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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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She’s A Gun

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: *John Mulaney voice* My wife is a bitch and I love her SO much (gif by @salome-c) I also didn’t know how to end this so sorry

Summary: Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family [1.6k]

Warnings: idiots in love, a quick mention of a queer slur, I can’t think of anything else!!

You catch him looking at you across the room as you sip some new whiskey Tommy traded for. He looks young and fresh-faced without many scars or littering the surface of his skin. His eyes are bright when they meet yours, and you give him a polite smile before returning to your drink. Unsurprisingly, he bellies up to the bar a few minutes later. You glance at the door, and the man follows your gaze.

"You meeting someone?" He asks. The bartender, a kind man named Nick, flashes you a look, but you wave him off, turning to the younger man, who is dead set on making his presence known.

"You must be new." You say, and he laughs as he holds out his hand.

"You got me. I'm Luke," He says. You meet him halfway and shake his hand, giving him your name. "Where are you from?"

"I came here from Boston."

"You're a long way from home. What brought you here?"

"Long story."

"Is it longer than the time it would take to get you another drink?"

"I can get my own drink, but thank you."

"'Course," he says but doesn't move from his place next to you. "What do you do here in Jackson?" He asks, and you open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. "Let me guess. School teacher. No, a nurse."

"I work patrols, but good guess."

"Oh, I'm going to work patrols, too. I actually just signed up for my first shift tomorrow. Speaking of which, do you know anything about this guy… Miller, I think, is his name. I heard he's a hard ass."

"Joel or Tommy?"

"There's multiple?" He asks, and you smirk as you sip your drink.

"There's a few of 'em hanging around, yeah. What did they say? Maybe I can," you shrug and try to hide the amusement in your voice. "Help you figure it out."

"Well, this guy, Seth, said Miller shouldn't even be in Jackson. Something about him killing people to get by before coming here, but he gets to stay because he's buddies with Maria. Apparently, he's a hell of a shot, though. I heard a rumor that he once shot an Infected from a mile away, but I'll believe it when I see it." He says, and you nod.

You remember that day well. Tommy had been bragging about his marksmanship, mostly telling big fish stories, and you finally got sick of it. Joel told you to leave it, but you had to see. When you went on patrol the next day, you and Tommy had a competition to see how far he could actually shoot. You passed the gun back and forth to see who could hit accurately and how far. You were the one holding the gun when the Infected bound his way up the hill and quickly went down as the bullet buried in his skull. You didn't think that story would've made the rounds, though.

"What else did Seth say?" You ask, and he puffs his cheeks out as he shakes his head.

"He told me to stay away from him. Something about not fucking with people like that because he's ruthless, especially when it comes to his kid. He said Miller yelled at him last week because he said something to her. Just... totally lost his mind like a crazy person." It wasn't just something. He called my daughter a dyke, you think to yourself. Joel may have pushed him and made him leave, but you threatened to ruin his fucking life. If you ever hear him say something like that to Ellie again, you'll make Joel look like the poster child for forgiveness. You bite the inside of your cheek and save that information for later.

Seth wasn't warning Luke about Joel. He was warning him about you.

"And you're sure he was talking about a man?"

"Pretty sure. I mean, I know people do lots of shitty things to stay alive, but I can't imagine a woman instilling that much fear in a man like Seth," He says, and you hum. "No offense."

"None taken." You smile and watch his guard come down just enough for him to feel comfortable reaching for your arm.

"I wish I had known they let women as beautiful as you out on patrol. I would've signed up with you instead of Miller." He says, and you almost gag. Joel's hand skims your lower back almost as if on cue, and you turn to face him. He kisses you a second too long before looking over your shoulder to face the stranger who looks embarrassed. His arm wraps protectively around your middle, and he's close enough that you can smell his shampoo over the bar’s stench of stale beer.

"Great timing. This is Luke. He's starting patrols tomorrow," You say. Joel reaches across the space to shake his hand, and Luke winces at his too-tight grip. "Luke, this is my husband, Joel Miller," you wish you had a camera to take a picture of the stunned look on his face when he hears the last name. "Joel, we were just talking about the last time I was on patrol with Tommy."

"You're Miller?" Luke asks, suddenly looking pale. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, I thought I mentioned it. I'm sorry, I'm probably losing my mind." You echo Seth's words and smack yourself on the forehead dramatically. Luke drains his drink before glancing around the room.

"It was great to meet you, man. Um, I'm gonna run to the bathroom really fast." He says and takes several steps away from the bar.

"Oh, so soon? I was hoping you and Joel could talk about routes."

"Maybe later." He says, and with that, he's gone. You smile and turn in Joel's arms to face him.

"Jesus, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. What did you say to him?"

"Seth was warning him about the mercenary who's buddies with Maria and shot an Infected from a mile away, asked if I knew anything about the guy."

"Seth should learn to keep his fuckin' mouth shut." He grumbles, and you nod.

"It didn't help his case that he tried flirting with me. Even asked if I was a school teacher." You say, and he gives you a look. His warm fingers reach under your shirt collar to pull out the chain with your wedding band on it.

"Maybe if you actually wore this, that wouldn't happen so often."

"C'mon, everybody knows I'm yours. It's not my fault no one gave him the run down," you say, and he tugs on the chain to kiss you, his big hands moving to hold your jaw. He swallows your gasp when he licks into your mouth, sending a zing of electricity down your spine. He's a touch too handsy for a public space, but you're not complaining. "I don't see you wearing yours out on patrol either." You say, pulling away before he can start something he can't finish, at least not in public. Still, his hand slips into your back pocket, squeezing your ass through the denim.

"Don't want to lose a finger. Besides, everybody knows I'm yours," he parrots, and you smile. A familiar, old country song plays over the speakers, and Joel lights up at the first few chords. "Will you dance with me?" He asks, pressing light kisses to your jaw to butter you up. You lock your arms around his shoulders and let yourself forget about everyone else in the bar.

"And to think there was a time when you hated PDA."

"That was before someone tried hittin' on my wife," he says, and you feel like your face will get stuck from smiling so much. It's been three months since the small backyard wedding officiated by Tommy and Maria. Ellie walked you down the aisle— more of a patch of grass than anything else— and acted as your maid of honor. When Tommy asked if she agreed to give you to Joel, she said, "it's not like she's fucking property, but sure." She beamed so brightly when she realized you each included her in your vows, promising to love and protect her as much as you love and protect each other. It wasn't planned, but the unexpected matching further proved that you three are a family. Still, you don't know if you'll ever get used to hearing Joel call you his wife. "Dance with me, please." He pouts into your neck, and you finally give in, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor.

He pulls you close, and you bury your face in his neck as you slowly dance to Tanya Tucker's voice. He sings along for only you to hear, his accent getting stronger as he does. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him and listening to him sing the same song you used to sing along to while driving on backroads. You would marry him again if you could. You think you would marry him in every lifetime.

Scary rumors of mercenaries and blood on your hands fade from your mind. To men like Seth and Luke, you are a subversion of their holy mother. You are bloody and broken, a monster beyond saving. You are a warzone with a heartbeat.

But to Joel, you are the most sacred thing he's ever held. It's not enough to erase the rumors and nightmares about you, but it's enough to knock the wind out of you and make you love your husband that much more. That has to count for something.

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Tag list: @evyiione

#joel and ellie #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess

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wlntrsldler · 2 months

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poisoned mercury | end up here

a/n: i'm going FERALLLLLLL over this chapter. enjoy poisoned mercury's debut album hehe.

iv. end up here by 5sos

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“your band name doesn’t even make any sense,” you argued, eyes narrowing at the boy in front of you.

luke crashed your secret spot, again, and refused to let you smoke in silence until you gave him a detailed explanation of how your day went. he knew you didn’t smoke every day, only on days that were particularly hard. he noticed that your bad days always had something to do with your dad, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to bring that up.

anyway, you got fed up with his badgering and that stupid smirk on his face because he knew you were about to crack, and decided that if he was going to act like a toddler, you would too. hence, why you were now bringing up his band name.

luke took offense to that because he thought the band name was cool. he was the one to suggest it. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let his hurt show on his face, “what do you mean? poisoned mercury is a sick name.”

“mercury is already poisonous. your band name is like redundant or some shit.”

“then why did so many people in history ingest it?” luke asked, recalling the one thing he remembered from his high school history class before he dropped out. he took a drag from his cigarette, turning his body a bit so the wind didn’t blow the smoke directly in your face.

“they fucking died, castellan,” you replied, deadpan.

“oh,” he blinked, staring off, “i didn’t know that.”

you rolled your eyes, a habit that you’ve picked up whenever you were with him and sat back down on the bench. luke joined you, silent as he thought about what you just said. he really needed to stop zoning out during lessons, but since he was already out of high school, he guessed it didn’t matter anymore.

as much as you hate to admit it, luke castellan was growing on you. sure, he got on your nerves like nobody else– the boy just doesn’t quit– but, he wasn’t half as bad as you originally thought. not that you’d ever tell him that though.

when you got back to the cabin last week after helping with concert prep, the cabin was spotless. there were no empty red bull cans in sight, the table tops were free of crumbs, floor vacuumed and mopped, and there was even a candle burning on the counter. you approached your bedroom door to find a post-it on the handle. luke’s messy writing was smudged around the corners, but you could still make out what it said.

“five star,

i snitched on the boys and my mom will have a stern talk with them about their cleanliness. can’t promise that people will stop talking about me, but i can promise you won’t have to live in the dojo casa house mojo or whatever it was.

ps i’m using the spot tomorrow, just thought i should let you know. maybe we can set up a calendar for reservations.

luke :)”

the cabin hasn’t been as messy since. whatever may castellan told the boys worked like a charm. there was still the occasional trash, but nothing crazy. it smelled better in the cabin too, still like a boy, but it smelled like expensive cologne more than anything. cedarwood and pine.

and thankfully, the luke castellan hype train was starting to run out of steam, with many people finally realizing that he was also just a human being and the surprising revelation that luke castellan was not entertaining anyone during his time at camp helped with it as well. you still heard whispers about him here and there, but you were glad the topic of conversation was beginning to switch to something else.

you and luke walked to the gym and back home every morning together. he and the boys sat with you and clarisse during meals. they tagged along for music lessons and spoke to the kids, which they really appreciated. they helped the older campers with writing music, luke particularly. you’d been around a few musicians in your life and many of them only kissed ass when your dad was around, but poisoned mercury was different. they were passionate about their music. that was clear.

after a conversation with clarisse, where she managed to convince you that not all musicians are like your ex, you began to let loose a little bit. you hung out with the boys more, partly as an excuse so clarisse could hang out with chris without causing too much suspicion, and found that you actually enjoyed their company. and luke castellan? well, he wasn’t half bad. that doesn’t mean he got off easy though.

you took a hit of your vape, facing him, “are you done interrogating me?”

“for now, yeah,” he smiled as you shook your head. “are you coming to the concert tonight?”

“well, i did help organize it.”

“a simple yes would’ve sufficed, five star,” luke teased, relighting his cigarette. it was burning unevenly and luke was never one to waste his cigarettes. “you gonna watch us play?”

“don’t have a choice. dad wants me there the whole time.”

“you can act a little excited,” luke ran a hand through his curls, “we are pretty good, you know.”

“i know,” you hummed. the sun was beginning to set and there was a slight breeze in the air. goosebumps formed on your skin, the t-shirt and denim shorts you wore didn’t offer much comfort. you shivered, “i have listened to your music.”

“are you cold?”

your teeth chattered, but you shook your head, “i’m fine.”

luke took off his hoodie, tossing it in your direction, “take it.”

“no,” you tossed it back to him, “told you i’m good.”

always so stubborn, luke thought.

“if you catch a cold, that’s not on me,” he placed the hoodie on the bench between the two of you. “which songs have you listened to?”

“kilby girl, of course. it played on the radio so much when you guys first dropped it,” you said, remembering the days where you and your hometown friends would blast it in the car. it reminded you of high school, reckless decisions, life-long memories, and the thrill of knowing you were going to be playing the sport you’d worked so hard to excel in at a d1 level in the fall. you looked at him, sincerity in your eyes, “i really like family line. it might be my favorite.”

luke’s eyebrows shot up. not many people talked about family line. it was probably their least streamed song. they never performed the song on tour because it was difficult for luke to sing it. it was a personal song to him. it was inspired by his relationship with his father, or lack thereof.

when poisoned mercury first got signed to olympus records, luke sent a message to his dad on facebook. luke hadn’t tried to contact him since he was ten, not since his father returned his letter to him unopened, no response but a “return to sender” stamp plastered over the envelope. but after the small congratulatory party his mom set up for the band after they signed, luke felt like a little kid again, a kid who wanted to share the great news with his dad, so he found his dad on facebook, made an account, and sent him a message.

he didn’t get a reply, which was expected, but it felt good for a second to pretend that he had a father to tell his good news to. luke thought he didn’t care about whether or not his dad was proud of him, but when his message went from “sent” to “read” a few days later, he was brought back to those moments in his life when he cried and wondered why he wasn’t enough to make his dad stay. he wrote family line in one sitting, on his bed in his bedroom in connecticut, looking at the little league medals on his wall that seemed to mock him.

he originally didn’t want it on the album because he felt like it didn’t fit the vibe of the rest of the songs and that it was too real, too vulnerable for a debut album, but then he played it for his mom and she loved it. she cried when she first heard it and luke knew that even if people didn’t like the song, he was going to put it out for his mom.

“huh,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, “wasn’t expecting that one. thought you’d be more of a crash my car type of girl.”

“i like that too,” you shrugged, “but family line. that song. i don’t think i have the words to describe it.”

“thanks, five star,” luke looked down at his feet, taking a puff from his dying cigarette. “that’s my mom’s favorite, too.”

“did you write it?”

luke nodded, looking to face you. there was a new expression on your face, one that you’d never used with him before. it was a mix of disbelief and awe. he tried not to get offended that you didn’t think he could write something like family line, but he couldn’t blame you. he didn’t really portray the type of person who would be able to be that raw and vulnerable on a song. “me and trav write the lyrics for our songs, mostly. chris and connor help too, but the bulk of the lyrics are me.”

“you need to stop doing that.”

he cocked his head to the side, crushing the cigarette butt on the hardware of the bench, “doing what?”

“surprising me,” you shook your head, “i don’t like it.”

“i don’t know what to tell you,” he chuckled, leaning back on the bench. he looked out into the lake, watching the sun disappear behind the mountains, “i have layers. you just gotta give me a chance.”

“how do you do it?” you sat criss cross on the bench, leaning against the arm rest. “how do you write like that?”

you’d always been curious about music, even if you weren’t good at it. your dad was never one to answer your questions, especially because you were interested in lyrics more than anything, and that wasn’t his forte.

luke mimicked your actions, “i dunno. personal experience, i guess?”

you frowned, thinking about the lyrics of family line. luke never talked about his dad, but spoke highly of his mom. was family line based on his own life? if it was, his dad was an asshole.

you relented to the cold, grabbing the hoodie that he left in between the two of you. you ignored the triumphant smile on his face when you draped the sweater over your bare legs, shielding them from the wind chills.

he continued, “sometimes things happen to me that get me worked up and i have to write a song about it. sometimes, it’s based on my imagination. it depends.”

you wanted to ask him about his dad, but you didn’t know if he considered you guys friends yet. it’s not like you made it easy for him anyway. you could deal with the banters and annoyance, but you didn’t want to push him to talk about something he wasn’t ready to. you could be a dick, but you weren’t cruel.

you changed the subject, “okay, let’s play a game.”

“21 questions?” luke bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. he waggled his eyebrows, dodging your arm that reached out to smack him.

“you’re gross,” you gagged, knowing the implications of the game, “no, i’m gonna ask about the songs on your album and you tell me if it’s real life or from your imagination.”

“alright, go for it five star,” he beamed, propping his elbows on his crossed knees. he loved talking about music with anyone. he could go on and on for hours.

“18.”

“real,” luke snorted, remembering the first time travis pitched the idea for the song to the band, “but not my experience. it was trav. he met this girl at one of our gigs in new york, right after we got signed, and he was obsessed. she was a freshman at nyu and she kept telling him he was too young for her, even though she was just less than a year older. trav was hooked.”

you could picture it. it was definitely something travis would do. “okay, another one of my favorites. only angel?”

“not real,” luke shook his head, a slight blush creeping up on his face. “if you tell anyone, five star, i will vehemently deny it, but i had a crush on jade west from victorious and i wrote it about her.”

there was something about jade west that made luke like a love-sick puppy. ignoring the fact that she was hot, her attitude was something that luke was attracted to. she had a tough exterior and acted like she didn’t care about people, but she had her moments where she was soft and kind to the people she cared about the most. luke liked that. the idea that someone could be sensitive but only to the people they deemed worthy.

he’d spent so much of his life trying to be worthy, in whatever way the stage of his life defined it, and he craved it– a pat on the back, an approval, a confirmation that he was worthy of it.

you threw your head back laughing, surprised by his ridiculous confession. the sound of your laughter rang across the woods, making luke smile. your voice echoed throughout the trees and he his senses were surrounded by you. it hit luke like a truck.

he sucked in a breath, taking out his phone. he jolted from his seat for more than one reason. “shit, five star. we gotta go.”

you took out your phone too, checking the time. your eyes widened as you got up from your seat. you threw his hoodie over to him, “fuck, we’re late.”

the two of you raced out of the woods, arriving to the concert venue with flushed faces and rapid breaths. you could feel clarisse’s knowing eyes on you as you got ready for the concert. you tried your best to ignore it. you were going to deal with that later.

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“and for the final event, i know you guys are looking forward to this one,” your dad laughed into the mic. the sun was long gone and there were disco lights illuminating the stage. a smoke machine was on either corner, making it difficult to see the bottom half of the stage. you and clarisse stood in the front row, listening to the deafening cheers of the campers. “ladies and gents, welcome poisoned mercury!”

the screams got louder which you didn’t even know was possible. travis entered the stage first, sticking his tongue out as he expertly twirled his drumsticks around his fingers. connor came in next, smiling and waving at the crowd as he plugged his guitar into the amp. chris walked in with his bass strapped around his neck, eyes immediately finding clarisse and sending her a shy smile. you nudged her teasingly, enjoying the way she blushed under the lights.

then luke castellan walked in. he ditched his hoodie and t-shirt and walked in with a white tank top on, messing with the curls on his head. he tugged on the silver necklace around his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd. he threw a wink to the group of the older girls in the back, turning to travis to let out a laugh at their reaction. the lights on the boys were blinding and a thin layer of sweat already began to form on their skin despite the bite to the air.

luke took center stage, picking up his guitar. he leaned over directly in front of you, fingers pretending to mess with the wires connecting his guitar to the speakers, “hey, five star.”

he straightened his back before you could reply. clarisse’s eyes darted between you and the boy, now nudging you like you did to her earlier. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the rest of the boys as luke began talking on the mic.

“what’s up, camp half blood?” luke screamed into the mic. the crowd roared. “we’re poisoned mercury and we are so happy to be with you guys here this summer. before we close out this awesome concert, i wanna introduce our lovely band.”

“on drums, we have the one and only, travis stoll!” luke turned around to applaud travis as he did a little drum solo, head banging as he hit the drums. he turned to connor, “on lead guitar, we have the amazing connor stoll!”

connor strummed his guitar, leaning over on the left side to soak in the applause of the crowd. the girls beside you swooned as he unleashed one of his award-winning smiles.

luke faced chris, “and on bass, we have my very best friend in the entire world, my 4lifer, chris rodriguez!” clarisse cheered loudly for chris as he played a tune on his bass, mouthing, “love you, brother,” to luke as he played. the crowd quited for a second as luke addressed them again, “and my name is luke castellan. we’re poisoned mercury!”

you turned around to look at the crowd. the size of the crowd tripled when the boys got on stage. everyone had a smile on their face, excited to hear them play.

“the song we’ll be singing for you guys today is from our debut album,” luke adjusted his mic on the stand. he got closer to it, lips touching the metal, “this is only angel.”

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at their song choice. this was not the song they were supposed to sing. they’d been rehearsing kilby girl for the past week. luke saw your reaction, laughing along with you.

the instrumentals began and you nearly missed the beat drop because of the cheers from the crowd. as the song progressed, the boys were one with the music. you watched luke sing, working the crowd like a pro. his skin glistened under the spotlight, beads of sweat tricking down the side of his face. he approached chris when the chorus started, dragging his mic stand with him. he swung his guitar around so it rested on his back as he sang the lyrics. his curls were sticking to his forehead, eyebrows raised in glee as he performed.

you couldn’t take your eyes off the lead singer, not even when the rest of the band had their own solos in the song. your eyes were glued on luke; how his adam’s apple was on full display as he threw his head back, getting lost in the music, how his arms flexed as he wrapped the mic cord around his fist, how his thin tank top stuck to his body and how it raised when he lifted his arm up to bring the mic closer to his lips. you saw the outline of his abdomen and his v-line.

but what really got you was his face. he looked at peace on stage, a wide smile on his face, full lips pink and glossy as he licked them in between verses. he looked incredible up there, like that was where he belonged. he was born to be on stage like this.

“fuck,” you mumbled, applauding at the end of their song. luke’s eyes found yours as he sang the last bit of the song, smiling at you. you hoped clarisse couldn’t hear you talk to yourself. you looked down at your feet, tugging nervously on the collar of your shirt, “i get it now.”

#frances writes #poisoned mercury #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke pjo #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson

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elliesstrapon · 6 months

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✧ Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader

✧Summary: Ellie wants nothing more than for you to have an amazing birthday; she shows you the time of your life 🤭

✧Warnings: nsfw, smut, (r! receiving/ fingering), Ellie is a sucker for teasing, oral, alcohol, swearing, dom Ellie, flirty reader, I will TRY not to use Y/n please hear me out. Also not very good at writing this stuff so you know.. Anyways enjoy :))

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Ever since you'd turned 17, your birthday hadn't really meant much to you, the presents were cool, the cards were alright, it just wasn't anything new to you, it was the same thing time after time again.

And of course today was no different, you were 20 years old. And reasonably so; you weren't doing anything, at all.

Or.. so you thought. Since you'd moved to Jackson (two years prior), your friends insisted on making every day special. Something about "making every day count," and, "You never know what could happen" is typically what Dina and Jesse would say. You'd told them repeatedly you couldn't care less even though you appreciated it, and up until now Ellie never cared what you did for your birthday, she just followed, stayed quiet, sometimes you thought she didn't even like you at all. You guys didn't have anything special and you only hung out because of Jesse, you never talked, nor walked together or went out, when you thought about it really hard, you didn't even know if you really had an opinion on Ellie; she was just there.

Clearly, you were much more than you thought.

"Jesse, has Ellie told you anything?" You asked him, you guys were walking through Jackson, getting fresh air. "Uh.. Depends, like what?" He averted his gaze to the mountains in the distance. "She asked to see me.. like later.. at her place." You let out in disbelief. "I mean, I don't even think she LIKES me, Jesse, she never even spares a single glance at me unless absolutely necessary."

"Okay, well now, I don't think that's true" Jesse chuckled, rolling his eyes and paused in his tracks, bringing you to an abrupt stop as well. "She stares at you all the time, what the hell are you talking about?!" He laughs. "Jesse, no offense, but you're the LAST person I trust with this.. not even going to lie." You sighed. "Remember at the dance, you thought Dina'd dance with you, and just like that it was ELLIE she grabbed? Can you imagine the second hand embarrassment I felt? I had to leave." You joked. "Okay stop, I'm serious." He furrowed his brows. "In any case, she doesn't not like you, trust me, I see her looking at you all the time. You could ask any other person in Jackson and they'd tell you." He assured you.

"Whatever... Thanks." You smiled. "Anything for you" He winked jokingly. "When did she want you over? What'd she even say?" He suddenly brought up.

"Uh, I don't know, it was something like; 'Come over later, wear something nice, don't be late', type shit, it felt kinda rushed if I'm honest." You huffed.

"Weird, I haven't heard any special events round' town for tonight." He thought, watching the horizon absent mindidly. "Yeah.. Whatever she just said I had to be there at like, what? Maybe 7:30?" You tried to recall. "Well you might wanna get ready then, it's 6:00" he checked his watch. "Oh! Shit!" You gasped. "Ugh I had no idea.." You groaned. "Thanks Jesse, I'll update you tomorrow?" You tapped his shoulder, not giving him a chance to respond. "K, bye!"

You raced home, not too far from where you and Jesse had been and decided to get ready, you still weren't sure what the deal was, why suddenly your birthday mattered to her, or why you had to look nice; you just went along with it.

In the depths of your closet you found a black off the shoulder dress. You weren't aware why, or how long you had it. But regardless you slipped it on, it was slim, and fell just beneath your thighs, it assentuated your hips, it was soft, comfortable, you couldn't see yourself wearing anything else 'nicer' than that.

You slipped on your bracelets and a random silver chain necklace and tied your hair how you always did. And checked the time one more time.

‘ 7:00 ’, the clock read. You decided if you were going over, you might as well be a bit early. You left your home locking the doors and made your way to her place.

As you got closer, your heart began to pound. Anything was about to happen, good or bad, suddenly everything you thought about Ellie before had changed. You were repeating how you'd say hi to her, or how she'd react when you got there early, and suddenly that snow ball of thoughts stopped.

Ellies door. You didn't know whether you wanted to knock or just run back home. You breathed deapily, raising your hand to the door, you finally knocked a tune, like in those movies you'd watched with Dina and Jesse.. and Ellie.

Your heart began to race again, as you heard the door knob shake, you let out an equally as Shakey breath when the door opened to an oh so attractive Ellie Williams, standing— no towering over you, with her hooded green eyes and soft looking hair just barley covering her eye brow slit, you couldn't stop, just her muscular arms, and exposed collar bone, to her tattoo, that you had no backstory on what so ever, all you knew was just how she was so fucking hot right now.

"Hmmh.." she hummed. "you're early." Her voice was raspy. "Happy birthday, beautiful." She said taking a long sip from the moonshine bottle you hadn't even noticed she'd been holding the whole time.

Your face began to heat up, you suddenly felt very dizzy, "uh, thanks" you mumbled. She set the bottle of moonshine on what you assumed was a dresser next to the door. "Well? Are you coming inside or not?" She sarcastically said; as if she wasn't smack-dab in the center of the door way. She moved to the side allowing you to enter before closing the door quickly behind you.

It was a open concept type of thing, her bedroom was also her living room, her living room was her kitchen, on the contrary, it was still spacious, she had posters across the walls, her guitar by her couch, she had fairy lights hanging above her bed and a few video games by her TV at the foot of her bed on the right. "Sit where you'd like" she husked. "okay," you breathed, at this point you didn't know how to breathe at all and your words came out without any articulation.

You sat on the couch by the window, taking in the rest of her room, her decor, she sat beside you.

"So.." You started. "Uhm.. why'd you want me over..?" You trailed off and your eyes wandererd, too scared to look into her eyes in fear you'd freeze then and there. "I mean, I got all dressed up, and I don't see anything special" you joked, attempting to lift the awkwardness you casted upon yourself on your own. "Really?" She chuckled. "Yes, really" you rolled your eyes, "Who invites someone over telling them to dress up with no intention of putting in effort yourself?" You furrowed your brows at her "no cake, no decorations, what was the point?" You finally kept eye contact, counting the freckles across her cheeks like constellations, and taking in every hue in her eyes.

"What makes you think there was a point?" She grimaced before every so slightly shuffling towards you. Making your heart skip 2 beats in a second. "I don't know, you don't talk to me" your voice was low, "doesn't mean I don't wanna see you." She started. "With a pretty face like yours, who wouldn't wanna see you?" She whispered. The room began to feel warm. You couldn't think of or look at anything but Ellie, her lips, her neck, you couldn't unfocus yourself from her breath which smelled like alcohol, and yet you still wanted to kiss her more.

"You don't mean that" you lightly sighed out back, starting to feel the sweat form at your neck and forehead.

She shuffled closer to you, leaving you about 3 inches apart, her breath and body both warm. "I do" she smiled. Her arm had appeared at your side all of a sudden, you didn't even know how long it'd been there, and her words were starting to be engraved in your mind. "So what? What're you trying to say?" You raised your brow, trying to stay confident, but the space that was so quickly closing between you was making your heart beat faster and faster by each passing second. "I don't know, what do you think?" She whispered back to you, her smile never dropping; it was the prettiest, you found yourself longing for something to happen already, for her to kiss you? Maybe scootch closer to you? If that was even possible, you were an inch and a half apart, you needed her to lean in already, her strong moonshine scent coming from her small breaths, her body radiating so much heat was almost unreal. If you kept looking into her eyes any longer, you thought you'd get lost in them. "Ellie.." you huffed. You didn't know what to say, or do, you wanted to beg for her to finally do something.

She began to lean in closer, taking that as the green light and she only smiled brighter, you thought how could she be so hot and so cute at the same time? When did the tension become so high. " 'm gonna make you feel so good." She whispered before finally kissing you, so gently yet so roughly; like she'd been waiting for the moment she got to ruin you from inside and out, her lips were wet, and soft, her hands found there way up to your cheeks to cup them, every part of her was just so soft. You held onto her waist as you kissed back. Nothing filled the room but your desperate need for breath and your small whines, she bit on your bottom lip, causing you to spread them, taking the opportunity ever so quickly, she inserted her tongue, you began to moan into the kiss, her hands were roaming your body, feeling every single part of you, and all you could do was grip at her hips harder.

Your tongues danced around, sliding against eachother, if heaven were a person; you'd one the lottery, you were seeing stars, the gates of heaven themselves.

She'd started to pin you down, her knee centered between your legs causing the slightest ever contact, you felt so weak. "Shit.." you moaned, breaking the sloppy kiss. She left kisses around your lips, taking in every breath you took, her kisses started to be left from the corner of your lips to your neck, she nipped and sucked at it, every hickey she'd left was the vague image of almost a butterfly. "You're doing so good, princess" she grinned against your skin, the kisses tracing along your collar bone, "mmhn" you let out, her hands made there way up your dress, playing with your thigh and circling her thumb, out of all that'd been happening, it was the most comforting.

"Take it off" she demanded. "What?" You breathed. "Your dress, take it off" she commended again, you obeyed, you sat up slightly beginning to slide the dress off you put on not even more than an hour ago. "Fuck" she whispered. The last bit of ease you had was gone. You felt exposed.

Her kisses continued from your collar bone to your chest, "fuck you're so beautiful" she gasped against your sweaty hickey stained skin. Your hand played in her hair, roughly keeping her head in place as she left thousands more of wet kisses on your breasts. "Look who's talking" you winced at her hand cupping one of your boobs, her hand soft and gently playing with them. She smiled at your remark. She left another bruise against your skin once more, moving on to your stomach, she licked and traced kisses down your happy trail, "mmhn, god.." your whines and needy moans filled the room. "If you were any louder, Jackson'd here you" she teased, getting close to your clit, her hand was still rubbing circles up your inner thigh. Your pussy was throbbing in your own wetness, you hadn't even realized had stained your panties. "Wet already?" She smirked looking up at you, "who knew you were so turned on?" Her hooded eyes darkened. You swore you could see the amount of unresolved lust behind them now. "Who's not turned on by you?" You flirted back, spreading your legs more so she wouldn't have to ask. "You have no idea what you're doing" her voice was low, leaving kisses inside your thigh near your entrance. She was testing you.

Her kisses become long hard bites, leaving and sucking on the hickeys. "Ellie..." You whined. She looked up at you once more before grabbing the hem of your panties, sliding them off so slowly the throbbing only quickened, she had barley done anything to you and your climax wasn't far off. "I'm gonna ruin every last organ in your body" she seductively smiled.

She raised her hand towards your mouth, "suck" she said, her ring finger and middle finger near your mouth.

You agreed to her request, sucking on both, leaving a string of salvia around them. "Fuck" she groaned. Looking up at you still, "You're doing so good, babe." She whispered, she felt so weak, it almost made her angry. "Mm" you hummed still sucking down her fingers with your warm liquids. "Good" she smirked at you.

She lined her fingers up with your entrance. "You ready?" She looked to you with consent. "Mhm" you heaved.

She started rubbing your clit, her pace slow, "Ellie what the fuck, please—" you begged. "Desperate?" She smiled up at you, her pace increasing just the slightest bit, if she wasn't so slow you probably wouldn't have noticed the sudden quickness. "You listened" you said inbetween irregular breaths. "Maybe I shouldn't have" she teased again before rubbing her fingers faster.

She finally slid them in your entrance, swiftly, it caught you by surprise. "Shit!" You cried, the pleasure washing over the pain, you arched your back, trying to create more friction, somehow get her deeper inside you. "Shh, it's okay" she kissed your neck, your face, everywhere, calming you down so she could adjust her long slender fingers inside you. She kissed you one last time before moving her fingers in and out of you slowly. "You okay?" She asked concerningly, "yes, go— please" you begged, the tears pairing with the beads of sweat on your forehead. Her pace quickened, filling you to the max, "mmnh! God, Ellie, shit-" you cried again as she hit your g-spot so much it felt illegal how good she was at it. "You're doing so well" she kissed your shoulder as she pounded her fingers in and out of you much like how much your heart'd been pounding an hour ago. But much better, she scissored, and pumped her fingers in and out of you so fast, and hard, you could nearly see the end of the world. Every inch of you was trembling, your finishing near and her kisses sweet, it was so much better than a cake, or birthday presents.

"E-ellie, I'm close" you cried, your legs shaking and her fingers doing you so hard it was other worldly. "Don't" she said, suddenly pulling out. "What?" You gasped "Ellie please.." you pleaded. You needed it so bad. "Please just let me" you begged. "I'm not done, gorgeous. You think I'd let you finish without letting me eat you out?" She smirked.

"Shit" you whispered, "don't worry, I'll let you" she smiled "I just need you so bad" she started kissing you inner thigh once more, trailing up sloppy kisses until your clit again, giving the same treatment she'd did your bruised skin, she began to suck at your pussy, sucking it occasionally, her tongue circled, and ate at you, her saliva leaking from you. "God.. mmhn.." you whined as she licked and sucked faster, the circles she was leaving with her tongue turning just as lazy and needy as her wet kisses previously. "Fuck. You taste so good.." she whispered, eating you out like a full course buffay. "Ellie please" you trembled, you legs couldn't stay still, her tongue still licking your clit. "I'm so.." you trailed off catching your breath. "I'm so fucking close" you finished. You could feel it hitting your stomach so low. "Even better" she smirked, she began rubbing your pussy with her fingers as she ate you out, swirling her tongue over and over again, you were wet, and covered in sweat and hickeys.

"Ellie!—shit oh my— fuck of my god" you cried, cumming inside her mouth, "good girl" she said, swallowing every single last bit of it, "Ugh" you sighed. Catching the breath you'd missed the whole time.

"you did so good" she said, lifting her head from your pussy. "Ellie, shit." You breathed. "What'd you think I was trying to say?" She pinned her arms above you, looking down on you, she smiled at the mess she'd made. "Shut up" you sighed. "That's how you wanted to tell me?" You raised a brow, your hair completely undone. "Happy birthday" she joked. "Sorry" she apologized. "Did it work though?" She smirked. "Fuck yes" you smiled. "I'd do it all over again" you fluttered your lashes, grabbing her tatted arm, leaving a trail of kisses.

"Fuck"

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Round 2 but REVERSED. Sorry it was so rushed this is not my best and it was so difficult I'm never writing smut again (I definitely will) sorry it sucked though😕✋

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #reading #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie smut #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #smut

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baileypie-writes · 3 months

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idk maybe just them gossiping or just hanging out (i don’t actually know what a prompt is, and i suck at making up stories 😭)

A/N ~ I hope I remember what you asked for correctly. I believe it was being best friends with Veneer? If not, I deeply apologize! Hope you enjoy!

~Celebrity Gossip~

Veneer + GN!Best Friend!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Gender neutral, Veneer’s best friend

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Comedy, fluff

Synopsis: One of the perks of having a celebrity for a best friend, is getting to hear all the celebrity gossip. This time, Veneer had some good tea!

Warnings: Gossiping(duh), mentions of an adult dating a minor(part of the gossip)

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You heard a “ping” come from your phone, as well as felt it vibrate slightly. You pick it up, and it’s a text message from your best friend, Veneer. You wondered why he would be texting you if he was working.

You opened the message, and excitement rose within you. The text read:

“I’m coming over after work. I have some JUICY gossip!”

You replied: “Can’t wait!” And set your phone down.

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About an hour later, you heard a knock at your front door. You practically jumped off the couch, and dashed to answer it.

“Prepare yourself, this is a lot!” He said, once you opened the door.

“I’m already prepared. I even got snacks!” You responded. Veneer let out a small, excited squeal, and you both went into the living room.

Veneer grabbed a bag of potato chip, and you got some candy.

“Bitch, the pot.” You said.

(A/N ~ This is really old talk for “pour the tea”! Idk, just thought it’d be funny.)

After swallowing a mouthful of chips, he began. “Okay, so you know Chrysanthemum the pop singer, right?” He asked.

“Yes, of course I do!” You responded.

“Okay, so you know how she was dating Chad?”

“Yeah. Wait a minute, ‘was’? What happened? Did they break up?” You asked, in shock. “They were so cute together!”

“Okay, get this! Chad has been kind of distant lately. At the event I was just at, he was on his phone, like, the whole time!” You hummed at this, very intrigued. “Chrissy was getting a lot of praise and stuff, and Chad didn’t even look up or say anything!”

You gasped. “What? What a douche bag!”

“Yeah! I know!” Veneer shoved some more chips in his mouth. You did the same with your candy. After a moment, he continued. “So eventually, Chrissy gets mad at him, and snatches his phone. Then she find out that he’s been texting another girl!”

You gasp yet again. “What?! He’s been cheating?! How could he cheat on Chrissy? She’s one of coolest pop stars ever! No offense, you’re still cooler.”

“None taken, and thanks! But that’s not even the most shocking part!” He said.

“Oh no. What else is there?”

“The girl he was texting… was Chrissy’s sister!”

“No!” You exclaimed.

“Yes! And! She’s only sixteen!”

You nearly choked on your food after hearing that information. “What?! So not only did Chad cheat on her, he’s also a gross predator?!”

“Yeah! And this all happened in front of everyone!” Veneer said, still almost as shocked as you. “So yeah, they broke up.”

“Well of course. If my partner was cheating on me with my underage sister, I’d dump them too.” You said.

Veneer laughed, and so did you. You love hearing celebrity news and gossip. So the fact that your best friend just happens to be famous is good for you. This way, you get all the juicy details. Plus, hearing it in person and with the way Veneer tells the stories is much more entertaining than just reading it off the internet. Gossip sessions like these are really the highlights of your friendship.

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~~baileypie-writes

#baileypie-writes #trolls 3 #trolls 3 band together #trolls 3 x reader #trolls 3 veneer #trolls veneer #veneer x reader #veneer x gn reader #veneer x gender neutral reader #veneer x reader platonic

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alchemania · 6 months

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Be At Rest (Both Soul and Body)

Furina barely, if ever, caught Wanderer sleeping. He was always on the move, often whizzing by in a blue and white blur - or simply blending in with the crowds in Sumeru, allowing himself to sink into the sea of people around him.

So when she found him resting in the forest with a rather rotund bird on his head, the sight had her speechless for a good few moments. Not wanting to disturb his peace, Furina tiptoed closer and sat next to him as quietly as possible, folding her hands over her lap as she observed the sky- the clouds drifted lazily overhead, and she found herself relaxing, the air calm and warm. Looking back over to her companion, Furina wondered if he was truly sleeping, or just resting. Curious, she lifted a finger and gently poked his cheek, and an indigo eye opened instantly.

"What," he said, voice heavy with weariness.

"Were you sleeping?"

And just like that, the slight irritation she'd come to know shone through in his gaze. "I was TRYING to. Before somebody decided to bother me."

"..ah, sorry. I can lea-"

"I didn't ask you to go," he went on, closing his eye again and shifting so he was on his back. "As long as you stay quiet, it's fine." He folded his hands over his belly then, sighing, and Furina couldn't help but giggle - he looked like a little tired old man, and he acted about as crabby as one sometimes too, honestly. "The hell is so funny?"

"You look like a little old man," the white haired girl grinned, more giggles bubbling out of her, and the offense on Wanderer's face was palpable.

"I do not."

"You act like one, too. Crabby little guy who pretends he doesn't like anyone -"

"I don't pretend not to like people," he countered.

"..okay, but you do care a lot more than you let on."

".. I didn't know this was a character evaluation," Wanderer deadpanned, but the way his voice softened let Furina know she wasn't far off track.

"S'not a bad thing to care, you know."

A pause.

".. I know. A heart is a very heavy burden to carry though, sometimes. Almost too heavy."

"I think that's what makes us human though," the girl replied gently, also shifting so she was laying a few feet away from the young man. "The weight of - feeling, of loving, and holding things dear to us, and hurting when they're gone- that's a part of living."

"..hm."

"And yeah, hearts are a very heavy burden. But you don't have to carry it alone, either. Remember that." Furina looked up to the sky again, folding her hands over her breast, and Wanderer looked to her briefly with an unreadable (but visibly softer) expression before closing his eyes once more. A comfortable silence fell, and the warmth of the sun had Furina taken by slumber before she knew it.

When she woke up, the stars had already started to twinkle in the sky, and the girl sat up, slightly discombobulated. Sniffling, she rubbed at her eyes to wipe away her weariness, and then froze in her tracks when something akin to a sob broke the silence. For a moment, she thought she had imagined it, but then it came again, louder, and she turned to her companion, crawling over on her hands and knees. "Wanderer...?"

He didn't answer, but the tears rolling down his cheeks told her everything she needed to know. "Oh..." Furina's heart clenched, and she gently placed a hand to his back. "Hey ..hey, it's okay, it's just a dream, you're alright." Carefully, she reached out her free hand and patted him gently on the cheek, hoping to rouse him- if he was crying, his nightmare must be something awful. "Come on. Wake up."

Wanderer stirred, but did not wake, and to her shock, he began to mumble in his slumber:

"Please don't leave...don't leave me behind...."

"I'm not going anywhere," Furina assured.

"Mother," Wanderer begged, tears falling faster. "I'll do anything, just don't leave me here alone -"

Oh.

"Wake up," Furina pleaded, shaking him harder, and he did, taking a sharp gasp and settling into raggedly breathing. Wanderer looked around frantically, not quite awake yet, and she took his hand, to ground him. "You're okay. It was just a dream, it's alright -" the young man stiffened once he seemed to realize she was there, freezing up like a startled cat who had just been cornered.

"What - what are you doing here?" he breathed, chest heaving, and she frowned.

"We were just hanging out and I fell asleep and I guess you did too, and when I woke up, you were crying...are you going to be okay?"

"I have no choice," he mumbled, placing an arm over his face, and Furina shook her head, slowly.

"That's not true. It's okay to not be okay."

"Not for me."

"Why not?"

"Because -" he trailed off then, pulling his hand away from the girl, and she let him. ".. because I just - I just have to be. Okay?"

"It doesn't make you weak, you know. Do you think I would be weak if I wasn't okay?"

"..that's different -"

"Why?"

"Because you're human-"

"So what? You think beings that aren't human just have to be these immovable pillars of stability? You feel, just like I do. You have hopes and dreams, and fears, just like I do. You've experienced so many different aspects of life. Maybe- maybe people treated you like you weren't human, but that doesn't mean you aren't, you know. I mean, weren't you saying earlier a heart's a heavy burden? That's part of being human. Sometimes we feel weak and like we're all alone, but - even when we do feel that way, people care."

".. I don't know why they do."

"Do they need a reason to?" Furina challenged gently, tilting her head. "Love never needs a reason. It's just there, regardless of who you are, where you've been, where you're going, what you have done and what you will do. That's what makes it so beautiful. It's always there."

"..then why-"

"??"

"...no, forget about it. I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright. I won't push you."

"Even if you did, I wouldn't talk."

"I know, I just -"

"I understand what you're trying to say," he mumbled, sniffling. "...thanks."

"Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to leave?"

"I- I don't know. I don't know," Wanderer replied, almost inaudibly, and she nodded. And then, all of a sudden, he got up and made his way over to the lake nearby, sitting in the water so he was waist deep. He looked awfully small without his hat, Furina realized. Maybe that was why he wore it all the time.

"Come here," he beckoned, and she stared, in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Come here," he repeated, stronger this time. "You wanted to know how you can help me, right? Come sit. Just- I don't know. I don't want to be alone right now, weird as that is."

"Okay," she nodded, making herself comfortable in the water next to him. Minutes passed with Wanderer sitting rigidly, and then suddenly he hissed, clenching at his chest so hard his hands made wrinkles in the fabric.

"Wh- what's the matter?" Furina cried, eyes wide with alarm, and Wanderer shook his head, eyes glossy.

"Hurts. But it shouldn't, I -"

"Look, I don't know what you saw in your dream, but it's clear it's hurting you more than you want to admit. . will ..will the pain pass?"

"It usually does."

"...is it okay if I hold your hand until then?"

For a long moment, he did not speak, and Furina half expected him to say no. But then he shakily removed one of his hands from his chest and linked it with Furina's gloved one, and she paused. "..wait a moment." The ivory haired girl removed her glove then, holding Wanderer's hand with her bare one. His was cool and very smooth, like porcelain, and hers was warm and soft. The contrast was nice, she mused, noting sadly how her friend's hands trembled.

".. please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't," Furina smiled. "I got 500 years worth of experience in keeping secrets, so no need to worry~" Wanderer sent her the most withering gaze at that, and she startled. "..what?"

"That's not funny," he mumbled, expression sullen. "Your pain, and everything you went through - you shouldn't make fun of it like that."

"Oh," she replied, heart dropping to her feet in shock. "I was just trying to -"

"I know what you were trying to do. Please don't do it at your expense. It isn't helping anyone feel better."

"..okay."

"Good."

A pause.

".. did I say anything weird? When I was sleeping?"

"..you were calling for your mother."

Wanderer stiffened, pain streaking across his face. ".. I see. Ridiculous of me." Furina did not push, but he looked to her, reading the question in her eyes. "..she hasn't been a part of my life for years now, so there's no reason to feel like this."

"..isn't that all the more reason to miss her? If she hasn't been there?"

"Not if she wasn't a good mother," he muttered, eyes dark. "I don't need her anymore."

"People can hurt you and you can still miss them, Wanderer. Those things don't have to be mutually exclusive. I don't - know what all happened so I'm not saying you need to forgive her or let her back in your life, but it's okay to miss her. It's ..okay to mourn what could have been," Furina ventured, looking to the water. "We were meant to be loved and cared for and when we're not, it- it hurts a lot, and it's not weak to be hurt. It's not weak to feel that hole in your heart."

"..it feels that way."

"..yeah. I understand. But I promise you're not weak."

The moon hung high in the sky before he spoke again. "..if nothing else, my life is my own now."

"That it is. You can do whatever you want with it."

"How do you just - seem to know what to say all the time?"

"I don't always, but... I often just speak from my heart. It's hardly led me astray."

"Hm. ...you should get some sleep."

"Will you be okay?"

".. I don't know," he admitted. "I'm.. getting there, though."

"That's good, that's good."

"I don't think I'll be going back to sleep, so just. Don't bother waiting up for me. I may go for a walk to clear my head."

".. alright. Please be safe."

"There isn't much that can hurt me, but I appreciate the concern."

"I know, but-"

"But you still worry."

"Because I care."

"..mhm."

"That's what friends do."

Wanderer turned his head, almost owlishly. "..what?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Well, no, but- you said -"

"That you're my friend, yes," Furina asserted, and he stared, bewildered. "You're nice to me, and you don't mind- well, who I am, yanno? You gotta keep those people close to you."

".. I guess so. I don't think I'm a very good choice, but- if that's what you want."

"It is."

".... okay."

She wasn't sure, but Furina could have sworn Wanderer was smiling a little when she fell asleep.

..of course, he vehemently denied it the next morning.

#furina #wanderer #oh lord the blorbos are going through it #i was like how can i make wanderer sad and then i went nightmare nightmare nightmare NIGHTMARE #i intended for this to be soft and then i was like oh oops! hurt/comfort!#he's a bit less uh. . talkative here than other drabbles im thinking this is earlier on in their friendship #so it will take him a while to fully open up #but he does at least touch on ei and her not being there and gets some comfort so wooo #i may make a continuation of this because i was struggling a little to wrap it up... might mean part 2! wahoo!!!#wanderer uh. he needs a lot of support #i wanna talk more about just. them idk. how they care about each other in my head.

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Tantrum

Pairing: Samoa Joe x Reader

Summary: Joe gets mad at you when you try comforting him after his title loss to Darby.

WC: 765

"Hey, wait up!" you called out as you chased Joe. He walked ahead of you to his dressing room. It would become Darby's, but you doubted that was what Joe was angry about. He put a lot of work into every title win and reign. Losing the TNT title to Darby was something that Joe had expected to happen. He was used to not being the top guy at a company, but he had hoped that Tony respected him a little more than to make him drop the title to Darby Allin of all people. "Joe, please open the door."

"What do you want?" Joe's voice was harsher than you had expected it to be. He sounded angrier than normal to you, but you tried not to back down at all. Joe could throw his tantrums all he wanted, but you had been through the worst of it before. You remembered the hell he had promised to rain down on everybody when he lost the NXT title.

"I wanted to see how you were doing. It's hard losing matches, I can't imagine what you're feeling after losing the title," you said. You hadn't meant anything by your words, but obviously Joe took offense to them. He growled a little as he stood up straighter to stare down at you. You cowered back a little as he briefly leaned towards you.

"Of course you don't know how it feels because you've never won a title." With that, Joe slammed the door shut in your face. You had been fine with not having won any titles in your career, but it still hurt to hear that from Joe. His approval had become the only one that mattered, and from the sound of it, none of your hard work had been paying off. Joe still thought you were a poser, someone who was just trying this out because they had nothing else to do. You had blown your chances in any other industry by wasting your prime years chasing this pipe dream.

You sulked away from Joe's dressing room and back to catering. A few people had given you concerned glances, but you waved them off. It was no way to deal with the feelings of doubt you had, but you decided to distract yourself with some coffee and chocolate. The plan for your night had been to go back to Joe's room with him and enjoy the city for a few days until you had to travel again. Now, you didn't want to stay in Joe's room with him. Your plan to distract yourself wasn't working because you only found yourself getting angrier and angrier with Joe. He had a tendency of being so dismissive of your feelings and hard work sometimes. You just wanted to hear him say that you were good enough, but he never did. Whenever you went to him seeking praise, he just had critiques on what you could be doing better.

"Y/n, can I talk to you?" You didn't have to look up from your cup of coffee to know that it was Joe.

"Looks like you already are," you muttered into your cup. Joe pulled a chair out and sat down next to you. He reached his hands out to hold yours, but you didn't let him touch you. "If you're gonna talk, then talk."

"I am sorry for what I said, it was uncalled for. I know how hard you've been working to prove yourself, and I should be your biggest fan and supporter. Every single match I go to, that's what you do for me. Do you think that you can find it in yourself to forgive me?" Joe asked you. You bit your lip as you contemplated it. Joe had really hurt your feelings earlier, but he had also just set aside his own pride to apologize to you. Not only that, but he had also asked for your forgiveness, something that Joe rarely ever did.

"Yes, I can forgive you. Just keep the tantrums to a minimum please," you said. Joe nodded in agreement as he stole your coffee cup. You opened your mouth to protest, but one glare from him shut you right up. Since there was no reason for you to drive yourself all the way home now, you didn't need to stay up for half the night anymore. You'd want to sleep, especially since Joe had promised to take you sightseeing the next day. At least one of you had to be well rested and not cranky for the experience to be fun.

#samoa joe x reader #samoa joe #aew #aew x reader #my writing

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the-second-tonks · 2 years

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★TXT reaction to you returning to their life after leaving them .

Note : Huening Kai's reaction is bigger than others because if you'll read it you'll understand lmao

Tw : Angst

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Soobin

Oh ma gawd he's going to be so so so straightforward. You might be helping him with cleaning his house or something and you might've placed some stuff in a wrong way , earlier he used to be sweet and let it be how you kept it , but now he's like “If you don't know where to keep it, leave it alone . I don't need your help” . I feel when he was with you , he was very whipped for you and it might've strained his relationship with the members especially yeonjun, so now , he's going to take a stand for them at the smallest possible offense or literally anything. He just won't bear you insulting or even joking slightly about his members , even if his members laugh at the joke he'll not not-insult you lmao. Overall , he's going to give you a hard time , but he's healed okay dw.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Yeonjun

Lmao he won't even pay heed to you . On the inside , he might ache because you reminded him of what he had been through, how he was begging you to come back despite his ego and how all of this taught him to keep himself , his loved ones and his self respect first. A man like him who has a lot of pride , if he's begging you , it must've had a lot of adverse effects on his mental health, so I feel he's not going to let you in ever again , because in the deep , inside he knows he'll get addicted to you again . So basically he has two sides , one which knows he'll be addicted again , and the other which understands you shouldn't be given a chance lmao.. so he cuts off.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Beomgyu

He's gonna smile at you and be a bit friendly . ‘A bit’ i said . By a bit , i mean “hi , everything good?.. Okay.” that's it. He'll smile at you , he'll nod at you whenever he'll see you , but that's it. He readily forgives you because when you left him he was very indecisive which could be one of the reasons on his side for you leaving him , and he also thought a lot about it after you left him , that's how he came to the perfect conclusion of not caring and being good . It's a very good thing for him . He doesn't let you affect him, and he isn't even rude to you .. he's just alright . You remind him of the painful nights and the painful days..but he keeps it all inside him because he knows it's gone , his members love him , MOA love him , his family is there for him and that's all he needs.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Taehyun

He would be prepared to be honest..he gives me that person vibes who isn't shocked at anything..it's like they knew it would happen . Now , i feel he'll be alright with you . Like, smile at you if you smile at him , nod at you and clap when you win .. but nothing more than that . Acts like you're a complete stranger. Taehyun is very wise , which is why he knows what you both had.. is in the past .. and he'll tell you the same if you approach him to get back together . And by ‘what you both had’ , i also mean the feelings. Those feelings , the fun , the bond , the closeness.. everything. It's all a past for him and doesn't correlate with his present . So to him ,it doesn't matter what the hell you do .. because at the moment, he is nothing in your life and vice-versa.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Huening Kai

This person deserves so much respect.. because he treats you very nicely even after what you did . You remember members mentioning how Huening Kai is angelic 9/10 times .. yeah . You're lucky.. he treats you like his friend from the past.. because what happened was in the past.. yeah similar to Taehyun but different in the aspects that he's going to let it go and still have that bond with you . Not the feelings but the bond . Basically our baby has healed himself properly and is still good with you . He's still gonna remember what you like , and buy it for you if he comes across it . You're gonna fall hard for him again, but it'll be unrequited this time . I feel so overwhelmed because he's literally gonna laugh with you , “I remember you falling into the mud haha” — nice family-like talks , joke around and be like you never did anything wrong , tbh , he won't even let things go awkward if the talk about you leaving him comes up(which i think his members would bring up to protect him from you)even if you apologise many times , he'll say it's alright and you don't owe him more than one apology. And no , it's not him wanting to please people , it's him wanting to forgive you and let you have the peace of being forgiven .. literally so good , too good.

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Very hard to specify fandoms but.. lemme try. A wonderful selection of numbers for you to pick and chose and sift through at your leisure… if you don’t feel like answering any don’t make yourself / wanna answer a question for another fandom, not the one mentioned, ummm go for it.

Cotl - 1, 9, 10, 21

hk - 3, 8, 12

And a few I just wanna hear your take on but I don’t know what fandom to attach 🥺- 7, 13, 16, 18, 24, 25

GO !!!RAMBLE AND VENT!!

clover I'm grabbing you by the shoulders this is the WORST!!!! THing u could've done to me (extremely positive overwhelmingly positive). the things I should be doing are looking over my shoulder in horror at this ask.

but good lort I sure did spend my time answering all that insted aof my homework and it felt so good. Fuck yeas.

ok. let's go extremely long post ahead

__ COTL __

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Well as I said in another post, COTL's canon characterization is extremely vague, so the fanon characterization is kinda all over the place and hard to pin down! So it's hard for me to say "everyone gets [x] character wrong" because everyone has a different interpretation of That Guy.

I think I should just say everyone gets EVERY character wrong except ME, because I'm the smartest person ever and always right. So there /j

actually one (1) criticism I have is that not nearly enough people are portraying Shamura as having almost complete memory loss and I think that's a shame. because there's so much more potential in that. there's so much more agony present there, from all sides involved. there is no just punishment. there is no way for them to ask for forgiveness OR apologize, or make up for it, or even know they did anything wrong.

cmon . cmon. stop making them remember. you cowards.

9. worst part of canon

Ooo! Easy answer!

Narinder/The Bishops just immediately being chill with being in the cult!

like what! Why?? The extent we get for any amount of backlash from them is Heket's offense towards being gifted mushrooms and Shamura showing up as a dissenter, the latter of which is especially confusing because. They're literally the only one it would MAKE SENSE FOR for them to not have any issue being in the cult!!!!! They can't remember anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why are they the one that dissents!!!!

Why are they all chill. Why do they just immediately obey and get to worshipping or other chores around the cult. Why do they act like every other follower save for three or four extra lines of dialogue.

Even if Narinder has more dialogue in which he expresses some amount of distaste at first, he still just ... Does all the cult work.

I wish I wish more than anything that the Bishops at least had special mind reading dialogue. Like, SOZO gets that!! AND Sozo doesn't do any work around the cult when he initially shows up!!! He runs around and eats mushrooms!!!! So why don't the Bishops get a similar treatment!!

You're showing me you're CAPABLE, DEVS!!! COME ON!!

10. worst part of fanon

Not as easy answer for reason stated before!!!!!!!

Though I guess maybe the intense fixation on Narilamb as opposed to anything else. I just...... can we . Can we get other things in the ao3 tag.. maybe... Pleas...

Not that I even dislike the concept of narilamb I j.............. it's everywhere. can we . can i have something different. something that's maybe also not ships either pleas....

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Uhhhhhhhhh ppphgfmb. Had to think on this for a while, but honestly, I do not like Narinder's eldritch form SDHGKSHDG

I dunno man I'm a massive sucker for face opening up in a gross yucky way but there's something about how Narinder's face opens that's jus. Not. Appealing to me

I think if I configure it enough in my brain I can make it work for me......... but as it stands. I do not like it. I think it looks somehow... wonky? I like all the other Bishop's eldritch designs a lot! And ESPECIALLY the purged versions! But Narinder's... just... I dunno. Feels off somehow

__ HK __

Already answered 3!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Feels like I'm being baited into an answer with this one shDGKLJSDHGKLH EVERYONE KNOWS MY STANCE ON ZOTE I don't need to be any louder about it. He's not a bad character you all (referring to general hk fandom) just don't like it when a fictional guy is mean. because ur cowards./j

He's also not a vessel nor is he the same species as elderbug and saying "he's just some guy" is a COPOUT ANSWER, because he can be just some guy while also being a nosk. Sorry what was I saying

Everyone is wrong about Zote in general except for me is what I'm saying.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

OK CMON YOU'RE 100% BAITING ME WITH THIS ONE.... COME ON.....

I don't need to explain anything. Zote is the only character in the game actually. I don't need to defend myself on this it should be obvious.

__ MISC __

Already answered 7!

13. worst blorboficiation

looks at the ahit fandom for a second LOOKS AWAY AGAIN REALLY FAST i can't go back there. I can't do that again. iam side-glancing the folder on my desktop for the old AHIT rant and breathing through my nose about it.

In a more general sense something i've seen across multiple fandoms is aggressive sand-papering of characters and I cannot stand it. And I'm assuming that's what blorbofication in this instance is referring to. Like, taking a guy who sucks, or just has very prominent flaws, and . Getting rid of them.

W. Why. You're taking away everything interesting about them. Looks at the object show fandom for a split second before looking away .. solemnly.......

I haven't seen that as much in the cotl fandom. Like I'VE SEEN IT but not AS Much as other fandoms. I'm saying that because this morning I saw a post characterize literal actual god of Chaos Leshy as a soft sweet uwu boy and I .......................... felt something within me shrivel. for a second.

buT I KNOW THAT'S NOT the general consensus of his character so whatever

also i'm. Hmrnm. Man. It really sucks being a fan of a lesser appreciated character, because more often than not, what little content there IS of that character is........................ not. that guy Like, it's that guy on paper. He looks like that guy and has that guy's name. But everything else is just.......

In the nicest way I can say it, it is an OC dressed up as that guy.

and when there is very very little content of that guy to begin with, it's Very Disheartening for me when what little content there is portrays a version of him that is not. Him. That's just not the same guy

Blorbo'd him to the point of being barely recognizable. WHICH IS VALID AND FAIR, I get it, I understand doing that, but for me it's. I cling to (even vaguely) canon characterization too much unfortunately.

I'm not saying any specific character for this becuase 1) it's happened more than once hdgkJH and 2) I really don't want to seem like I'm targeting any one person's interpretation specifically, because again, lesser appreciated character curse.

ok that kinda went all over the place. I hope that answer makes sense

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I already answered this for cotl specifically, but in general, often the way ships are treated in fandom jus doesn't do it for me

And. It's probably the tragedy liker in me talking. Wherein I only get super into a romantic pairing if I can imagine 1 million horrors being involved.

That or if it's funny,..........

BUT like. the HK fandom specifically had this a lot. Lots of these bugs always being shipped together. And I politely nod my head about it but it's... I don't . A lot of it I just don't get

It feels like a lot of the pairings in the HK fandom are popular due to aesthetic rather than the potential of it, and that's............... I don't get that. For instance (bear with me) any ship with Grimm outside of with Brumm doesn't click for me. Brumm clicks because Duh, Tragedy potential, but the rest...?

I mean, yeah, sure, equally as likely tragedy potential, maybe, but I don't see that explored as much. I see Grimm paired with anyone and 9 times out of 10 it's because ohh look at how pretty they are together wow

and I can respect that for the prettyness because I won't deny the artists of that fandom do make him a pretty Guy, but it's like. I don't get it past that.

I dunno, maybe it's just me having fallen hard out of shipping over the past few years. Was super into it when I was like, 15 and younger, maybe, but then I jus sorta lost interest

ok except for leshycat in cotl. because it's funny. sorry

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

SOZO sorry. sorry I'm normal

I feel like one of the only people who is looking at Sozo and recoiling in horror because of the potential of him and it HURTS it HURTS ME why is NOBODY ELSE LOOKING AT HIM

and I KNOW OTHER PEOPLE ARE I've got people following me now that are showing me that <3 Hi <3 if you've read this far <3 BUT IT'S NOT .. ENOUGH FOR ME

combing through art and fanfics and gritting my teeth and feeling like screaming because GUYS.................. GUYS HE'S... OAOUGHHEHHGHA

i need to write it myself or no one will. i need to write the horrors myself or i'll just have to suffer with it in my head. i need to write. i need to write it. no one else is going to. i need to fucking.c ogr him

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

shipping in general in all fandoms . idk if you needed me to tell you that though

but also literally any morally grey character for any purpose. you get huge splits in fandoms on either "that guy is HORRIBLE and deserves DEATH!!!" or "this guy has done nothing wrong in their entire life" and I want to put my head thru a wall. towards both sides

please please please please can we just. can we ... can we like characters for their flaws <3 and acknowledge them <3 without emphasizing them beyond reason <3 not in spite of them <3 p

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

idk how common this is but I know I saw it enough in the cotl tag to make me horrendously uncomfortable when i first started looking through fandom stuff .

hey so why were so many people mad you couldn't breed the bishops in the mating tent. or narinder with aym and baal. hey why were people mad about that. hey. hey why were people genuinely trying to argue that the bishops weren't actually siblings because they weren't blood related. hey. hey. hey. hey. hey.

again I don't know how actually common these complaints are especially since I blocked quite a few of the common offenders I saw in the tag (because good lird. guys.) but . again. I saw it enough to make me 😦☹🙁

also can everyone in the hk fandom shut up about silksong "taking too long" pleeeeeease it'll be out when it's out i'm tired of people whining about it taking forever. can u people lay off the devs for like two minutes. pleas

#ok got everything outo f my system i'm so normal now.#ask #violence ask game #zote #<- he's mentioned in there i swear #among all other things that I'm too lazy to tag

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pompous-puffed-up-penguin · 1 year

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Comfy Cozy (Farrell!Penguin/GN!Reader)

Just a small little thing I came up with on the spot. You stay over at Ozzy’s place and steal his bath robe

CW: literally just fluff, I don’t think there’s anything offensive here

Word count: 931

It's not that you didn't want to walk home in the rain. You looked at the forecast today and remembered your umbrella, and it wasn't as if it was far from the lounge to your apartment. But as soon as your boss noticed the first drops on the window, he wouldn't hear any of your excuses.

"I'm not having you go out and catching a cold," he said. "You're staying with me for the night, and that's that."

Well, you weren't going to argue with your boyfriend. He was too proud to admit it, but he took any excuse he could to get you to stay with him (not that you ever complained). And besides, he had the penthouse of your dreams, with everything looking like it would take you ten years to pay for. Just stepping inside, you felt like you had to pay a tax for dirtying the floor. It was a wonder that anyone like Oswald Cobblepot would let you breathe in here, let alone spend time in here.

And even when he had to suddenly run out for 'business' emergencies, he would always say that you were free to do whatever you wanted in here. It took you a while to get used to the idea when you first started dating. Actually, you still think it's a miracle he noticed you in the first place. The only thing you had in the foreseeable future was polishing glasses and pouring drinks. But now you had one of the most powerful men in Gotham spoiling you and keeping you company on cold nights.

Unfortunately, you were left alone tonight, since Oz had to meet with a client at the last minute ("Got to do everything myself," he mumbled). And as always, he reminded you that you were free to anything in his home. He promised he would be with you before midnight.

Well, as long as you were here, you might as well get cleaned up. Knowing him, he was going to be stressed and wound-up tight as a spring. And what better way to help him relax than with some TLC? That's what you were thinking as you grab a towel and dry yourself off after stepping out of the shower (of course he had your favorite shampoo and body wash ready. Why wouldn't he?). Unfortunately, you didn't think to bring anything to help you accomplish your goal. You would just have to settle for your usual PJ's.

But then you spot something hanging on the bathroom door. A deep violet robe, silky smooth, looking oh-so-tempting. You reach out and feel the fabric in your fingers.

Well, Oswald did say you were free to have anything in his home. Surely, he won't mind if you borrow his robe for a bit. You let your towel fall to the floor and wrap the robe around yourself. It feels so nice on your skin, like a blanket fresh from the dryer. And as you breathe in, you can smell a faint aroma lingering on it. His musk. You can't help but smile as you bring a sleeve closer to your nose to savor it. It was like he was giving you a hug right now. If you weren't careful, you might accidentally steal this robe and bring it home with you.

Comfortable and relaxed, you make your way to the bedroom and lay down, sighing as you listen to the rain drops lightly hit the window. Resting your head and staring up at the ceiling, you wonder how long Oz's business will really last. He's had too many all-nighters to count. You really hope it won't be one of those again. The fatigue was getting more and more noticeable by the day. Maybe it has something to do with that guy running around in a bat costume you've heard about? You've overheard some stuff about him recently, especially on the news. Just another guy looking for attention, you think. It's hard to get that in Gotham when everyone else is reaching for some. But it's also hard to ignore how anxious it's making everyone.

You close your eyes, concentrating on the rain to empty your thoughts. You're just going to give them a rest, you think. And when Oz comes home, you'll be wide awake and ready for him. Ready for...something. Eh, you can improvise. --- Lingering on the edge of sleep and wakefulness, you shudder as something rough brushes against your cheek. You swat it away, curling up further into Oz's robe, your robe. Stupid bug, interrupting your dream. It was so nice, too. Oz just came home, and he was sitting on the bed next to you. Even now, you could feel his presence, and his smile as he looked down at you.

"I think you got something that belongs to me, sweetheart."

Wow, this dream feels so real. You can even hear his voice, along with a gentle hand on your back. Smelling the cologne in the robe makes you feel like you're in heaven.

"Comfy?"

Yeah, you mumble, it feels really nice.

You hear a soft chuckle. "If you want one of your own, you can just ask." You know he could, but then it wouldn't have that wonderful smell. And it wouldn't be warm like he is.

"Hm. Alright, you make a good argument."

You know you do. Now is he going to sit there and stare or is he going to get in bed with you?

Oz laughs. "Okay, alright, just let me get out of this suit and I'll be right there."

#pom prose #penguin #penguin x reader #fanfic #the batman #the batman 2022

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Conversation 4: Domesticity

This takes place during Chapter 6 of the main fic. Can be read as a stand alone and is also available on ao3

Eddie is fucked. Like fucked right into the shallow grave that he almost found himself being in fucked. Because the man that carried him out of hell and never left his side during his entire recovery just to make sure he was alive and stayed that way was making him dinner. Not dinner in the date kind of way, just dinner because they were hanging out and were hungry. And all Eddie can do is hopelessly stare at him while trying to keep up with whatever conversation they are having.

It’s not like Eddie didn’t want just to sit here and watch Steve patter around the kitchen. No, he tried to help. But after what Steve called an offensive way to cut an onion, he was banished to the island. He thought about trying to get up and help again. Let Steve tease him about his complete inability to cook anything perfectly that would end up in a blush plastered across Eddie’s face from the warmth of Steve being close in an attempt to show Eddie how to do it. But Eddie’s heart couldn’t put up with it today, so he just sits and watches. His head resting in his hand while he gazes at the back of Steve’s head, not even trying to stop the thoughts of wanting crowding his mind.

It was killing him, but Eddie beat death once, he could certainly do it again.

Though he has a feeling that Steve Harrington might actually be the death of him. The most perfect man he’s ever met is standing five feet in front of him and he can’t have him. Steve was straight, Eddie knew that. He told himself that through the budding feelings bubbling under his skin while on the run and even more so in the hospital afterward when the feelings couldn’t be pushed down anymore. And now he finds himself falling farther than he’s ever traveled before and can’t seem to grab at the rope to climb out.

“And I remember this mom coming in last week, yelling at me for not renting her a movie she said was for her son,” Steve’s voice meanders back into Eddie’s consciousness as he turns, forcing Eddie to blink away the staring contest with the back of his head. “Like can you believe her?”

“What,” Eddie questions, trying to piece together what Steve was saying.

Steve rolls his eyes. “The mom who yelled at me for renting her an R-rated movie when I knew she was going to let her son watch it.”

“Oh yeah. What a bitch.”

“Right,” Steve exclaims, the towel in his hands flinging up when he waves his arms. He turns back to the stove, stirring something in the pan and muttering about another disgruntled customer he dealt with today. Hopelessly, Eddie picks up his phone and messages Robin, praying she’ll tell him something to get his mind off the pull in his chest.

Then the song on the radio changes and Eddie has to hold back from groaning. He’s tried being nice about Steve’s music taste, but the top forties are really not his things. But they make Steve happy, and seeing him smile will pretty much get Eddie to do anything. So he sits through Steve’s music at his house and Steve sits through his at the trailer. An equal agreement they’ve decided on.

What Eddie doesn’t expect is the small mumbles of a tune coming from where Steve is stirring the pasta. Something so soft no one would have noticed it. But Eddie notices pretty much everything about Steve, so he hears it. Steve is singing along to the song quietly under his breath in a way that he probably doesn’t know that he’s doing it. Nodding his head slowly with the beat as the pop melody comes through the radio.

Eddie’s fingers dig themselves into his skull, trying to physically pull the thoughts out of his head. Here Steve is just doing nothing and all Eddie wants to do is jump to the table and drag Steve into a hug, sway with him to the stupid pop songs until the food is burnt and they end up just ordering a pizza. It hurts so much to want this with someone he knows will never happen. He can see it all in his head when he falls asleep, watch the events play out like a movie. They would be together and in love and Eddie would never be happier. But it is all just a fantasy like his DND campaigns, realities that he twisted and created in his mind to never come true.

However, some of his campaigns became true, just not in the way he thought they would. Maybe this fantasy would come true too. But that hope had to be squashed if Eddie ever planned on making it out alive.

Stirring in the last of the ingredients, Steve makes up two plates and brings them over to the island, smiling at Eddie as the song ends. It is so effortlessly perfect and wonderful and just plain Steve, leaving Eddie not quite knowing what to do about it.

Forcing himself to move, he reaches forward and slides the plate closer to him, piling food in his mouth in some sort of distraction. It backfires tremendously because of course out of everything, Steve also had to be an amazing cook. He actually moans a little, watching as Steve’s face scrunches up at the sound.

“This is so fucking good Stevie, like you have no idea,” Eddie grumbles over mouthfuls of food.

“Really?” Steve asks, a little bashful.

Eddie enthusiastically nods his head. “Absolutely. I don’t know why you get so unsure about you’re cooking, you’ve never made something terrible.”

“I don’t know about that,” he ducks his head, hiding away from Eddie’s gaze as if he’s undeserving of it.

It surprises him sometimes how insecure Steve is. The persona that he adorned in high school paraded around the school as if he owned it, not bothering to listen to people who pointed out his faults. But the person who sits in front of him always has an air of uncertainty clouded over his head. As if he can make one small move and that would be it, everything would break and come crumbling down. Because if Steve wasn’t perfect, then who was Steve?

“Steve,” he says softly, cocking his head to the side and reaching out to cover Steve’s hand that rests on the table. “You don’t have to hide from me. And you certainly don’t have to because of something you’re good at. Or like. I can tell you like cooking by the way you constantly shove me out of the kitchen.”

Steve scoffs. “I didn’t shove you out of the kitchen.”

“You totally did. You yelled at me for cutting an onion wrong and then told me, nay commanded me to sit and watch you cook.”

“Well, it’s your own fault for cutting an onion wrong.” The sideways smile that Eddie has grown to love returns to Steve’s face.

Eddie responds with a smile of his own. “Well, I don’t know how one cuts an onion wrong.”

“You didn’t even peel it. You were cutting the onion with the outer shell still on it you maniac,” Steve exclaims, all previous embarrassment gone without a trace.

Satisfied, Eddie takes another bite of his food. “I might be a maniac, but at least I actually eat my dinner.”

Steve scrunches up his face. “I ate some.”

“No, you didn’t. You moved some around on you’re plate.” Steve tries to roll his eyes but the sentiment of Eddie noticing comes through. “Come on eat some. Don’t make me feed it to you.”

He gawks at Eddie. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would, sweetheart.” Before Steve has a chance to respond, Eddie reaches across the table and stabs some of the pasta with Steve’s fork, shoving it in his open mouth.

Steve instinctively closes it, a blush creeping onto his face. Eddie pulls out the fork, dropping it onto Steve’s plate before sitting back in his chair victoriously. “You are an asshole,” Steve eventually says. “Need me to prove that I swallowed it too?”

“Nah, think that was enough for me. Like it?”

“You shoving food into my mouth, no. Think I’ll pass on that next time thank you,” Steve grumbles as he eats another forkful.

Eddie smirks. “No, the food.”

“Oh. Yeah, it’s good.” Steve leaves it at that.

Eddie doesn’t understand Steve’s constant need to be perfect. Not when true perfection only shines through the cracks of imperfection, each missing piece and crevice making a whole unique person that is just waiting to be known. Eddie knows Steve, a little too well for his own well-being. He knows that Steve will always be the last to eat his food, scared to see if he messed up. It’s never gone as far as tonight, but Eddie is fed up.

Fed up with the people who made Steve think that he had to act like he is walking on eggshells. That nothing worst than absolute perfection was wrong and made him less of a person. Eddie doesn’t quite know who to blame, but he doesn’t think that it matters. What matters now is being there for Steve. Letting him know that it’s ok to ask him over on a bad day, and ask for help with doing the tasks that his pain won’t let him do. That messing up a meal doesn’t mean it’s getting thrown out in the garbage, just means that it tastes a little off. Allowing Steve to be fully and wholly himself and nothing more. Because Eddie thinks Steve is perfect just as he is, it hurts him to see Steve think that is exactly what makes him so wrong.

“Sooo,” Eddie starts, trying to fill the silence they’ve fallen into. “Birdie told me she and Wheeler are hanging out.”

Steve shrugs it off, wiping off some of the sauce on his plate with a piece of bread. “Not that surprising, they are friends.”

Eddie has a quiet victory moment before continuing. “Yeah, but have you seen the way a certain someone has been looking at Nancy lately?”

Steve whips his head up, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’ve noticed that too?”

Eddie nods his head, “Hard not to. She’s claiming that nothing will come of it though. Sad, I think Nancy might have a little thing for her too.”

A mix of emotions runs through Steve’s face as his mouth opens and closes. “Has she … I mean do you think she is. Nancy is-”

“Don’t worry she told me.”

Visible relief flows through Steve as he slumps back into his chair. “Ok. Didn’t want to say anything you didn’t know. But she has been shooting Robin some looks hasn’t she?”

Eddie hums. “How do you feel about all of that?”

“What’d you mean?”

“Your best friend dating your ex, possibly. Isn’t that like the number one friendship rule?”

Steve laughs. “If I was still friends with douchebags, I may have had a problem with it. But with Rob, as long as they’re both happy, I don’t really care.”

“Well, isn’t that nice of you,” Eddie smirks as he continues to shovel food into his mouth.

“What can I say, I’m a nice guy.” A bit of an understatement if you ask Eddie, but he’ll let it slide for now. “Oh, you got,” Steve motions to the side of his face. Eddie nods, wiping a finger across his own cheek to try to flick it off. “No the other side. No, up more and no.” Steve’s chair squeaks out as he leans across the island, “here,” he says while swiping his thumb on Eddie’s cheek, sitting back down and not thinking twice before sucking it off of his thumbs.

Eddie is in pure shock, not quite knowing what just happened but knowing that it is having all sorts of effects on him. What those are though, is a mix. The comfortable bond between the two of them showcased in that moment made him feel all warm in fuzzy, or the slight popping sound that Steve made with his thumb that will certainly be working its way into his nighttime fantasies. “Uh, thanks,” he mutters, not knowing how else to react.

—

Steve’s not exactly sure what he just did or why he did it. And the look that Eddie’s giving him isn’t exactly helping. It was an impulse, something he’d done with Robin and Nancy before so he just did it with Eddie because it seemed normal. The look Eddie is currently giving him is anything but normal. Sure it fades away after a few seconds into awkward thank yous and you’re welcomes. But the look was there, and looks are what makes Steve nervous.

It’s because thoughts find their way of being expressed in the way people look at Steve. It all shows through in the sideways glances and pursed lips, the disappointing glares and angry scowls. All that people really want to say but won’t because they expect Steve to understand what they mean without words.

He hates it. He wishes they could just say what they really want to so that his brain wouldn’t twist the looks later to make them a million times worse than what they actually are. That something as simple as a frustrated grimace that may be slightly focused at Steve would turn into hatred spewed at Steve in the nights he can’t fall asleep. Looks haunt him more than he ever wanted them to, and all because he can’t believe that is all they are.

Back when Steve was The King and not just Steve, he would do the same. Spread looks with meaning behind them that no one could see because no one knew him well enough to. To search the microexpression and see what was really behind the mask he made. People look now, read him like a book in more ways than he’s sometimes comfortable with. But the soft sense of being known calms his mind a night and stops the thoughts coming in as he assures himself that he is loved.

It’s still hard for Steve to accept that some days. That there are people who care about him enough that he can acknowledge it to get the thoughts to go away. Even when those said people do everything to show him that they care time and time again.

Eddie is doing exactly that right now. He’s washing the dishes and the mess that Steve made while making dinner just because he wants to. Even sat Steve down in his chair, forcing him not to help. Forcing him to watch in surprise that someone would do something so simple for him just because they wanted to.

His excuse was that Steve made dinner, so it was only fair that he did the dishes. But Steve knew that that was bullshit. Eddie didn’t have to do the dishes, he wanted to. Steve knows because the countless other times that he’s made food for people, the dishes would sit in the sink until he had time to clean them up himself. Robin would help when she came over, but the cleaning always involved Steve. Here, it was like Steve was given a break from something he was so used to.

Which only made his situation a hell of a lot worse. It’s only making the want deep inside his chest even harder. It felt like Eddie was giving Steve a chance to breathe, in more ways than one. He’s relaxed, not worried that someone’s going to hurt themselves or get bored too quickly. He’s not exactly doing anything right now, so he feels the ever-present tenseness in his muscles starts to fade. But more importantly, he’s not pressured to be anyone other than himself.

Not that the others ever made Steve feel like he couldn’t be himself. If anything they encouraged Steve to find who his true self was. But sometimes he felt a mask cover up his face again, covering the amount of pain he was in or putting on a happy face on the bad days. The group had been through enough, they didn’t need to constantly worry about him. That was Steve’s job, not theirs.

Eddie though, Eddie always found a way in between the cracks of the mask. And while Robin took the slow approach to get him to talk about his feelings, Eddie didn’t let it go until he laid everything out on the table. It felt that there were only two people in the world who knew Steve inside and out, Eddie and Robin. But Eddie was different.

Steve realized a while ago that he was feeling different about Eddie than he did about Robin. It wasn’t platonic in the slightest. Maybe in the beginning it was, but as their relationship grew, so did Steve’s feelings. After weeks of pushing the thoughts away and ignoring the fluttering feeling he had in his chest, one small movie night made him realize that he liked Eddie. Really liked him. So much so that small gestures like this made Steve’s heart explode.

He never asked anything more of Steve than he could give. Something so small and considerate, but one that he didn’t miss. One that he didn’t let go unappreciated. It made his heart flutter every time Eddie would do something to accommodate Steve, instead of him just having to deal with it. Turning off the lights after long periods of time so it wouldn’t trigger a migraine, turning down the music in his car if he drove Steve anywhere so it wouldn’t scare him when the car turned on, and doing the goddamn dishes whenever Steve made him dinner.

It was all small acts of kindness, but Steve never cared for the big ones. In Steve’s experience, big acts of kindness are done because they think that they have to, small ones are done because they care. Because doing them without even thinking about it means that it’s routine. Being kind to Steve is in Eddie’s routine.

“So, what movie were you feeling for tonight?” Eddie asks as the last plate clinks into place.

Steve sighs from where his head rests on his hand. “Don’t know. Something I don’t have to pay much attention to though.”

Eddie nods. “Might be a good idea since,” he reaches into his pocket and drags out a small baggie, giving it a little shake. “I brought the goods.”

“You say that as if I didn’t ask you to bring them.” The scars scattered around Steve’s sides have been itching all day as if he can still feel the teeth digging into his skin. Sometimes he’s able to busy himself enough that the pain starts to go away. Other days, like today, he’ll ask Eddie to bring over something to help relieve his pain.

“Can’t have any fun around you, can I sweetheart?” Eddie winks as Steve, heat rushing to his face. “You comin'?” he asks, halfway to the living room already.

Steve stumbles off of his stool. “Yep.”

He follows Eddie into the living room, where he promptly flops down on the couch, taking up half of the space. Not like Steve ever minded, it was an excuse to get closer without making it weird. Steve makes his way over to the couch after popping a random tape from his small collection into the VHS player. Eddie pulls out one of the joints, lighting it up, and taking the first puff. He passes it to Steve as they start the small routine they’ve made.

After the first joint, Steve feels the familiar floatiness under his skin as the pain subsides and his muscles relax. Eddie lights up the second one, mainly just for himself since his tolerance is much higher than Steve’s. Something that Steve noticed is that he has a complete inability to filter his thoughts or stop them from coming out when he’s high.

Staring is another thing that he is prone to. Mostly at Eddie. His eyes can’t help but trace the motion of bringing the joint up to Eddie’s lips, watching them wrap around it before pulling it away, the slight part that opens when he exhales the smoke. Then it would wander to his jawline and his hair, or up to his eyes. Staring at them while Eddie’s were glued to the tv, hoping that he couldn’t feel Steve’s gaze. If Eddie were to turn and look at him, he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d say. There’s no excuse is his hazy mind that would hide the affection in his eyes or the rush of heat that would cover his face. But he risks it all, every time because he can’t seem to look away.

“Getting real close there, Stevie,” Eddie comments.

Steve hadn’t noticed that he’s been leaning in, crowding Eddie’s space as he was inches away from just falling on top of him together. “Why haven’t I heard any girls talking about you?” he asks without thinking.

“Not interested in girls, Steve,” he reminds.

“Yeah, I know that. But like, why haven’t I heard any of them having a crush on you?”

Eddie crushes the bud on the ashtray, turning to give Steve the most confused look. “Not sure a girl’s favorite pastime is to have a crush on the town freak.”

“But you’re like so pretty.”

—

Eddie chokes on his breath. “What?”

“Yeah like look at you,” Steve grabs the sides of his face, squishing his cheeks together. “You have like nice hair and eyes and these dimples. Like the total package for girls. Or guys. I don't understand why you haven’t had a boyfriend yet.”

His heart rate is echoing in his head so hard he can barely hear what Steve is saying. All his thoughts are focused on the touch spreading sparks down his spine. Their faces were so close he can feel Steve’s breath against his lips. The thought that if this were different circumstances, he’d pulls Steve in the rest of the way, connect their lips, and finally say all of what he’s been holding back. Tell him that he’s let these feelings grow far larger than he should have. That his heart splits in two every time a girl waves at Steve because it brings down the crushing reality that Eddie can never have Steve.

He wishes that he could live in the moments from today forever. That the world is just Eddie and Steve, and nothing else mattered. Keep playing his fantasy that Steve would only fuel with how he says the weirdest shit when he’s high. That they get so close and it fills Eddie with such warmth that he never wants to leave.

But it always breaks. Steve sobers up and shuffles away. As if he’s scared at how close he and Eddie were sitting. That suddenly all of what Steve has said hits him in the face and he has to take back everything or clarify what he meant. Eddie wishes that he wouldn’t. Let him think that all of what he says without a filter is real and not just taken out of context.

“Hard to find a boyfriend in this town. Not like everyone’s as accepting as you are.”

Steve visibly deflates at the reminder, slumping back into the couch, head leaning on the elbow Eddie propped on the back of the couch. “They should be. Maybe it would be easier for people to admit how they feel then.”

It takes a lot for Eddie to not read into the words Steve says. Because he knows that what he means is exactly what he says. There’s no special meaning behind it or a secret message meant for Eddie to decode. It was just words, nothing more.

He wishes they weren’t though. Wishes that Steve was trying to tell him something. That maybe Steve felt like this about him too and didn’t have the courage to say it. Eddie sure didn’t either. He was always a coward when it came to feelings, running away from them because he knew how they could hurt. By falling too deep into them, he would just end up hurt and alone. He’d rather be with the person he loved as a friend than be without them at all.

Love just wasn’t in the cards for Eddie, not with Steve at least. He wasn’t even in love with Steve, not yet. Refused to accept the idea that he could be if he let himself indulge in moments like this any longer than he already has.

He hoped that someday he would be able to get over this feeling, let Steve go, and move on. Allow himself to feel something for someone who could actually like him back for a change. Who knows, maybe when the kids graduate high school he’ll follow them as they run out of this town and move to a big city and have a romance that would compare to the cheezy romcoms that he would make fun of.

And Steve would play a part in that, no matter what that part is. Because Eddie isn’t willing to let his feelings be the reason he loses this.

—

The movie ended a while ago, leaving just Steve and Eddie sitting on the couch. Steve should get up, pick up the cans of beer and toss them in the trash. Head upstairs where he and Eddie will go to his bedroom. Him sleeping in his own bed while Eddie slept on the air mattress on the floor. Steve secretly hoping that Eddie would climb into his bed like he did that one night again. The two gravitating closer together in their sleep until their limbs are entangled and Eddie is closer to Steve in the way that he secretly wants to be.

But he can’t. In the last twenty minutes of the movie or so, Eddie had slumped back on the couch leaning into Steve’s space. As he started to nod off, his head fell onto Steve’s chest as his body curled up into him. It was like when Tews would curl up in Steve’s lap and fall asleep. Trust, precious trust, that he was safe enough to not only fall asleep near, but directly on.

Steve couldn’t bear to move and risk waking up Eddie. Not only for Eddie, but for himself too. It was these moments where Eddie wouldn’t notice that Steve was looking. Admiring the soft features of his face as he let out deep breaths, blowing a strand of hair that fell in front of his face. He reaches over and tucks it behind Eddie’s ear, letting his hand cup his cheek for just a little moment.

He wishes that this could last more than a night. That he could finally admit the feelings that were bubbling underneath his chest, making his heart hammer so loud that he swears Eddie could hear it. But he can’t. No matter how much Robin insists that Eddie likes him back, he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t deserve this at all.

The person he was in high school would have scolded him for this. Branded him in the hallways with rumors and a list of names that no one should be called. Tell him that he’s the disappointment that everyone thinks he is and just walk away, not caring about the damage that was left in his path. It was what he did to others so it was only fair that he would do it to himself.

Robin says that it’s all bullshit and Eddie would agree. He knows he would. He willingly spends too much of his free time for him not to have forgiven him. Steve knows that he’s never said anything directly to Eddie’s face, but that doesn’t mean he never agreed behind people's backs or stopped the rumors from spreading. Stepping in before one of his friends or teammates threw a punch or a slur faster than Eddie could run away.

Maybe if he did he wouldn’t feel this way. That he was undeserving of the happiness that being with Eddie would bring him because of who he was. The old Steve Harrington didn’t deserve Eddie, and the new Steve Harrington didn’t either. Because no matter how much he changed, everyone on the street would know what he did. Know the person who haunts Steve’s thoughts and blocks him before he can take any step.

Looking at Eddie peacefully laying on his chest doesn’t help. All he wants to do is lean down a few inches to plant a kiss on his head. Wrap his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and tug him closer. Allow himself to fall asleep on the couch with him, no matter how much pain it would bring them both in the morning. Because he wants this. He wants this so fucking bad it hurts.

He tries to message Robin for some comfort, get out his inner conflict to the person who knows him best. He messages Dustin instead. After the surprise of Steve admitting his feelings for Eddie and coming out to Dustin all in one, he realizes something.

If that kid could look Steve in the eye after knowing everything he’s ever done and still stick around, then maybe Steve deserved to give himself a chance for once. They’ve been through hell together, but even through all of that Dustin’s not one to stick around people who are terrible. He’d be the type of person to drop them like a hat if he ever had to. But he kept Steve around. Stayed close until Steve was willing to open up. Shared their secrets and insecurities in late-night talks that Steve wouldn’t trade for the world.

Dustin knew the bad about Steve and still stuck around. Robin knew everything bad about Steve, even the things Dustin didn’t know, and still stuck around. Eddie knew everything bad about Steve and still stuck around.

Maybe Steve should give himself a chance like they all did. Maybe then he’d forget his past and look to his future. A future he might be able to have with someone he’d never imagined, but wants more than he’d ever think he could.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #pining #and some angst #stranger things #steddie fanfic #fanfic #the monster slayers fic

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mist// james potter

this is preview from chapter 4 of my story on wattpad

Esme stayed by her side for just a while later but out of the blue, Esme had remembered that her uncle actually wanted her for an office job, meaning she too had to go. Esme promised Cassie she would meet her later in the dorms. Cassie let her go, deciding she would look around Hogsmade just a bit more. She remained alone due to the fact she had a very small friend group, so she decided to walk back to the castle; but someone had other plans.

She felt a hand grab her arm and pull her into an alleyway that was so narrow people seemed that they forgot it existed. Cassie couldn’t deny she felt her heart drop in fear, she thought of the worst things. Her face turned pale, eyes widened and throat dry as she was expecting her mother to be the one who pulled her there.

She thought that maybe her mother had found out about James tutoring her and she didn't like it. Cassie could explain herself, she has never talked to James outside of tutoring—well that would be a lie but her mother didn’t have to know that.

What relieved Cassie was seeing James' face in the poorly lit alleyway, assuring her that it wasn't anyone else but him. "Fucking hell Potter!" She exhaled, hitting his chest, "you gave me a scare!"

"Sorry about that doll," James said before he looked down at her with a smirk. "Are you gonna apologize for that Black?" He asked her while wiggling his eyebrows.

"I hate you, so many words can't even describe it." Cassie said while putting her hand over her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat. "I'm not even sorry, you deserved it and it's not like it hurt. What hurts is my fist, Merlin. What do you have in there? Chest made of steel?"

"Well yeah that's what everyone loves about me doll.” James cockily said before he buried his hands in his pockets. "Can I have a word?" He asked.

"Do I have another choice?" She asked, huffing and looking off to the side.

"Yeah, you do have a choice, you always have a choice Black.” James said, not thinking much of his words.

Cassie froze in her place as she stared at him. She was never really given a choice before. As a matter of a fact, she's the most indecisive person to ever exist. She took a deep breath, overlooking what James had just said. "What do you want?" She diverted back to the original topic in order not to go too deep about her lack of choices.

James picked up on how she went silent for a while once he replied to her, that would definitely be something else they had to talk about. "You know I'm your tutor right, and as a tutor I have to make sure that my student is doing good." He said, taking a seat on the ground. “Not only in academics but also in other environments.”

Cassie looked at him, waiting for him to finish talking. She took a seat across from him, hugging her knees close to her chest. The alleyway was fairly narrow so they sat face to face.

"No offense, but you apologizing seemed like something new. Like something a Black wouldn't do." James said nervously to avoid another outburst from Cassie. He rubbed the back of his neck as he waited for some kind of response.

She seemed calm, she waited for him to finish and nodded. "I know, I'm trying to be better. Violence isn't an answer for anything, especially anytime someone calls me out on my actions." She told him.

The answer brought cheer and joy to James, although he doesn't know Cassie very well. However, he felt proud at the moment for her talking about her feelings but he kept it to himself. "What makes you say that?" he asked.

"What makes me say what? I just said it, no one's pressuring me to say anything."

"I know, that's not what I meant," James said while he messed with his curls, he didn't know how to ask her properly about what her life was like there.

There was this silence again, is it possible? No it can't be… Cassie thought to herself, James couldn't care. He was simply her tutor, why would he give a toss about her personal life? "What did you mean then?" She asked him.

"You know how your parents were with Sirius, they weren't like that with you obviously, you're the golden child," he added while he studied her expressions, maybe he'll get something from her reactions.

Cassie however stayed calm, her face as straight as ever. "Yeah I am." She said, of course, that was far away from the truth. Now that Sirius is gone, he parents—if you could call them that— needed someone else to unload their anger on and she wasn't gonna let Regulus go through it.

James nodded since she seemed calm, "it's nice right? Being your parents' favourite, I mean. I love mine.” He said with a smile as he desperately tried to get her to talk more.

"Yeah, I know your parents. I’ve read about them in the Daily Prophet," Cassie said, avoiding his question about her parents. "Your entire family has worked in potions for generations, they alone invented nearly every healing potion. It is quite wonderful how the talent was passed on by generations."

James let out a faint chuckle, "yeah I mean I have the talent, I just don't have the love and passion to be a poitioneer like my parents." He told her.

Cassie nodded simply, she didn't know what else to say. "Why are you being friendly?"

"I'm not. I just asked a question and I was curious, I'm a curious person Black."

"Oh, I'd know that if we were friends, but we aren't," she said standing up. "Is that all?"

James nodded, "yeah that's all, see you tomorrow Black." James stood as well, the two of them nearly chest to chest.

Cassie turned and walked away rubbing her arm, she couldn't explain what happened even if she tried. Why would James Potter ask her all those questions about the household? Something felt off, what if he was plotting a prank to humiliate her? She doesn't want that to happen.

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