to the opportunities in front of you simply because you are wallowing. Not a bad thing, but there is a set amount of time you can cry over a person who is not even worth your tears. Take your time to contemplate if you want to get back into a relationship with this person. For those it doesn't resonate, choose another pile. This is a very specific pile.

Stand up for yourself and defend your corner. And the moment you do stand up for yourself, this person will try to argue and guilt you. If you are in a toxic relationship, let it go. Immediately. Do not go back to this person. End Of! You will have options and people who will help you.

This is going to be a very transformative time for you. You are in the middle of a cycle of transformation. Be assertive and dominant. You have a strong will to fight. Letting things go will help you release that burden you are carrying.

You will be anxious about finding love in the future after this relationship. It will interfere with the new beginning that is coming your way.

Be kind to yourself. You are going through tough times and for everyone that you have your kindness for, spare yourself some too. It is very rough to break cycles. And for a while, you will choose to stay single after this situation. Almost a year or so.

Pile 2:

This is someone who is going to be a little older than you or more mature than you.

This relationship is going to begin with a little bit of jealousy and insecurity. One or both may feel that the other person is out of their league. There is a story here. If it doesn't resonate, it's cool. Don't stress about it too much.

You are going to be more focused towards your career. This is going to be a change for you because you may have been inclined towards going slow in life and settling for stuff. But there is a new opportunity for you and you just want to go for it.

This is something that you have manifested but didn't know was coming to pass.

This is a reverse of a rom-com. Instead of the girl choosing the dude, you are choosing yourself. Instead of a small town, you are going to a big city. This person will try to convince you that it can work out with you guys. This person will not be in favour of you changing locations as they may not be a big believer in the success of long-distance relationships. They are in reverse energy, they used to be very driven and now they are ready to settle.

Unfortunately, it seems like you and this person will break up over this. This is the unrequited love pile. You will part on good terms but you will be upset. You will be leaving this behind and seeking out a new life. You know that it is what suits both of you but there is a twinge of nostalgia.

Within 8 months of changing cities, you are likely to get a promotion. Politics in your workplace will be rampant. Therefore, made sure that you remain semi-professional with your co-workers. Do not gossip too much about things. It will bite you in the ass, especially if the gossip is about your boss.

You will bring a very cheerful and charismatic energy to yourself. This will attract a lot of people to you. All in all, this is more about your career than relationships.

Pile 3:

Soon, you will be in a relationship. The timeline has been pretty vague in all the piles, but this pile is closer to their next romantic partner. This is going to be someone who is more established than you. They are very well-off.

The thing is, this person has a lot of healing to do. They will be emotionally immature. They can be carrying a lot of regrets from the past and they are baggage they have to deal with. And before you, I can fix them. Lemme stop you right there, you can't. It is not your responsibility. If you date this person, your responsibility is to support them as they face their traumas, not fix them for your person. Your boundaries are important.

In fact, you are assertive and supportive, there is a high chance of this relationship working out in your favour. Don't try to act like their therapist or a journal. Approach them like a partner. Be a problem solver.

Try not to have pointless arguments. If you date this person, do not forget yourself in the process. You two are very likely to be twin flames. But don't let the twin flame thing convince you into staying in toxic relationships. If this person isn't working on themselves, cut your losses and move. Obviously, this is a general reading so the situation may differ for all of you. However, use your best judgement. Protect yourself.

Funnily enough, it will be your friends who will help you guys pull your heads out of your asses. I do see a happy engagement with this person. You will be very proud of the growth your person will make. And they will grow to be very protective of you for everything that you have done for them. They hold you in high regard.

You will have your occasional tussles every now and then, but as you two learn and grow, this relationship will bring a lot of financial success as well. This relationship will progress really fast. Idk why J.E. Malpas' This Man came through. It is a book. Basically, UK's answer to Fifty Shades Of Grey. It is okay but unless you like smut, you will love it. Your relationship kind of feels like the one in the book.

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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‘I See You’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x high school teacher female reader

No use of ‘Y/n’ but is referred as Miss or as teacher

Summary; As a high school teacher, sometimes the grading of terribly written homework or trying to teach rowdy teenage students was more than hard. You’d always arrive looking very put together and tidy up, but after the bell rang, you look like a hurricane swept you away. So to drain out your especially long week, and to feel a little boost of self confidence, you take it upon yourself to drink all negativity away at the Hard Deck, hoping it’ll do the job for you. And in your attempt to feel good about yourself and to impress a certain aviator that caught your eye, you make an unnecessary choice, that leaves you almost in shambles. Until this aviator comes around to pick you up, and tell you you’re enough.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, lots of drinking and flirting, slight humiliation (not from Jake!) some angst, but mostly fluff and two idiots who fall in love!! Kind of a slow burn... LONG ASS ONE-SHOT

“Alright class- Benjamin sit down please- oh god! Jamie your pencil isn’t a cigarette stop trying to lit that up- where did you even- ugh... just give me the lighter please.”

You walk towards the back of your classroom of high school 10th graders and take away a small lighter that Jamie happened to bring in. You then eyed for Benjamin to take his seat along with a quick snap to your fingers at Corrie and Hailey who kept whisper gossiping about who knows what. Finally when your class seemed to get it together and finally listen, you felt ready to explain the day’s plans as simply as possible, so they all wouldn’t have an excuse for missing anything. Once you stood at your desk, which was small and white, had a pile of turned in homework that Friday morning along with your laptop and a few nick-knacks, you leaned against it as you began,

“Alright class... today we’ll be doing something different. You’ve all worked hard on your past assignments and essays, so I thought I’d give you all a treat-“

Damion then raised his hand while bouncing his leg up and down rapidly,

You stopped your announcement and kindly glanced at the black haired, hazel eyed boy as you asked nicely,

“Yes Damion?”

He put his hand down to now scratch his shaggy hair as he put forth a question,

“Is food going to be involved-“

You immediately raised your hand to stop him,

“Nope! Not when you guys are prone to start large food fights in my classroom. Last pizza party was disastrous and I will not allow another chance for it again.”

You remember clearly that food-war-zone day, you had left your classroom for about 5 minutes just to pick up the ice cream you had bought them from the lunch room, when you came back let’s just say a grenade of pizza sauce had exploded in the room. You understood that kids were messy and crazy, but not to this level. It’s took hours to clean it all up yourself, you didn’t dare want to punish them and make them stay and clean it, because you didn’t want problems with their parents (who weren’t always the nicest.) You then promised yourself that you’d never again bring food back into your classroom, no matter how many times they begged for it.

You then added to your speech,

“Now for the rest of you, please wait till I finish then you ask questions.”

In sync your little gremlins all replied while looking at little sad at the mention of not having a pizza party,

“Yes Missss.”

Smiling proudly to yourself you then continued,

“So to cut to the chase sense you all seem a little anxious today, I have invited special guests to join us. A couple of Naval Aviators from here in Fighter Town are coming over to share with us their experience as Aviators. It took a lot of time for me to convince them that it’ll help us understand their work and it’s purpose. The learning of responsibility and obedience. So, If any of you have questions, you may ask them, but PLEASE... please be polite. They have hard jobs and have more than enough to tolerate already with their superiors and co-workers... and they don’t need more of that especially from students like you. So again I ask, be polite, reflect who we are as a classroom of World History, and learn something.”

You gave them all a reassuring smile before adding lastly,

“Any questions- oh yes Thomas?”

Thomas flipped his black gel pen in hand as he commented,

“Do we look like kindergarteners to you? I mean respectfully, cause I thought only elementary did like... that kind of stuff.”

A frown found your face but you shook it off as quickly as possible, not wanting to appear hurt or offended by your class. You really felt that this would be a great experience for them. It was different and really cool all at once, your uncle was a Naval Aviator, and the dream to always be like him fascinated you, but because of your really short height, you obviously didn’t pass. And soon that passion grew into the dream of becoming a professor. But that never changed the way you felt and appreciated about the Navy all in one. With your hands fiddling behind your back nervously you replied,

“I know you all are very intelligent and are in a higher level of education, but... I feel that today’s experience will let you all feel relaxed... believe me when I say you won’t regret it.. now they‘ll be here in a few-“

Knock Knock Knock!!

A soft gasp left your lips as you signaled the class,

“That must be them, stay seated please, and be nice. Let me talk to them for a minute.”

You naturally fixed your hair and made sure your dress was respectfully fixed well before opening the door to the most handsome man you have ever seen in your entire life.

‘Oh my god he’s charming! - ok get it together... you’re a teacher for crying out loud.’

With the best smile you could offer when feeling now super nervous and sorta shy, you beamed with your hand stretched out,

“Good afternoon sir.”

The tall, blond aviator who wore a green flight suit that was decorated with different patches and wore his flight vest over, sported the grandest grin while flashing his perfect white teeth. He grasped your hand gently but firmly as he let his green jaded orbs rest on yours, his voice was sweet but steady, kind of had a southern accent to it as he introduced himself,

“Good afternoon, Miss. I’m Lieutenant Jake Seresin... and these two behind me are my wing buddies.”

Jake let your hand go and you held it against your chest, missing his warmth and feeling, and ignoring the way you felt a spark hit from the second you touched him. You watched him attentively as he pointed to two other aviators that had arrived, another tall aviator that had the cutest mustache that suited him perfectly, he had calm hazel eyes and a warm smile, he wore beige Khakis that had a few medals of different awards on his chest along with a shining, gold pin of wings on top of them. And next to him stood a female, who had the most beautiful smile and homey brown eyes, she stood tall but relaxed in her very well pressed, dress blues, and in her hand she held her Dixie cap,

‘How elegant.’

You thought, as you approached the two other aviators with a welcoming hand shake to each,

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The mustache aviator shook your hand next as he introduced,

“You too Miss, I’m Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.”

He made you feel at ease and comfortable, with his kind and soft tone. Then you turned to the beautiful brunette as you did the same,

“Such a pleasure ma’am.”

“Likewise Miss, I’m Lieutenant Natasha Trace. I love your dress by the way.”

She ended her sentence with a wink that made you feel appreciated and flustered. You looked down at your simple Navy blue dress that rested at your knees. You tried not to stutter as you replied,

“T-Thank you, Lieutenant.”

She sent you a firm but kind nod, then you turned back to the door of your classroom as you began,

“Alright Lieutenants, so I was just hoping you can maybe explain your field of work, and hopefully answer some questions they might ask?”

Bradley nodded approvingly before asking,

“How long do we have?”

You glanced at your watched before replying,

“As long as your willing to be here, class ends at 3:30, it’s barley 2. So from here till then all the time is yours if you want to stay till it ends or go early, either is fine.”

Jake smiled proudly as he checked with Bradley,

“We could do till 3:30 right?”

Natasha replied for Bradley,

“Oh yeah, Mav said we could have the day.”

Bradley’s eyes lit while turning to look at you,

“We’ll be staying till the bell rings.”

You almost jump with joy but stay planted on the ground with a bright smile instead,

“Great! Come on in please.”

You then lead them inside of your classroom, confident to know that your classroom will be still sitting in their chairs, looking quiet and obedient, but instead you find a WWE match going on. Jensen and George are standing on their desk and trying to aim for a first punch while steadying their feet on their wobbly desks. Some of your student are cheering them on while a couple others are filming it, most of the girls seem to be huddled up in a corner chatting loudly and lastly, your computer sits open at your desk with a couple of your boys on it. You knew that your students were the craziest in the entire school, sense 9th grade all the teachers knew it, and warned you that for some reason they all were just rowdy and not always the best listeners. You’ve heard that they’ve been through many teachers and substitutes, all who could never stand them, and left because they couldn’t tolerate them, so it was a shock to them when you took the classroom under your wing, and faithfully been there for the past 4 months, while others only last a school week or less. You could feel the hurt and disappointment clutching your heart almost immediately at the sight, but before you could say anything, a sharp whistle came from behind you along with a set of simple words,

“Can I have your attention please?”

You faced the source of the voice, Natasha was the one who spoke up after Bradley whistled. Your class filled with quick ramblings and all of them ushered themselves to their respectful seats, (Jensen fell off his desk and you were quick to run and help him up after you saw that everyone ignored him, but Jake grasped your upper arm and held you in place, without saying a word.) You didn’t dare move after his touch left you, and you all waited till the classroom was quiet and orderly. After a few seconds you spoke up to the Lieutenants, you eyes locked on Natasha’s because she was the female here, and Jake made you too shy as nervous, while with Bradley well, nothing was wrong with him, he’s perfect, but sense Natasha was the female there, she made you feel more open and forward as you apologized,

“I’m sincerely sorry for this welcoming, we talked about this.”

Jake shook his head no at you, looking reassuring as he directly told the classroom,

“It’s not your Teachers fault, that you children don’t listen. She’s a fine woman, we can see it, so please, learn from her... can we do that?”

The classroom nodded their heads attentively, all while gawking at them three like if they were celebrities. You saw their reaction and felt a little joy come over the upset feeling you had, and even more when Chad asked,

“How many more different uniforms do you guys have? Their pretty cool.”

Jake beamed proudly as the question was asked to him, and he replied simply but with a joking tone,

“The Navy has a whole wardrobe for its sailors, that’s why we’re known to be the fanciest and most stylish.”

The few chuckles and giggles could be heard all around, and you felt yourself relax a bit as you continued to hear most of your class ask polite and very interesting questions, all that were answered as best as possible by all three aviators. It was like if there rebellious switch had turned off as they now became very attentive and sweet. It relived you’re and made you take a good breather for a moment. Your attention was mainly focused on Jake, who’s smile made your tummy turn with butterflies and his voice made you love it more and more.

Your thoughts flew around in your head like free eagles,

‘I wonder if he smiles like that all the time? Or who he shares that smile with... he probably has someone home... taken he is perhaps-‘

“What the hell is going on in here?”

You held in a gasp as you faced your boss, the principal of the school. He stood at the door with a look of disappointment,clearly not pleased with who you had brought in, but you were quick to stand tall and defend these aviators. You walked to stand in front of them, as if protecting them as you began to explain,

“Mr. Cosmo, I invited a few Naval Aviators from the Aviation base to come and share a few things with our class today, they seem to like it, and these aviators have been the absolute best with us.”

You stand there confidently with your response, believing it was the best yet. But Mr.Cosmo didn’t think so, as he sighed with irritation. He then eyed the aviators that stood behind you with utter disgust before ordering in a low, stern tone, that made your blood go to your feet.

“Get them out of my class room... now.”

Your face dropped with confusion and you stuttered,

“W-Wait sir, please- I think-“

Mr.Cosmo held up his hand to shush you up, as he warned,

“Miss... I’m not going to ask again.”

You closed your mouth and didn’t say another word to him, you instead turned to face Jake and his buddies as your apologized,

“I’m so sorry Lieutenants, you may go now. Thank you for your time and what you do for us.”

Bradley and Natasha replied in sync, while waving bye to the classroom and taking turns shaking your hand.

“Anytime, thank you.”

Jake then came last as he smiled down at you with sympathy and grace, before clutching your hand with a paper to put in it, he shook it firmly as he bid,

“Thank you and your class for making my day better Miss, the pleasure was all ours.”

If you could you would’ve ‘awed’ our loud with puppy eyes and heart floating around you, but in the reality of the moment you could only muster out,

“I appreciate you Jake- I mean Lieutenant. Thank you.”

Jake let a little chuckle slip before walking away from your presence, he then stopped in front of Mr.Cosmo, and took a deep breath while staring down at the short bald headed man, before saying,

“She did nothing wrong. So don’t get mad at her... I’m sure you’ve allowed worse to happen here with other classrooms.”

Jake then turned and winked at you, before disappearing. Your heart kinda sank when you couldn’t see or feel his presence around you anymore, but your thoughts on that feeling were long gone when you heard your boss declare,

“I have a substitute that will cover for the rest of the afternoon... you and I will talk in my office.”

2 hours later...

You still hadn’t let go of the paper Jake had given you, and you hadn’t looked at it either. You sat in your car with tears as you’re replayed your bosses cruel words,

‘What are you trying to do to my students? Recruit them to be tiny soldiers? They’re kids, when they are grown ups then they could make that decision!! Bring them a clown or something that’s for their age!! Just because you grew up with a hard life doesn’t mean that you have to let them go through it too!! Let them be kids, let them make a mess and be loud, it’s what they do! And if I hear a complaint from there parents about todays stunt you pulled, I’ll fire you. I don’t have the time or energy to fight for a stubborn woman like you, I’ll just let you go. Now, it’ll be the last time you bring these kind of shenanigans of a people to my school... and you’re suspended for a week. Now get.’

What felt like a napkin in your hands, you used to wipe your tears, and took a deep breath, then tossed the paper onto the back seat. You buckled your seat belt and started the car, turned around to look back while driving out, but that paper on the seat had something scribbled on it that caught your eye. You stepped on the brakes with quite a bit of force, and put the car in park, reached to the back to grab the paper and read the most beautiful, cursive written message,

‘From Jake, to Miss.

Meet me at Hard Deck, beautiful. I’ll buy you a drink ;)’

Your face made a pout with awe, as you reread it like six times, heart pumping harder with joy as you eyed the word, ‘beautiful’. No guy in your life has ever called you beautiful. It was either ‘sexy’ or anything that wasn’t appropriate because of your body type. But it was nice to been seen differently, or more specifically, beautiful. You then backed out and began to drive home, wanting to get a good shower first before you went to the one and only Hard Deck. You knew Hard Deck well, it was actually your favorite bar, because the people were usually very nice, Penny Benjamin, the owner herself, was the best ever and just super sweet over all (She could be a cute sass sometimes but you adored it, it was a great energy to be around, especially when she talked about her boyfriend ‘Pete’ or ‘Maverick’) You were in and out of your house in 20 mins. You now wore a cute, green dress that had a belt on the waist and was flowy on the bottom, which rested barely above your knees. Your white sandals decorated with a flower on top kept your feet and the concrete floor separated. You free styled your hair and just let it rest freely, no pins or rubber bands. Your grandmother’s gold necklace that had a gold heart locket rested on your chest and gleamed in the sun, along with your matching gold earrings, and simple, thin bracelet. Now you’re happily on your way to Hard Deck, with ‘I Ain’t Worried’ blasting loudly and pleasing your ears as you let the wind come through your lowered windows and blow against you freshly. When you see the familiar bar come into view, and smile of relief and happiness raises to your face, and before you knew it, you were already running up the steps and bursted through the wooden tall doors. You breathed in the regular scent of fresh beer and roasted peanuts, and breathed out slowly as you took in the view while stepping inside. Everything was just as great as usual, the music played oldies softly on the jukebox, the jet-decorated pools tables were occupied by competitive players, and a few sailors occupied the seats at the main bar while the rest of the customers sat happily anywhere else. You approached the bar when you saw Penny in view, the only person you really knew and got along with, and she saw you too in that moment and cheered you closer,

“Heyy girl! How have you been cutie?”

You smiled shyly as you took the seat in front of her, and rested your arms on top comfortably as you did your best to respond happily, to not show that you were still upset about today’s episode at school.

“I’ve been great! Just you know... happy that today’s Friday.”

Penny eyed your curiously as she thought for a moment then replied,

“You got into problems at the school?”

You gasped lowly before you scoffed,

“How’d you know?”

Penny gave you a wink as she set down a cold root beer in front of you,

“You have the exact same face Maverick does when he gets in trouble...”

She then waved off her assistant to take care of the orders for now as she then focused her complete attention on you as she added,

“Tell me what happened, I’m listening.”

That was all it took for you to start spilling the tea for Penny, glad to see her understand your point of view and be on your side. She was comforting to you and supported your feelings towards the whole situation. Soon when you had finished, you realized you had been there for about 30 mins, and she saw you turn to look at the entrance twice, and couldn’t help but suspect something. Her eyebrows wiggles playfully as she asked,

“So.. who are you expecting tonight?”

You look back at Penny at let out a little laugh, trying to not sound disappointed that you might of been stood up by Jake as your reply,

“Oh no one... just looking around-“

Penny narrowed her gleaming eyes at you as she interrupted,

“Cutie... don’t lie to me... I was in the same position you are in at some point in my life... who is it? Are you being stood up?”

You hung your head low as you placed the little paper on the bar,

“His name is Jake- well, Lieutenant Jake Seresin.. and well he left this in my hand after he left the classroom... is this asking for a date?”

Penny’s looked behind you at the sound of the bell ringing on the opening door, and her mouth opened wide as she put forth,

“Ooooh he just arrived! Look.”

You whipped your head so fast your surprised it didn’t snap or something of that sort, and there you saw the gorgeously handsome aviator walk in with his buddies you saw earlier that day, along with a few new faces, all who looked just as happy and friendly as him. It was like if you both were looking for each other, for instantly your eyes locked on one another. You watched Jake as he dismissed himself from his pals, then began to walk towards you with a confident walk. You turned to Penny quickly as you slightly panicked,

“Penny help me I don’t know what to do-“

She then traded your root beer for a golden whiskey, and gave you a tip of advice,

“Just be yourself, happy and charming, smart... drink this and sit back... you got this. Now drink it.”

And in seconds she turned around and began to take orders from new customers that had arrived from base, spotting their uniforms or beige khakis. You chugged the shot of whiskey then tried to call her back for help and more advice, until you heard that endearing voice catch your attention and immediately melt your frantic heart,

“Good afternoon darling.”

Your eyes followed his voice and soon you were facing Jake, taking in his appearance. He wore a simple orange t-shirt that shaped his muscular chest and brought out how big and thick his biceps were. His long meaty thighs were covered with dark blue jeans, and he appeared taller in his cowboy boots. His hair looked a little disheveled but he still seemed to rock it very effortlessly. It took every nerve in your body to not drool at this heavenly sight or even kiss his feet, and you also did your very best to not let your eyes travel and capture every part of his body and take mental pictures to keep forever. Jake didn’t catch your staring for he was more worried about being late, then he went on to explain to you why he got there late, his smile looking apologetic,

“I’m sorry I came late, my boss called us back to base for a quick check up, and I-I tried to tell him I had plans but-“

Although he looked adorable stuttering and trying to make up for his late arrival, you couldn’t let him go on thinking that he was wrong for something he couldn’t control. With a steady but sweet tone you assured him,

“No no, it’s ok. I promise... work is work. Just be glad that I’m still here and didn’t take you for a stood upper or something and just left.”

Jake threw his head back lightly as he chuckled,

“Oh no, I’m not one of those. Unless work calls me in. But thank you for staying, can I get your something? What do you like?”

His smile and bright jaded eyes were giving their full attention to you, as he awaited your answer, to which you replied with a cheeky smile,

“Surprise me.. cowboy.”

Jake raised his brows with a cute giggle,

“Ohh ok, I see where this is going. But don’t worry sugar, I got you covered.”

He sent you a wink that made a chill go up your spine as your face burned because you were flustered. You listened to him as he called out to Penny with a loud enough voice to be heard, but it still sounded super sexy and adorable,

“Penny! Penny my favorite barmaid!!”

You could see the playful smirk Penny wore as she walked towards Jake with a sarcastic tone,

“Hangman... is it a whiskey for you and for your date?”

Jake huffed a shy laugh, not realizing that Penny caught him once again with another girl, trying to find the ‘one’ as he usually said. But most of the girls he always brought only expected him to buy their drinks and take them to bed, which is something he wasn’t looking for anymore. Jake was already done with that kind of life, he was already hitting his 30s and was sick of one night stands that left him sad and alone in the mornings. Now he craved and desired someone to call ‘his own’, that wasn’t in his line of work, and could be with him for the long run... if not forever he hoped so, if they were the right person. He then turned to look at you carefully, to see if you approved of being called his date, and of course you were, as you beamed at him with your best smile. Penny soon placed two glasses of whiskey in front of you and Jake, sending you a wink as she mouthed to you,

‘It’s ok, relax.’

You sent her a subtle nod and raised your glass towards Jake as he said,

“Cheers.”

“Cheers!”

You clinked your guys’ glasses and took a sip in sync. And began to chat about ones another lives, feeling free and comfortable with one another as you opened up more and more. Funny stories were told, a couple of cheesy jokes from Jake that he swore he got from his best friend ‘Rooster’. He told you the true reason behind his callsign ‘Hangman’, to which you laughed loudly at and had to take a break from that to gain composure and some air after laughing your lungs out. Jake was having a blast as he saw how bright red your cheeks turned and the thin layer of sweat that appeared on your face from the laughing episode he put you through. (He added fake parts to the story and acted the very exaggerated parts with his hands and hilarious facial expressions. He did it mainly to see you smile, but he got a bonus when he got your natural and contagious laugh too.)

Soon when that moment died down, you told him your story and some facts about yourself, you too added a few ridiculously funny moments in your life that had him wheezing for a few seconds. (The light shade of pink on his cheeks from laughing hard looked definitely good on him) you too shared your passion and appreciation for Naval Aviation, sense your uncle was a part of it. He then connected the dots and asked if that was why you had invited them to the school,

“So that’s why you did that? No wonder! Because no one has ever pulled that before. But that’s so cool of you to do, looks liked they needed that and liked it overall.”

You nodded approvingly,

“Yup, they did...”

Then you looked down at your lap as you added,

“... but not their principal.”

Jake saw your change in expression, and placed his warm hand on your shoulder, and with a concerned tone he asked,

“He wasn’t mean to you was he? Because you did nothing wrong.”

His hand felt comforting on your shoulder, and gave you the boost you needed to answer honestly,

“He was a little mean.. he suspended me actually... saying that I was forcing something onto the kids that wasn’t appropriate for their age.”

Jake’s eyes scanned your sad face as he scoffed, not believing what he just heard,

“Are you kidding me? That’s not inappropriate at all, it’s like.. gold. Someone appreciating the military of any branch is so amazing!”

You looked up to Jake as you asked shyly,

“You think so? I mean what if he’s right-“

“RIGHT? Darling... darling... no. He’s wrong for stopping you from teaching kids the importance of The Military- or Aviation and how we serve that way. My younger self would’ve killed to have you as a teacher. He would’ve loved you that’s for sure.”

Your cheeks grew warm as you took in Jake’s words, they seemed so honest and sincere. You put your hand on his lower arm and patted it twice as you said,

“Thanks, makes me feel better about what I did.”

Jake followed your hand that left his arm and pouted for a second, wishing it stayed there longer, but he replied to you,

“You should feel good about what you did, if not proud.”

Just then a loud voice called to Jake from the back of the bar. You and Jake looked for the voice, and there you saw Bradley waving him off as he called again,

“JAKE! COME SEE THIS!! It’ll be quick!”

Jake was about to tell him ‘no’, you could see it in the way he had started shaking his head, but your put your hand on his shoulder, stopping him,

“It’s ok, you can go with them for a moment. They’re calling you, I’ll stay here and get another drink for now. Go on, sweets.”

If it wasn’t because this was the first date and he just met you, Jake would’ve kissed you so hard till you stopped breathing. No other girl in his life in the history of his dating had ever let him go with is friends for a split second. (Cause Jake’s wing buddies always wanted his attention when they felt something cool was going on and they didn’t want him to miss it.) Jake jumped off his seat and held the energy of a child as he informed you,

“Just give me a minute... I’ll be right back darling. Stay here. Penny, give her another drink. On me, please.”

There was no room for protesting when a new drink was placed in front of you, and you weren’t going to decline it when he was happily buying you drinks, so happily you too it and drank the whole thing. Feeling the beer go down to your throat into your stomach was refreshing for a minute, you no longer felt shy and uncomfortable, instead you felt strong and the boss of the hour. After downing a few more, you felt a little more loose and slightly buzzy, but still in control of yourself, or so you thought. But then someone took a seat next to you, and pulled your arm towards them as they gossiped only your ear,

“Omg your date is going hard on another girl.”

You looked at the blonde girl who was the one next to you and were completely confused as she added,

“He hasn’t let her go sense she’s approached him.”

She then gripped your jaw and turned your face to see them, in the back. And there you saw Jake’s back facing you as you saw a certain pair of hands rest on his back, as if she was hugging him. You felt a dart of hurt hit your chest as you saw them, you could only think,

‘He just left me here for her! Why would he-‘

“Do you want to get him back?”

The blondes voice brought you back to reality, and you asked for her to repeat and clarify,

“What? What do you mean?”

The blonde flipped her hair back and showed off her cute sleeveless blouse, and appealing chest. You in that moment admitted to yourself that she was so much better than you in everything, she looked perfect. You gulped down for a second as she repeated,

“If you want to get him back... you have to beat her in a beer chug, fair and square, let’s settle this like grown women if you want him.”

You looked back to look for Jake and saw him being dragged by the other girl, and sank into your seat when you saw how much more prettier she was than you.

‘Damn she’s gorgeous... beats me for sure....’

Jake’s face held a smile at you, but it didn’t look so genuine as earlier, as his arm was being held tightly by the brunette. But he was quick to muster out,

“They say you want to participate in a challenge? To win something?”

Your eyes found the blonde as you were going to say,

‘No, I don’t recall doing that.’

But the blonde answered for you as she said with a squeaky voice,

“Yes!! Her and my bestie Brenda are going to have a beer chug contest!! And who ever wins-“

She then made her head tilt towards Jake, as she ended with,

“Leaves with the prize... Let’s see who wants it more.”

Jake looked at you confused, but agreed to it when you confirmed that you’d go for it, though you weren’t totally convinced.

“Yeah... that’s.. the plan. She wanted me try it out.”

You caught the attention of the surrounding customers, and soon they began to cheer out loud, supporting the upcoming challenge. You honestly in that moment thought that Jake was behind all this, sense the brunette and blond seemed to have settled the plan already beforehand, and how the blond told you and the brunette told him. And from how she touched Jake and held his attention, it seemed like he had known her for a while and knew about this new challenge. Soon the rules were settled down, to which you didn’t hear half of, as you were too nervous about losing the challenge and losing Jake, as well as a little upset thinking that he had set you up for a challenge, thinking you were a game, and lastly you were upset that you agreed to it all because you were confused and didn’t want to say no. You stood at the pool table in the back, with 10 glasses of beer in front of you. And on the other side of the pool table, stood the brunette, with the same amount of glasses as well. In the center of the table laid a white napkin, which was to be grabbed and held up when you finished first, or at least you thought that was the reason why it was there. Penny stood at the edge of the table, and was the one to count down for it to begin. As you prepared yourself you felt a hand fall on your back, as a soft voice followed,

“You sure you’re going to do this? You don’t have to, you haven’t started.”

That was Jake who was speaking to you, but you were determined to show him and the girls, that you could take it (I mean after all you thought they were setting you up for defeat, so you wanted to prove that you could win) You sent him a firm nod,

“Yup, I got this.”

Joke didn’t look to happy by your response, which confused you for a minute, you thought he’d be smug and proud about it. But you stopped thinking about it all when you hear Penny shout,

“Ready ladies?!”

“Ready!!”

“Definitely.”

After saying ‘definitely’, you took a deep breath and waited for the bell to ring, which came quickly,

DING DING DING!!!!

“GO!!”

The cheers of the bar grew so loud when the challenge began, some screaming the brunette’s name and others screaming the word ‘CHUG’. You were downing your 4th cup when you heard a familiar Texan accent shout from behind you,

“Come on!! You got this Teacher girl!! Go go go!! Dagger Squad, cheer her on with me!!”

Soon you heard more people cheer you on, calling you ‘Miss’ or ‘Teacher’, which to you thought was kinda cute to be honest. You were on your 7th cup, thinking you were going to be able to take down the rest, until a stabbing pain hit your stomach, making you put your cup down and groan. Jake was quick to grab your waist as he asked worriedly,

“Hey hey! are you ok? Talk to me.”

But the blonde pulled him away as she warned him,

“You can’t help her or talk to her until she’s finished, just let her be. Move back.”

Jake grew a little upset as some people agreed with her, and made him move back from you. You missed his touch and voice, but nonetheless decided to keep on, taking on the last cups like a champ. Everyone around began to shout in sync as you almost finished up,

“CHUG CHUG CHUG!!”

You really didn’t want to be kicked out, but your tummy couldn’t take anymore, you had 3 glasses of beer left out of the 10. You felt your tummy clench again in pain, but this time it was worse, like if someone was pulling your intestines out, but thankfully you were miraculously on the last cup. You slammed the empty glass of beer onto the bar, making it bounce and fall over. Then you reached for the napkin, and you lifted it up up, thinking you were doing the right thing. But that’s when you heard a few disappointed ‘ohs’ and a silence fill the room, which made you drop the napkin and look around, seeing the people’s faces look sad and sympathetic for you. You scrunched up your face with pain that started to grow in your stomach more as you asked curiously,

“What’s wrong?”

The blonde came to stand in front of you as she boasted,

“You silly bitch, I didn’t say who finished first won, I said you lost if you raised your napkin first... but sense you were such in a hurry to win someone that isn’t fit for you, you didn’t listen. And now you lost.”

You felt a twist of pain stab your gut, along with a wave of embarrassment and shame hit you. You felt the tears beginning to grow in your eyes as you realized that you had been played, played horribly. Slamming your debit card onto the pool table you put forth,

“Let’s carry on with the deal. I lost, I’ll pay for everyone’s drinks.”

The blonde pushed your card back to you as she shook her head ‘no’, having a blast as she watched your face showing pain and confusion,

“Nuh uuuhhh.... the loser gets thrown out, by the winner. Girls! I need assistance!!”

You held your hands up as you protested,

“Wait- I didn’t know! Hold on!-“

All the seagulls that rested peacefully on the beach ground in front of Hard Deck all flew away when the heard a loud ‘Thud’ and groan of pain leave someone’s lips, yours, as you hit the ground painfully. You rolled onto your back slowly as you tried not to move too much, you had landed on your tummy, and face planted into the sand. You thought you’d could lay there for a few seconds, to collect yourself to cry later, but your stomach had different plans, when it chose to reject all the liquor you had drunk. You felt it coming and came up to a quick stand and made it to the closest trash bin before heaving everything out. You hugged the top of the bin as you gave everything away, soon your body was trembling with pain and from the amount of force it was taking you to get rid of everything. After what felt like eternity, it all stopped, and now you stayed there letting the salvia from your lips fall into the bin and your tears from your eyes follow, as your began to sob. You should’ve known that that blonde was up to something, and that she was lying, but you were blinded by the fear of losing Jake to a girl you thought was far better than you, so you didn’t see it. From the distance you heard shouting, but chose to ignore it for now,

‘It’s probably someone else’

You thought that as you continued to hear that person shout, but soon the words became understandable, and your ears perked up at it,

“HEY MISS! Sweetheart where are you?!”

That was Jake, once again, his voice so smooth but still showing worry, as it came closer and closer to you, but now gave words that were to comfort you,

“Oh Sweet stars... it’s ok.. I’m right here. I -I brought your stuff too. You’re ok..”

You nodded at his information and soon felt your hair being pulled up and held in his hands, clearing it from your face so it wouldn’t get dirty. You were about to call Jake out for the beer challenge but then the wave of shame hit you again, and you started throwing up again. He rubbed your back and stood tall, blocking you from others seeing you. When you finished you wanted to try against and call him out for the beer challenge, but his next words stopped you as he confessed,

“Sweetheart.. God, they played you... you shouldn’t have listened to them. Even if you thought that they looked cooler or would mock you. Why did you say, yes? Now your tummy’s hurting.”

His free palm rested on your stomach rubbing it slowly as to comfort you, and feeling his touch made you cry,

“I thought it was your plan.... and I wanted to do it for you... like to.. damn it.. I don’t know.”

You then stood up and wiped you mouth with your hands, not willing to face him as you started to cry silently. You faced the trash can, but was pulled away from it by the hand until you stood far away from it, near the shore. Jake put your bag on the sand by your feet before grabbing your hands to say,

“It’s wasn’t my plan at all.. I thought it was yours.. but then I heard them laughing and saying that they had won me or some garbage like that... saying that you had fallen into their trap. That’s when I knew it was all a set up. I told Penny about their dirty bet, and she is making them pay for mistreating you... and I came to look for you.”

You looked up and Jake and asked,

“But why? Why would you come for me... I’m not the kind of girl you want to be around.. I’m not like.. them you know?”

Jake let go of one hand and held you chin as he asked in a whisper,

“Why would you put yourself in such a vulnerable position then... for me?”

Hearing Jake whisper his concern to you only made your knees grow weaker to stand on, and more tears fall out,

“I.. I guess I was trying to impress you. I want to be that kind of girl you want.. and I thought I’d do that if I won the challenge.”

You kept her head hung low, ashamed and afraid that Jake might confirm what you feared most, the fact that no one could ever be impressed by you. You were a lonely woman, who depended on crazy teenagers to make you happy and keep you company during the day. You had a hard and long job, trying to steer these young people to success all while trying to raise yourself as well. At night the silence and darkness took over and the only place to hide from it was under your fluffy comforters. So, with all this, you could never be the dream girl all guys or even girls wanted, so were ready to give it up, walk away, and never see Hard Deck or Jake again, it’ll all be too humiliating once again. You then bent down to pick up your bag from the sandy ground, brushing off the few pecks of sand that stubbornly stayed on. With your sad eyes locked to the ground you began to shift your feet away from Jake and let his hands go as you said in a soft voice, trying to hide your embarrassment,

“I’m so sorry.. It’s was nice meeting you Jake, goodbye-“

A warm large hand grabbed your wrist gently as his sweet voice followed,

“Woah woah where do you think your going? No... stay, it’s ok.”

You looked up at Jake confused, while he tugged you closer to him to stand in front of his broad form. Before you could question his motive or moves, he explained clearly and expressively with glistening, caring eyes,

“You don’t need to impress me, I’m not- a King or something. I don’t expect you to be like everyone else either, it’s ok to be different. You’re more than ok, your amazing actually. You don’t have to be like them to be great. I mean, I could never handle so many young- crazy kids at once... I can barely handle myself... but you? Damn... I’d kill to have a day in your life... so I could feel what being patient and tolerant and so sweet is like.”

The clean, beach air got caught in your throat as you took in Jake’s sincere words, not being able to fully believe that he was being honest, until he added,

“Believe me... I’ve never seen such a woman like you, and that’s... you’re so much better than anything. Forget everything that happen today, that doesn’t count.”

You could tell Jake was getting more flustered by his own words, as he worded out what he felt about you he grew more shy about himself. His proud, smirk was long gone and the playful cockiness in his tone had too vanished, now it was replaced with softness, and a true calamity and comfort. You tried not to cry, out of finally feeling and being seen or out of relief that he didn’t let you go like everyone else always did, but you successfully failed when his calloused thumb found your cheek to wipe away your fallen tears. He then caressed your cheek and let his loving gaze search your face, patiently waiting for you to say anything back. You looked down quickly to gather your words, but he tilted your chin up to face him as he put forth,

“Look at me when you say it, don’t hide.”

You opened your mouth then closed it, the words were all there but just couldn’t come out, it was like if your speaking ability had just failed you. So you did what you thought best to express your gratitude and feelings, you then threw yourself into his arms and wrapped your arms around his waist, tugging your head impossibly close to his chest, so close you could hear the change in his heartbeat, from slow and steady, to a now faster pace.

A low ‘oh’ was heard above you, but you didn’t dare let go, you just held on. And very soon you felt his arms come around you too and hug you tightly, along with a kiss on your head with a bonus,

“I got you... I got you sweetheart.”

Once hidden in the safety and comfort of his arms, you grew the confidence to confess with a little sniffle,

“Thank you Jake... f-for seeing me.”

Jake awed with sincerity and pulled you away by the shoulders, then cradled your face as he looked down to see your full face, which was now adorning tear streaks and bright pink cheeks. A cute, soft smile lifted on his face, as he cooed,

“I’ve seen you sense the beginning... and God I can’t peel my eyes off of you... I really like you.”

Your eyebrows shot up with surprise and your mouth fell open, but you nonetheless, even in your shock state of this gorgeous man’s confession, you were able to reply back clearly with honesty,

“I really like you too.”

You were able to see Jake drop his shoulders as if he was relieved, and his smile grew even larger, which made you even more happy and comfortable with him. But then you saw a sudden change in the way he held your face, and how his face began to hold a look of serious concentration, you raised your hands and held onto his wrists, as you worded nervously,

“Jake-“

“May I kiss you?”

His interruption wasn’t missed, and neither was your excited answer,

“Yes! Wait but I threw up-“

Jake chuckled and shrugged,

“I don’t care.”

“Oh- oomph!!”

When Jake’s lips connected to yours, it was like if all the buried mines that held onto fear of not being loved or of being rejected, which rested on the field of your life, buried in your heart, had exploded and disappeared. All were replaced with a flower of love that Jake began to plant in your new garden. Butterflies exploded in her chest and set free everything you had always wanted to feel. Your palms rested on his chest as he tugged you closer and dipped your head to the side, wanting to gain more of your kiss and deepen it, deepen it like he was deepening his new love and desire for you. You wouldn’t care if the world ended all around you, or if the stars fell all around you, you knew you’d stay in this place and moment with Jake, for here, in his arms with his lips on yours, you felt safe and held, even with your guys’ eyes closed, trying to embrace the moment, you felt seen. When you pulled away for air Jake chased your lips, pecking them a couple more times before resting his lips on your forehead, keeping them there as he held you in a hug. You grew comfortable in his embrace, but your tummy was still upset, making painful turns inside which caused you to hide your face in his chest and whimper. Jake cooed you to stay strong for him, as he instructed,

“Hold onto my neck, sweetheart.”

You whimpered an ‘ok’ as you did just that, not expecting him to move quickly and pick you up bridal style, beginning to walk towards the parked vehicles as he said,

“Let me take care of you... do you like Mac and cheese? I make the best.”

You peeked your head out of his chest as you beamed,

“Really! I love Mac and cheese... would you-“

“Of course! I’ll make you that and uh.. um... we’ll take it to your house, or do you want to stay at mine? Is that too weird?”

Kissing Jake’s jaw you answered,

“I can stay at yours... as long as I get my Mac and cheese.. I’ll be just fine.”

With a sigh Jake replied,

“Great! I’ll be happy with that-“

“Oh but wait!!”

You then clutched Jake’s shirt as you cried,

“I need my teddy bear Mr.Snuggles, I can’t sleep without him!! He’s like my sleeping support friend.”

Jake stopped in his tracks and looked down at you, not being able to help himself as he fell harder for your and your different but adorable behavior. He kissed your forehead and promised,

“I’ll be your Mr.Snuggles tonight, don’t you worry darling.”

He began to walk to his truck and listened to you as you asked,

“You like snuggles? Because I’ll hug tight and all.”

He helped you in the truck and buckled you as he assured you with one big kiss on the cheek,

“All I want is you... to be with you and to feel you, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I want to protect that as much as possible... and give you as many snuggles as possible. Everything you’ll ever need.. I‘lol take care of. Ok?”

You nodded and cherished his gaze on you, as he lastly said,

“I see you.”

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 9 months

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Just You and Me

Brb, crying, screaming, sliding down the wall...... i really let my delusions write this one for me omggg

Hope y'all enjoy!!

All the love ~ lunar

Pairing: Yuta x fem!reader

Wc: 2.57k

Warnings: Mentions of stress, anxious feelings, overwhelmed feelings, potentially the fluffiest fluff i've ever written

You're new to the world of fame. As exciting as it all is, you have also found it to be very overwhelming. People have been telling you your whole life that you should be a model, and one day you decided to just go for it. What did you have to lose right? When you were accepted by the top modeling agency of Seoul, you felt so many different emotions. Excitement, nerves, even fear, yet you went with it, wanting to see where this life would lead you.

It's been a month since you have moved to Seoul, and things have been chaotic, to say the least. You have made many friends from all over the world, and that has helped you with the transition, but you often felt that you have no time for yourself. Everyday you wake up, go to the photo shoot that is scheduled for the day, stand in front of cameras, sit in the dressing room changing looks, and when you are up for it, you get dinner with some of the other models. Everyday, the same routine, though you still feel the excitement with the variety of shoots you have been scheduled for. Still, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. Today is the first day you have not had a schedule in a month. What better way to relax than reading in a coffee shop? Lucky for you, you have found one in a rather quiet area, and have made friends with the staff. Walking in, they greet you with a smile, and prepare your coffee for you.

“No schedules today?”

“Nope, not today.” “Good, you deserve some time to relax too. Stay as long as you would like, let us know if you need anything.”

“Thank you so much!”

Walking to a quiet corner of the coffee shop, you settle in and begin reading your book. A psychological thriller. Becoming beyond invested in your book, you fail to hear the group of boys walking, talking and laughing rather loudly. Other customers who are enjoying the peace give them sideways looks, while you keep your nose in your book. With the intensity of your reading, you also fail to notice that you have caught their attention. It’s no secret that you have become well known, and you stick out like a sore thumb as is, being a foreigner. It’s a wonder that the group didn’t notice you sooner.

Sitting in a different corner of the coffee shop, one of the boys in particular cannot take his eyes off of you. As the rest of the group continues talking and laughing with each other, there he sits, quietly observing you. He knows exactly who you are, yet to the world, the real you is still a mystery. One that he intends to uncover. In fear that he will lose his opportunity, he gets up, leaving the group of boys confused as he walks to you. Eyes wide open, and jaws on the floor, the group watches intently as the man approaches you.

“Hello, is this seat taken?” He says upon arriving at the table you are seated at, drawing your attention away from the book you are completely engrossed in.

“It's all yours.” You reply with a gentle smile, hoping your excitement is contained enough not to make the man uncomfortable.

If there is one thing that the world knows about you, it's that you have an immense sense of confidence. Not that you think you are better than anyone else, more so that you know your worth, and know that you work hard for the accomplishments you have received thus far. However, being caught off guard by someone you have admired for years, has your confidence slipping a little bit.

“You're y/n right? The recent model sensation?”

“And you're Yuta, K-Pop sensation?” You reply with your own question that you clearly know the answer to.

“So you do know me?”

“Yeah, big fan actually.”

“I'm honored that someone as beautiful as you is a fan of mine.”

“I could say the same about you.”

It's beginning to become a battle of confidence between the two of you, trying to see who will crack first. Everyone knows of Yuta’s confidence in himself. He knows he's attractive, and now, as much confidence you show to the world, Yuta himself is finding out just how unintimidated you are. Little does he know, you are actually screaming on the inside, though that is something that you refuse to show him.

After some time conversing with him, he must return to his schedules. Leaving you with a smirk, and his phone number, you feel like you are finally able to breathe. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you decide to head home for the evening, hoping that your flustered state will stay at bay until you are in the comfort of your apartment.

Immediately after closing the door, you happily dance all of the nerves out of your body. Still in shock from talking to THE Yuta Nakamoto, you sit on your couch and attempt to process what happened. Looking at the phone number, you debate on messaging him, thinking it could be too soon, but also thinking, what do you have to lose?

“Is this THE Yuta Nakamoto?” you message, making your joking sarcasm evident enough.

“No way, is this the y/n?” He replies, making you smile as he returns your energy.

The rest of the night is spent on and off messaging him, as he can only text when he has a break with his schedule. Giggles fill your apartment, and the feeling of butterflies is something that you can't contain. Little did you know, Yuta has the same feelings as you. Constantly smiling at his phone, and an immense feeling of butterflies in his stomach. This feeling for him is new. It's rare when he finds someone that he wants to constantly talk to, but he knows that this is the case when he feels the frustration of having to leave the conversation for his schedule. All he wants to do is talk to you. He likes your confidence, and witty comments. He finds it refreshing that someone can match his humor and return it just as well as he can. Both of you can already tell, this is the start of an amazing friendship, maybe even something more.

3 months later

It's now been four months of living in Seoul, and things are just as chaotic as ever. Though you have gotten used to the schedules and constant cameras, you find the most peace when you are with Yuta. Being that you have met all of NCT at this point, most, if not all, of your free time is spent with them. They have become your family, and slowly but surely, Yuta has become your home away from home. Many nights are spent in comfortable silence with him, the two of you doing your own things, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Upcoming events include more photo shoots, as well as your first invite to an award show. The show itself is for K-Pop, though you have been invited as well, being that you are one of the most well known individuals in all of South Korea at this point. Having you there is huge for publicity, being that you have been able to make friendships with many K-Pop idols. Plus, you want to go to show your support for your friends.

With only a few days till the award show, on the outside you are as confident as ever. But internally, you are completely overwhelmed, which is something that Yuta is not blind to. He knows you better than anyone else. He knows that you struggle in large crowds, but you refuse to show it. He knows that this will be the first large event you have ever attended, and your stubbornness refuses to let you show your nerves. What makes you the most nervous, is that you and Yuta are already being swarmed with dating rumors. You know how deeply that can affect not only your career, but his moreso. The rumors flying around have had you on edge for weeks, and though Yuta does a great job of calming you down when he is with you, all of those same anxious feelings are persistent.

You have hid the fact that you want to be with Yuta well, at least you thought you have. Even the photographs that have been taken of the two of you have shown nothing but a platonic relationship, refusing to so much as brush hands with him in public. Even in the privacy of your apartment, or his dorm, the only physical contact is a hug when he knows that you are not okay. Nothing more, nothing less. You have it set in your mind that he wants nothing more than a friendship with you, because as good as you are at hiding your feelings, he's just slightly better at it.

The day of the award show arrives, and you wake up nauseous, unable to keep any food down from the anxious feeling you have. You are put in the most beautiful black dress you have ever seen. Long, and form fitting, with a hint of sparkle. Diamonds drape across your neck, and hang from your ears, with a stunning makeup look done by your artists. It is easily the most elegant you have ever looked, and you are hoping that you will be able to make it through the award show without ruining the look.

Getting into the car, you take as many deep breaths as you can before arriving at the venue. Your style team is riding with you, doing their best to calm you down, yet the only person who you want to be with is him. Doing your best to control your anxiety, you are taken back by the sight you are greeted with when you arrive.

All of NCT has cleared a path, waiting patiently for you to arrive, with none other than Yuta standing at the end, waiting to escort you to your seat, which he has also made sure is right next to him. Getting out of the car, all of the guys begin to whistle at the sight of you looking like true royalty, while Yuta looks at you as if you yourself hung the stars in the sky. He is left speechless, as he extends his hand to you. Reaching for him, he can feel you shaking, yet your eyes never leave his.

“You look stunning, y/n.” He says with a starstruck expression.

“Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself.” You say, returning the compliment with a gentle smile.

“You know, these dating rumors are only going to get worse with all of this right?” You say with an uneasy tone, trying to avoid eye contact with the swarm of paparazzi around you.

“Let them. I want the world to know that the most beautiful woman in the world is mine.”

Finally, after months, you are left speechless. His words take your typical confidence, and leave you at a loss for words. Of course, he notices, and flashes you that smirk that makes your knees weak. After months of a battle of confidence, you are the one who breaks. You are the one left flustered, and he is enjoying not only your dress now, but your speechless state. As if that would be the end of it, you are led to an extremely crowded room. Pausing at the door, you feel a hand on the small of your back, with Yuta in your ear.

“Don't worry pretty girl, I'm not letting go.”

With that you take a deep breath, and start walking again. Your confidence is something Yuta has always admired, but your brave heart is what captured his. No matter how nervous you are, you always continue forward. He's mesmerized by you in every way possible, and he is making it known to the world. Finally reaching your seats, people are looking at the two of you with curious eyes. Yuta, taking notice of you looking around the room, places his hand on your leg, capturing your attention.

“Don't look at them, look at me. It's just you and me.” His words calm your wandering mind, and he sees you relax slightly, which brings a smile to his lips. Throughout the night, Yuta would say things like this when he notices you tense up. “You're doing good, pretty girl, confident as ever.” Though he knows your confidence is faltering. He keeps a hand on you at all times, knowing that you find solace in him being around. For the first time in your life, you find yourself enjoying the chaps of a crowded room, filled with wandering eyes, and cheers, and slowly, you begin to release the tension that you are feeling, which puts Yuta at ease as well. The night is filled with laughter, cheers and applause, and light hearted jokes, and you wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else by your side.

As things wind to an end, you are escorted back to your car by Yuta, who leaves you with a kiss on your knuckles. A bashful smile plastered on your lips, you look at him as if he is the only one in the world, and in that moment, he is. Getting into the car, he closes the door, and rushes to the driver, whispering something in their ear. Curiosity sparks in your mind, as he looks back at you and sends you a wink. Driving home, you can't help but wonder what he said, until you finally realize that the driver has taken the route to Yuta’s dorm, where he is waiting for you.

Walking up to him yet again, he takes you inside, and gives you some more comfortable clothes to change into. After throwing on his tee shirt and sweats that he handed you, you meet him in the living room, where he takes you by the hand, and swoops you off your feet, literally.

“The night’s not over, pretty girl.” Carrying you outside, to see a tarp hung in the trees, a bluetooth projector, fairy lights, and candles, he somehow managed to have your own private after party set up before you got there, rendering you speechless, yet again. Setting you back down on your feet, you look at the sight in front of you in awe, but Yuta is only looking at you. He takes you to sit down, before grabbing your hand again.

“Welcome to the after party.”

“Yuta, this is stunning! How did you manage all of this?”

“I had some help.”

“ I love it.”

“I meant what I said earlier, about the prettiest girl in the world being mine, but you didn't say anything back.” he says, letting his own nerves finally surface. Something you catch onto quickly. Before he can say anything else, you pull him into a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

“I wouldn't want to be with anyone else. I'm all yours.” You say, looking deep into his eyes, as he is now speechless. Pulling you into another kiss, the two of you spend the night watching movies, laughing at the terrible jokes being made, and simply enjoying quality time together. The perfect ending to a day that is now engraved in your mind.

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azalea-romanoff · 26 days

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HAPPY AUTISM AWARENESS DAY!

First: happy autism awareness day to all my mun/mods with autism or who have characters with autism. (in my case, it's both!)

So in honour of Autism Awareness Day and month, I'd like to tell you all about my levels of autism <3

Tics and Fidgets: I'm on the spectrum such that I have a lot of tics and fidgets. Usually it's the repititions which feel nice, and it can often annoy others. I have a tendency to: click my tongue, snap my fingers, flap my hands, rock back and forth, and i make popping sounds. the more subtle tics are pulling my hair, picking my fingernails.

Poor Eye contact: Poor eye contact with me is only with people i don't know or during stressful situations. like if i'm in a meeting with Nick Fury, i'll be fine. but if i'm greeting new agents? hell no. (//ooc: i can talk to my class teacher just fine, but with maybe the delivery man, a cashier, i can't look them in the eyes.).

Abnormal Posture: ...as an agent, this is a huge no-no. the only reason i got the job is because my abnormal posture is literally me just keeping my fists clenched at all times, and keeping my left foot a bit more in front of the other. a tense fighting stance if you will. Convenient!

Anxiety: Shockingly, it's low! I only get anxious in places which are too loud or too far from home. loud places make me really anxious because it means i have too many thoughts in my head and too many things to process at a time. and being deaf, too, with hearing aids, it makes it 100x tougher. Sorry, but Azalea Romanoff-Maximoff isn't the girl you take to a party or a club.

Social Difficulty: I have moderately high social difficulty. as in, i have trouble communicating my thoughts when in big groups, and making friends is a bit...daunting as a task. And sometimes i miss on non-verbal cues like sarcasm, subtle joking, even a few metaphors here and there. So iF YOU NEED A SPECIFIC BIRTHDAY GIFT, TELL ME TO MY FACE. DON'T HINT IT-? I WILL LITERALLY NOT GET YOUR POINT.

Noise Sensitivity: ...have you met me? i am VERY sensitive to noise. Vacuum cleaners, power drills, gunshot sounds (//ooc: movies, especially), someone typing loudly on their laptop, so many of these day-to-day sounds drive me to a meltdown sometimes because it's just so annoying.

Abnormal/Flat Speech: Nope. Most people can tell how i'm feeling by my voice, except in situations where i'm confused on how to react. like if someone says they're pregnant, i'll just say 'oh, nice.' like, are you happy or sad or like-? eH???

Fixations: I have plenty. But my biggest ones? Top Three: Animals, History, Space. iF i get bored, i will literally talk about this for hours, and dare you show even an iota of interest in the same, my friend you're gonna be there a WHILE.

Depression: only on sensory overload days, or on days where i randomly get sad. a result of the anxiety, honestly. i think wayyyyy too many 'what if' scenarios.

Aggression: And finally, I'm not a very aggressive person. Only if i'm very overstimulated, if i'm not being heard, or if i'm just having a bad day in general, i might break a pencil or two. maybe throw a few books down a shelf.

BONUS: soooo i hate the colour yellow or anything that is yellow. like, i haven't ever touched a banana. my favourite colour is red, and my favourite animal is the panda. i hate the feeling of shag carpets and i don't like the feeling of nylon on skin. i don't like the scratchiness of yarn and i don't like the sound of chalk on a chalkboard. i do like the hum of an air conditioner though, and looking outside a window helps calm me down.

SO that's all about my autism! I hope i made you all aware! Reach out to any fellow autistic people you may know, and do find out about their fixations, if they're non-verbal or verbal. accept them for who they are, don't try and fix them.

autism isn't a disease. our minds are just wired differently. if you can figure out how a complex video game works within 24 hours, how hard can a person be?

🤟 love you all!

bellow is my autism spectrum evaluation results (mod's) for people who are close to me, like @moongirlwidow @wandabug @supermilkshakebanana @nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol @capt-carter-mostly-official @esmerxyaugusta and @pietro-maximoff-official <3

#marvel oc #rp oc #marvel rp #azalea romanoff-maximoff #autistic oc #autism awareness day #actually autistic #deaf autistic

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 5 months

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Russian Elevator-Steve Harrington

A/n: All right normally I wouldn't write an episode from Stranger Things because a lot of the show is glory which makes me get very squeamish but this one is fine for me. Plus this scene is so funny to me.

-Samantha

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Your POV

All five of us were standing in front of the boxes we were debating on opening it. Well I was because it might be dangerous. I saw Steve cut into it which made me flip out. " Steve!" I whisper shouted

He glanced my way, but just continued to open it. Inside the brown box was another box. " Guys, let's think before we open that." I stated

They all just glanced at me which made me say...

" It could be dangerous."

All Steve did was turn the handle of the container. The container made a hissing noise. He pulled the lid off which had us looking down into it. " That's definitely not Chinese food." Steve stated

I glanced at him before looking back down at it. Steve then placed the lid down getting ready to take one of them out. " Um, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back." He said

Robin, Erica and I moved some steps back. " No." Dustin immediately said

" Just...step back, okay?" Steve told him pushing him some.

" No." He said

I sighed about to pull him to me. " Dustin please come over here."

All he did was glance at me. Steve then told him again, " Step back. Seriously, your going to stress out Y/n more."

Dustin just kept saying...

" No! No!"

Robin and Erica glanced my way before watching the scene unfold. Dustin then stated...

" If you die, I die."

The both of them just had a staring contest until Steve said, " Okay."

I felt my eyes widen. " Steve!"

" What!" he said

" Really" I said disappointed

He just shrugged back, and went back to the box. He pulled out the bottle looking thing filled with green liquid. I wanted to get closer to them, but Robin put her arm up to prevent me from walking any closer. " What the hell?" Steve mumbled

" What is that?" Robin then questioned

Before any of us could say anything, the room suddenly moved. I started to get more anxious. " Was that just me, or did the room move?" Dustin asked

I let out a shaky breath. " Nope, that was real."

" Booby traps." Erica whispered

I turned to look at her. I heard a motor of some sort and then saw Robin move. " You know what? Let's just grab that and go." She told us

She then grabbed the vile green liquid and rushed to the door. I felt frozen like I couldn't move. " This is all just a bad dream." I whispered

I saw Steve glancing at me to check up on me. Dustin was trying to open the door. " Which one do I press, Erica?" She let out a groan, " Just push the damn button, nerd."

If I was so scared I would have said something. " Which one? I'm pressing the button, okay?" Dustin questioned again

I could feel my hands shaking knowing we were trapped with no way out. I could now feel Steve behind me which made me calm down some. " Press 'open door.'" Erica shouted

" Guys shouting won't help." I said which didn't do anything because they kept arguing and shouting. " I'm pressing 'open door.'"

Steve then walked over to help. " Just open the..." he started messing with the buttons. " Press the other buttons." He finished

While he was messing with the buttons I moved closer to Robin. " Out of the way so she can push the button..." She said to the boys. Dustin and Steve started arguing which made me roll my eyes. " Just open the door!" Robin shouted

I heard this big clang which made me nervous again. I think Steve heard it because he looked directly at me. The door slammed shut which had us all panicked. Then the lights started flickering then the room started moving, which had us all screaming. " Oh shit." Steve said, watching the room move up. I couldn't move to him because of how fast the room was moving. I just held on to the table praying it will stop soon.

Steve's POV

All I could focus on was screaming. I glanced to see if Y/n was anywhere near me which she was. " Shit! Shit!" I heard Dustin repeating over and over again. " We're going down! We're going down!" I stated

" Yeah, no shit, Harrington." Robin shouted

" Thanks captain obvious." Y/n sarcastically said

" Why don't these buttons work?!" Dustin shouted

I heard Y/n groan which made me turn. I was relieved to fins her still standing. I then saw Erica moving to help. " Press the button!"

Which got Dustin to shout back, " What do you think I'm doing?!"

I then got into it as well. " Just press the button!" All I could hear was more screaming. " Push it." Erica shouted

I then crashed right into the wall behind me. Everyone else hit the ground as well. I then felt weight crash into my side. I found Y/n's (y/h/c) hair. Before I could ask her if she was okay a box fell on top of me. "My groin, It fell on my groin." I groaned in pain and yelled...

" Dustin!"

I heard Robin and Y/n let out a sigh. I was growing impatient. " Get this off me!" Dustin came over to help me. " I can't move." I let out a grunt and got up with the help of Y/n.

Your POV

I saw Robin holding her head getting worried, but before I could ask she said, " Is everyone okay?"

Before anyone could answer her, Steve shouted, " Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" He then pushed Dustin out of the way to try to get us out. Robin calmly stated, " I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work."

I walked up to him and tried to pull him away. He then turned super fast which made me back up. " They're buttons, they have to do something." Robin then pointed out, " Yeah, if we had a keycard."

I looked to see she was right. I let out a sigh knowing we're stuck in here. " A what?" Steve questioned, he turned again to face Robin. " It's an electronic lock." She then moved over to the door saying, " Same as the loading dock lock. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning..."

Dustin finished, " We're stuck in here."

I let out a groan of frustration. " Yeah." Robin answered

Erica then stated, " Just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's and Tina always covers for me." She then turned to face Dustin and then back to us saying....

" But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four especially you Y/n are responsible. She's gonna hunt you down, one by one and slit your throat."

" Erica..." I started but was interrupted by Steve saying, " I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! You're mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!" I let out a sigh and put my hand gently on his arm to calm him down some. He turned his head and gave a sad smile. I just gave a small one back in return. Dustin then interrupted the tension in the room to ask...

" Hey! What if we climbed out?" pointing to the top where there was a screen. I watched Steve and Dustin climb up. I walked over to one of the walls to lean against it to wait.

Steve's POV

I woke up to hearing Dustin. I groaned and got up from the floor and gently moved Y/n/n's head to not wake her. I climbed up to find him using his walkie talkie. " Hey, gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery." I climbed the rest of the way up when Dustin said,

" The mall just opened." I grew confused as to how that would help. " So?"

He then stated, " So someone could be in range." I grew a little irritated. " What do you think Petey the Mall cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?" I then pushed myself up to stand on the ground. " All right, why are you such, a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with your girlfriend and Robin."

" Shh! Jesus Christ. Y/n is still sleeping, so don't wake her."

" I heard you and Robin talking all night." he said

I sighed, " We were trying to figure out a way to open up the door while you children were sleeping. After hours, we're still exactly nowhere, which is probably just a little bit of the reason why I'm feeling just a tad cranky."

Your POV

I woke up to find Steve missing. I think Robin could tell I was panicking. " Steve went to go talk to Dustin." I let out a sigh of relief. I was about to go up there until Robin said, " Can you redirect your stream, please?"

I felt a shiver go up my spine. " Gross." I mumbled

I then heard banging and when I turned I found Erica hitting the vile on something. Robin ran over with me. " Hey, hey! be careful, careful, careful!" She grabbed it out of her head and handed it to me. " We don't even know what that is."

Erica then stated, " Exactly. It could be useful." I looked at her confused. " Useful how?" Robin questioned

" We can survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn't get water it will die." I looked at her crazy. " I hate to break it to you..." Robin started

I finished holding up the vile. " But this is not water."

Erica then argued, " No, but it's a liquid, and if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink." I handed it to Robin before grabbing Erica's shoulders. " Listen, I'm the one watching you! And if you die in my care your mom will kill me, so you are staying away from that."

All she did was roll her eyes. She then ripped the vile out of Robin's hands which had me wrestling it from her. Robin walked up to the door and put her ear up to it. " What!" I whisper shouted

Robin didn't answer, she just climbed up to let Steve and Dustin know. " We've got company." We all then climbed up to hide. Steve helped us all up so it was faster. Steve was watching the guys before telling us to be quiet even though we said nothing. I saw Steve getting ready to jump down to hold the elevator doors. " Let's go!" I threw Erica's backpack down which he caught. One by one we all jumped down. First was Erica. "Go, go, go, go, go, go." Steve rushed " I'm going!" I heard Erica say, " Henderson. Go, go." Robin was next then I went. The vile was about to break while Steve was pushing his way through. I moved back when the vile broke." Jesus Christ." Steve said, " Ooh!" Erica stated

I held her back, while Robin asked..." You still wanna drink that?" Dustin then stood up to find out how long of a walk it would be. " Holy mother of God." I turned my head which made the other three see what he was fussing about. " Well..." Steve paused

He grabbed my hand before continuing, " Hope you guys are in good shape." He tapped Dustin's chest with his other hand saying...

" Looking at you, roast beef." I then slapped Steve on the back of the head. " Really, don't be so mean to him." The rest just followed us down the long hallway.

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It was about like two hours in and Dustin broke the silence. " I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive."

I let out a small chuckle. " What are you talking about? It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exit, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell."

I agreed with him, but didn't say anything. " They're commies. You don't pay people, they cut corners." Erica stated

Steve looked over at me confused. I just shrugged also confused. " To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking." Robin said

Before she could continue I said, " Exactly, they probably ride golf carts or something just to get around."

They continued talking while I started wondering about the others. " No!no!no. No, don't lump Y/n and I in with them. We're not nerds, all right?" Steve said, snapping me out of my head. " Why so sensitive, Harrington?" Robin questioned

I followed, " Yeah, babe, it's okay to be a nerd you know." Robin then mocked him in question," Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?"

I let out a laugh which made Steve hit my head. " No, I'm just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus." I looked at him confused. " Promethium. Promethium is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I'm saying is, it's probably being used to make something." Dustin told us

" Or power something." Robin questioned

I just stayed super quiet because I didn't know what to say.

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All of a sudden the walkie was going off. We all rushed to hear it. " It's the code." Robin stated

" Wherever that broadcast is coming from..." Robin and I both said, " It's close." She then said, " And if there's one thing we know about that signal..."

" It can reach the surface." Dustin stated

I smiled and followed Robin. All of us were hiding behind a wall cause of the Russians around Steve peeked his head around to make sure it was clear. " Okay, clear, come on, let's go." I made sure the kids went in front of me so I was behind them. " Okay, that was close." Robin exclaimed

" Too close." Dustin also exclaimed

Steve turned for a split second and said, " Relax." He then turned back around. " All right? Relax, nobody saw..." he paused

I got scared, " What?" I whispered

I didn't get an answer from him because I walked out and saw a bunch of people. " Shit!" Steve exclaimed

We all immediately ducked so we were out of the view. " You saw the comms room?" Steve asked

I looked at them confused. " What?" " Are you sure?" Dustin asked

I saw Steve peek out which made me a little scared. He then turned to Erica confused. Robin then glanced at the both of us and said, " I'll take those odds." I asked " Are you sure?" She nodded

Steve just let out a sigh. We all then looked at the room. Then all moved back. Steve then whispered, " All right, we're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low. Okay?" Robin then said, " Okay."

We all then moved which led me to being behind the kids again. We then leaned behind a box before taking off again. Steve turned to make sure everyone was still by him. " Shh! Move it." I nodded to him letting him know we are there. Steve then watched the door. " Let's go!" He then got up running to the door. We all made it in. I let out a sigh until I saw a guard. He started reaching for his gun which made me move in front of Erica. Robin then started saying the code to him. Steve all of a sudden yelled and tackled the guy. They then started fighting which scared me. " Dude!" Dustin said

Steve turned to him. Dustin pointed, " You did it! You won a fight!" I just shook my head. Dustin and Erica start fighting, I was trying to break it up not noticing Robin climbing stairs. She came back down to tell us. " There's something up there."

We all followed her to the door. Then we all crowded around the windows. I could feel Steve standing behind me which brought me some comfort. " Holy shit." Dustin said

I glanced at him for a split second. We all then started moving until we stopped. Erica then asked, " Steve, where's your Russian friend?"

I heard an alarm go off which made me jump into Steve. " Shit!" he said, running to the door. Some of the guards saw him which made me panic. Steve slammed it shut. We all ran until Dustin opened the wrong door. We then continued running, I thought we were trapped until Steve pushed someone to continue running. We eventually found a door and ran into the room. Steve slammed it shut.

" Robin!" Steve asked

I was growing more panicked knowing we all were doomed. Erica then found a vent to crawl through. I was following Dustin when I saw Steve and Robin still by the door. " Guys come on!" I shouted

" Go! Just get out of here!" Steve shouted

I was about to walk over, but Dustin pulled me back. " No! Just go get some help, okay?" Steve told us

Dustin jumped down, but I stayed up not wanting to leave. Steve looked me in the eyes. " What are you doing? Y/n/n go please, baby."

I opened my mouth to say something, but both of them screamed, " GO!" The next thing I knew was Dustin yanking me down to safety. All I could think about was Steve and Robin.

Steve's POV

I watched Dustin slam the grate back on when I then felt my whole body get launched into the wall. I put my hands up so they knew I surrendered which made Robin do it as well. All I could think about was Y/n/n and the kids.

Your POV

I was in the back to keep an eye on them when I heard footsteps above us. " So, when we set fire to the hub, we drew the Demodogs away so El could close the gate..." I stopped listening to what Dustin was saying because I was thinking about how Steve and Robin are doing. " Um, you need help with that?" I heard Erica ask

I looked over to see Dustin trying to stop the fan. " No." Dustin said

Erica then stated, " Well, I mean it's taking a while, so..."

Dustin interrupted her. " Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." I just let out a sigh and ignored them. " And your ice cream buddies are screwed." I heard which made me whip my head back to them. " Yeah, with that attitude, they are. And don't say stuff like that in front of Y/n. You will just make her panic more than she already is." Dustin said

I was really grateful for what he said. I gave him a small smile trying my best not to panic. " Which should take us approximately twelve-and-a-half days." Erica finished

" What!" I shouted

" Y/n/n, calm down please. We'll figure it out." Dustin told me

He then started teasing Erica which made me smile. I was just watching them go back and forth. Which helped me not think about the guys very much. I then saw the fan stop. " Let's go...nerd." I let out a soft chuckle before following them.

Steve's POV

My hands were trapped behind my back and every inch of my body was killing me. " That one strung." I said gasping for air

" Who do you work for?" He asked me

I was starting to get irritated. " For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy! Scoops Ahoy!" The other guy then threw a punch into my stomach which made me tumble forward. " What the hell?! Look at my outfit! You think I just wear this?! Think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform?"

I then got yet another punch to my stomach. I was gasping for a breath, when he asked... " How did you get in?"

I was still leaning forward while saying. " I already told you." I sat up out of breath. " I told you before. MY delivery didn't come and my friends and I. We thought that it was left at the loading dock. So we went into the room and then it turned into an elevator, and then...and then we dropped and then, next thing we know, I opened my eyes, and we're in this..." I paused to look around before saying, " Wonderful facility."

Your POV

" Dustin?' I questioned

He paused and looked over his shoulder, " Yeah?" I let out a sigh. " Do you think they're all right?" He smiled, " Y/n, it's Steve and Robin I'm sure they're fine."

I just nodded, not fully convinced. He then pushed the grate up and stood up to see. Erica did the same thing, which made me do the same thing. " Jackpot." Dustin told us

I smiled at them and climbed out. I saw them start running which made me go after them. " Do you even know how to drive? Maybe we should let Y/n drive." Erica asked

I raised an eyebrow watching Dustin go to the driver's side. " How hard can it be? Max did it."

" Aw, come on." He said looking at the spot we're the keys should be. I let out a laugh while Erica stated, " You seriously thought they'd just leave keys in there?"

Dustin just started looking for a spare key. I watched Erica walk away. " Hey! Make sure you stay in my eye range." I told her that she just waved me off, which then had me rolling my eyes. " Hey guys?" she questioned

I looked over at her while Dustin questioned her. " Yeah."

I walked lover to her while Dustin was still looking for the key. " How big did you say that Demogorgan was?" All I could do was stare at the huge cage. " Big. Nine feet or so, why?" I was still looking at the cage while Erica walked away and Dustin was still on a scavenger hunt for the key.

" Found 'em." he said

I sighed and turned around. " All right, give them here." I stated

" No" he said

I just gave him a look. He sighed and mumbled. " You're no fun." I slapped the back of his head. I then got in the driver's seat, Dustin was then looking for Erica. I tried not to laugh when I saw her behind him. " What the hell is that?!"

" Erica!" I shouted

" A deadly weapon could be useful." She said

I was about to tell her how dangerous it was when she turned it on. Dustin jumped back, which had me stop. " For what?" he questioned

I shook my head at Dustin's question. " What do you think? Taking down commies, saving your friends plus your boyfriend." I blushed and started messing with the golf cart. " Thought you were more realistic than that, nerd." She rolled her eyes walking over to the golf cart. " We don't even know where they are, and even if we did there are a million guards up there with weapons way deadlier than that." he said

" Dustin just get in." I said getting annoyed

He walked over, but didn't get in, " The best thing we can do for them is to get out of here and find help."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was about to say something, but Dustin beat me to it, " Y/n/n I know you want to help them, but what would happen if you got hurt."

I sighed and nodded. I then tried to reason with him. " What if they are in danger or worse..." He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. " Just trust me. Also move, you aren't stable right now with your hands shaking to drive."

I didn't feel like arguing with him so I just moved to sit in between them.

Robin's POV

I was screaming hoping someone could hear me. " Help!" I stopped screaming when I heard Steve. " Hey, would you stop yelling?"

I let out a sigh of relief. " Steve! Oh, my God!" I took a pause due to my heavy breathing." Steve..." I leaned back to see if I could see him, but all I saw was the back of his head. " Are..Are you okay?" I was slightly praying he was just for Y/n. " My ears are ringing and I can't really breathe, my eye feel like it's about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." he mumbled

I told him, " Well, the good news is that they're calling you a doctor." I then chuckled. I could tell he moved his head some. " Is this his place of work?" he questioned

" I love the vibe." I just let out another chuckle " Yeah, tell me about it. So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?" I could tell he looked the wrong way. " No, you're right."

I then told him, " And do you see those scissors?" " Uh huh." he said

" Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into you lap." I explained

He started to get what I was saying. " And I could cut the binds."

" Yeah, and we could get out of here. And find your girlfriend and the kids." I told him " Gotcha, I miss her so much." he said

He then started chuckling. " Those morons. They left scissors in here?" We both started getting ready to jump together. " On the count of three, we're gonna hop." I said

" Okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha." he said

I then started counting, " One, Two, Three." We jumped in the perfect sink. " Okay, that worked." We then went again and it worked. " Holy shit, this is gonna work!" I said, " We're close." he said

We both counted more confidently knowing we were getting out here, but we both ended up hitting the floor. I started laughing. " It's okay, It's okay. Don't cry, Robin." I heard Steve say

I just kept laughing. " Are you laughing?"

" Yeah" I said though laughs

" Jesus!" he mumbled

I apologized to him. " I'm sorry" I took a quick, laughing break. " I'm so sorry. It's just I can't believe I'm gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. It's just too trippy, man."

" We're not gonna die. We're gonna get out of here, okay? Just...you gotta let me just think for a second." he told me

Steve's POV

I was just listening to Robin explain how she knew me in school. " Do you even remember me from that class?" she asked

I didn't know what to say so she just chuckled and continued, " Of course you don't. You were a real asshole, you know that?"

I sighed " Yeah, I know."

" But it didn't even matter. It didn't matter that you were an ass. I was still...obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular...accepted, normal. And I don't even know how Y/n can handle it all." She said

" If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn't all that great, seriously." I explained while letting out a sigh before telling her, " It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it's all just..." I let out a chuckle. " Bullshit. And don't be fooled. I was an asshole to her and she hated me before we started dating. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

Time Jump

I heard alarms blaring which made everyone in the room turn heads. I looked back at the ground and smirked. I saw Dustin run and zap the doctor.

" Dustin!" Y/n shouted

I turned my head and saw her face drop, and I didn't know how to comfort her. " Hey! Henderson! That's crazy, I was just talking about you." I explained while he started getting the binds off. " Get ready to run!" he told us

Your POV

I was leading the pack while both Dustin and Erica had a grip on Steve arm Robin. " Just trust me or more like Y/n." Dustin said

I heard Steve laughing. I opened the door to see if the coast was clear. " All clear." I told them

I took them into the theater. I let Dustin lead so I could be next to Steve. " Come on."

We followed behind him. " You two sit." Dustin told them. I let out a quiet laugh hearing Steve complain. Dustin then shouted which made me immediately apologize to the people. " Whatever you do don't..go...anywhere." he told them

" Fine, Dad." Steve said

I let out a snicker with Robin. I started following the two of them when Steve grabbed my arm." Where are you going?" I turned, " Going to keep watch of Dustin and Erica." I explained

" Aw, but I haven't seen you in hours." He pouted

I just let out a quiet chuckle. I then leaned down to kiss the top of his head before walking in the direction the kids went.

Dustin's POV

I sighed and said..." Okay, it's official." I paused when I saw Y/n get yanked back by Steve. I smiled to myself before saying. " I'm never having kids." Erica turned to me. " What are we doing here?" I told her, " We're laying low."

Steve's POV

I was stuffing my mouth with popcorn trying to figure out the movie. Then Robin and I decided to leave to get a drink.

I was drinking water while listening to Robin. She was trying to explain the movie to me. I then felt her push me, " No, no, it's my turn. You've had enough."

I then looked up at the ceiling. It felt like it was spinning so I called out to Robin. " You gotta check this out." She came over and looked up at the ceiling with me. I then started feeling sick which made me rush to the bathroom.

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" Is it still spinning for you?" Robin questioned

I looked up. " Holy shit. No, Do you think we puked it all up?" I said

" Maybe, ask me something." she told me

I let out a chuckle. " Okay, interrogate you. Sure, um..." I moved to sit up a little more. " When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"

" Today"

I grew confused. " What?"

She then explained, " When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw."

I let out a laugh. " Oh, my god." I pinched the bridge of my nose. " Yeah, it's definitely still in her system." She just laughed while I let out a groan. " All right, my turn." I let out a sigh, " Okay hit me." I told her

" Have you ever been in love?"

" Yep! Nancy Wheeler, but again with Y/n Y/l/n, I fell in love with Y/n I the second semester of senior year. I started realizing I want her more than Nancy. I felt like the connection was better."

" Oh, my god, but didn't she hate you? How did that end up happening." She said

I let out a sigh. " Yeah, she did. Honestly I don't know what changed her mind. One day she just chose to agree to go out with me."

" What about Nancy? Are you still in love with her?" she questioned, I sighed knowing deep down I'll always love her, but not in a romantic way anymore. " No"

" Why not?" She questioned again

" I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me."

" I'm glad you found her. You guys seem super happy together." she told me

" Thanks, Robin." I paused because of how eerie quiet it got.

Your POV

I was looking everywhere for them hoping they are both safe. Dustin was just watching me stress out. I turned around to say...

" Can you both please help!" Dustin walked up to me to try and help me calm down, but it only made it worse. I shrugged off his hand, I just started mumbling...

" What if something bad happened to them?"

Erica heard and said, " Hey, don't talk like that. We'll find them."

" Let's find them together." Dustin said

He opened up the bathroom and shouted, " Okay, what the hell? Oh Steve you almost gave Y/n/n a heart attack." I felt myself calming down knowing they are safe. The only thing they did was laugh. We all then walked out to the open, but stopped to find a Russian guard. " Abort!" Dustin said

We all started running, but stopped to find escalators not working. " Come on, let's go, let's go." Steve said, making us slide down it. I smiled at him before going down which got him to let out a quick smile. We were all now hiding behind a counter. I could feel myself start shaking. I saw Steve moving closer to me. He then grabbed my hand to rub comforting circles over the back of my hand. We all heard footsteps coming closer until a car horn went off. And then a huge crash happened. I didn't have the courage to move yet.

Steve's POV

I let go of Y/n/n's hand so I could peek up over the counter to find all the guards down. I then turned my head to find the rest of the group. I was about to run over to them like everyone else, but noticed Y/n still sitting, but now covering her ears. I frowned and kneeled down and uncovered her ears. " Hey, babe. Everything is okay."

She looked so small. " Are you sure? Are you okay?"

I felt myself smile, " Yeah, it's safe. I'm just glad to have you back in my arms." She just wrapped her arms around me. I picked her up and stood up. I placed her gently on her feet, but still had my arms around her. " Again, I'm fine and so are you. We're together again. I won't let you out of my sight."

She smiled up at me. " I love you." she whispered

I was shocked at her words. " I love you." I placed a kiss on her head. " Let's head over to the group now okay." She nodded and pulled me over to them.

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Omg this as got to be my longest one yet. I really hope you guys can understand this. It was kind of fun writing this one, but at the same time so difficult. Haha, but please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Oh and again feel free to request all you want.

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hiiii do u have like, any advice on how to be more slutty/hookup with lotsa people? i see u post about it all the time and i wanna do it too 🥺

Awe I so love this ask. It made me all happy that I’m like someone that could get an ask about being slutty and hooking up. Not sure I’m the best at advice but I do like a chance to ramble on about stuff I like. Which slutty def is stuff I like lol

So I think there’s like too points w this. One is meeting the people. And second is the getting fucked part. Def feel like the first part is the harder part. Especially cause like I def still consider myself a bit of an anxious homebody. I think the apps are prolly like the easiest way to meet people but like you also deal w more time wasters. I’ve only been on one app, feeld, I like it but I have no comparisons (unless you count Fetlife which I don’t recommend for meeting hookups). Part of why I like feeld tho was I felt like it didn’t come off bad to not have a face pic on my profile and then I felt more comfortable being more straightforward about what I was looking forward. I do think if you do the apps you gotta be more straight forward and blunt about what you’re looking for and work on getting better at identifying those just who will just waist your time. I do generally aim to meet people quickly. Def encountered people who seem like they are just there to chat and I’m so not about that. Or they can’t lead things enough for me to thing it’d be a good fit, I rule Thah out fairly quick too. I also don’t feel like I’m doing anything that special on the app, like have some body pics in like dresses I wear out, and idk exactly what I have on my profile but it is very like I’m ideally looking for someone who can be more a fwb, like the friend part would be nice but also not a requirement. And something about big cocks.

I’m not as about meeting people in person bc I basically don’t like to go anywhere by myself other than like to the grocery stores. And like I dress up kinda when I go to the store and have had some guys start chat w me but like not a lot prolly bc I’m usually feeling more stressed there anyways. So I’m not as good w advice on that angle.

So part one, in summary, find a way or place you feel comfy meeting people and be straight forward about what you’re looking for. As a girl, I feel like the apps give you lots of guys to pick from. So like have priorities and no what you’re looking for. Like if tje goal is slutty they don’t have to be some perfect match.

The for what like I’m saying like the second part is w like the getting fucked part. The straightforwardness on the app I think def helps but I have then still went on to meet people who like aren’t as assertive as I’d like. Sometimes I think encouraging it is good. And other times I’m like nope, they aren’t a good fit. But like tbh they usually still got a blow job bc that made things a little more fun for me. I do have another post I’m gonna reblog that I made where I was like out things I try to do to encourage someone to be bolder about making a move or whatever. I think that kinda covers what I do to actually try to move it forward from just like meeting up w someone. And like maybe not the safest move, but like usually I’m inviting the guy back to my place after like meeting him for a drink or maybe dinner.

God damn I right a lot when it’s something I like. I think also like bad ar getting to a point quickly. And I have no idea what’s common sense or not. lol. Also I could very happily ramble on more about stuff if it seems like there’s anything I could be helpful w. I’m allll for encouraging more slutty.

#ask #this was fun for me #ref

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That isn’t love.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader (non descript reader)

Warnings: implied past abuse physical and sexual, mostly fluff though, a bit hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.3k

Requested: Nope, this is pretty self indulgent (feel free to request more one shots though)

The tension inside of the SUV was near palpable. You had been anxious throughout the entirety of this case, specifically due to the methodology of the unsub, it was clear that he’d been abused as a child, most likely by his father. You knew Aaron could sense the way you felt about this particular subject, and you’d always had an inkling that he felt similarly too. You’d chosen to ride with him to the police station, not that you wouldn’t have under different circumstances, you usually chose to anyway since most of the team decided not to bite that bullet. To you, it wasn’t an issue. Not uncomfortable or stressful in the slightest, in fact, his presence usually made you feel safe. You selfishly wished he could have that effect on you now.

Your superior’s voice saying your name is the only thing that brought you out of your reverie. The ghosts of your past quiet for only a moment as you hum in response, turning in his direction to see that his eyebrows were furrowed in concern. Of course he knew you were off your game, he’s too perceptive, too good at his job. You knew that he wasn’t the only one that would have been able to recognize your unease, but you hated it nonetheless. You hated the way you softened at the sore subject and at the prospect of your boss’s concern— your friend’s concern.

“You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” The way he says it makes your chest ache. Of course you’d known that objectively and you’ve had multiple insightful conversations with the man. It’s what you enjoyed most about being in his presence. Still, the way he’d known you, saw right through you as though he’d only been looking at a mirror, it halts the frantic beating of your heart and the breath in your chest. You unclench your fists, wondering how much you’d be willing to get off of your chest at this very moment. If you’d known Aaron less than you have, you would’ve brushed it off without a second thought, but the way that he looked at you– the way that you knew he was genuinely concerned, it was so hard to ignore those pretty, melancholic eyes. You knew that there was no pity on his face and maybe that is what urges you to speak.

“I know that.” He nods, thinking that that might have been the end of it. He was worried that you’d feel like he’d been overstepping, profiling you like no one on the team was supposed to do to the other. Still, he could sense your hesitation, he knew that if he’d overstepped, you would have said something, so he waited until you gained the strength in your voice to continue.

“Cases like this… I just can’t help but think about–” You shook your head, not liking that route of conversation. You didn’t want to provide unneeded details, not yet. Maybe you’d open up to him, but not on the clock, not like this.

“Did you feel like you deserved it?” You hear his intake of breath, knowing that he’d understood what you meant. You worried for a second that you’d overstepped, suddenly feeling like this conversation was a game of minesweeper. As he released the breath, though, you’d known that it would be okay. You could tell that his grip on the steering wheel tightened and then loosened as he processed what you’d said, thinking of a response that wouldn’t deeply scar either one of you.

“I did.” He pauses, wondering how much he could delve into this. The two of you had plenty of time, not arriving at your destination for another hour or more, but he wasn’t sure whether this would be helpful or detrimental for the both of you. He took a leap and hoped that it would help to ease your nerves for the rest of this trip. Maybe even his own too. He wanted you to understand that you weren’t alone. Selfishly, he’d wanted to feel less alone as well.

“More specifically, I thought I’d deserved it more than my mother or Sean.” He paused, only for a second this time, your lack of response urged him to continue as you kept your eyes trained on him. They weren’t analytical, nor were they pitying, they were just observing. You were listening to him as if he were the only person in the world that mattered to you, so he continued.

“Some part of me wanted to protect them, I knew I had to protect them. It wasn’t an act of courage or some form of self harm, I just knew that I could take it. I could handle it more than I could handle the pain of seeing them on the brunt end of his anger.” He released a breath he hadn’t known that he’d been holding, keeping his eyes on the road despite the fact that he could feel your eyes on him.

You reach out without a word, placing your hand on his thigh. Nothing about the touch was lustful or inappropriate, maybe the way you felt had been inappropriate, especially due to the fact that Aaron was most definitely your superior, but he didn't say anything nor did he move your hand. He hated how comforting it was to have the warmth of your hand on his clothed thigh, the gentle touch was grounding and represented so much more than a relationship between two concerned coworkers, but he pushed the feeling away in favor of listening to your response.

“I felt the same… It wasn’t my mother since my parents divorced really early on, but it was my step siblings. They were younger and smaller and he… he couldn’t hit them. They weren’t his to bully.” Your throat closes for a second, a lump lodged there keeps you from continuing easily. You feel Aaron’s larger hand cover yours over his thigh, thumb gently swaying back and forth over your knuckles to remind you that he was there and listening. You knew that you didn’t have to say more than you were comfortable with and this made the lump dislodge itself as you prepared to speak again, feeling more stable with the man’s touch tethering you back to the present.

“I took it all. I could handle it, the punches, the choking, hell even watching me shower–” You grimace, as does Aaron, but he lets you finish. He was beyond disgusted, especially knowing that your father was still alive and still making an attempt to control your life even as an adult. He’d had his deductions, but he really didn’t like being right in this case. He hated it, knowing what you’d had to go through, even just the smallest extent of it. If he could, he was certain he’d kill your father given the opportunity, but he doesn’t speak that aloud.

“It’s hard not to think you deserved it when it’s engraved into your very being, the core of who you are being tainted by the fact that your parents didn’t love you in the way that they should–” You shake your head, hating the way that your voice trembled. Aaron speaks again before you have the chance to.

“You do know that that isn’t– it wasn’t love. And you sure as hell didn’t deserve it.” It goes unspoken that he thinks you deserve so much more. You always have and you always will. He could barely understand how you were so kind and understanding given everything you’d been through but he… he knew that he loved you for it.

“I know that now. I do.” It’s more of a reassurance for yourself than it is for him, but you don’t give him time to respond to that before you speak again, “It’s hard to remember that at times, especially since most of my experiences with love haven’t been the best.” This time, you look at him with purpose, “But I know now that love isn’t violent or angry or scary.”

Hotch wasn’t oblivious and he quickly put together what you were saying. He nodded before squeezing your hand, attempting not to tear up. He had to focus on the road but he’d wanted to hug you more than anything.

“I know that now too.”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave feedback or requests for more oneshots 🫶🏼

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner x you #fluff #hurt comfort

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Sci smooch thoughts im so normal about him

The smooch-ability rating for Sci is 9 out of 12. He’s a safe one to smooch, if not a bit awkward. Sci isn’t likely to hurt you for smooching him, but he might mentally blue screen and attempt to act like it never happened

1) How dangerous is his mouth? Not at all, actually. His teeth are not sharp or jagged, they’re flat, meaning there’s nothing for the smoocher to get their lips cut on. 2 points for having perfectly flat, safe teeth

2) Would Sci bite? For the life of me, no, I can’t see him being a biter, since he just seems so passive about most things. Is he aggressive? Like some of the other characters who have already gotten ratings, he can be, but probably only when the situation is dire and really calls for it. Outside of those dire circumstances though, no, I don’t see him being an aggressive sort of person. That being said, he gets 2 more points

3) Are there any health hazards to the smoocher? Nope, not that I can think of. He doesn’t carry any potentially dangerous weapons, his his hygiene seems decent enough, and he’s not leaking any gross or questionable fluids. He does have a lot of capabilities with magic, but he seems to have very good control over it, which limits his chance of accidentally hurting anyone with it. All things considered, I think he deserves 2 more safety points

4) Does he have a sympathetic backstory? He raised his brother and is very likely the one who financially supports them both, while also working as a scientist. I don’t know much about how his AU differs from the original Undertale, admittedly, but assuming he’s just a younger Sans Classic (long before Frisk fell into the underground), everything is practically the same. I should probably give him full points for being the responsible older brother who takes it upon himself to raise his sibling, but at the same time, from what I know, he hasn’t endured anything major. I don’t really see any reasons to feel much sympathy for him, so I’m saying he doesn’t get any points for this area

5) Does he deserve a smooch? Maybe. Maybe a little bit. He does do a lot to financially support himself and his Papyrus, but aside from that, he’s not done much that makes him super deserving. For this section, I’ll give him 1 point

6) is he cute or cool? Cool, no, not necessarily. His design is pretty basic, and although it’s not very eye catching, it does help people identify him a bit easier. Cute, however… people seem have a draw to anxious characters, bonus points if they’re small, have big eyes, or wear huge glasses that help their eyes seem bigger. While he does not have eyes, he does have eye sockets, and pairing his sockets with the glasses he wears, it makes him look like he has bigger eyes. He’s also not to tallest guy in existence, either, so yes, I think he counts as cute. 2 points for this area

In total, Sci gets a rating of 9. He’s a fairly safe bet for someone to smooch, since there’s nothing inherently dangerous about him. The only things keeping him from having a perfect rating would be his lack of a more sympathetic backstory and the fact that he doesn’t do much to really warrant getting a smooch in the first place. Again, admittedly, all I know about him is that he’s basically younger Sans, who happens to be a scientist. There could be some information I’m missing, so feel free to take this rating and some of my logic with a grain of salt

#anon #asks #science sans #sci sans #smoochability rating

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Chapter One

Chapter Forty-One:

The Logan problem being solved meant Roman or Janus was next, and Virgil didn’t like the idea of that.

He still hadn’t seen Janus anywhere, and it wasn’t that he didn’t get it, but that didn’t exactly make his nerves go away.

And then of course, there was the other problem, being that Janus’ complete and total lack of accessibility meant Roman was the obvious next choice for who to talk to. And Virgil didn’t want to deal with that.

He managed to put it off until the end of his recovery week, after which he felt much better, but that also meant that he no longer had an excuse.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t keep putting it off of course, just that now he felt anxious about it, which was very much worse.

Thankfully at least for this case, Remus could tell he was anxious about it, and approached Virgil one day with a solution that worked fairly well.

He was sitting in his room trying and failing to relax, which naturally wasn’t working very well, and the familiar sound of Remus’ footsteps alerted him to his presence just before he opened the door.

“So hey, when do you want Roman to come talk to you?” he asked with no build-up, moving over to sit across from Virgil on his bed.

Virgil blinked at him. “What?”

“You heard me. I’m tired of mediating between you two. So I’m going to stop telling you guys to talk and force you to instead. When do you want Roman to talk to you? You get to pick the time. What’s one that works for you?”

“What do you mean mediating between us?”

“Not in a literal sense, dummy. It’s just so obvious you both want to talk and I’m tired of sitting in the middle of it. So I’m making something happen. What’s a time that works for you?”

Virgil bit his lip. He didn’t know what to do with the ball being in his court like that. Knowing exactly when to expect Roman would be nice, but it would also create a lot of tension leading up to that. But he definitely wouldn’t have it in him to go talk to Roman himself.

So he just needed to pick a time that would give him enough time to psych himself up but not enough time to freak himself out. Navigating life while being the representation of Thomas’ Anxiety was a piece of cake.

Virgil sighed and looked up at Remus. “Two days from now after lunch?” he said.

“You got it,” Remus said, giving a thumbs up. “I’ll help you work out what you want to say after I clarify with Roman.”

“Deal.”

So Remus sank back out and Virgil flopped back on his bed. This was probably the best way this was going to happen. Didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Remus came back a couple minutes later, gave Virgil a thumbs up, and sat down on the bed with him. “So. What’s all the stuff you want to say to Roman?”

“Uh,” Virgil said, pushing himself up to a sitting position. “Fuck, I don’t know, Remus. I want to apologize for fighting with him all the time. I want to apologize for punching him that one time.”

Remus raised an eyebrow slightly, but he didn’t comment. “Okay,” he said instead. “So a lot of apologies is what I’m hearing. Do you want an apology from him? He owes you one.”

Virgil looked down at his hands as he thought. “I don’t know. I don’t really understand his actions, honestly. From basically the point I ducked out, he kept doing things I didn’t expect.”

“You want an explanation, then. You want me to tell him that?”

Virgil considered this for a second. “Yeah. Also I get to talk first.” That was probably a little mean, considering Roman probably felt like he had to let Virgil lead this conversation, and Virgil only wanted the first chance to talk so he could apologize, but he wanted to be able to say it without Roman trying to cut him off.

“You got it,” Remus said. “Anything else?”

“Well… nope. No, that’s it.”

“Virgil—”

“That’s it.” That wish was a fantasy.

Remus looked at him for a second longer, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll let Roman know all of that.”

“Cool. Now come watch Disney movies with me. I need a distraction.”

“I eagerly await the day you make up with Roman so I can watch Dreamworks in peace,” Remus said, even as he pushed himself up and they both started for the living room.

…

It turns out Virgil had been right on the money in regards to time frame, because the two days gave him time to prepare for the conversation and think about what he wanted to say while also not giving him enough time to start overthinking any of it.

He ended up in the living room after lunch, which was when the nerves did start to set in a little bit, because he could see Roman over in the kitchen and they both knew what was coming soon. Roman seemed to take his food back to his room, and Virgil couldn’t decide if that was worse or not. It would have been torture being able to see Roman and knowing exactly how long was left before they talked, but it was just as awful having no clue.

He ended up putting his headphones on and trying to drown his thoughts out with music, which was only kind of working by the time he saw movement over by the steps.

He pulled his headphones down around his neck as Roman approached, something clutched against his chest that Virgil couldn’t quite make out from h.

“I know you wanted the first chance to talk, so you’ll get it,” Roman said, holding up his hands. “I just thought I should give this back.”

He held the something he was holding out to Virgil. Virgil looked down and was met with his dream journal.

He blinked at it a couple times before hesitantly taking it.

“I am sorry I took it from you,” Roman said. “That was not very princely of me.”

Virgil set the journal down on his lap. He’d learned to get by without it, honestly. Once Remus had come back it wasn’t really that hard to calm himself down after nightmares anymore, especially since they were both sleeping right next to each other most of the time. But that didn’t mean the journal didn’t make him feel better. Maybe he’d appreciated it more than he realized.

He didn’t want to start the conversation with that, though, and if he tried to shift from his plan he’d feel completely out of control, so instead he just looked back up at Roman.

“I wanted to say sorry,” he said, and Roman blinked in surprise. “For being such a jerk all the time. And especially for hitting you.” He nodded towards the spot on Roman’s jaw when he punched him.

Roman blinked again, seeming to process that. “It’s… it’s alright, Anxiety,” he said. “I was a bigger jerk to you. And I forgave you a long time ago.”

Virgil shook his head, looking away. “I was supposed to be protecting all of you.”

“You did, Anxiety,” Roman said. “You did more than anyone should have asked you to.”

Virgil turned to him with a confused look. “You didn’t ask me to do anything.”

“No, but it probably felt that way,” Roman said. “And I should have done so many things differently. I’m sorry too.”

“I… I don’t even understand why you did what you did,” Virgil said in frustration. “I thought after I ducked out you’d be basking in the glory of being right when everyone else was wrong.”

Roman winced. “I can understand that assumption,” he admitted. “Remus said you wanted an explanation. I just… I mean, I was acting that way because I did too.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to know what your deal was,” Roman said. “None of what you did made any sense. I mean, you play this long con trying to get all of us to like you, you ask Janus once if you can bring Remus over here, Janus says ‘not yet but probably soon,’ and you respond by immediately throwing away all of your progress and backing everyone into a corner? That doesn’t make any sense. Or, I mean,” Roman winced and looked away. “It didn’t.”

Virgil bit his lip.

Roman looked hesitantly back over at him. “How badly did they hurt him?”

It was Virgil’s turn to wince and look away, though that probably answered Roman’s question.

Roman sighed. “Thomas, Anxiety, that must have been so terrifying.”

“That’s nothing new,” Virgil whispered. “I just… it was just the two of us, Roman, for the longest time. It was part of life for us to be scared that the other was hurt. But I— fuck, the last thing I ever wanted to do was leave him alone.”

“Why… why did you?” Roman asked hesitantly.

“He forced me into it,” Virgil murmured. “Cause the idiot never got the memo that it’s supposed to be my job to protect my little brother. He somehow had this idea that we were supposed to be taking care of each other, or something.”

Roman smiled just a little. “I’m really glad you weren’t alone over there,” he said quietly.

Virgil looked back over at Roman. “Remus really missed you,” he said.

Roman winced. “I… I really missed him too,” he whispered. “I’m always going to miss having a brother.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Uh, what are you talking about? Haven’t you two been getting along better?”

“Well, yes,” Roman said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But he has you, and—”

“Oh, right, how could I forget?” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow. “The set in stone law of the universe that says no one can have more than one brother.”

“And who would want me for a brother anyway?” Roman continued, giving Virgil a pointed look. “I suck at it.”

“You do not suck at it,” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

“I failed to help you and Remus when you badly needed it,” Roman said.

“Yeah, but you know what you did do? You actively protected your family in the best way you could from someone you had reason to believe was a threat,” Virgil said, gesturing at himself. “You thought Janus was scared, and you reacted exactly like you should.”

“And a lot of good it did me,” Roman grumbled, crossing his own arms. “Janus won’t even talk to me.”

Virgil blinked, startled. “He won’t?”

“He won’t talk to anyone,” Roman said, looking down in irritation and what looked like worry. “He doesn’t leave his room unless Thomas needs him.”

Well, that part Virgil had known, but he figured he was at least talking to his family. He’d have to try and figure that out more later.

“Regardless,” he said, refocusing on Roman. “That isn’t your fault. You did exactly what you should do when you thought your family was in danger and not taking it seriously. You looked out for Janus Patton and Logan when you thought they needed it. It’s one of the reasons I’m sure I can trust you.”

Roman blinked up at him. “What?”

“Before I ducked out,” Virgil said. “When Janus and I talked about bringing Remus over eventually, Janus talked about the others too. It freaked me out, obviously, so I asked Logan what would happen before that was agreed on. He said we’d all talk about it first, and well… that calmed me down. Because I knew I could tell them exactly why they couldn’t bring them here if I had to, but also because I knew you’d probably have my back.” He nudged Roman lightly in the arm.

“I…” Roman said, seeming to think that over.

“You’re amazing family, Roman. I mean, okay, maybe you’ve got some stuff to work on in the brother department,” Virgil said with a shrug. “But you definitely don’t suck at it. And I’d want you.”

Roman blinked. “What?”

Virgil realized what he said and felt himself go pale. Well shit. That want was supposed to stay a little more secret than that.

But then he saw Roman’s expression shift, and he paused. Roman looked a little hopeful but far more doubtful, and Virgil didn’t like that expression on his face right after he’d told Roman he cared about him.

“You… you don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Anxiety,” Roman said weakly, and something in Virgil hardened in determination.

“Virgil,” he said firmly. “And I’m not lying.”

Roman turned and stared at him. “What? Why would you—”

“Because I’m trying to show you you’re wrong, dummy. And I’ve found it’s a hobby of mine to make sure Thomas’ creative aspects have some amount of self worth going for them.”

Roman shook his head. “But I—” he stopped.

“You?”

Roman was quiet for a minute. “I don’t understand why you’d want me,” he said. “You have Remus.”

Virgil narrowed his eyes. “I thought we had this conversation already.”

“No, I— you just care so much about Remus. And I— what have I done to earn—”

Virgil snorted. “Dummy,” he said. He leaned forward and pulled Roman into his arms.

Roman made a small noise and wrapped his arms around Virgil, squeezing him tightly. “I truly am so sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” Virgil murmured. “I forgive you.”

They both sat there for a while, until finally, Roman pulled back from Virgil, still giving him a slightly hesitant look. “Do you really mean it that you want me as a brother?” he asked.

Virgil nodded. “I really do,” he said with a smile.

Roman took a breath, and nodded. “Then Virgil,” he said, starting to smile back. “It would be my absolute honor to accept such a title. I promise I shall defend your name to the best of my ability. It shall be easier now that I know it.”

Virgil smirked. “You’re such a dork.”

“Hey, rude! I’m pledging an oath to defend your honor here!”

Virgil laughed, but before Roman could continue to act playfully offended, Remus appeared very suddenly on the other side of the coffee table, and turned instantly to Roman.

“Roman! Roman, idea!” he called, moving forward and pulling him up before shoving a notebook into his arms. “We play it like Anxiety and I thought that we were dangerous. Like we thought that being assholes to Thomas was the best way to protect him, which it totally was by the way, but that’s not the point!”

“Oh!” Roman said excitedly, looking down at the paper with a grin. “And we could tie that into a discussion about communicating and being willing to hear others out in regards to their reasoning!”

“And working with others to find the best solution that you might not have thought of on your own!”

“And not letting stubbornness or bias blind you to what’s possible!”

“And trying to understand and empathize with people even if you may not like them!”

“I love it!”

“Me too!”

“Alright!” Roman clapped his hand together happily. “Let’s bring it to Thomas for approval! I think this is going to be a good one! I— oh, wait!”

Roman stopped suddenly and spun around to face Virgil again. “I’m sorry, Virgil, I know we kind of weren’t done talking, did you—”

Virgil climbed up, walking around the coffee table, and pulled Remus and Roman both into a tight hug. He didn’t really have a ton of words to express what he was feeling, so he hoped he could get across with a squeeze how proud he was of his baby brothers.

Remus made a happy noise and squeezed them both too, which resulted in Roman making a slight wheezing noise.

“You two hug tight.”

“Get used to it,” Virgil said with a pat to Roman’s back.

“You’re collapsing my lungs.”

“Too bad, it’s hug time,” Remus said.

Roman made a half-hearted attempt to squirm away, but even if he’d meant it, Virgil was definitely stronger than him, and Remus was more than willing to help, so he was stuck with them whether he liked it or not.

Virgil had a sneaking suspicion that he did.

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Chapter Forty-Two

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #platonic dukexiety #platonic prinxiety #creativitwins #THEY'RE BROTHERS YOUR HONOR #my fic

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