#other authors were just boy crazy and you know it's really weird to read a detailed description of teenagers kissing written by an adult

[sturncrazy]

SECRET KINK

Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem!)

(anyone else = green)

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!NSFW 18+

this is from a request for a breeding kink soooo!! hope u enjoyyyy🫶🫶

(breeding kink…obvi, no protection, pet names, praise, lang, and light mentions of drinking at beginning)

authors note: GUYS!!! sorry it’s been a fucking MINUTE!!! schools been whopping my ass but i’m back babyyyyyy!! and to the baddie that sent in a request lemme say girl don’t apologize for being into the breeding kink stuff cause i think it’s hot too🫶💋

word count: 3,112

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“here❤️” you texted chris,

pulling your car into the driveway.

“doors open❤️ the boys are still here, dw they’ll head out in a bit”

“nw! i wanna say hi” you checked your makeup in your mirror. you and chris had been dating for almost a year and you spent a chunk of the week sleeping at each others houses. chris had been having a “boys night” with his brothers and their friend, and you could hear their voices shouting over video games as you walked in the door.

“hi boys!” you said entering the living room. you were received with a serises of enthusiastic grins, but none of them seemed able to budge from their game. you walked up to chris and gave him a kiss on top of his head.

“hi beautiful” he grinned at you briefly

“hi hon—ooh! can i have one?” you asked, glancing at the table full of beer cans.

“yeah of course! help yourself” chris said, returning his focus back to the game.

“oh man fuck you” said nate, throwing down his controller in defeat. you chuckled and snagged yourself a can out of the fridge. nate fussed around the coffee table, already bored.

“what’s this” he said, holding up a card game box.

“some shit we got as PR, but it’s a drinking game i think? don’t know, we can’t exactly post about it” chris said, momentarily glancing up from his video game. nate unwrapped it and flipped through the deck.

“damn these are crazy” he said, his eyes going wide.

“really?” matt said, clearly uninterested.

“yeah like, just straight up asks your body count or take a shot”

“ooooo how improper” you mocked. nate gave you the finger, kiddingly.

“read me one. i’ll be the judge of how fun the game actually is” the video game was becoming increasingly boring to watch

“okay, tough guy” nate said, skimming for a better card. his eyebrows raised, apparently landing on one

“what’s the craziest kink you have? drink half your drink if you don’t answer” you sucked in your lips, and raised your can to your mouth.

“oooooo” nick chimed in

“bet chris already knows that one” nate said, slapping chris on the shoulder. chris laughed, his tongue folding over the front of his top teeth forming a cocky expression.

“nuh uh, you couldn’t waterboard that shit out of me” you snorted. chris shot you a curious look.

“weird game, probably meant for horny high schoolers” you quickly tried to end the conversation and settled down on the couch next to chris, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and your fingers into his hair. he smiled up at you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, which resulted in him getting killed off in the game.

“aw shit” he muttered

“sorry babe” you chuckled

“YES! FUCK YEAH! I WIN!” nick yelled moments later, while matt chucked his remote half across the room.

“who’s playing me again?” nick asked, eager for another victory.

“not me man, i gotta get home and get some sleep” nate stretched.

“i can give you a ride” matt said, reaching for his car keys

“sweet. alright, bye brotha” nate said, pulling chris in for a half hug

“bye, y/n” he continued, tussling the top of your hair in a familial way.

“night, nate!” you laughed out as he and matt headed for the door.

“wanna get to bed soon? i’m pretty wiped out” you said turning to chris

“yeah sure thing. i just need to shower” he smiled up at you.

“let’s head downstairs” he patted your leg, urging you to stand up and took your hand, leading you to his room in the basement.

“night nick!” you shouted out

“uh huh” he half answered, clearly engulfed in another game. you followed chris and padded down the steps to the lower level. chris had claimed this floor his and had done a nice job with it, particularly since you helped. it was cozy and felt secluded. plus, the privacy of being two floors from where his brothers slept was an added bonus. you flopped onto chris’s bed and reached for the tv remote.

“cool if i take a shower now?” he asked, you nodded

“okay…better not be asleep when i get out” while chris was in the shower you snagged one of his old t shirts and tossed it on as a nightshirt. your eyelids were just growing heavy, when you heard his bathroom door pop open. chris walked out in plaid pj pants, shirtless, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. he looked effortlessly hot—enough to wake you back up. he gave you a smile

“i love seeing you in my clothes” you continued to stare dumbly at his body, you’d never get over the sight of him.

“you fallin asleep?”

“well now i’m up” you said dramatically giving him a once over, eyes wide.

“little freak” he mumbled, bending over you to give you a kiss.

“dick” you teased, shoving him playfully. he crashed down on the bed next to you. you moved your head to his bare chest. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close, before speaking against the top of your hair

“hey speaking of you being a freak”

“oh?” you laughed shooting him a look.

“was nate right that i’d know your answer in that game?”

“well…” you struggled for words a moment too long, chris caught on and pulled back to look you in the eyes. his mouth ajar in a shocked smile

“WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?! cmon y/n you have to tell me”

“what?? no way! nope!” you shook your head vigorously

“what? that’s so not fair. why not?”

“cause…i dunno it’s embarrassing. nuh uh” you felt your face begin to flush.

“we’ve had sex like a million times. and you’re telling me THIS is embarrassing?!”

“okay well that stuff is different”

“what stuff”

“like…fantasy…y’know?”

“oh so you’ve had FANTASIES you’re hiding from me” nothing you were saying was deteriorating chris’s curiosity.

“well no not fantasies but like stuff i’d never ACTUALLY do”

“you’re killing me here please TELL ME”

“NO!” you dragged the word out and rolled into a ball away from him, laughing. chris clamored on top of you and rolled you onto your back, pinning your arms down on either side of your head forcing you to look at him

“tell me right now i swear to god” he said smiling down at you, his still wet hair brushing against his eyes. you hated to admit the way he was holding you down was already turning you on.

“you’re gonna think i’m weirddd” you whined

“no i WONT! i promise” he let go of one wrist and offered you his pinky. you locked yours with him and widened your eyes

“you SWEAR you won’t judge me”

“cross my heart hope to die”

“you’re an idiot”

“just TELL ME”

“OKAY OKAY” you pushed him off you and sat up, facing him.

“but just to be clear, i’m not saying we’d ever like do it. i’m totally happy never doing this it’s just like a weird thing—“

“ehhhh whatever enough spit it out” chris said cutting you off. you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior and took a deep breath in.

“okay fine. i guess i’ve always kinda had a breeding kink?” you winced at your own confession. chris raised an eyebrow

“i mean i’ve never done anything to act on it, but like the idea of it is just hot to me…i know it’s weird”

“so is it just the idea of like not pulling out?” his tone was impossible to read and you felt your palms begin a nervous sweat, what if this freaked him out?

“no-well i mean— that’s a part of it yeah—but not just that, y’know?” chris nodded, taking in what you’re saying.

“but you’re on birth control right? like nothing would actually…?” he raised his hand, in gesture to what he meant.

“oh no, i guess it’s sorta more a role play thing? it’s not that i actually’d wanna get pregnant, just more the idea of pretending like that—i—it’s weird i know—sorry—“

“i don’t think so” he cut you off, shaking his head. you froze slightly

“you don’t?” he gave you a small smirk

“no, i get” you felt your heart beat heavily against your chest. he studied your face for a moment, the silence in the room drowned out by the obvious tension, before he suddenly broke out of it.

“so, what are we watching?” he asked lightly, lying back with his an arm behind his head and facing the tv. you felt a small wave of disappointment at the sudden shift, but went with it.

“oh i dunno, nothing looks great” you sighed, lying back down onto chris’s chest. he mumbled a response into the top of your head, his free hand softly brushing up and down your arm. you picked back up the remote and continued to flip through the screen. you landed on an old comfort show and before you knew it the conversation seemed like ancient history. chris eventually moved his arm from yours to around your waist. you raised a leg over his. your eyes flitted down to his fingertips where he was playing with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. he mustve noticed because he began to pull the fabric up higher, exposing even more of your barely covered lower half. you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“what?” he chuckled

“whatcha doing there christopher”

“nothing” he mused, watching his own hands fumble with the shirt, the occasional bump of his cold fingertips against your skin sending little jolts through your body

“y’just look so sexy like this” he mumbled

“oh yeah?” his hands now lightly grazing your bare hip bone, the angle of your body being the only thing keeping you from behind entirely exposed.

“mhm. gets me all worked up”

“how worked up” you said in a innocent tone, looking up at him with doe eyes before sliding the hand your had from his stomach to his crotch. his eyes screwed shut and he let out a small hiss as your palm reached his already stiff clothed length. you scoffed lightly.

“hard for me already, huh?” you began to rub your hand against him, adding some pressure. chris squirmed under your touch, a faint groan escaping him. he nodded.

“aww poor thing. want me to help you out?” you said in a sweetly, palming his dick harder. he nodded his head, again, vigorously. you removed your hand to spit on it and he watched you wide eyed. you bit your lip in a smile, loving getting to see his face contort in desperation as you moved your hand down the waistband of his pjs. you wrapped your grip around his hard cock, it twitched against your touch and he let out an unsteady breath. you kept your eyes on him as you began to pump your hand up and down his length, watching him let out small moans and grasp at the sheets nearby.

“oh—fuck—“ chris sighed out. throwing his head back, his eyes rolling back into the sockets. his obvious enjoyment only made you want to hear more. you began to leave wet open mouthed kisses on his chest and moved down, slowly. his stomach flexed against each kiss and he whined against your teasing. you reached his waistband and looked up at him. he lifted his hips, allowing you to discard the pjs. his throbbing cock, still slick with your spit, slapped against his stomach. you returned your hand to wrap around the base of it and brought your lips to leave a sloppy kiss on its flushed tip. he shuddered before you began to lower down, sinking his dick into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, a trail of spit leaving your mouth. chris’s groans and curses filled the room in harmony with your occasional gags against his length. you felt one of his large hands reach for the back of your head. you tried to prepare yourself for him to push you further down, fucking your throat as he often liked to, but we’re surprised when he yanked your hair back, pulling you off of him. you looked up at him in confusion. he smirked and reached for your waist to bring you closer to him

“can’t cum yet baby” he lifted you onto his lap, his lips brushing yours

“don’t wanna waste any of it” he rasped against your mouth

“wha—“ you tried to question, as he wrapped an arm around your waist and tossed you onto your back. he pinned you, wrists by your head, and leaned down

“you heard me” he said cockily, before beginning to kiss you. you almost managed to fight for more answers, but chris began to grind his exposed rock hard dick up against your pussy and your mind went blank.

“oh—god—“ you moaned dumbly, raising your hips higher to meet his motion. his cock began to run up and down against your slick bare folds, brushing your clit repeatedly.

“such a good girl—so wet for me” he breathed out, the tip of his dick just barely adding pressure against your throbbing entrance. you heaved and thrashed underneath him. he kept your arms pinned and savored watching you become even more desperate.

“chris—please—“

he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, and slide his hands to lock into yours.

“you ready baby?” he rasped out, letting go of your hands. you nodded and moaned against him.

“good” he said with a kiss before beginning to slide himself deep into your core. you let out a whimper as the tip of his dick pressed up against your most sensitive spot. a groan tumbled from chris’s lips and his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your walls fully tightening around him.

“god you feel so good, baby” he mumbled, before pulling back out of you almost fully

“please—fuck me, chris—“ you almost cried out, your pussy aching for more.

“—i need it so bad”

“yeah? you need my dick, honey?” he said sweetly, smirking down at you. you whined again and nodded as he thrusted deep into you again.

“oh god—yes—“ your fingernails reached to latch themselves deep into the flesh of his shoulders as he began to find a steady slow rhythm in and out and in and out of your squelching wet core. Chris’s eyes scanned your face and body lying beneath him as he fucked into you. they landed on your stomach and he licked his lips at the sight.

“fuck—look—can see me inside you—“

sure enough, his hard length created a bulge against your stomach with each thrust deep into you. Chris lowered a hand to press against it. you bit your lip and sighed out, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin and bit your earlobe lightly.

“can’t wait to fuck a baby into you” he hoarsely whispered

“what—“ you half moan out, still too consumed with pleasure to think straight

“you heard me, sweetheart—gonna fill you up and stuff your little pussy—you’ll look so pretty all full of my cum”

your stomach twisted and your heart raced. you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan at chris’s words.

“you want me to give you a baby? huh, princess?”

“fuck yes—-please—“ you said, desperately. chris continues to slam into you, perfectly hitting where you needed him most. he gave you a passionate kiss before saying against your lips

“you gonna take every drop of my load, right?“

“yes chris—i promise—“

“such a good girl”

“don’t fucking stop—fuck—“

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give your pussy all the cum it deserves” he started to pick up the pace of his even plunges into you and the sound of your skin slapping against his began to echo in the room.

“gonna get you all big and fat and pregnant. well make the prettiest baby in the world”

“oh god—feels so fucking good—“ you whimper

“you ready, baby? want my cum in you now?” chris groaned, breathlessly. you felt your walls tighten around him as the familiar knot in your stomach started to form.

“yes—-please—fuck chris fill me with your cum—“ his dick twitched inside you at your words

“you’re gonna make such a perfect mommy—you’re doing so good for me gorgeous—just keep taking me just like that—”

the knot in your stomach begins to reach its last moments

“Chris—fuck—I’m gonna cum—“ you cry out

“good girl—cum all over my cock, sweetheart—“ Chris huffed out, coaxing you to release. your hearing begins to buzz as you feel yourself come undone. Chris continues to fuck you through your high as his motions begin to get more sloppy, the clenching of your walls bringing him closer to cumming.

“Ohhh—oh shit baby—“ he began to whine

“mmm that’s it—cum in me, chris—put your baby in me” you sigh out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you start to regain your senses

“ohh—nggh—i’m cumming—fuck, baby—-here it comes—“ chris pants as he roughly thrusts into you, his thighs and upper arms shaking slightly.

“OHHHH—“ his brow furrows as his release takes over. he lets out a loud moan as he haults, his cock buried all the way inside you. he shoots hot, thick, strands of his cum deep inside your walls, and then collapses against your body. the two of you try to regain your breath. chris lifts himself back up to look down at you and gives you a kiss, still buried inside you. you smile against his lips.

“how was that” he breathed out

“fucking perfect” you giggled

“yeah? i think so too” he chuckled, giving you a peck before lifting himself higher off you to pull out of you. he removed himself, gently trying to be aware of your sensitivity. you whined at the loss a little. he sits back and stares between your legs where your entrances still pulsates slightly, his cum leaking out. his jaw went slack

“what?” you giggled again, feeling a little embarrassed

“i could get used to seeing that” he said, not pulling his eyes away

“chrissss” you whine, attempting to shut your legs. he stops you with his arms

“nuh uh” he says before taking two of his fingers up to collect his cum and shoving them back inside you. you let out a sharp moan at the sudden feeling. he leans back over you with a smirk

“can’t waste any” he said, giving you yet another kiss

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HEHE

hope u guys like this one

ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!!!!

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[kaleldobrev]

The First Butterfly

Pairing: Castiel/Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Cas bond over your current interest in butterflies

Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hey, I just found your blog and it's so pretty! I really like your writing^^ Could I please request something for Castiel x female reader, where maybe they're not on hunts and they're just taking a break, and maybe he sees her reading something like a book about butterflies or something like this and he starts talking about them and it's just fluff? Thank you in advance ^^

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cursing (1x), Lots of fluff, Dean bothering you (but lovingly like a brother cause he's bored)

Authors Note: I haven’t written Cas in such a long time, but I missed writing him | I hope this is as fluffy as you were hoping my sweet anon friend! | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It’s been a little over a week since you and the boys have been on a hunt, and you could tell that Dean was starting to get a little stir crazy despite your best efforts to keep him entertained with various ideas of things he could do besides bother you.

“Are you sure there’s nothing? Not even a vengeful spirit?” Dean asked you, taking a seat across from you in the War Room, propping his feet up on the table.

You looked up from your book - a book that you’d been trying to read for the past week. You gave Dean a look, a slightly annoyed look. “If there was a case Dean, don’t you think I would have told you guys?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He agreed. You nodded, and then went back to trying to read your book, keeping your finger on the edge of the page. “It’s just, it’s never been this quiet.” He said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. You looked up at him with that same annoyed expression you had given him earlier.

“I call that a good thing.” You said, looking down at your book again. You turned the page, finally able to read something new.

“I just really need to kill something.” Dean said banging a fist onto the table, the action making you jump in your chair. “Shit.”

“Sorry.” You closed your book with a firm slap, quickly getting up from your chair. “Where ya goin’?” He asked, watching as you started walking away from him.

“To my room!” You stated, loudly. “And with my door shut!” You emphasized.

For about the last hour you had finally found some peace in your room; actually being able to read more than one page - something you hadn’t been able to do due to the distractions Dean had caused you. As much as you loved the man, you wished he had taken some of your advice and did things to keep himself occupied during this weird break you and the boys have had. Despite loving hunting, having a break was something that was a rarity; and it was times like these in which you cherished it.

Lying in bed there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. You let out an annoyed groan, expecting it to be Dean on the other side. “Go away Dean!” You stated, only briefly looking away from your book.

“It’s…me.” A small amount of relief had entered your body at that moment, happy to know that it wasn’t Dean on the other side of the door but in fact Cas. “May I…May I come in?”

“Yeah you can come in.” You said, closing the book in front of you. As much as you had wanted and tried to read the book in front of you for the past week, Cas was someone that you hadn’t seen or spoken to in about two weeks - so for you, this took precedence.

“What’s up?” You asked as Cas walked into your room, closing the door behind him.

“Nothing. It’s been quiet.” He stated, standing awkwardly next to your door.

“Nothing on angel radio uh?” You asked, sitting up now.

He shook his head. “No.” He said simply.

You patted an empty spot on your bed. “Come sit.”

He smiled at your gesture, sitting down on the edge, very much away from the spot that you had touched. As he sat down he eyed the book that you had been reading and picked it up, the smile on his face grew a tad. “I remember when He made the first butterfly. It was truly a sight to behold.” He said opening the book.

For the past week you had been trying to read a book about butterflies, a subject that you had found yourself quite interested in as of late; not really knowing why. “I bet it was.” You said, watching Cas turning the pages of the book. “I haven’t read much, but, I’m really enjoying the book. What makes it interesting, at least to me, is that it tells you a bunch of different things about the various butterfly species around the world. Their habits, characteristics, what makes each of them special in their own unique way.”

“Do you have a favorite?” He asked, looking up from the book to look at you. He had stopped at a page talking about common species of butterflies found in Kansas - a page that you had bookmarked.

“The Red Admiral.” You smiled. “It’s the most common butterfly species to be found in Kansas. And one of the most unique things about them is their diet. Did you know that they love fermented fruit?”

Cas smiled. “That is quite interesting. I didn’t know that.” He said, lying. Of course he knew that fact, but that wasn’t something he was going to disclose to you. For the first time since he had known you, this genuinely seemed like a subject that you were truly interested in, and he wasn’t about to seem like a know-it-all, or seem dismissive when it came to this particular interest of yours.

“Do you have a favorite?” You asked. You knew that Cas had lied to you, but you didn’t care in that moment that he did because you were happy that he was humoring you in your interest.

“The Protocoeliades kristenseni. But, I have to say, I’m a little bias.” He chuckled to himself.

“How so?” It was a species that you hadn’t heard of before, despite your reading.

“They’re the oldest species of butterfly.” He stated, you nodded understanding. Sometimes you had forgotten how old Cas really was; until moments like these had taken place.

“I can see why you’re bias.” Your tone joking.

“I can probably say the same for you when it comes to the Red Admiral.” His tone now joking too.

You shrugged. “What can I say? Kansas as grown on me.”

“It’s honestly so hard to believe that there is over twenty thousand butterfly species in the world.” You said, you and Cas were now lying in your bed now; yourself underneath the covers and him on top. Cas chuckled at your comment. “What?”

“It’s humorous to me that you find that unbelievable but yet you hunt monsters, things that people do not believe in.” When he had said it out loud, it did in fact sound funny.

“When you put it that way…” you trailed off. “Makes it funnier coming from you. An angel of all things.”

“So, if you were around when the first butterfly was created, what did God originally call them?” You asked. “Did you and the rest of the angels get a vote? Or was it one of those things where he wasn’t taking any suggestions?” You turned on your side now, propping up your head with your hand and elbow.

“We, we didn’t get a vote no.” Cas said, smiling, trying to hold back a small laugh. “It wasn’t…it wasn’t up to us. But, I think Joshua did have some say. He was the gardener after all.”

“So it was always butterflies?” You asked.

“Essentially yes.” He said. “Buterfleoge, but it’s just Old English for butterfly today.”

“So, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it uh?” You said, Cas looked at you confused. “Meaning, why change the name if it makes sense.” You explained. “Butterfly doesn’t make sense though. I mean, I hate to say this but, was God…high when he named them? I mean, no butterfly looks like a stick of butter. And I know for a damn fact that butter wasn’t around yet either when he created them…or named them.”

“Jesus.” You were amazed. “I didn’t think you would actually do it.” You said.

“It’s not that difficult.” He said, as he started playing with his fingers.

“You named every single species of butterfly like it was nothing. That’s…that’s pretty impressive.” And it was. There was over twenty thousand species and Cas was able to name them all in less than 15 minutes, a feat that you didn’t think he would be able to pull off.

“It’s just as impressive to me as when you name every single Queen song like it’s nothing.” He said.

“You can thank Dean for that weird talent I have.” You stated. “Being in the car with that man every day for years will do that to you. Because of him, I know every single band from the 70s and 80s along with all of their members past and present, along with the names of all of their songs. Including, all the lyrics to said songs. Helps when he listens to the same albums over and over and sings along.”

“What got you interested in butterflies? I’ve never seen you read about them before?” Cas asked, he was now underneath the covers with you now, his trench coat hung neatly on the coat rack in your room in the corner.

“I don’t know. I just…for some reason I found myself really into them lately.” You said honestly. You had found butterflies interesting when you were younger, but it wasn’t a subject that you hadn’t delved deep into until recently. “I guess, I guess I really never had the time to look into anything that had interested me because of hunting.”

“Because it’s something that you were born into.” He stared, and you nodded.

“Yeah. While other kids were playing Barbie’s, talking about unicorns and butterflies and I was learning how to hustle pool and how to load a gun.” You were born into a family of hunters, kind of similar to the way Sam and Dean had been.

“I’m sorry.” His apology sincere.

“It’s not your fault. And, I know it seems like I’m complaining about my childhood but, my parents really were good people. Did the best they could.” For a while, you were mad at your parents, mad that they had raised you the way that they did - never letting you get the chance to be a normal kid. But in their own strange way, they raised you that way so you would always be able to protect yourself no matter what.

You had fallen asleep, your head leaning on Cas’ shoulder. The two of you had been talking for hours, and between the actual time and the amount of talking the two of you had done it had started to wear you out. Cas knew that you had wanted to talk to him more, talk to him about everything that you had learned so far from your book, but for the life of you, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. And as you talked about the Monarch Butterfly, your eyes had started to grow heavy. You had tried to fight it, and Cas saw that. As much as he had wanted to try and keep you up, he knew that you needed the sleep. The life of a hunter was tough, and not getting a lot of sleep was a part of the job. That is why he let you drift off into dream land so you could get that sleep that you needed.

He decided to stay there in bed with you. He wanted to enjoy the peacefulness of watching you sleep, something that he had always found fascinating to watch when it came to humans. He had only hoped that you were dreaming of butterflies. With a kiss on the top of your head, he shut his eyes too; not to sleep of course, but to just let them rest as he waited for you to wake up.

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[arent-i-the-fairest]

Idia with an s/o who used to stalk him (not in a perverted way) before they started dating bc they wanted to befriend him but was too afraid to approach him pls?

#𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲

author’s note : a non-perverse stalker, what an oxymoron lol— but i did my best to write it here! hope you enjoy~!! ( ＾∇＾）

cw : stalking

idia remembers the day you two started dating— which was also the day ortho revealed all the things you did to get to this point. (not knowing you didn’t want him to.) and idia was absolutely speechless— like, how does he react to this information?? does he… does he thank you for all the effort you went through? run for the hills?? thank you then run?

well, over anything, he is baffled. baffled that you went to the lengths you did just to try getting to know him. the biggest reason being because, well, it’s you— like, the coolest person in the school. you’re mx. magicless person that came from another world that also took down several overblots.

—he’d think you, of all people, would be able to just walk up to a loser like him and ask for his number with no problem. but ends up you were afraid of him. him. idia shroud.

(well, having someone intimidated by him… it’s not a first or anything— far from it, in fact— but still! he’s surprised.)

but anyways, it’s oddly amusing for him to hear all the shenanigans you got into before you two started dating. let’s take a look at a few of them, shall we?

one of the things you used to do was constantly look through his magicam— so you were always checking to see if he posted anything new, rereading his old posts, so on and so forth.

grim watched you scrolling from over your shoulder. “and just what are you trying to gather from reading all of his posts?” he asked.

“his likes, dislikes— stuff like that. he posts a lot about them, and is so passionate about them too! for example he loves this one idol group, premo— and this anime, attack on…” grim started tuning your voice out, sleepy.

“you…” he yawned, crawling up up your lap. “sound crazy— MRRAH?!” he hissed as you suddenly stood up, starting to pace back and forth around the room. “damn it..” you muttered.

“henchman?”

“I ACCIDENTALLY LIKED SOME RANDOM POST HE MADE 6 MONTHS AGO—”

you would often try and send your friends to go and ask idia questions, and they were… not the most enthusiastic about the idea of being your errand boy, to say the least. but hey, you gave them good rewards, so they all caved in at the end.

“so, you want me to run to ignihyde just to ask idia what his favorite food is?” ace asked, squinting his eyes.

you nodded. “correct.” “pfft— no way, you can do it by yourself, you’re a big kid!” he scoffed, walking away. “ace, come back! you know i can’t, i don’t even know how to approach him! do this for me and you get to copy off my homework for every day the next week!”

ace stopped in his tracks and turned right around. “ohoho— sold!” he laughed as he started running towards the dorm.

there were some times where you wanted to drop this whole scheme— several, in fact. because, well, this is weird. so you’d try and talk to him face to face, like normal people would— you had a pretty good chance of having a good, smooth conversation too, since you had the advantage of knowing what he likes and doesn’t like! —but still, every attempt failed since you ended up getting cold feet.

thanks to reading through idia’s posts, you felt prepared to talk to him. extra prepared, actually, since you brought something that he’s had his eye on— a manga, which he posted about wanting yesterday. that you went out of your way to find and purchase.

manga in hand, you approached idia’s room, but stopped halfway. did you really have the confidence for this?

on the other side of the door— idia looked at his younger brother, who suddenly seemed alert. “idia, i’m detecting someone else is super near— they’re right outside your door!” “WHAT”

hearing all the commotion, you were tipped over the edge and ended up running away. womp womp~

this whole thing was kind of a wild journey for you, one you don’t quite know if you enjoyed or not— but hey, you got your man now.

#lol psa : this is just fiction don’t stalk ur crushes (or. like. anyone else. ever)— that’s a very not-great thing to do #ok there i have shared my wisdom for the day #back to being dumb #gn reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #idia x reader

[matchaflavored]

what was it abt trrd that makes u rly like their dynamic? what tropes do they hit on the viola barometer

OMG yani... u r seriously a real one. love u. I will talk in place of myself from three years ago, when I was in that weird period where I was testing the waters between character dynamics in twst. The very first episode with Heartslabyul absolutely hit me like a truck. I wasn't really expecting the writing to be as compelling as it was (despite being a Yana fan and being diehard for her work, the Disney branding made me not take it very seriously), and I was like, oh wow, realistic toxic relationships between teenagers with no autonomy over their emotions and circumstances?! This rules! And you can apply this to a lot of the dynamics in twst, but besides the fact that treyrid is the very first one you encounter, I find Trey himself a refreshingly unique character. I guess a lot of people enjoy more emotionally transparent characters, because it feels affirming and enjoyable to see certain dynamics expressed a certain way, but when there was only like four stories out for each character I was like 'Wow, for a guy who gets defensive about people questioning him about Riddle, a lot of the fundamentals of his character and motivations revolves around Riddle!'. 'But Viola! He's been openly exasperated, dare I say, even annoyed at Riddle! And not in the funny bickering yaoi way, also doesn't placating as a motivation make Trey's feelings towards Riddle artificial!' I was super surprised too when I read his stories (in a good way)! Can this man both love someone and resent what he's going through by proxy of that person's uncontrollable circumstances? The answer is yes! And so much material support these conflicting feelings that I feel like are attuned to more realistic relationships. That was, by far, the biggest appeal to me. Conflict in relationships can be more than just aimless bickering but "oh the bickering is actually because they totes have the hots for each other!". It's unspoken words, self-doubt... it's questioning who you are and who they are. Their relationship is imperfect, by account of something that is out of their control, but they choose to care and support one another unconditionally. Trope wise... treyrid was (is? it's more was) somewhat a codependency, in which Riddle used Trey as an emotional tether and Trey took advantage of Riddle's superficial vices in order to subdue his guilt over he and Riddle's shared trauma. A queen and her knight... but in the end, both of them know they're above those experiences and the influence they have in each other's lives is definitely a net positive. Omg I know you don't go here but even if this is like the baseline there's still so much about them that makes me go crazy... You know how Kircheis met Reinhard as a kid and went 'I, with my tiny child body, have decided that I will dedicate my life to support this other kid whose life sucks because I see that they are more than that.' That is literally what happened with Trey and Riddle when they were kids. Insane power tripped pretty boy with his kind gentle giant friend who acts as his moral compass for a majority of their appearances together. Said friend also challenged pretty boy's authority and pretty boy felt betrayed because they felt like the unconditional bond they had was breaking. Good stuff.

#tldr they are in love and life is hard and can strain emotions but that doesnt make u love the person u do any less #u just gotta persevere more. THAT IS LOVE! #v.txt #asks

[pancake-breakfast]

Running a bit late on the last chapters for this week, but that was expected. Let's finish up Volume 2!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6

TriMax Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 2, Chapters 6-7 below.

Chapter 6: Home Sweet Home

Is this Wolfwood or Midvalley? Someone else? I'm thinking Wolfwood 'cause the hair and the build look more WW, but the white suit makes me think Midvalley. Whoever he is, he looks so smol in the closeup of his crying face.

Scruffy hair plus cut to WW reinforces WW belief.

I like how a chunk of Nightow's aesthetic for civilization is, "What if small, mundane thing, but the size of a house?" Also, tiny Vash!

Drowning in sand sounds... unpleasant.

Hahahahaha, Wolfwood's love language is punching.

It's very trusting of Vash to take "I Know Too Much About Knives And Won't Tell You Why" Wolfwood to a place he'd dare call home.

Here's Wolfwood tactfully pointing out the differences between the two of them instead of throwing it in Vash's face that Vash isn't human.

Ugh, Vash is so worried about this place....

But it's ok. There's not so much to worry about, after all.

Gosh, the contrast between these two panels, one before he knows what's happened, and one when he realizes that, for now, everything's ok.

WELL NEVERMIND THEN. A THOUSAND YEARS TRAUMA FOR EVERYONE.

Fuck this guy.

Chapter 7: Darkness

I'm just gonna make a small note here that, on the title page, the shot of Vash from a lower angle behind him makes it so his hair looks almost completely black.

Wolfwood <3

I know enough to understand why Puppetmaster's saying Wolfwood's method's twisted, but... I also know enough about Wolfwood to know it's not nearly that simple.

Oh, no.... Not Unica.... /s :|

Welp. Definitely reading a seinen. They wouldn't get away with that kind of anatomy in a shonen.

Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope

This Vash is pretty much bristling right now. He's got both guns out, and the only parts of his body that aren't drowning in the bristles are his hands (which need to be steady for holding his guns) and his hips (suggesting his feet are firmly planted where they need to be).

Wolfwood looks concerned.

Actually, Puppetmaster looks a bit concerned, which is kinda dumb of him because he's the one who caused all this. Or... maybe he's just sweating because he's wearing so much black in a freaking desert.

Oh, Vash....

Shoot, there's another Gung-Ho Gun here.

That's a REALLY big hand.

I wish I knew what the heck was happening in that explosion panel.

You know... I'm actually kinda glad I was so late on getting to these two chapters. Now I can start on the next volume without getting too far ahead of the game.

Author Bonus Chapter: Anime Talk

All evolution eventually leads to crabs. Apparently, Nightow is not immune to this.

I mean... you're not missing much by skipping Titanic. I'd sooner rewatch Starship Troopers myself. At least that was hilarious.

(Also, I just realized he kinda called it "Starshit Troopers." Honestly... fair.

The other day I was at an anime con and a mangaka whose story is now an anime basically said the same thing. It's very much a dream come true for them.

This is the cutest thing Nightow has drawn. Except for sleepy Vash.

I mean, might as well shoot for the stars. I've long had a bit of a soft spot for Madhouse myself.

Yeah, my brain would pop out of my head at that kind of news, too.

Aaaaand I would promptly explode upon hearing they were gonna move forward with it.

Ohhh, this is sooooo indicative of the shows that were popular at that time. It was absolutely a ton of mecha, magical girls (this was pre-Madoka), harem, and guy-oriented romances where a crazy amazing weird girl just dropped in the life of some loser-boy.

Lucky for us all, Madhouse hasn't exactly built a reputation for themsevls as being "normal."

No wonder Nightow is thrilled about Stampede. He's getting to see his story adapted to an anime not once, but twice. And it's making people fall in love with the older versions of it all over again.

LOL, "Yoshimura Something-san"

That meeting was too long. No meetings should go for 13 hours.

LOL, Nightow being so excited about action figures. POSABLE action figures.

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 2 #pancake thoughts

[lvlycheri]

❀˳ ⁺ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader (female bodied, she/her pronouns)

summary: you and your brother, eddie, have always had a close relationship. but his jealousy gets the best of him one day, and you end up with a confession you couldn't imagine would come from your own brother

includes: SMUT, INCEST, perv!eddie (only if you squint), jealousy, unhealthy relationship, feminine reader

word count: 3k

author's note: this is my first smut please forgive me aksjaosjak, also, this is a dead dove do not eat and this includes incest, so please don't read if your not comfortable. you have been warned

"Eddie, have you seen my socks?"

You appeared behind the door frame, looking at your brother with a puzzled look

"No, but I am pretty sure wearing just one sock matches you a lot" You heard his voice reply back, making reference to the fact that now you were wearing only one sock, the other one lost at the sea of clothes you were losing slowly

You didn't knew when this started, but you noticed recently that some piece of clothes had started disappearing from your wardrobe, mostly small pieces like socks, panties and bras, though the last two were a mistery that only you knew, too ashamed to share with your brother

"Nice skirt, by the way. Really makes your butt bigger" Eddie said, turning off the TV and looking at you

"Eddie, I'm serious. If I was wearing pants, it would be ok because no one would notice, but with this skirt, it's very noticeable that I am the crazy girl who only wears one sock because she cannot find the other one" You said, coming closer to your brother and sitting by his side on the couch

"Maybe you shouldn't go out with a skirt, then?"

"Well, Patrick is a very nice guy and I want to look equally as nice, so I have to go wearing this skirt"

You quickly realized the mistake you had done as soon as the words left your mouth. You hadn't told your brother about your little date, choosing to leave out the fact that you were going out with a boy instead of the group of girls you initially told him

"I thought you were going out with Olivia and Valentina?"

"I kinda... changed plans" You tried to play it off, shrugging your shoulders and preparing to get up from the couch to keep doing your search for the lost sock. Instead, your wrist was held by Eddie's hand and you were pushed back into his thighs, your legs in each side of his thighs and your face turned to him

"You are not going out with him"

His face was nothing but kind, his eyes showing how serious he was. It was very different from the Eddie you were used, the one who would spoil his sister, say yes to every new piece of clothes she wanted to buy and even take her to girls night every weekend. This Eddie that was in front of her was the one she desperately wanted to avoid: the jealous brother, who wouldn't let her go near a boy even if it was his friends

"I'm tired of you bossing me around when the subject is boys. I am the only one in my class who hasn't dated yet, and all my friends say it's so weird how it is your fault" You confessed, a pouting forming in your lips

"Well, then you will have to change friends" Eddie answered, which shocked you. He never had the audacity to talk bad about your girl friends, only about the boys. This was a new level of controlling even for him

"You cannot be serious"

"I am deadly serious. Can't you see your friends are just jealous of the relationship we have?" He stated, his arms coming to hug your waist from behind, with his head resting between your head and shoulder "I bet they don't have a good relationship with their brothers and are just jealous that I take care of you so much"

"This isn't just about taking care, I want to have the same experiences they do"

"What experiences? Getting fucked by anyone? Using drugs, getting drunk and going to so much parties they don't even know where they are?"

Eddie's hold on you started to tighten as his words went by, and you had hold his wrists in hopes of making him notice that his touch was starting to hurt

"You also use drugs and get drunk, Eddie"

"But this never made me replace you. If I allow you to do those things, you will forget about your brother and slip away from my hands"

His confession surprised you, because you couldn't imagine that the confident Eddie, the one who would stand up against the social hierarchy and the same one who would call out the popular people at your school, was the one who was insecure about losing his little sister

"Eddie, you won't lose me. I will always be by your side, and no boyfriend or friend will change that"

"You don't know this. That's why I won't let you go to this date, because then I won't risk any boyfriend or friend, as you say, to change our relationship" He answered, mocking your tone

"Eddie, this isn't fair. Not even dad is so controlling like you"

You finally were able to get out of Eddie's hold, getting up and starting to walk towards your room. To your luck (or lack of), Eddie also followed behind your trail, like a lost puppy

"That's because he isn't our dad, he is our uncle"

"But he acts like a father to us, taking care of us ever since our real 'dad' left" You said, sarcasm dripping in your voice at the mention of your brother and yours biological father. Reaching your room, you opened the door and entered, being followed by Eddie who only closed the door after he was inside too. Being lost in thoughts about your date and how you could complete your outfit, you didn't heard the sound of your door being locked

"Yeah? Then why isn't he protecting you like I do? I'm the only man who is able to do this, you know this is the truth"

"This isn't protecting, this is just crazy. No siblings act like that with each other"

You turned around to choose another pair of socks, already giving up on searching for the match of the other one you were wearing. Getting down, you opened one of your drawers and found a pair of white socks with little brown bears drawn on it. Deciding that this was the perfect match for your pink outfit, you tried to get up from your position, only to find an hand on your lower back holding you in place

"You are not going to this date" You heard Eddie's voice behind you, and he pushed you even more, your face touching the fluffy carpet that adorned your floor

"Eddie, what are you doing?"

"I am teaching you a lesson. I do not want my sweet sister to turn into a brat because of some boy"

Eddie softly kicked your legs apart with his feet, his hand traveling from your lower back to your hips, while the other touched slightly your thighs. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped your lips, surprised at how much being manhandled was a turn on for you

"Eddie, I am not becoming a brat, I just want to.." You were interrupted by Eddie's low voice near your ear

"Get fucked by some random boy so you can brag for your friends? I will do this for you, sweet sister, do not worry. Your brother will take care of you"

Your lower lip started to tremble, and you felt tears running down your face

"Eddie, this isn't what brother and sisters do" You tried to reason with him, hoping that your soft voice would wake him up from those thoughts

"Our relationship changed the moment you started to tease me with those short skirts you are always wearing, with those revealing tops, with the short night dress you wear every night, with the way you would sit on my lap, and how you would pretend not to notice how I moaned your name in my room every day"

"Eddie, I didn't know. I'm sorry, I promise I won't do th-" You felt his hand grab your hair, pulling in a ponytail, and in seconds your head was being pushed back. With this newfound position, you could see Eddie's eyes and how dark they were, filled with lust. Lost were the eyes filled with kindness towards you

"You want to have some new experiences? Let your brother teach them to you, princess. Now open your mouth"

You did as he told you, scared of what would happen if you dared to disobey him. You couldn't have prepared yourself for the way he spat on your mouth, with some of the fluid going down your chin

"This is a view I was waiting so long to see. This is what filled my mind when I touched myself everynight" His sudden confession echoed through your mind "Now, lay down on your bed. Legs open for me, princess"

Eddie let go of your hair and loosened the grip he had a few moments ago on you. You hurriedly got up and went to do as he demanded, laying down in your back and opening your legs just as he told you

"Now, I wished we could had done this in a more romantic way. But you were disobeying me the whole day, teasing me while walking around the house, and I can't let this slide, right princess?"

His voice was dripping with desire, and you couldn't help but feel the wet spot that was forming between your legs. This was wrong in so many levels, but the anticipation of finally being able to experience the same things your friends have been talking about, specially with someone who you knew so much like your brother, were making you develop a warm feeling inside your chest

"I'm sorry, brother. Please forgive me, I promise I will be your good girl from now on" The way your voice sounded surprised even yourself, and you noticed the way Eddie's eyes widened a little at the mention of being his good girl

"Fuck, you will be the death of me"

With that, Eddie put his body on top of you, his arms resting on each side of your head, just like his legs were on each side of your thighs

"Can I kiss you, pretty thing?"

Your heart melted seeing how your brother was still caring about you, even if he was about to fuck his own sister

"Yes, Eddie, kiss me"

His lips quickly found yours, and a warm feeling spread through your body. You opened your mouth slightly and Eddie took the chance to explore your mouth with his tongue. You could feel how this was a moment he was waiting for so long, and letting a moan escape into his mouth, your hands found its way towards your brother hair, pulling it as slightly you could.

His lips found the way to your neck, bitting and marking as much as he could. Your only reaction was to moan his name louder and louder each time, savouring the feeling of his teeths against your soft skin

It was then that you heard him unbuckle his belt, his lips never leaving your skin, but his hands working quickly in his pants

"I wish I could take more time with you, but soon our uncle will be here and I need to feel my cock inside you, I can't wait any longer. I've been dreaming of burying myself into this pussy for so long"

His dirty words made a warmth spread through your cheeks, not used to seeing your brother so desperate. As soon as he finished pushing down his pants and his boxer, freeing his cock, Eddie quickly pulled down your panties and lifted your skirt

You couldn't hide your surprise at seeing your own brother's cock. When you were children, you used to shower together, but this was so more intimate that whatever you had done before. It was big, and it scared you of how he could make it fit inside you. But you were also incredibly horny for him, wanting nothing but to experiment this new feeling spreading through your body

"Please, Eddie..." You begged, not knowing exactly for what

"Please what, sis? Tell me and I will do it as you wish"

"Please... fuck me" You said slowly, embarassed of the words that were coming out of your mouth

"I can't deny anything for my sweet sister"

Eddie pushed himself inside you, slowly. You felt completely full already, even if he wasn't even near done pushing all of his cock inside

"You can take, my good girl, you can take this cock inside you"

"Yes, yes I can. Please don't stop" You were already a mess, not knowing what you were exactly saying, only knowing that you wanted him to fill you more and more. He then gave an rather hard thrust, and pushed all of himself inside of you

You pushed Eddie's locks out of the way, wanting to see his face clearly while he fucked you

"Fuck, you feel so good, sis. This pussy is taking me so well, going to fill you up so good" You heard him rambling, lost in the feeling just as much as you were

"Please Eddie, harder. I need to feel you" You begged, wanting nothing but more of this feeling

He obeyed you like he always did, thrusting harder and faster, reaching a spot inside you that you couldn't even imagine that could cause you so much pleasure. He put two fingers in front of your mouth and you got the message, licking them and wondering what he needed you to do this.

It was when Eddie started to touch your pussy, quickly finding your clit, that you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to cum on his cock first.

Your moans got louder and louder, and he knew that his fingers was what you needed to cum. He applied more pressure on your clit, using his thumb, while keeping the rhythm of his hard thrusts

"Fuck yes, cum on my cock, and then I will fill you up"

You couldn't help but cry at the feeling that was spreading from your lower belly towards your whole body. Eddie knew exactly what he was doing, and he wouldn't stop so soon

"Just let it go, princess. You will feel so good" He assured you, putting his hands under your shoulders for stability and going harder and harder

It was then that you heard the front door opening, and your uncle's voice filled the living room. Fear of being caught invaded your body

"Eddie? Y/N? Are you home?" He asked, his footsteps coming closer to your bedroom door

That didn't stop Eddie, who only slowed down his thrusts a little, but kept filling you up with his cock

"Yeah, we are. Just helping my sis with her clothes here" You heard Eddie saying, his breath on an unstable rhythm

"Ok, I will be going out tonight but I will be back before it gets late, ok?"

Eddie started thrusting inside of you again, going not as hard as he was going before, but still being able to get you trying to control the moans that threatened to spill from your throat. His fingers started to work magic on your clit again

"Ok, dad! Don't worry about us" You dared to say, trying not to sound so out of breath like you felt. Just as you finished saying, a small moan came out of your mouth, and you heard your uncle footsteps nearing your door

"What was that? Are you ok?"

"She just hit her toe. Don't worry"

You were amazed at how good Eddie was at controlling his moans even when his cock was buried deep inside you. The thrill of getting caught, adding with the pressure of his fingers and the feeling of his cock getting in and out, was enough to put you on edge of your orgasm

Sensing this, Eddie quickened the pace his thrusts were going, and kept doing circle movements on your clit. That was enough for you

You closed your eyes, and with your head going back, you swear that you went to heaven and came back. The feeling overwhelmed your body, and your legs trembled from the warm that spread from your head to toes

You couldn't hear what your uncle said, but you heard the way the front door closed. Your brother never stopped his thrusts, and his lips came closer to your ear

"Cumming on your brother's cock while our uncle was worried about you. Never thought you were so dirty, princess"

"Only for you, Eds" You were able to say, moans escaping your mouth at the overstimulation you were feeling. Your brother's thrusts became sloppy, losing the pace he was keeping

"Fuck, say that again and I am going to fill this cunt with my cum"

Eddie couldn't keep the groans that were escaping his mouth, and you couldn't help but feel proud at the fact you had this effect on him with only your words

"Only yours, Eds. Going to let you fuck me whenever you want just so I can prove how much I love you"

In that moment, you felt his cock twitching inside you, and soon enough a warm liquid was spreading inside you and outside your folds

"Fucking nymph, charming me just with your words" You heard him saying, panting "Say that. Say that you love me"

Eddie didn't even though about taking his cock out, looking inside your eyes and holding your face between his hands

"I love you, Eddie"

"Not just like a brother?"

"Not just like a brother" you repeated, looking at your brother''s eyes

"Fucking love you too. Waited so long for this"

You felt Eddie's arms wrap around your waist, a smile forming in his lips, and in that moment, you couldn't feel happier for being his little sister

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #perv!eddie #dead dove do not eat #siblings love #joseph quinn #brother!eddie munson

[weirdkpopgirl]

Honestly | Chenle Imagine #2

Title: Honestly 

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of arguing

Word Count: 513

Author’s Note: Similar to the Jeno imagine that should’ve been posted an hour ago, I’ve been wanting to bring this idea to my story. I feel like we see Chenle always comforting or cheering up the members. And obviously, this isn’t a problem and I’m probably overthinking it. But I just wanted to write it out? Thank you for reading ^-^

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

Generally, Chenle was a pretty optimistic person. He was always laughing and brightening up the mood. You had never seen him be the opposite of those things. His lack of showing any other emotion concerned you.

For a while, your apprehension was concealed. Until one unintentionally deep conversation with Jeno occurred. Earlier on, his focused gaze on you was overwhelming. Considering he was almost like an older brother, you shouldn’t have been feeling nervous. However, your relationship, or Chenle himself, was a difficult topic for you to talk about. It was a habit of keeping all your thoughts to yourself.

“We’ve been dating for a fairly long time now.” You fidgeted with the black hair tie in your hands. “But I still feel like I don’t know him well?”

You knew this was just as weird as it sounded. Yet, those thoughts continued to linger in the back of your mind. Thankfully, Jeno encouraged you to share them with him.

So you continued, “Sometimes, I just worry that he hides any bad feelings from us. Do you think I’m being stupid?”

“No, I wonder about the same thing,” Jeno reassured you. “Maybe you should talk to Chenle?”

Initially, you were averse to Jeno’s suggestion. You couldn’t possibly confront your boyfriend. What if you were wrong? There was a chance that Chenle was perfectly fine, and you were just being overly sensitive.

However, your troubling thoughts shifted a few weeks later. The guys got caught up in crazy schedules. At a recent dance practice, Mark had to scold the members to stop playing around and focus on the performance.

Chenle told you about the situation when he got home. “Haechan Hyung left the room. And Jisung was really upset, so I tried to cheer him up.”

“Are you okay?” You asked.

Chenle hesitated, before shrugging, “Of course, it’s no big deal. We have to work harder.”

His casual tone bothered you. He didn’t appear to be the slightest bit upset. And he was always like that.

The boy was alarmed when he noticed you gripping the sofa pillow. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t get it.” You cringed at how your voice shook. “I don’t get how you’re not stressed from all this.”

“(Y/n)-ah…” He tried to speak. But you took his hand, stopping him.

“Chenle-ssi, I wish you would just say that you’re having a hard time,” You said quietly. “You’re human. You don’t have to smile for everyone all the time.”

A short silence fell on the two of you. He hadn’t expected the mood to become so serious. Nor did he expect you to be so upset. But he understood what you were saying.

The two of you ended up having a long conversation. For the first time, Chenle would be honest with you. He didn’t like talking about how tired he was. Or that he was secretly worried about whether his skills were good enough. But once he did, however, he’d be appreciative that you got him to open up.

The night would end with holding each other closer than ever before.

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[teddybear-sunflower]

The Soulmate Games - Oikawa x Reader (Pt. One)

Pairing: Oikawa x reader

Wordcount: ca. 5900 words

Genre: fluff, angst (not really), Soulmate Au

Summary: A countdown to your happy ever after. Something that is a dream to most people is a nightmare to those who don't believe in an happy end. But how can you avoid a part of your life that was always supposed to be there? Exactly, you just try to keep the clock ticking.

Disclaimer: Haikyuu and its characters don't belong to me.

Author´s note: IMPORTANT! For the very unlikely case you recognize this first chapter, I´ve posted it before on my old account on Wattpad that actually focuses on other stuff. I haven´t stolen it! As you will see, it´s gone from Wattpad and if you don´t believe me and actually know with what account I´ve posted it before you can go over there and slide in my dms. I will gladly tell you once more that this is my story!

“I guess, I am your soulmate”

“Y-yeah and you are mine”

“Wait, that was what you were saying in the first place. I am sorry, I can’t help but be nervous,” a soft laugh left the lips of the girl that sat only one lunch table away from you and your friends. Her eyes were almost sparkling as she gazed at the friendly male that stood right in front of her.

Even though soulmates meetings like this weren’t anything new and were part of daily life, people still had to observe when two lucky people finally met after waiting all their life for this specific moment.

No matter how common it was, it never lost its magic and that was something even you had to admit. Still, gazing at the new formed couple that awkwardly got to know each other, you didn’t realize how your friend that sat to your right gave you a teasing grin.

“You know, this is going to be you one day, and I hope that I will be able to be there to record the entire thing. Just so I can repeat the exact moment your frown turns into a lovestruck grin,” she taunted, slightly nudging your side with her elbow.

At that you huffed, turning your gaze back to your food instead, to hide the small blush that threatened to turn your cheeks rosy.

“24 days. That’s more than enough time to leave the country,” you muttered, playing with your food.

“You make it sound so easy. Maybe this is exactly what you need to be doing to find him. He might be a Peruvian farmer” your friend across of you joked. When you lifted your gaze to glare at him, your face turned into an expression of disgust.

“At least swallow your food before speaking,” you retorted but unfortunately, he just waved you off.

“He is right, though. The universe has mysterious ways to bring people together,” Mina, your girl best friend agreed “,but Y/N is right. Stop talking with food in your mouth, Ray. It´s disgusting!” She added, frowning at the male as well.

“After five almost run ins you are telling me that this guy is a foreigner? I am fairly sure he is at least from Miyagi” you reminded them.

“Well, maybe you should read the newspapers and be on the lookout for any farmer-conferences” Ray joked, making Mina laugh out loud.

“You are so weird” you clicked your tongue before standing up. The lunch break was almost over and if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t very hungry anymore anyway. Grabbing your tray, you were on your way to put in back but then you stopped in your tracks and walked back once more.

“And stop making fun of farmers. Without them you wouldn’t be able to eat most of your favorite foods as well as this apple” you scolded the boy before snatching the apple right off his own tray.

You might not be hungry now but maybe you would be later.

-

Soulmates really were a crazy thing and to you just another part of life to stress about. Just that this part was really annoying and unfortunately really persistent.

It wasn’t something you talked about to a lot of people – not that many would care anyway – but you were one of those people who tried to avoid the destined meeting at any cause.

How was that even possible?

You liked to treat this like a game and the rules were rather easy. You had a timer on your right wrist that showed the exact moment you would meet your significant other. The goal was to keep that countdown from hitting zero or else it would be game over.

And there was no restart button.

The ways to reach that goal were endlessly and still there was never a guarantee to win. Actually, the chances to lose and give in to the universe were much more likely than getting away.

Some deemed it even as impossible. There were countless studies of those people who had their timers going up again just shortly before they were supposed to meet their soulmate. Some thought that those few minutes just before the meeting were some sort of “space of possibilities”. The universe somehow brought you close but now you and your soulmate needed to make the right choices to find one another. It´s commonly said that the easiest way to pass that time was to act naturally and not to waver from what you wanted to do. So, in some way you would meet your soulmate instinctual.

But all this also meant that you could try to cheat destiny and make decisions to bring the timer back up again. The most obvious choices weren’t always the right ones, though. You heard countless stories but one that stuck out for you was about a woman who decided to stay home all day because she didn’t want to meet her soulmate yet. Her neighbor somehow set fire to their apartment complex and the firefighter who saved her from the fire turned out to be her soulmate.

She had to decide to die or go with her soulmate. Even you would have given that one to the universe, if you were in such a situation that was.

But what were the right choices then? There weren’t any. It was a game that was purely based on luck and instinct.

That was only one view though. The other claimed that even those cases were planned by the universe. To put it easy, they thought the universe was sort of teasing you by bringing your soulmate so close just to let them slip away again. It would be rather cruel but deemed as necessary by those who absolutely believed in the bound of soulmates.

You didn’t really know how to feel about it. You hoped that the universe gave you a little span of time to decide for yourself how to act but you couldn’t be sure since soulmates never meeting was still rare.

Even people who didn’t want to have a soulmate - and there were a lot – met them at some point but separated from them to pursue their own lives.

That seemed plausible and easy enough. You could do that as well. Meeting him once and never having to be frightened by the small numbers that were slowly ticking down on your wrists again.

Unfortunately, it was way more complex.

You hadn’t been always against the idea of soulmates. As a little girl you couldn’t wait to find the one. Someone to tell all your secrets to, to do romantic stuff with that you saw on TV and just someone to stand by you.

That kind of thinking didn’t change for the most part of your life. Only 3 months ago your feelings started to waver.

You didn’t need to lie to yourself. You had a lot of problems. Problems you only enclosed to your closest friends and mostly concerned your state of mind.

It started with seeing how your parents – two soulmates – broke apart by the selfish actions of your father. You watched him walk away from your mother and yourself just when you hit the age of 9. He never tried to contact you again.

Suddenly soulmates didn’t seem so unbreakable anymore.

It continued with you being mocked and bullied a lot through middle school. You, always being the odd one out, even though you tried your hardest to fit in.

Suddenly you started to see yourself in a different light.

Words that didn’t have any truth behind them turned people against you. People you trusted didn’t believe in you and people you reached out to rejected you without thinking twice.

Suddenly you feared feeling this lose again, making you too scared to reach out for people that might be able to bring you back on the right path, because what if they didn’t?

You started to get in more fights with your family and especially your mother. You knew deep down that she loved you but the words she carelessly threw at you every so often started to reflect on what you actually thought what you were until you started to believe that you were exactly that.

Suddenly you were selfish, arrogant, cold-hearted, replaceable, and unlovable.

Suddenly you didn’t think that you would be good for your soulmate.

It wasn´t like you have given up on yourself. You knew you had problems but you also knew that you could overcome them. You just needed time.

You tried hard to work on yourself and at least some wounds seemed to heal but far too slowly to let them show.

In started getting better in high school.

You were able to make few but good friends. While you never could win the crowd for you, there were people who liked you.

Seeing as you started to do better, you started to believe that someday you would be ready to face your soulmate and you hoped that the universe would acknowledge that. After all, through your first two years of high school you didn’t even get close to meeting him once. The timer never jumped and when you were in your second year, it still read about 7 years.

It comforted you to know that you had time to become a better version of yourself before meeting him, but everything changed within your first week of your third year.

You remembered waking up one morning just like always. Sleepily, you had managed to get into the bathroom and soon you were brushing your teeth. Only then you saw that the timer changed drastically. You furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped moving altogether.

You had glared at it for a moment before your brain finally processed the information and then your anxiety hit you.

2 days, 4 hours, 3 minutes. 22 seconds.

Since you were still soulmate-less it was obvious that you had never met him but knowing that just one wrong choice would have thrown you into something you were not ready for spiked your anxiety every single time.

It happened a lot after that.

Four more times to be exact and every time you felt like those few minutes just before the apparent meeting were the worst of your life.

At the same time, you were well aware that this wasn’t fair to your soulmate. He might actually be looking forward to meeting you and you were pretty much crushing his hopes. Maybe you were selfish after all, and you were a coward. That made you think that you needed to work on yourself and your self-esteem especially – which in return made you pull away even more in order to protect yourself from those fears and worries. You knew that this also wasn’t right which spiked your anxiety yet again-

It was a circle of wild emotions you could not control yet and with every time this circle repeated you started to feel more hesitant to submit to your destiny since your soulmate must be annoyed by you as well. Perhaps he already had enough of your nonsense before even meeting you.

So, the short answer to why you would not just meet him and tell him off was because deep down you wanted to meet him and didn’t want to throw your chance with your soulmate away, but you were too scared to face him yet.

-

His brown eyes stared intensely on the small timer on his wrist that was inked into his skin. He watched the seconds go down almost mindlessly but in truth there was a lot on his mind.

Since the nationals would be coming up soon and this would be the last chance for him to actually participate, he didn’t have too much time to think about other facets of his life.

It hadn’t been too long ago that the male would ignore the timer and just accept it to be there. That was mostly because of the amount of time he still had left to meet his soulmate.

Back then he believed that he still had years before having to take on that chapter. So, his time was completely filled with volleyball.

He didn’t know what happened exactly but someday the numbers on his wrist sprang to a significantly shorter time than it had been the day before.

It was unexpected and threw him completely off. For the first time something or rather someone seemed to rival with volleyball as his first and foremost priority.

Still, he couldn’t exactly be mad at that. He always wanted to meet his soulmate, wishing for true love and a person he could do all this cute soulmate stuff with he so often saw on TV or even in ads.

He was absolutely ready to find his soulmate and make her the happiest person alive.

If there wasn’t this little problem.

“Staring at it won´t make your runaway magically appear, you know?” one of his teammates joked as they passed him by at their way to the gym.

His soulmate apparently didn’t want to meet him.

Runaway-Soulmate or short just “Runaway” was what the people started to call his soulmate without even knowing her.

What got you this lovely nickname?

Well, when Oikawa noticed the change of his timer, he was quick to announce it to the members of his team. He was smart enough to not let it slip with everyone else since he wanted to avoid a crowd of girls stalking him an entire day just to somehow turn into his soulmate.

They clearly didn’t understand the concept of soulmates since they´ve met him plenty of times but their timers were still ticking away.

Anyway, that day he was over the moon and even thought about words to say to her. He also considered to buy something for her like flowers but what if she was allergic? Or just didn’t like them?

That was a struggle that busied him for almost the entire school day.

Well, back to the important things: he was excited and the harder it hit him when he somehow didn’t meet her. The happy-go-lucky boy for once struggled to keep up his act.

Back then, his members felt bad for him and tried to cheer him up by telling him that he would get another chance soon.

“It was probably just bad luck,” one of them would say.

And he believed those words. It wasn’t that strange that the first attempt on meeting failed. So, he waited patiently for the next chance to come around which wasn’t much of a wait really.

After that memorable day, his timer showed 5 days, 2 hours, 4 seconds.

He was surprised that he apparently was going to meet his soulmate while practice but on the other hand that would be a great opportunity to impress her immediately!

She never showed up, though. There was a person he met and at first he believed the girl was the one, but with a swift look at her timer and the fact that she arrived way too early, he knew that this person wasn’t his soulmate.

This was the second failure.

It didn’t get better from then on. Every time he prepared himself to finally meet you, it didn´t happen.

After the third attempt, even his teammates couldn’t hold themselves back anymore and started to joke around.

“Maybe she has a feeling how much of a whiny kid you are”

“I would run, too, if you were the one, I would be stuck with forever”

“Maybe your fan-girls are keeping her in their dungeon”

He got why they thought the situation was funny. Especially because Oikawa of all people had to deal with such a problem.

Someone who was adored by countless of girls that would ditch their actual soulmates for him and someone a lot of other people, his teammates included, thought was incredible annoying with how arrogant and entitled he could act.

It still hurt a little from time to time to think that his soulmate didn’t want him. After the fourth time, he even thought about forgetting this entire soulmate thing but last time, which counted the fifth time, he still was on the lookout for his soulmate or a person that was suspiciously running away from him for that matter.

Well, he didn’t exactly know how she managed to avoid him this often, but he was determined to break their streak and get them to tell him why the hell she was playing this game.

Right after hugging her to death, of course.

-

Unbeknownst to Oikawa, the two of you always had been closer than he anticipated, and you were comfortable with.

The first time, he was at the park with some of his teammates after practice and you happened to be there going for a run. Unfortunately, when you saw the crowd of people within the park, you suddenly panicked and started to run off track and pretty much just passed him by a few meters, hidden by bushes and trees.  

So yeah, that time you were literally running away from him.

The second time, he was at practice, and you were right outside the gym. Your friend happened to be friends with Iwaizumi and came to drop something off. You didn’t tell her that you were supposed to meet your soulmate that day, so when you told her you would wait outside since you felt a little dizzy, she didn’t question you.

You were simply happy that you avoided a crowd of boys that potentially could have happened to be your soulmate.

The third time was much closer than the two of you could even comprehend. Against your own will, you were at a café near your school with Mina and Ray. You were just making your way back from the counter when Oikawa came from the bathroom.

You were mere seconds away from meeting but (un)fortunately a guy suddenly stepped in front of you, making you spill your drink on his shirt. Oikawa was even turning his head to look at the little accident that just happened right in front of his eyes, but he suddenly got crowded by some of his fan girls, making it hard to see what exactly happened.

You pretty much stood back-to-back to each other for a few minutes, only separated by some girls.

That time it was truly pure luck.

The fourth time happened to be at your own school. Ever since the café accident you tried to hide your timer from your friends since they were ready to pin you down, if that was what it took to make you meet your soulmate.

As mentioned before, Mina was friends with Iwaizumi and him and Oikawa came to pick you guys up. Back then you didn’t know them.

But you knew that every meeting could end with a potential soulmate, so you panicked when you found out that Iwaizumi´s friend was as soulmate-less as you. Mina didn’t know that you were supposed to meet him today. Instead, you had told her that tomorrow would be the day and made an effort to wear your sweater in order to hide the numbers.

Mina was already waiting outside your school with the two males, but you didn’t dare to go out there. You called her and told her that you forgot to buy milk for your mom and that you were already at the supermarket, when in truth you were still hiding away in your classroom.

She scoffed but bought your excuse. When she left with the two boys, she also missed the way Oikawa´s face would turn sour when he yet again didn’t get to meet his soulmate.

Iwaizumi decided not to comment on it, knowing that it wasn’t something Oikawa wanted to enclose to any other than his team.

The fifth chance didn’t take too long to arrive. It also proved fruitless but at least it gave Oikawa some inside. Once again, he found himself at another school. To be exact, your school. The one he was supposed to meet you last time.

He was absolutely sure that whoever his soulmate was, they were going to that school but that didn’t make it easier at all. After all, it was a big school, and he couldn’t just freely roam the place.

He was only here to have a game against the school´s team in the first time. So, if his soulmate wasn’t watching the game or near the gym in general, he had a slim chance to corner them. Not to forget that they might have heard about this game and might avoid it on purpose since new people were always a risk.

He tried to understand her way of thinking in hopes that at some point he could turn the tables, but he knew that it wasn’t an easy task and most likely wouldn’t be succeeded today.

He knew that because this morning his timer jumped yet again. He was surprised when that happened since it was unusual for a timer to jump randomly.

When you noticed that, though, you were enlightened. When you found out you weren’t feeling well this morning and called in sick, you panicked, fearing that your house would catch on fire and that your soulmate would come and save you.

“Iwaizumi! Oikawa!” Mina called out to the two boys who walked ahead of their team. Oikawa faked a smile as he saw the girl in hopes of appearing normal.

“Hey” Ray, a friend of her, greeted them as well with a friendly smile.

“Are you ready to lose?” the female teased with a confident smile.

“As if,” Iwaizumi huffed as his eyes scanned the two people before him. “Where is Y/n? I thought the three of you were attached to the hip while school?”

Y/N

By now Iwaizumi had already met you.

Oikawa on the other hand never got even a glimpse of you but he heard of you.

“She actually has a cold. This girl is unbelievable. I bet she got it while running through the rain. She forgot her umbrella yet again but instead of letting Ray walking her home, she just ran,” she pouted while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“And you could have been a little bit more persistent about it,” she gave Ray a side glance which the male returned with a frown.

“You know how she is. Once she decided on something she keeps going. How do you think does she manage to outru-,“

“Guys, are you coming?” The captain of your school´s team called out to them, interrupting Ray in the process.

“Yeah, sure!” Mina

-

Those 5 situations caused the predicament you were in right now. Once again your timer was close to hitting zero and this time the time was rather odd but at the same time it wasn’t, considering that a festival took place.

That meant that most people would spend their evenings dressed up in traditional Japanese cloths, going from booth to booth and just enjoying themselves.

It was fun and usually you were all for it but this year you couldn’t shake off the anxiety for the entire time you were there.

Yet again, the universe wanted to unify you with your soulmate and unfortunately your friends knew, too, which meant that new players arrived and now you had to trick them while avoiding your soulmate at a place with hundreds of people.

Sounded easy enough, right?

It wasn’t. From all the times you had to deal with your soulmate this one was the worse. You couldn’t help but stare at your timer every few seconds just to realize that it didn’t even take 10 minutes anymore.

Your eyes shifted to your friends that walked on your right and left side. Almost like they wanted to keep you from running off. Who were you kidding? This was exactly what they were doing.

“How about we get something to eat. I am hungry,” you told them, hoping to distract them from their task at hand.

Mina´s gaze was sharp when your eyes met.

“I am not a prisoner, you know?” you huffed in annoyance.

“You are. You are cheating destiny. That should be illegal,” she snickered but the three of you still made your way to some stall with crepes.

Not too far off, Oikawa and Iwaizumi were walking down the road as they were deciding what to do next. Admittedly, Oikawa wasn’t really paying attention to his friend since he instead analyzed the people around him.

It´s a habit he picked up over time. He hoped that at some point a person would stand out. Maybe he would be able to spot someone, he saw the other times he was supposed to meet his soulmate. After all, it was proven that just looking at your soulmate wasn’t a trigger. There were two ways to meet your soulmate. Either making eye contact or bumping into each other.

Unfortunately, no one stuck out to him.

He was interrupted when Iwaizumi suddenly called out to him.

“Are you listening, Shittykawa?” Oikawa flinched since the male screamed at him while standing right next to him. He was surprised that he still didn’t have any problems with his ears, considering how often was yelled at.

“Of course, I am” he lied right through his teeth. The spiker rolled his eyes but decided to not argue any more.

“Mina, Ray and Y/N are over there,” the male pointed over to three figures. The captain´s eyes followed were Iwaizumi´s finger was pointing. He recognized two of them immediately.

The one in the pink kimono was Mina and the male in green Yukata was Ray. But in between those two stood a girl he hadn’t seen before. The girl wore a violet kimono. He couldn’t see her face since she stood with her back to him, but he could tell that the kimono accentuated her (h/c) nicely.

So that was the mysterious Y/N.

He felt a strange feeling overcome him while gazing at her, but he still managed to put on a carefree smile while approaching the group.

Inconspicuous, his eyes shifted down to where his timer was located.

15 seconds.

It couldn’t be her all along, could it?

“Mina, Ray!” Iwaizumi called out.

-

While your friends were ordering food, your eyes were glued to your wrist.

30 seconds.

29 seconds.

28 second.

27 seconds.

Your heartbeat picked up and you felt like throwing up. You would be meeting your soulmate every moment and this time you couldn’t just run away from the crowd and hope that this would stop the universe from setting you up.

26 seconds.

25 seconds.

24 seconds.

23 seconds.

He probably was close by now. How would you meet? What would you say? Would he be mad? Would you have to explain yourself on the spot? Would he humiliate you by rejecting you in front of the crowd? You kind of deserved it but that didn’t mean you were fine with it.

Your breath started to exhilarate and with every second that passed you felt like you might not be able to meet your soulmate after all because you were about to get a heart attack.

22 seconds.

21 seconds.

20 seconds.

19 seconds.

You weren’t ready. You weren’t ready. You weren’t ready. You weren’t-

“Mina! Ray!” A voice called out that you were able to recognize as Iwaizumi´s. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ray turning around, greeting him.

It was just Iwaizumi. He already found his soulmate, He-

“Iwaizumi, Oikawa. Nice to meet you here,”

Oikawa?

10 second.

9 seconds.

8 seconds.

7 seconds.

6 seconds.

“Hey guys, didn’t know you would be here tonight, or I would have asked you to meet up at some point” Mina who had turned around as well laughed. Most of the time you thought her laugh was cute but somehow it rung in your ears like it was mocking you.

4 seconds.

3 seconds.

“Y/N. Don’t be so rude. I know you are shy, but you could at least look at them,” your friend scolded you. You gulped as you closed your eyes. You saw the timer. You knew what would await you if you were to turn around.

Your heart wasn’t the only one that wanted to beat out of its chest. Oikawa felt the same way as he was approaching you guys. His gaze was fixed on you. Determination burning in those chocolate brown eyes.

This had to be it. You had to be it.

Both you and Oikawa were literally breathless as you slowly started to turn around.

Finally, the two of you would-

A strong push made you collie into Ray´s chest and a scream of Mina that her purse was gone alarmed the people around you, including Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

Out of instinct, the males started to run after the male that stole from your friend and that tackled you out of the way.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Ray who had caught you looked down at you worried. You looked up at him with a shocked face before your eyes went down to inspect your wrist.

This couldn’t be. What if your soulmate was a thief? A bump counted as meeting and as far as you were concerned, he hit you the second you were supposed to meet your soulmate.

You sighed in relief when you realized that your timer was still intact. It had jumped again. 2 days, 18 hours, 59 minutes, and 38 seconds.

Ray caught on rather fast on what was going on and when he saw that your timer was still ticking, he couldn’t help but be relived as well. While he also wanted you to finally meet your soulmate, he probably would have lost his mind if his best friend was destined to be with a criminal.

“I see you´re good,” he chuckled to which you gave a nod.

“Yeah, I don’t care about the bruise I will probably have by tomorrow as long as it wasn’t him” you answered finally pushing yourself off the male. Mina who watched the two of you, pouted.

“I am fine too guys. Thanks for the concern” she informed you, sarcasm was pretty much dripping off her voice.

“Come on, we all know that we need to be more worried about the thief, if you ever get a grip on him” Ray teased, knowing that Mina had a short temper and as well as a background in Taekwondo. No one should mess with her.

“I guess so. Anyway, I still hope that Iwaizumi and Oikawa catch him. I hate how those thieves target people at a place that’s supposed to bring joy” Mina frowned.

When the name Oikawa fell from her lips you almost jumped.

The timing was perfect. Just a second more and you would have met him when you were supposed to meet your soulmate.

“I think I need to go home. I feel a little dizzy after all” you quickly put a hand to your head, hoping that they would believe your little act.

At the same moment Mina´s phone rang which she picked up immediately.

“Iwaizumi?” She spoke into the speaker of her phone. You didn’t really hear their conversation but considering the sour look on Mina´s face they didn’t catch the thief. Meanwhile Ray gave you a worried look.

“Should I walk you home?” The taller male asked, putting one hand on your shoulder in a way to comfort you.

“No, its fine. I don’t want to ruin the evening for you” you told him and you meant that. Just because you felt like hiding in your room for eternity, didn’t mean that your friends had to suffer as well.

“I think the evening was ruined by that scum that decided to steal my pursue. Luckily, he didn’t get my phone, but all my money and my Id was in there” she pouted “but really, I feel like going home as well. Ray, how about you take Y/N home and I meet up with the other boys before going home? I think that’s the best solution” the black-haired girl suggested.

“Okay but be careful on your way home,” Ray replied. He might act like an idiot a lot, but he was truly a good friend.

“I will make Iwaizumi take me home, don’t worry,” she chuckled. You waved at each other before you parted ways.

You and Ray walked next to each other in silence for a while. Usually that didn’t bother you since the two of you didn’t have to say anything all the time but this time it felt a little oppressing, almost like the male was holding something back.

That wasn’t like him, so you decided to ask about it.

“You know, if there is something you want to say then do so,” you mumbled, your eyes were fixed on the river that was flowing past the two of you. The moonlight reflected beautifully in it.

“Oikawa is your soulmate, isn´t he?” His words caught you by surprise. With slightly widened eyes you turned to the male who was already looking at you. His dark eyes seemed so serious as he gazed down at you.

“Well, maybe. I don’t know yet.”

“But it fit the moment perfectly. I don’t think Mina paid attention to it, but you were so worried that the thief was your soulmate after he bumped into you, meaning that it could have been only seconds before meeting your actual soulmate and of course you would have known that because the entire evening you were gawking at your timer.”

“And here I thought you didn’t pay attention to anything but food and videogames,” you tried to joke. “Maybe you should become a detective.”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know. Since it isn’t any use to deny it, I will admit that it was close to the meeting with Oikawa but who knows? Maybe My soulmate is someone else who stood next to us. This accident really disrupted everything there. After all, the timing also would have worked for the thief, so it could have worker for Oikawa as well, without him being my soulmate”

You didn’t know if you were trying to convince Ray or yourself.

“That’s true”

-

Oikawa sat on his bed at home, already dressed in his nightwear while starring at his phone or to be more exact at his new contact.

After what happened at the festival, Oikawa decided to get the number of that Y/N. He knew there was no guarantee since soulmates were such a complex thing but something inside him told him that it was you. It had to be you.

With hesitant movements he finally tipped on the screen.

"Hey, here is your soulmate"

Your heart almost stopped when you read the message, sitting in your own room a few streets away from Oikawa´s house.

Your timer didn’t seem to be bothered.

Seemingly the universe didn’t foresee the advancement of technology.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #anime #haikyuu #my writing #manga #hq #writers #oikawa scenarios #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #hq x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #female reader #fluff #angst #soulmate #soulmate au #haikyuu soulmate au

[theriddlerdiscordkitten]

Crazy Girls (Chapter One)

TW: Stalking, weed, thoughts about death.

Author’s Note: Hii!! This is my first time writing on Tumblr!! This fanfic is on wattpad if you wanna read more!!

Quietness, is filled in the library. No one is in the library right now, great for Alison. She's at the main desk, biting her thumb with her mouth as her left leg shakes a bit. 

She likes to scribble on her notebook, scribble words or scribble random things. 

Her outfit is her normal outfit everyday, a brown sweater with a long skirt. No matter the color is, the brown sweater goes with it. She works at the library as a librarian, of course. 

Gets paid fifty dollars each hour, right in her range. Sometimes, her job scares her. What if a escaped prisoner is in here? What if he's watching her right now? Planning her quick death with a bowie knife?

She would like it though, to have her life to be ended. She's not young now, she lived a shitty life, and her parents hate her with a passion.

She never had a first kiss, boyfriend, or her virginity taken, unlike her former classmates. She was the weird kid in her grade. 

She was silent, distant, and always on her laptop during lunch. She graduated high school in 2010, but never went to college. Her parents are rich and after high school, they kicked her out with thirty grand in her hands.

They pay her ten grand a month to keep her silent about them. They were, and still are, embarrassed of how their child turned out.

"S-She's like..A fucking incel, George! Every single time we try to put her out to the real word, it never goes fucking well!" Her mom raises her voice to her husband one night in 2010.

He scoffs, "Okay? I was like her in high school and you were into that! Some boy was into her probably!" he argues back. "We could pay a boy or a man to be into her! Will that hit your g spot?" 

By the three inches open of the big door, Alison could see her mom shaking her eyes, and rubbing her nose bridge.

"..Fine, I know you have connections anyways." She sighs and walks off sight of Alison's eyes.

Ever since that night, she fully knows why her parents didn't want to be associated with her. 

In her parents eyes, if their only child is private and not profitable, people will move their attention back to other popular families in Gotham. 

She feels a hand in her shoulder, which makes her suddenly turn around, scared out of her mind. It's her co-worker, Caitlin, her eyes widened in response. 

"Are you okay, Claire?" She asks the shocked girl. 

The question repeats her mind, is she really okay? 

Or she's just ready to leave this library and go to a bookstore to get some comics? 

The second question indeed. She nods at Caitlin's question, staying quiet as a mouse. She gets up and grabs her notebook, plus tote bag, and goes to the employee room to check out. 

A couple minutes past by and she's out of the massive library, putting her airpods in her ears, and "Crazy Girls" plays immediately. 

Fixing her hair as she walks towards the bookstore a few blocks away, the sidewalk has little to no people.

It is raining hard, but it's a normal day for Gotham indeed. 

Looking down on the crosswalk, she doesn't want to walk, talk, or to have eye contact with strangers.

Her long, white skirt goes down to her ankles, her brown sweater is rough against her soft skin. She doesn't wear a shirt under the sweater, only a white, thin bra. 

Running her hand in her greasy hair, getting more tired, and angry over time. She has a bad, but good feeling suddenly. 

The woman looks up from the concrete floor, seeing a construction going on in the middle of the street, and beside the construction, is the bookstore. 

She could see the 'OPEN' sign on, flashing every five seconds. "Fuck..I have to take the subway if I want to reach the other side." She thought.

Rolling her eyes secretly, she turns her head to see stairs leading up to a train, and it's beside a drug store. She stomps up the stairs, biting her lip as she sees people, but it's normal. 

Luckily in time, a train slows down, and stops. People come out of the train with the people walking in the train. Alison quickly runs into the train and getting a seat quickly. 

Setting the tote bag on her lap, she looks around with a emotionless face. It's everyday people walking in. Businessmen or women, a mother of a five year old child, and people just trying to go somewhere. 

As Alison looks down at her hand to pick at, Edward walks in the train, and grabbing a pole to hold on.

He's on his way to pick up a old, but goodie polaroid camera that he bid on a website for five hundred dollars.

On his phone, he scrolls through reddit, while listening to a encouraging podcast. "Listener, you are enough. You are a big, strong male who any female wants." A male says with a strong courage in his voice.

Edward puts his phone in his pocket, now looking around as the train slowly takes off. 

Alison puts a strand of her hair behind her ear, now picking the skin off of her hand nervously again. 

His green eyes lock onto her from afar, now watching her closely. "Any minute now, you can meet the girl that you want, you dreamed of, the girl you crave for." The man in the podcast says.

She feels someone looking at her, which she looks around in response. As she turns to her left to check, she sees a man a couple feet from her, staring at her. 

She stares back at him, making eye contact with the man. It seems like he's in his early thirties, wearing a sweater, a white collar pops out, and carrying an backpack with him. 

Then she breaks the eye contact, looking back down at her brown tote bag. He seemed a bit handsome to her, but she didn't have the courage enough to keep doing eye contact.

He looks away after a minute, feeling himself glow red on his face. He grabs his phone from his pocket to pause the podcast, then he opens the camera app.

Putting his phone against his chest, he zooms in to have a good sight of her, then click..He has a photo of the half of her face.

He has an hour until he has to meetup the person who has the polaroid camera, it wouldn't mind to break some time..following her. 

"Edward..No." He had thought, but it was getting to him. She looks like an angel, a quiet one. Her sweater was like his, but a different color. Her long skirt has some water stains on it, but he doesn't care about that.

Her brown hair blocked half of her face, it's like she didn't want to be seen. But she's asking to be seen by him, he knows it. 

The train ride is quiet to them, both of them had airpods on, blocking the sound around them. Alison is listening to music as Edward does the same, keeping on looking at her.

Studying her like she was a beautiful painting, done by a French painter. 

"I'm just killing time..Your tiny hands..Your crazy kitten smile." Thom Yorke softly sings in a song that is in Edward's playlist, he grips on the pole, and still looking at Alison. 

"Broken hearts of yours and mine, crooked teeth from empty smiles." Annie Hardy's voice echos in Alison's airpods, she leans back on her seat, and closes her eyes. 

They both feel the train go fast then slow in the matter of seconds, it's her stop. She slowly opens her eyes and sits up, getting ready for the sliding doors to open. 

She sees Edward, still staring at her with his green eyes. She feels uneasy, but she clenches her inner thighs. 

The slide doors open as the train stop, she quickly gets up, and pushes through people to escape out of it. 

He pushes through people too, trying to quietly follow her to where she needed to go. 

She looks down at the steps while she walks down, but she doesn't know that Edward's head peeks out, stalking her. 

Walking to the bookstore, Edward stays ten feet away from her, keeping his head low. 

She hums to a new song in her liked playlist, playing with her fingers as she walks through an alleyway. 

She needs to pick up something from her dealer anyways. 

Putting her airpods off and into the case, she looks both ways before knocking on a door. "..I-It's me." She softly speaks. 

The metal door opens, a boy peeks his head out. "Your usual, ma'am?" He whispers to her, which she nods. 

She grabs four hundred out of her tote bag, giving it to him. He nods in thanks before closing the metal door, she looks around nervously.

As she doesn't feel it, Edward peeks his head out, studying her. He knows the dealer too, he sells weed. 

The door opens again, which Edward puts his head back slowly. Eavesdropping their conversation. "Thank you." Alison says, "I hope that can be enough for your heart surgery." she adds. 

"It is, but I can't thank you enough." The dealer adds a chuckle, then closes the door. Edward peeks his head to see her, putting a bag of weed in her tote bag. 

Then, she walks out of the alleyway, past him. 

Twenty minutes later, she arrives at the bookstore. Walking in, she heads towards the comic books section. 

Eventually, he walks in, his head goes up a bit, and looks around for her. "Sir?" A voice calls out for him, which he looks to his left. 

"Would you mind if to try our sample of a chocolate chip cookie?" A female worker asks, which he just walks away in response. Now, nervously picking the skin off off his fingers.

He walks to the literary section, which is behind the comic books section. "..Where is it?" Alison suddenly whines, looking for the new book of her favorite comic book series. 

"I need it..I need it..I need it." He hears her whisper to herself, which makes him grow hard suddenly.

He covers his sudden bulge with his hand and looks left then right to see anyone saw that. He bites his lower lip nervously, "Stop..Stop." he thinks to himself.

This wasn't in Alison's schedule, on the website, it said it was in the store. This, now, messed up her schedule.

She needs to this find this comic, she's been looking for it for almost two months. "Fuck..Fuck." She whimpers underneath her breath.

That made Edward's erection worse, he starts to choke on spit a bit, and looking around. "Just grab a book and go." He thought. 

At the same time, they bought grab a random book, and walk out of the section. Now, walking to the cash register, she's the first one. 

"Hello! How's your day?" The worker asks her, smiling as he grabs the comic book out of her hands. "G-Good..Do you guys have the number four copy of 'Invincible'?" She stutters, the worker shakes his head.

"No, sadly, we ran out of copies. Do you want us to order it for you?" He tilts his head, she grins a bit, and nods eagerly. "Y-Yes, please." She forces a grin to the worker.

He smiles and moves his head to the monitor, "Your email?" he asks. "[email protected]..." She mutters, which she looks back to see..Edward, looking at her.

He's carrying a copy of 'Frankenstein' in his hand, his clear glasses are fogged up as he's blushing. 

She looks back at the worker and pays for the comic book quickly, "Have a nice day." she quickly says before leaving the book store.

Edward doesn't waste any time, he slams the book, and gets angry at the work. He's jealous of the guy already, even though he's starting to stalk her. 

"I don't have a membership." He grumbles, putting a twenty dollar bill on top of the book.

The worker nods and scans the book, putting it in a bag, and getting the change for him. 

"No, keep the change." Edward mumbles, before grabbing the book, and stomps out of the bookstore.

He spots her easily, following her from afar. Then, his phone buzzes, he forgot about the polaroid camera he needs to pick up. He looks up from his phone, to Alison from afar, then back down his phone.

He walks away from her direction, biting her lip. "Fuck..I can't wait. But google is a thing." He thought.

Walking to a bus stop, Alison starts to listen to music to calm her down, picking the skin off of her arm now. 

"Just keep breathing, just keep breathing." She thinks, trying to say that sentence in her mom's or her aunt's voice. 

Alison reaches her apartment, grabbing her keys out of her tote bag, and unlocking her door.

Walking in her messy apartment, she closes the door, and locks it again. Putting her tote bag on the coat hanger, she grabs her three important things

The bag full of weed, her new comic book, and airpods. She walks to her connected bedroom, throwing her comic book on the bed, before stomping to her computer.  

Sitting on her comfy, black gamer chair, she turns her pc on. It's around eight pm, hoping her favorite streamer is on. 

All of a sudden, she hears her phone buzz. Opening her phone, "El_rataalada is live!" the notification says, making her smile brightly. 

Ending his live stream, Edward puts his mask off, and grabbing his glasses. He pants heavily, Alison was in his chat. He knew it by her username, 'Batesisalie', and she loves to donate.

He got five hundred bucks donated from her, making him smile. He gets up from his knees and sits on his chair, turning his pc on. 

Getting on google, he's hunched over his monitor now. He types her name, fixing his glasses.

The only thing popped up about her is her instagram, the other ones are random girls he's not interested in.

Clicking on the link, he smiles as he sees her account is not private. Her account is full of photos that are random, mixed in with photos of herself. 

The one photo he likes very much is a photo of her, having a white bra on as she covers her face with her hands. 

You can see her hard nipples through the thin bra, making his finger lingers on a certain box. He looks over to open a box, his secret box. 

It's full of his private, dirty things, like lube, or a pussy pocket. But his finger softly touch his flesh light, he grabs it suddenly. 

Zooming in her bra, he unbuckles his pants. Pulling his pants, same with his boxers, down to his ankles. 

He's already hard, his cock is up, and against his stomach. His thumb rubs the plastic clit on the fleshlight, imagining it's her clit.

He knows that she would be whimpering, "Good girl.." he whispers with a smile. 

He's gonna have a good night..

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#edward nashton #riddler 2022 #paul dano #paul dano riddler #Edward nashton fanfic

[hagatha-christie]

Books in June, whatever

The bad:

Triple Duty Bodyguards by Lily Gold - I have to admire her “work smarter not harder” mentality because I have read two of her books now and every character is exactly the same from book to book with like 2 details changed about their physical appearance. I had essentially a 2 day long panic attack and my brain was on hyperdrive and this literally made me stop thinking any thoughts for the 5 hours it took to read this so like, do with that what you will.

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall - the sequel to a pretty mediocre Alexis Hall book but in this one oh my GOD the romance didn’t work for me at all. We were constantly told how interesting and captivating the love interest was but I cannot tell you a single thing about them other than they’re an opera singer. V boring, only finished it because the friend group dynamic was fun

The fine: Killadelphia, Vol. 1-3 by Rodney Barnes - cool concept but it kind of felt like the author was like a 12 year old kid who didn’t know when to stop. “What if there’s vampires in Philadelphia right now and former president John Adams is one and so is his wife! And so is Thomas Jefferson! And Sally Hemings is too but she and Abigail Adams are in love! And then Tituba shows up and she’s a WEREWOLF.” These are all things that happened, I will not be continuing.

Radium Girls by Cy - another graphic novel bc I was on a kick this month? Anyway the art is cool but the translation from French to English is not great and kind of distracting!

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen - what if we pretend to date for Reasons and you’re the cheerleading captain and I’m a basketball player and we kiss and we’re both girls? V cute v fun

We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian - what if we’re best friends working at the same paper in the 1950s and I move into your apartment after my fiance leaves me for another man and then we kiss and fall in love and we’re both boys? V cute v sweet

The good/great:

Your Driver is Waiting by Priya Guns - viscerally sweaty and dirty and ANGRY but in a good way. Also made ME angry which I thought was a sign of good writing. Read for a little bit of catharsis if you’re upset that you’re fuckin broke and will always be fuckin broke bc nothing seems to get better and you kind of want to set something on fire, just a little bit, as a treat.

Pardon My Heart by Marcus Jackson - really honest poetry about Black masculinity that’s sweet and heartbreaking. Favorite poems were the title poem, and the three poems at the end that are about Jackson’s wife and how much he loves her.

The Woods, Vol. 1-9 by James Tynion IV - scratched the Stranger Things itch in my brain. Twisty and never went the way I thought it would. Loved these characters and their journeys!

Sweeney Astray, translated by Seamus Heaney - this weird-ass book from the 17th century was a WILD ride and I loved every second of it. Read it more for the historical info rather than its literary merit, if that makes sense? Sweeney gets cursed by a Christian king for being a dick and spends the entire book wandering the Irish countryside, eating watercress, and insisting that no one wants him around even when several of his family members say “WE WANT YOU AROUND”

Bitter Root, Vol. 1-3 by David F. Walker - read if you liked Ring Shout because the premise is so similar! The art style was great and I liked how expansive the world was. Great characters and a great storyline.

Electric Arches by Eve L. Ewing - fuck Eve Ewing for being so GODDAMN talented, it makes me sick, please read this.

Currently reading: The Devil’s Element by Dan Egan, which gave me like 4 more solid examples of the British Empire being fucking monsters (and American companies causing so much environmental harm and then saying it’s too expensive to fix)

#reading

[canceramorem]

The letter, or statement , or story, or whatever you want to call it is absolutely fucking horrible. I was raised in a way that I cannot tolerate men who rape, molest, or even look at a woman in a peverse way. It's just not in my DNA. Not only is it morally wrong, it's just something that I personally would never do. People that rape other people have a special place in hell. Marie had told me early on in our relationship that she had been raped in college. She told me she was gang raped. She told me she was at a fraternity house and there was a keg of beer. She apparently woke up to a guy trying to put it in her " butt" (she always says 'butt' instead of ass or anal when it comes to anal sex"), she woke up and saw a bunch of condom wrappers and she claims that some guys gang raped her. She told me she got dressed and called her sorority sister from the frat house phone and it was over a river or bridge- something to do with water- anyhow, she left home walking (didn't even ask for a ride from anyone-weird), and that was all she told me of her " rape" experience. She did however say that one of her rapists had a daughter now, which leads me to believe that she is friends with him, oh wait, she is. That's right, she even showed me his picture on Facebook. SHES FUCKING FRIENDS WITH THE GUY ON FACEBOOK!!! Why she never called the authorities and did something is beyond me. I mean godamn, how many other rapes could she prevented if she had reported this? Thats very fucked up on her part. She did mention on many occasions some other sexual experiences that had happened to her too. I didn't pay them too much mind because she would always mumble under her breath some really sick shit involving her relatives and other older people doing things to her ( maybe that's why she is such a whore nowadays - who knows) All I know is I have NEVER EVER EVER in my life so much as molested , touched , or looked at a girl in a bad perverse and unnatural way!

When I first read the letter that was to be used against me in a criminal proceeding I laughed. I knew none of the stuff was true in it. I mean come on , RAPE!?!? The opening statement was pretty fucking hilarious I thought as well. I met her on a "camping trip" ?! That's the farthest thing from the truth ,that I could possibly think. I mean, there I was in my tent eating lucky charms that fateful October day two years prior to this time, when Gary brought this homeless, drug addicted , and very attractive woman to me. She was definitely not "camping" , or on some camping trip, if she was , then with who? Yes, I did become instantly "enamored" with her (that's where I came up with it in my story). I did , do, and always will, love this fucking crazy woman name Marie Clara Camp. Unfortunately, I was in jail and didn't have any humanly possible way to prove this , except Marie herself telling them the truth. As far as the prosecutor and everyone else knew, I really did stalk her and come all the way to Northern New York to drug her and have sex with her tampon infected pussy! Because remember, the reason I got so upset to begin with is because she wouldn't go to the hospital and get the fucking thing taken out.This was a very low point in my life, being accused of something like that is a life-changing experience.

At this point, I was ready for trial, this bitch was not going to put me away for assault so I can go to prison labeled as a RAPE-O! (Do you know what they do to rapists in prison?) I didn't think she was that heartless of a person, to actually not tell them otherwise, boy was I mistaken. Not only did she go to a grand jury indictment and testify against me, but she said absolutely nothing to say I never raped her. For me to not deny the false story they wrote would be the same as admitting to it. NOT HAPPENING CAPTAIN! It was at this point when I had my new attorney Richard V. Manning, file a counter motion/affidavit denying all of the bullshit allegations that were made against me, which meant it was going to be fucking world war 3 with these fucking people. Meanwhile, while I was fighting for my freedom, little miss perfect , Marie Clara Camp was living the good life in her new apartment, having parties with dudes, and going to bars. She got caught with about 700$ worth of shit. She told me afterwards that it was a dude she met in the medicaid cab. He invited her over to trick with him. well apparently he got sick of her and threw her out- GO FIGURE. It was at this point when I started to not give a fuck, I was hungry though, and the jail was offering some cool programs for inmates. One of them was "Game Nights". As I found out, this was actually worth coming to jail for! Let the game nights begin! ( and FUCK YOU MARIE! )

#MARIECLARACAMP #VALERIEJANEGREEN #duanekennethclookey #JASONLEEPLASTER #STREETLOVEANDSEAGLASS

[thequarries]

2

chapter 1

Gordie sat down nervously.

They shouldn’t be out. The authorities explicitly said that all students are to go straight home after school. To not go around outside without adult supervision. Especially at and after dusk.

Ollie playfully nagged Gordie’s arm. “Hey, it’s alright.” It’s almost like he could read Gordie’s mind. “We’re in a big group. We’ve got each other’s backs. We’ll be fine.”

“Famous last words,” Gordie mumbled.

Oliver jogged up to the front of the group, pulling out a grey tarp from his messenger bag. “The store was selling tarps for like fifteen bucks. I don’t have that money. So we’ll have to deal with this old one I found.”

“Oooh,” Winnie chimed.

Murphy, Oliver and Robbie helped sit the tarp in place as Flynn got a blanket from their backpack. He unfolded it, gently and carefully placing it on top of the tarp’s grey area. The Quarries sat down.

“So…” Murphy started, before immediately getting cut off by Winnie.

“It’s crazy how all these kids are going missing, right?” She sounded a little too happy. “John, then Frankie, who knows who's going to be next?”

Gordie looked over at Oliver, who sat straight up.

“I know right?” Flynn responded. “I mean–I think John just ran away. He was a total dick. But he was popular.”

“I don’t know…” Winnie drifted off. “But, like, it can’t be a coincidence that they both went missing this week, right? I think the government is involved.”

Robbie laughed. “Involved how?”

“I don’t know! The government does things!”

Gordie gave a forced chuckle as he saw Oliver laugh.

“I think this will…” Oliver paused, “it will all blow over in a week. I think.”

A lie. Gordie could tell.

“Anyway!” Oliver said loudly. “Has your guy’s electricity been weird lately? We’re having power outages.”

Now it was Murphy who was dead silent.

“Not at my house,” Winnie said.

“Really? My house is also having outages,” Robbie replied. “Mostly like flickers. Not one hundred percent going out, but still, it’s annoying.”

Gordie, hearing a stick break, turned immediately to look behind them. All they managed to see was a tall, blurred figure running. Probably a deer.

“Jesus!” Flynn said, startled. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something. Always so on edge.”

“There–there was someone there–”

“Gordie. It’s nothing. I promise,” Flynn comfortingly rubbed Gordie’s arm.

Murphy perked up. “Someone?”

“I don’t know. It looked tall, like a person. But it was probably just an animal,” he said, trying to convince himself as well.

“I think I know what it is,” Robbie spoke. The group leaned in, eager for his response. “It’s yo mama.”

Winnie rolled her eyes as Flynn laughed, joined by Oliver’s more nervous laughter. Gordie and Murphy stood still.

“Guys, I think we should go,” the assured Oliver that was present a couple minutes ago had completely disappeared. He was nervous. Paranoid. His hand fidgeted as his pinkie accidentally touched Gordie’s hand.

“Yeah,” Murphy chimed in.

“Gag me with a spoon,” Winnie complained. “We literally just got here.”

Flynn and Robbie agreed at once.

“We walked all the way from Melvin’s. Can’t we just sit for a while?”

Gordie cut the silence. “But curfew–”

Oliver tried to back up Gordie. “Oh my god, I totally forgot.” A lie.

“Yeah, please guys, I’m really tired.” Murphy looked off into the woods.

“Fine,” Winnie huffed.

It wasn’t long before there was a fork in the road, separating Winnie, Flynn and Robbie from the rest of the group. 

“See you tomorrow!” Winnie waved.

“You guys are totally pussies!” Flynn yelled.

“Oh,” Oliver ran to Robbie. “I forgot to give this to you.”

Murphy and Gordie continued walking in the direction of their houses. “Something is seriously wrong here.” Murphy said.

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something if you promise not to call me crazy?” asked Murphy, looking at the tall boy.

“Of course.”

“Yesterday–while I was studying–my cassette player started acting all weird, and the lights were flickering, and I saw something trying to claw through the wall.”

“Like a rat?”

“No–it had these big bony arms and a pointed face, as it was like the wall was stretching with it. It was taller than me, I think, and taller than you. It was terrifying so I ran out of the house.”

Gordie remained silent.

“I’m not bullshitting you right now.”

Gordie replied, “but that’s impossible.”

Murphy fell silent. “Maybe it was a dream. But I could have sworn I saw that thing again when you thought you saw something in the woods.”

“Probably… confirmation bias. Or, your mind is playing tricks on you.” Even Gordie knew he didn’t sound convincing.

Footsteps from behind them, coming closer, closer…

“Sorry guys,” Oliver wheezed. “I promised Robbie the answers to the math worksheet.”

“It’s alright,” Gordie said, a little startled.

It was starting to get dark, the road in front of them became less and less visible.

“Well, uhm…” Oliver said.

They walked the rest of the way to Murphy’s house in silence. When it got time for them to diverge from the path, all the light blond boy said was “well, that’s my queue,” and ran into their house.

“Bye Murphy!” Oliver said before fishing through his messenger bag for his flashlight. He turned to Gordie. “It gets so dark so quick.”

“Yeah.”

Oliver’s hand slipped into Gordie’s. He immediately heated up, looking at the side of the road.

“I hope this is okay…” Oliver said nervously. He could feel Gordie nod.

Then, the dreaded walk to his front door. Gordie winced.

“Bye Goosey,” said the curly haired boy, with a tint of sadness. He let go of Gordie’s hand.

“Wait–Oliver–”

“Yeah?”

“Can you walk me down to my house?”

“It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this,” Oliver held out his hand again, as Gordie took it.

“You are such a fucking nerd.”

“I’m a cute nerd though, right?”

Gordie huffed. “Yeah, right.”

He had never been more grateful to be met with his house’s front door in his entire life. Gordie reached in his pocket, pulling out his keys as Oliver stayed a few feet behind.

“Hey, Oliver,” he multi tasked, putting the key in its slot. “It’s getting dark, do you just wanna stay over here tonight?”

Oliver sighed. “I wish. But you know how my parents are about sleepovers on school nights.”

“You could call them, I’m sure Mrs. Mehlberg would understand–”

“Seriously, Gordie. It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” Another lie.

“Alright. Please stay safe,” Gordie took Oliver’s hand with both of his.

“I will. Just for you, okay?”

“Good. Bye Mehllie.”

Oliver started walking back to the road as Gordie nervously watched him disappear into the darkness, only seeing the light of his flashlight ahead of him.

chapter 3

#ollie's fics

[praise-the-lord-im-dead]

Speaking of female authors in YA, there were a few years in my teens when I actively avoided them, because I'd read one too many books that seemed like an adult woman was projecting her fantasies onto people my age in a way that felt really weird.

And, it actually made me super gun-shy of writing female main characters for a long time--I thought writing women meant writing like that, and I didn't want any of it.

#Some authors leaned waaayy too hard into female biology and talked about like. periods and contraception which okay FINE but it FELT WIERD #like. sure talk about cycles and fertility but maybe not in the same tone you would use to talk about repairing a truck? #other authors were just boy crazy and you know it's really weird to read a detailed description of teenagers kissing written by an adult? #anyway I read almost exclusively male authors (with a few trusted exceptions) for a long time #also graceling by kristen cashore personally betrayed me and I've never forgiven it

[mickey-henry]

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky’s been flirting with you, but hasn’t taken it further than that. frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: occasional swearing (but not much) and frustrating flirting (I’d be melting if it was happening to me). besides that, this fic is pure fluffy fun.

author’s note: hello there! this is my second fic; I’m very excited to post it! I found the header image here, and if you want to listen to the song I reference in this fic, you can listen here. bold text indicates singing, while italicized text refers to inner thoughts. likes, reblogs, messages, replies, and comments are cherished! I hope you like it! 💖

Bucky Barnes is an acquaintance at best. The two of you rarely work together, and with conflicting schedules, you see little of each other around the compound. On a random Friday in April, however, something changes in you. The moment is nothing out of the ordinary. You’re sitting on the couch in the main living space, re-reading one of your favorite books. Bucky has just returned from a mission; you glance up to see his exhausted expression. He catches your eye, winking with a smile, before walking to his room. Your heart flutters and your head freezes at the response. “Oh, no,” you think to yourself. “Maybe that was a one-time thing? I don’t actually like him, right?” Wrong. 

Ever since that night, the mere presence of Bucky Barnes drives you crazy: his stunning blue eyes that squint ever so slightly when he smiles, his adorable nose that crinkles when he laughs, his pillowy lips that you lose yourself in, his  fluffy hair you can’t help but imagine running your fingers through, his scruff speckled jawline that you wish would brush along your hands, cheeks, anywhere really. He occupies your dreams; you can’t escape this man even if you try. Today, he drives you crazier than usual. He stands in the compound's kitchen in a tight black t-shirt, one that leaves nothing to the imagination. This is the first time you’ve seen him in short sleeves, in anything other than tactical gear. You can’t help but stare as he prepares his lunch. The shirt hugs his frame tight, accentuating his biceps that had no right to be that big. “Gosh, he must spend hours in the gym to look like that.” You then notice the vein in his right arm protruding from his skin, tracing it with your eyes. You didn’t think he could become any more beautiful, but here he is before you, incredible as ever. 

You’re pulled from your reverie when Bucky calls your name. “Yeah?” you reply, barely masking the startled stutter in your voice.

“Pass me the salt?”

“Oh! Sure, of course,” you muster, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of you as you hand him the salt shaker. 

“Thanks, doll,” he flirts with a smile, the same one he gave you that night when he got back to the compound. You nearly choke. “Bucky Barnes called me a term of endearment?!? Holy shit.” Your heart swells and you look down at your glass in a desperate attempt to hide the blush creeping its way across your cheeks. “Goodness gracious, I respond this way from a simple word?” You couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if he touched you. 

It didn’t take long to find out. The following day, you stand in the kitchen prepping your lunch, singing softly along to the song playing from your phone. Bucky appears soon after. He stands close to you for a moment, closer than necessary, but of course you don’t mind. He has just showered; his cologne lingers in the air, intoxicating you. Somehow, you keep singing along, showing no sign that your mind is elsewhere. 

“Ugh, he smells amazing. This man has too much power over me; this is ridiculous! I don’t even remember what I was doing—”

“You have a beautiful voice,” he compliments.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you softly reply, your heart racing at his praise.

“Let me get by you real fast, doll,” he says, moving to walk behind you. 

“There he goes again with the pet name. My god, could this get any worse—” 

He places his hands gently on your hips as he moves beside you. Electricity travels through your whole body; you’re internally screaming at his touch. His hands feel better than you imagined. Even though the contact lasts only a moment, the effects of his touch linger after, leaving you speechless. 

You hear a musical chuckle from the man behind you. “Is he teasing me? It sure feels like it,” you wonder. There is no way that he can’t see the effect he has on you. Before you can even formulate another thought, he touches you again as he moves back to the other side of you. “That was definitely on purpose; certainly he wouldn’t do this by accident. Right?”

Your eyes linger as he finishes putting together his lunch. He catches your gaze and smiles. “See you later, sweetheart,” he says with a wink before leaving the room. “Okay, that answers my question; that was very intentional. What am I going to do with myself?”

You don’t know how much longer you can take his teasing. Throughout the week, he ups his antics, calling you pet names more than your own, stealing touches whenever he can get away with it, smiling whenever you make eye contact. The tension is insatiable; thoughts of Bucky follow you everywhere. You decide to take matters in your own hands; Bucky did not seem to be planning to make a move anytime soon. If he is going to tease the hell out of you, you might as well get some payback. 

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Tony’s announcement of Friday night karaoke gives you a wicked idea. However, for it to work, you need to recruit help. You know just who to ask. It doesn’t take long to find Sam and Steve; they spent a ton of their free time sparring in the gym. They seem to be at the end of their workout, their movements slow and sloppy, relying on witty retorts to throw off the other. They stop when they notice your arrival. 

“Hey!” Sam says with a smile, hugging you as you approach. You squeeze him tightly, even with his sticky sweat coating his arms. You greet Steve with a hug too.

“What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Steve asks as you let go.

“Can I ask you guys something? And you promise you two won’t laugh at me? Especially if I'm reading this wrong?”

“Of course,” answers Steve. 

“Yeah, for sure,” replies Sam. 

You hesitate for a second, taking a deep breath. “Does Bucky like me? I swear he does. He keeps teasing me, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I think I am practically in love with the guy at this point, he’s so beautiful and—”

You stop as the boys exchange glances and begin laughing. 

You cross your arms, hurt. “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me! I can’t control how I feel.”

“No! Wait! We aren’t laughing at you!” Steve says between giggles. 

You furrow your brows. “Then why are you laughing?”

“Bucky’s obsessed with you,” Steve answers after calming his laughter. 

“God, yes, you’re all he talks about nowadays,” Sam adds. 

“What?! He does? Why? Are you shitting me right now? Because that would be really freaking mean—“

“No! Of course not,” Steve insists. “Don’t you see the way he looks at you?”

“And the pet names he gives you?” Sam adds.

“And how he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself lately?” Steve finishes. 

Now you feel stupid for even asking. Of course you noticed all of those things. They were all you ever thought about. “Well, yeah, but maybe he does that with all the girls.”

“What girls?” Sam retorted. “The only women who are here often enough to cross paths with him are you, Natasha, and Wanda. Wanda’s with Vision, as weird as that is, but love is love. Natasha shoots daggers at anyone who looks at her with love in their eyes. That leaves you.”

“Why in the world would he like me? Of all people? He’s out of my league,” you sigh,

Sam’s scoff pulls you from your thoughts. “Bucky? Out of your league? He’s a crazy ex-assassin with emotional issues! If anything, he's out of your league.”

“You’re a catch, why wouldn’t he like you?” Steve assures.

Steve and Sam always know just what to say to make you feel better. “I guess you’re right,” you admit with a defeated grin. 

“So, you know how Bucky feels. What are you going to do about it?” Steve asks. 

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

“We’re listening.”

You divulge your plan to them. They smile, hyping you up. 

“Dude, I’m so down!” Sam exclaims, clapping his hands in excitement. 

“You think this will work?”

“Definitely,” Steve assures. “This is going to be amazing!”

“Okay then, we’re doing this. Let’s go find Bucky. Time to initiate phase one.”

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Bucky is sitting on the common room couch, flipping through a book when he sees you, Sam, and Steve enter. He exchanges a glance with you, smiling as your eyes light up. The three of you sit down. You’re sitting next to Sam, closer than usual. There’s a brief moment of silence before you speak. “Sam, are you going to karaoke night?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss everyone’s drunk-ass singing for the world.”

“Will you be my duet partner?”

This catches Bucky’s attention. He looks up from his book. Why the hell were you asking Sam to sing with you? You normally ask the girls...

“Sure thing, baby. It’ll be a ton of fun!” Sam smiles. 

Baby?! What?! How dare he call you a pet name, his girl, right in front of him? Well, you may not be his girl yet, but Sam knows how he feels about you. What the hell is he thinking?

“Yay! This’ll be so fun!” You hug him, grabbing his hand before continuing, “Wanna practice with me in a bit?”

“Find me when you’re ready, sweetheart,” Sam answers, kissing your knuckle before letting go of your hand. 

Sweetheart?! What the fuck was going on? Did he miss his shot? Would Sam really do that to him? Bucky can barely handle his swirling thoughts. He storms out of the room without looking back. 

Steve can’t help but laugh once Bucky is out of earshot. “That worked a little too well, wouldn’t you say so?”

“That wasn’t too far, was it?” you ask with a worried expression on your face. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. He’ll just come on even stronger now. He won’t give up on you that easily,” Sam assures you. 

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Bucky can barely contain his anger as you step on the stage with Sam, giggling and smiling at your karaoke partner. Jealousy engulfs him. He can barely listen to the start of the song, ignoring the catchy beat blasting through the speakers. He doesn’t recognize the song, but looks up from his drink when you sing, “Hey Bucky boy, what you doing tonight? I wanna see what you got in store."

He looks right at you. Did she just say Bucky?

Sam echoes, “Hey, hey Bucky!” Well, that answers his question.

“You're giving it your all when you're dancing on me. I want to see if you can give me some more,” you continue, twirling your fingers through your hair.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“You can be my man, I can be your girl, and we can pump this jam however you want,” you sing, swaying your hips to the cadence of the lyrics.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“Pump it from the side, pump it upside down, or we can pump it from the back and the front,” you wink as you finish the line. Bucky sits up suddenly, crossing his legs, his face turning beet red. You smile, knowing the plan was working. Steve laughs from beside him. He keeps his eyes glued on you as the two of you continue the song, utterly entranced. You look him right in the eye as you end the song, “I want you tonight.”

You saunter over to where he is sitting after high-fiving Sam, confidence filling your chest. “So, what did you think of my performance, Bucky?”

You yelp as he grabs your hips and pulls you down to sit on his lap. His voice deepens, “you’re such a tease, you know that right?”

You laugh. “I’m the tease? Really? You’re the one who just pulled me onto your lap and taunts me with flirtatious remarks and smiles all freaking day. My god Bucky, make a move already—”

He cuts you off, pulling you in for a kiss, his flesh arm grabbing the back of your neck. The team whoops and cheers. 

“Glad you finally made a move, Bucky,” you pant as your lips part from his.

“Best decision I ever made in my life, doll.” Before you can respond, he kisses you again, the karaoke bar fading in the background as you finally embrace the man of your dreams.

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[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Hi! What is your very specific Twilight AU?

okay, so. New Moon.

party disaster, dumping her and dipping, all happens normally.

but THEN. Bella finds out she’s pregnant.

(and I know you’re thinking- pre-marital sex?!?! Edward would NEVER! but listen. I am the author now. I’ve been around Christians my whole life. shut up!)

so anyway after a million pregnancy tests and a lot of googling about vampire baby legends, Bella’s like...well this is probably gonna be a situation,

Nessie doesn’t have an insane growth rate here because I hate that, so she has a normal amount of time to prepare, and she’s very...aware that the birth is gonna be Rough at best. So she goes to Jacob

who is NOT a wolf yet but Is aware of the pack and the treaty, and they are closer friends already, and she’s like ‘hey. paranormal emergency. you’re the only person in this town who enables me. help.’

 and Jacob’s like I’m Fucking Fifteen and goes and gets Leah, since she’s technically an adult and a girl

(ms. meyer How did you make one of leah’s only 3 character traits ‘upset she’s infertile’ and then not have her support bella’s choices in breaking dawn please make it make sense)

 so they start brainstorming solutions and the best they can work with is. Bella’s gotta ride out the pregnancy in hiding. they have no way of knowing whether she can survive the pregnancy and the only clue they have about whether the baby will be a monster or not is from google searches, but they also can’t exactly take her to an obgyn when her uterus feels like it’s calcified and her ribs are getting broken and she seems to be craving blood

So, Leah’s got her own little place. Bella moves in there, telling Charlie she wants to move back in with Renee (she knows her parents would never willingly call each other so as long as she keeps up communicating with both of them they should be none the wiser of her growing a little dracula in Leah Clearwater’s basement).

Leah has already defected from the wolf pack at this point (because...the Cullen’s left and she didn’t really like any of the guys anyway lmao) so they don’t run the risk of them hearing her thoughts while she’s in wolf form. She goes out and hunts animals, brings them back and her and Jake drain the blood from them so Bella can drink it. All three of them find this extremely disgusting obviously but Jake’s loyal and a little bit lovestruck, Leah’s a supportive friend and queen, and Bella’s just trying to keep her and her baby alive, and none of them feel like trying to rob a blood bank

Bella is 100% certain the baby will just be a baby who happens to like blood, like she was in bd, but the tentative plan is that if a crazy soulless monster comes out of her Leah will...handle that...

Which neither are thrilled about, so Bella’s just trying to focus on staying positive. And between that, trying to survive and stay hidden, Bella doesn’t really have time to...Check Out the way she did in new moon. Like, she’s absolutely still depressed, and she’s still getting an occasional Edward hallucination because carrying a vampire baby counts as reckless in many books, but she’s just more...resigned and pissed than anything. She’ll have days like the ‘possibilities’ scene, but more often than not she’s just telling the Edward hallucination to go fuck himself when he’s begging her to find the real him so they can have Carlisle deal with the pregnancy 

at some point, Seth gets roped into the whole mess (he’s prone to just breaking into his sister’s house) but since he’s like, 13 and The Best Baby Boy he’s immediately supportive. He didn’t even fucking know about the wolves and the vampires until he walked in on a six months pregnant Bella drinking blood while his sister and Jacob are hacking away at a dead deer, but he’s like...you know when you were 13 and sneaking around about Anything made you feel like the coolest person alive? point is he’s helpful

AND he can get away with spending a lot of time at Leah’s house without anyone finding it weird, unlike Jacob, so he starts spending most of his free time there keeping Bella company and brightening her day up

HE is the one who enables her when she comes up with the name Renesmee lmao

(just because she hates Edward doesn’t mean Esme ever did anything wrong!)

“bella I’ll throw you out of this house if you don’t come up with a real name” “leah she’s white you can’t just disrespect her culture like this omg”

anyway these four become the DORKIEST and WEIRDEST little family it’s cute

so then. labor.

it’s less...graphic than in bd because Bella hasn’t been actively dying the whole pregnancy and she doesn’t snap her spine in half, but it’s still. bad.

she essentially delivers a rock that Nessie then begins chewing her way out of. she’s actively bleeding out. Jacob’s having a panic attack. Leah made Seth watch so he would never have unprotected sex and the scare tactic is working. Leah’s covered in Bella’s blood which is not great considering she’s Holding A Rock That A Vampire Is Emerging From

Leah’s been taking classes and researching deliveries so she needs to stitch Bella up and see what else is wrong but Seth is rocking back and forth on the floor crying and Jacob’s screaming and pacing too fast to grab so she’s like. Bella babe I know you’re dying but you need to hold this thing for me ksjdfllksf

so while she’s handling That, Bella’s got this weird little rock in her arms and is watching the baby slowly fight it’s way out like this is a very fucked up egg or something and she’s just. overwhelmed. maybe it’s the blood loss but she’s looking at the messy, scrunchy little face and she’s already in love and envisioning their lives together.

and then, you know, the baby bites her,

she has just enough time to think ‘how did we not think to prepare for that’ before she can feel the venom coursing through her. it’s just as bad as she remembers from James’ bite but somehow...easier to tolerate. she blacks out pretty quickly

the other 3 notice and are like : 👁👄👁

Jacob...literally explodes into a wolf On Spot

Seth darts out the fucking door he’s seen enough for one day

Leah, sole holder of the braincell, realizes Nessie just bit and isn’t drinking from Bella, and deduces this is like...a survival instinct or something. the baby instinctively changes it’s mother first thing. weirdly...touching? 

So she gets the baby and checks that everything is physically okay with Bella (apart from you know. changing species) and is like...guess this is an issue for 3 days from now Leah

more immediate pressing issues: screaming new born baby and oh, yeah, the giant red wolf in the basement,

“Jacob I know this is disorienting but if you break anything in my house I’ll fucking kill you”

she really just leaves the poor boy to go get the baby cleaned up and warm up some of the frozen blood they’ve got in her fridge (RUINING HER TUPPERWARE, BELLA)

she’s not worried about the wolf pack mind meld yet because she knows Sam took the guys on a mission way farther up the coast for a few days and they’ll be too far away to hear Jake. hopefully, by the time they get back, Bella will be awake and they’ll have made an escape plan by then

and as she’s bottle feeding blood to the baby she’s thrilled that it seems to be like...relatively normal and not s horrific monster or anything. mission: unwillingly murder my best friend’s baby has been successfully canceled 

“Oh Goddamn it....Renesmee DOES fit you...”

Seth, from where he’s cowering behind the couch: “told you”

so, Jake eventually calms down, they spend the next few days cooing over Nessie and brainstorming how to handle Bella when she wakes up a vampire, and also nicknaming Nessie ‘Nessie’ because they know Bella will find that intolerable and they feel she deserves karmic punishment for stressing them out so much lmao

so, three days are up. Seth’s upstairs putting on a way-too-elaborate puppet show for the baby with not a care in the world. Leah and Jake are in the basement because they know Bella probably won’t want their wolf blood and their ready to phase in case she gets a little aggressive

but she just wakes up and is like. hey! how’s it going? where’s my baby?

sjdhfksdj they were expecting feral but Bella still has her super self-control. she didn’t even realize she’d changed into a vampire until they told her lmao

Bella’s a little too freaked out to try hunting yet so they give her some of the stored blood they’ve been feeding Ness and she’s like. good to go. Leah’s about to scream like have the elders been exaggerating this whole time or is Bella truly a freak??? lol

So, they spend a couple days just...relaxing, Bella and Renesmee bonding, they’re trying to come up with fun places Bella can move to with the baby so no one she knows finds out, and every now and then Leah and Jake go out and she tries to help him get the wolf thing under control

and then,,,,the pack get back from their mission early

and immediately are able to read Jacob’s mind

so they head over to Start Shit because there’s two bloodsuckers on their land but,

the pack not attacking because Jake imprinted on Renesmee? tired. the pack not attacking because Jake’s Alpha Genes have taken over and declared Nessie and Bella as part of his Pack and attacking would literally start a war? inspired

so they hash the whole thing out....ultimately Sam decides Bella is more of a victim than a threat, and since neither her or Nessie seem to be going on a bloodlust rampage any time soon...he decides to grant them immunity from the whole ‘kill the vampires’ rule. He’ll let her and her daughter stay in La Push as long as they agree to stick to animals and only hunt out of town. PLUS from what little Bella knows about the Volturi, she’s worried about them finding out about Nessie, so they’ll offer protection if that does happen, in exchange for her being able to help them with intel on any other vampire threats in the area (you know like. if a nomad is fucking stuff up in a nearby city, they’ll send her to talk to them first before deciding if they need to intervene. Sam has become acutely aware he has a lot of teens and kids in his pack, so he’s trying to keep them out of fights as much as possible)  

anyway that’s the story of Nessie gaining like 17 chaotic as hell ride or die uncles,

let’s fast forward a bit

it’s like 15 years later. Bella’s not living with Leah anymore, but she’s got a cute apartment in a nearby town, and owns and runs a bookstore on the first floor of it. she got her ged and did college online and teaches night classes at a community college. She’s still in contact with her parents, who Adore the life out of Nessie. She still helps the pack out and they’re all close. Nessie is a handful but in a fun and lovable way. They go on little weekend trips whenever they have time. Bella’s happy.

but then a. Situation. arises.

basically, the Volturi have been made aware of some unknown vampire chasing others out of the pacific northwest and conspiring with shapeshifters. and you know when Aro gets curious he tends to spin things dramatically. who’s to say this vampire isn’t conspiring against all vampires? against them? why has no one’s special talents worked on her? he simply must find out.

Bella and the Pack get word and decide their best course of action for now is to go on the run. they’re not gonna be able to take on a whole army but if they can bide some time and lay low they might be able to figure something out

except Bella is like....I have a teenage hybrid that the Volturi don’t know about yet...it would be EXTREMELY irresponsible to take her with me

but she can’t send Nessie to Charlie or Renee because they don’t know about her...dietary restrictions. She can’t stay with Billy or anyone else in La Push because the Volturi might trace the pack’s scent there and discover her. She’s panicking, they have to leave in a few days max and she can’t find a safe place for her daughter

and then she’s like.....fuck.

she had run into Jasper a couple of years ago- they have the same forgery guy and were heading to his building around the same time as a coincidence. She promised to forgive him for the party incident if he promised not to tell Edward he saw her and that she’s a vampire now. He agreed, but then told her Edward’s been living on his own for a while now and insisted on giving her his number...she never could bring herself to call it or delete it...but now...if she wants to be 100% Nessie is safe and protected...

fuck

So, the past 15 years have been fairly rough for Edward

he’s still convinced leaving in order to save Bella was the best course of action, but like...the vampires canonically mate for life. that’s his soulmate. he’s absolutely miserable without her. he’s thought about cracking and going to find her again but he always talks himself out of it, convinced she’d just tell him she hates him or something

so as stated in his patented Edward Cullen Self Loathing Guide, first thing to do is isolate yourself from all the lovebirds you usually live with. Sure, he keeps in contact, but...not well. he’s currently living alone and posing as a university student. He’s not even really sure what he’s supposed to be majoring in. He’s mostly been in a haze since he left Forks.

and one day....he gets a call from an unknown number. he ignores it, thinking it’s a spam call. but then it calls like 8 more times in a row and he figures answering might be a bit smarter than simply throwing it at the wall

And Edward...swears he came back to life and immediately had a heart attack the second he hears Bella’s voice

He feels breathless and disoriented the whole conversation, trying to figure out if his memory did her voice any justice, trying to rush out 15 years worth of apologies, trying to comprehend she’s actually speaking to him.

But Bella’s very blunt on the phone. She doesn’t want to let herself get emotional. She’s on a time limit, and she has to focus on getting her daughter to safety

And Edward swears he somehow misheard her the first ten or so times she told him. He had a daughter? that wasn’t possible

“she has the audacity to be your Evil Twin so I’m pretty sure it’s possible”

so she gives him a rundown. she needs to go into hiding, no I don’t need your help with that, gives him details about Nessie, what she’s like, what she likes to do, her diet, her favorite color, how annoyed she is by this whole situation, “Edward I know you don’t love me anymore, but I remember how protective you were, and that’s what I need Nessie to have right now. She needs you right now” and Edward wants so badly to refute Bella’s claim of lost love, to tell her he has absolutely no idea how to be a parent, but...her tone is aching so much he can barely speak. He can’t let Bella down again, and he can’t let this little girl he foolishly created and left down anymore than he already has, either.

So he agrees, she tells him to be at the airport in a few days, and hangs up. 

Edward loses about half a day staring at a wall in shock, before he jumps into preparations.

Bella told him while their daughter possessed some speed and strength, hunting was fairly dangerous for her. She was more delicate than his kind, and had a heartbeat. Reheated blood bags had been their best option, and she also needed human food as well. He also had to get a room ready for her- he wandered around stores for hours, reading young girls minds to see if there was any furniture or decorations that were universally liked- which was of course, fruitless, but he did manage to find a handful of things he was sure Bella would have liked at that age, and prayed for the best. He somehow got himself covered in purple paint that was a nightmare to get off. Bella had sent him some forged documents claiming Nessie was his younger sister he’d won custody of, and he got her enrolled in a nearby school. He lived every day leading up to her arrival staving off a panic attack.

it wasn’t until he was on the way to the airport that he realized he forgot to inform his family about this life update. they must’ve been on a hunting trip, because he got nothing but voicemails 

imagine being Carlisle and you come home to a voicemail from your son who’s banished himself from the family that’s just like ‘hi. you’re a grandfather now. I’m having a nervous breakdown and might crash my car. call me back at your earliest convenience I suppose” like what would you DO

 after he gets to the airport he starts panicking again, realizing Bella had never actually sent him a picture, worrying about how he’d find her, but then- he sees a tiny girl with untamed, dark red curls, features strikingly similar to his own that are pulled into the expression Bella always made when she was reading, absently chewing on her lip, and before she looks at him with her mother’s big brown eyes, he already knows who he’s looking at, and he’s certain if he was human his tear ducts would be having a fit right now

Renesmee, however, seems less willing to have an emotional meeting. She mumbles out a simple greeting before gathering up her bags and heading for the door, Edward rushing behind her to try and help

listen. the awkwardness of Charlie trying to connect with Bella. but 10000x worse because of Edward’s overthinking, self-deprecating ass and Nessie being like ‘ah yes the guy who broke my pregnant teenage mothers heart, fantastic’ lmao

the car ride is p a i n f u l. Edward’s trying so hard for light conversation and Nessie’s barely giving one word answers. Bella had warned her about the mind reading so she was carefully keeping her mind blocked, which Edward is trying very hard to be understanding about instead of annoyed, but By God does he want to know everything about her

when they get back to his place, she quietly thanks him for the room and then promptly locks him out of it lol. He spends the rest of the day just pacing back and forth until he realizes he should eventually feed her lmao

and that’s...kinda how the first couple weeks go. she only emerges from her room if he bribes her with food, she awkwardly tries to dodge his questions, he drives her to school and then begs her to tell him how it went when he picks her up, he spends his college classes distracted because he’s freaking out constantly about how to successfully bond with her. His favorite time of day now is night, because she can’t block her mind while she’s asleep, and even if her dreams are all nonsense they’re still...part of her that he gets to know.

His family keeps begging him to let them meet her, but he’s pushing back because if she’s this bad at adjusting to one new family member, how is she going to handle six more?

(meanwhile Alice and Rose started a group chat with her and are having a ball clowning Edward lmao)

wait ksjflksd I think this vine perfectly sums up the dynamic im envisioning  https://youtu.be/wQZIUHNORHg

anyway they....very slowly make some progress. much too slowly for Edward’s taste, but hey.

Like he finds out snacks she likes. or jewelry she likes. stuff like that and just...wordlessly leaves it around for her lmao. he thinks it’s like trying not to startle a deer, Nessie thinks it’s more like a cat trying to gift you a dead mouse, but either way it’s weirdly endearing.

He notices she always has a huffy little frown when he picks her up on Wednesdays. So instead of begging her for an ounce of information of her school life, he asks her one Wednesday morning if she’s excited for the day and she admits she has an elective class every Wednesday with a girl she doesn’t get along with.

He gets her school photos (and Weeps) and realizes apart from her room the home is fairly barren of decorations, so he buys a bunch of picture frames and hangs up the school shots, and some pictures of the Cullen’s over the years, and the few he has of Bella that he could never bear to part with. Other than catching her smiling at the prom picture of her parents, Nessie doesn’t say anything- but the next time he comes home from hunting, there’s a pile of pictures of her growing up on the table, and he starts weeping all over again as he hangs them up

(there’s one of her and Bella hugging and looking at the camera with identical grins and joy in their eyes, he can’t help but put that in his room. He hopes one day he’ll get to see a scene like that in person)

He starts trying to get her out of her room a little more- he still hasn’t managed to a get a ‘favorites’ list out of her, so he starts playing movies Bella loved, to see if any of them lure her out. some do, some don’t- he got halfway through a Lord of the Rings marathon, which was Torture in his opinion, but then Ness came out and quietly asked if he could restart it and suddenly they became his favorite movies ever.

Bella’s not able to contact her on a set schedule or anything because of her situation (and you can bet your ass Edward’s contacted every vampire he knows and ordered them to help her out if they come across her or the Volturi), and Edward realizes that’s probably taking a toll on the girl, so he starts telling her stories of her mother when he knew her in Forks. She’s particularly amused by the blood typing incident- the first time Edward hears Nessie properly laugh, he literally starts crying on the spot

could you imagine the sheer panic if she ever gets so much as a cold

And yes, she’s still pissed on Bella’s behalf, and yes, she specifically blasts 70s music because Bella told her he hates it one time, and yes, if he looks at her like he’s a kicked puppy one more time she might claw his eyes out, and yes, she refuses to introduce him to her friends from school because she Knows everyone will then start asking her about her ‘hot brother’ and she can’t live with that and also can’t live with him knowing that so she told him if he ever introduces himself to any of her friends she’ll set him on fire, and yes, she’s homesick 95% of the time but...he’s growing on her. like a mold, or something.

(okay, maybe when Seth tried to analyze why Mamma Mia is her favorite musical, he might have had a point. half a point. quarter of a point. shut up.)

And Edward’s still trying to not have a panic attack every time she’s out of his sight- he’s got Carlisle keeping tabs on the Volturi for him, and it’s not exactly hard for him to keep track of her through other people’s minds- but she’s so tiny and her heartbeat is Too Fast and what if she inherited her mother’s unlucky streak??

but they’re toeing the line of co-existing peacefully and Edward’s scared to push it past that

then he has to, because it turns out he sent her to one of Those Schools where the parents have to be involved in the school in some way or another and Nessie’s Annoyed

sdkjfsdkjf she keeps trying to get him to just sign up for like pta meetings or something and he’s like ‘I need you to understand you are the only person in this town I actually know or like I Cannot survive around fundraiser moms I can’t’ 

so she’s like ugh fine I’m in the drama club

listen.....Stage Parent Edward Cullen.......the power this holds...

that’s right this whole post was an elaborate ruse for me to make a musical theater headcanon again lmao

no okay but seriously he starts off just helping build sets and stuff like that but then midway through the year their music teacher gets fired and the schools like begging him to take over because they can’t find someone in enough time that’ll know the music for the show they’re doing and he’s like “I need you to understand Nessie will never talk to me again if I start actually working at her school” and they’re like “She also will never talk to you again if we have to cancel the big musical, though” and he’s like. fuck.

silent treatment for a week and a half

lmao so now he’s trying to juggle being an overly-enthusiastic stage parent who’s making costumes and sets and kinda crying backstage when he sees his daughter in her costume with also being the music director for the damn show and trying to teach a bunch of kids how to read sheet music 

one day he ended up in a coffee shop with the hair and makeup moms, gossiping about the cast’s love lives, and he literally doesn’t know how he got there

is it wrong to pass Nessie in class even though she’s putting all the wrong answers on the test but he Knows she knows the right answers and is only answering wrong to try and get a rise out of him

Bella sneaks into town to see the show- they thought it would push their luck if the pack came, but they sent an ungodly amount of flowers and candy. When she snuck into the house while Ness was sleeping she Was Not expecting to find Edward up to his elbows in sequins, trying to fix a bedazzler he accidentally broke in frustration, muttering under his breath about how if Nessie’s romantic opposite in the show doesn’t keep his thoughts clean he’s gonna kill him- and it just cracks her up. She WAS nervous about seeing Edward again but now she’s assured he’s still a dork lol

So Edward freaks when he sees her but they don’t wanna wake Ness up so they’re trying to be quiet but like. they’re going through it 

Like Bella Wants to be pissed at him but she can’t, she still loves him- and while she can’t just get over what he did to her, it’s also not lost on her that ‘leaving to protect someone I love’ is literally what she had to do to her daughter

And Edward....Edward, who only left to give Bella a chance at a safe, human life, seeing Bella in front of him as a vampire, knowing it’s his fault she ended up that way and she had to go through it alone, had to raise a baby herself because he’d made it so hard to find him...knowing if he’d just pulled his head out of his ass he would have been able to be there for her...would be able to form a coherent sentence around his love right now, would have long and fond memories of Nessie’s childhood, likely wouldn’t have to watch Bella hide from the Volturi...he’s back in a self-loathing spiral already

But they haven’t seen each other in so long and they just don’t want to...deal with the unpleasantness right now, so they just push it aside. Bella helps Edward with the costumes. Edward fills her in on what she’s been missing with Nessie. Bella tells him some stuff about when Ness was younger. They just spend the night talking, and it feels like no time has past between them at all- which just makes the heartaches a little stronger

When Nessie wakes up to her mother there she’s ecstatic- bubbly and loud and glued to Bella’s hip all day, giving her in depth play-by-plays of her school and rehearsals and friends she’s made, bouncing on her toes all morning, hyper, giggly, and- it kind of breaks Edward’s heart a little, even though he knows he hasn’t really...earned this side of his daughter, yet. 

(at least he got his wish of seeing their twin smiles in person)

(he wishes he could see them every second of every day)

so the girls spend the day catching up while Edward mostly feels like a thirdwheel, and then they have to get Ness over to the school so she can get ready

Bella decides to hang out around the school theater before the show actually starts- she leans against the wall next to the piano, the two talking in hushed tones while Edward runs through songs. Bella really missed watching him play- the only thing that managed to drag her away from it was when Nessie called her to the dressing room to help with a hair emergency 

she didn’t talk to him much at intermission, her attention being stolen by the rest of the Cullen family (who had been Very Loudly supporting the show so far, she knew Ness was probably dying of embarrassment backstage)

after the show, the three went back to Edward’s and just...talked. Nessie was gushing about the show and eating while her parents assured her she was the greatest actress ever born, simple stuff like that. she fell asleep sandwiched in between them on the couch 

Bella realizes she’s never going to be able to bring herself to leave again if Nessie wakes up, and tells Edward as much. He clearly doesn’t want her to go just yet either, but...she’s on the run, it’s not like she has much choice 

He has so much he wants to say to her but he just- can’t. it’s not the right time. but he’s hoping she can see that in his eyes

Bella shifts Nessie off her shoulder so Edward can hold her, and she gives him a light kiss and says ‘thank you, Edward’ before disappearing in a flash. she needed to go before she lost her nerve.

Edward can’t bring himself to let Nessie out of his arms, so instead of carrying her to bed he just stays there, holding her, trying his best not to think that that could be the last time for a long time he’d ever see his Bella again, trying not to let thoughts of a life he gave up unwittingly consume him

okay I didn’t mean for this to be So Long so I’m cutting it here uhh...let me know if anyone wants a part 2? sorry lmao

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ceo levi falling in love?

author note :: THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE?? levi in the modern world is just always enjoyable for me. anyways it’s just lots of shy ceo levi and secretary reader :-) as always requests are open feel free to stop by !! :D word count :: some how i got to 2.4k,,,, i promise it was an accident it doesn’t feel that long 

levi falls in love slowly. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he looks at you one day during a company meeting and is unable to understand why he can’t take his eyes off you

usually he’s able to shift his focus away but he’s stuck in place despite his efforts to look away

the entire meeting is him occasionally humming his approval at all the proposals and prospective business plans being presented to him

when, truly he is NOT listening at all. he’s trying to figure out when the hell and why the hell he began to feel this way for you.

it gets to a point where he’s so distracted over it he ends the team meeting early

everyone in the room exchanges worried glances between each other.

mr ackerman, letting them leave early? that’s a first but HEY!! they’ll take it!!

as everyone disperses out of the room he’s sitting with his back hunched in his plush office chair when he then comes to the realization that he has no idea when he did fall for you,,,,, it just sorta happened????

well, you are basically around him 24/7 and help him with everything but, his newfound feelings still catch him by surprise

at first he’s scared. the feeling is odd and the way his chest tightens as he speaks to you doesn’t feel right at all.

“any specific type of tea for today?” you ask waiting for his response

the rope squeezes at his heart and he squirms around a little.

“u-um, the usual is just fine”

WHY DID HE TRIP OVER HIS WORDS...??

WHY...????

but AGAIN he ignores it, he knows it’s for the best if he doesn’t get emotionally involved with you.

for the record, levi’s definition of emotionally involved is dating you, he doesn’t know that despite not dating you he is very much still emotionally involved with you

he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings though and the fact he likes you goes unnoticed by literally everyone

well, it does stay that way for a little while

that is until someone else expresses interest in you.

it’s a normal friday evening but for some unknown reason he can’t stop himself from clenching his jaw when he walks past you and overhears jean the new head of marketing ask if you’re single

levi is stood behind you and turns to hand his chilling stare to jean who slowly notices. he looks like his knees are about to buckle. “?,&:£:& sorry for asking,,, i’ll...... get going......”

levi just grunts in annoyance glaring at him even as he scurries out the hallway.

you turn to look at him and happily smile “ahhh thank you, i didn’t know how to turn him down he just joined the team so you know, it was weird he asked that”

levi just nods and tells you to get back to work and he hears you squeak out a “yepyepyep!!!”

levi is also very in denial about the way he feels

one day it’ll be “yeah i like y/n” the next it’s “no i do not...that is literally SO stupid. me??? in love?? never.”

also, when you accidentally brush past his skin he can’t help but tense up slightly and look anywhere but where you’re touching him

one time you place a hand on his forehead to check on his temperature because you do not trust him to be honest about having a fever

the scent of your vanilla perfume it’s sweet and simple but it makes him feel incredibly shy for no reason at all

GOD.

he feels like a stupid flustered school boy

ALL THIS OVER SOME PERFUME??

the man can’t even handle looking you in the eye. he’s reading his paperwork acting as nonchalant as possible when he’s really just freaking out

is my forehead sweaty?

fuck, fuck, fuck how do i look up close?

his thoughts are so jumbled up he doesn’t know how to respond to you when you ask if he’s really doing okay

“your cheeks are bright red, maybe you do have a fever?” you’re frowning and rummaging through your bag hoping to find something to help his pounding headache

but all he’s doing as he sits at his desk is nervously opening and closing his pen by the lid

he can’t tell if his face is red because he’s ill or because he likes you

and it’s driving him CRAZY??

wait a second.

does he like you? or does he like-like you?? or does he lo- no he does not love you that is absurd

what really cements his feelings for you is the day he’s unable to reel his mouth back in.

he just starts rambling about everything that has been stressing him out recently

the new company merger, developing new product designs, reviewing humongous stacks of paperwork, attending all these long meetings

he is being driven to his breaking point and you stand there taking it all in

“hey, take the day off.” your soft voice cuts him off mid sentence and he looks at you like you just told him to curl up into a ball and die

take a day off???? he does not have the time to take a day off??

he assumes you’re frustrated by his behaviour and begins to apologize. “i’m sorry that was unprofessional i shouldn’t have don-”

“i’ll finish the paperwork. your next meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. it’s okay to take a breather.” you pick up the stack of documents and move to transfer them over to your desk

but levi is persistent.

he stands in your way and you look at him expecting him to step out

“there is no need for that.” his tone is firm but you’re still defiant

“it’s my job as your secretary to alleviate your workload.” you don’t even spare him a glance and he feels like he’s burdening you now

sure, you are his secretary but allowing you to complete all that work on your own is ludicrous

waltzing around him you beeline towards your desk but again he steps in your way interjecting your path

“lev-”

your face morphs into a mortified expression and you panic, you did not just call him by his first name AT WORK

“i mean,” [insert an anxious yet deliberate cough] “mr ackerman.”

“listen, i understand you’re very stressed sir but i’ll finish the work off so please rest up. you need to be refreshed for tomorrow’s company dinner with the investors.”

you’re pleading he takes your advice but all he can do is blink in confusion

you would do that for him???

are you really just diligent and caring or,,, does he maybe have a chance at asking you out?

but again as quick as the idea enters his head it leaves.

asking you out sounds absurd to him, you deserve way better than someone like him

levi is having another one of his jealous moments

you’ve latched yourself onto reiner braun’s arm at the company dinner and he turns away frustrated

you look really pretty

like,,, sUPER pretty

like,,, drop dead gorgeous

he clears his throat when you both make eye contact

you perk up a little and your hand raises to wave at him but levi is so horrible at interacting with you he ends up ignoring you completely...

the pit of fire in his stomach flares up when he hears reiner compliment you, he’s surprised you even accept it and thank him

now, levi is not annoyed because you don’t deserve the compliment.

no, no, no you deserve all the compliments under the sun as far as he’s concerned but what the hell does “you look way better than normal.” even mean??

he thinks you look pretty every day so he’s just a tad bit offended by it

and he only begins to realize he’s in too deep when he sees the way reiner is getting a little too handsy for his liking

he doesn’t interrupt by saying anything even though he really wants to, you seem to not mind reiner’s touch

so he won’t step in between that, it’s not even any of his business

but it certainly doesn’t stop his displeasure from being blatantly obvious and displayed on his face

“ahhh mr ackerman, if it isn’t a pleasure to see you?”

levi hears an investor greet him but his eyes are glued on you.

you’re laughing so hard at one of braun’s jokes and he feels the same flame in his stomach.

it’s rising and reaches his chest igniting once again and he narrows his eyes finally looking away

he’s not going to spare you another glance this entire evening instead he’ll occupy himself with business talk

“mr acker-”

spinning on his heel he twists around and is face to face to with one of his close sponsors erwin smith

he smiles and the two shake hands discussing new company developments and shared work stress before some how shifting to each other's personal lives

“seeing anyone?” erwin’s question makes levi stiffen and his eyes flick towards where you were just standing a while ago

you’re no longer there but he spots you a little further away now sitting alone

you look a little lost and he feels a sudden and strong magnetism

he wants to approach you to talk so badly, and as his eyes scan around the room he sees reiner occupying himself in a suggestive conversation with a lady from HR

she’s definitely trying to flirt and he’s reciprocating easily

oh, so you’ve been ditched...?

is reiner OK???

first the backhanded compliment

now he’s ditching YOU???

it makes levi feel a little angry and frustrated

he doesn’t even notice at first because he’s so deep in thought but erwin leans in to whisper in his ear. “i know that look, go talk to your crush.”

“we’re much too old for you to be using the term crush. it makes it sound childish.” levi grumbles before taking a sip from his wine glass

“i’ll go keep my secretary company. i’ve spoke to most of the other investors it should be okay.” the statement is more of a question but smith nods in response

“it’ll be more than okay, go get em’ tiger!” erwin lands a light punch onto levi’s shoulder and he grins before walking away

to levi’s disappointment he’s unable to speak to you

you end up getting dragged into conversation with some of the other employees and he doesn’t see you again

so much for talking to you, he couldn’t even get within a meters radius

he’s now out on the balcony for a breathe of fresh air, the past few hours have consisted of tedious and forced small talk with an investor’s daughter

her father has been BEGGING levi, even bribing him to consider marrying her but levi rejects every single time

there’s nothing wrong with the girl really

she’s well educated and quite pretty but... that’s all he knows about her?

AND no one beats you, even though he’s still kinda in denial about liking you

hell, not like that part matters he doesn’t even know the girl’s name what does her dad expect from him?

was it sharron? shana? he forgot her name as soon as it was said 

much to levi’s dismay he hears an unexpected giggle behind him and then an arm slinks over his shoulder, the investor’s daughter has followed him out and is now pressing her chest against him awaiting a reaction

frankly, he wants to push her off BUT he’ll be in big trouble and lose a key sponsor if he handles this incorrectly

“could you please distance yourself?” he tries to intimidate the younger girl away with the bitter tone of his voice but it only seems to motivate her

“feisty one aren’t you?” she’s looking up at him through her lashes and her poor attempt at looking appealing only makes levi internally face palm

her index finger is drawing circles into his tie and he feels his breath hitch due to how uncomfortable she’s making him

“please move.” he requests for her to listen once again and he’s now taken a step back but she only follows and keeps her firm grip on his tie

she doesn’t seem to be letting up and there’s nothing he can really do about it.

he guesses he’ll just wait till she gets bored but the time passes at an excruciatingly slow rate

in this fifteen minute duration she’s played around with his hair which has SERIOUSLY annoyed him because he took time to style it

and he thought it looked pretty cool

now she’s only pushed and pushed further and further into his chest and he can feel her hot icky breath hit his neck

the veins in his forehead are twitching in expanding irritation and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can tolerate

“you’re making him uncomfortable.” levi’s head snaps to the right and there you are still as beautiful as the last time he saw you

your arms crossed over your chest and you’re looking the girl up and down

“and who might you be?” the way she scoffs seems to be enough to piss you off because your face morphs into a scowl.

big Yikes...you’re mad

“leave him alone.”

“you must be of no importance, we have no time for-”

“step away before i make a report on the grounds of sexual harassment.”

you flip your phone out smirk plastered across your face

“it’s all been recorded. know your place.” you’re unyielding and even levi is thinking??? wow??? you know how to not be nice??? because well, he’s never seen you this mad 

just as you expect she barges out in a fury (not before flicking you off), you’ve left her brimming with rage and you feel rather proud of yourself

you release a content sigh

“do i get a raise for saving you or what?” you dryly jab 

he’s always loved your straightforward jokes, they align perfectly with his blunt humour

he murmurs his appreciative thanks

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asks the question eager to know what your answer is

it’s another way he knows he’s falling way too deep for his liking

he never asks anyone else these trivial questions

“enjoyable. although reiner is a little.” you pause to find the correct words

“he just made me a little uncomfy, he’s very extroverted so i felt out of place. thankfully he’s preoccupied himself elsewhere.” the same lonely look from before returns to your face 

yeah, it is kinda sucky to have your date ditch you

“you don’t have to tolerate-” levi starts then stops.

you’ve leant in to hear him after saying you can’t hear much over the hustle and bustle from inside

“the- i mean- what i’m trying to say is” he looks at you completely stunned trying to piece together what he wants to say

wOWIE!!!! you literally look so stunning up close he can not formulate a sentence, he has officially LOST IT

the words he say next fly out of his mouth after a lengthy internal struggle “fuck. what i’m saying is, what i mean is, you could always come as my date next time.”

now you’re the one looking at him stupefied.

again, he’s looking anywhere but at you

the closest he gets to it is taking a glimpse of your dress,

it’s black and suits you well with the little ruffles and all.

“i’d love that.”

the tips of his ears grow red in embarrassment but... YOU ACCEPTED???

NOW. levi is giddy on the inside but makes no move to make it obvious instead he opts to scratch his neck and give you an awkward thumbs up

you take note of his body language and the possible realization dawns on you

but you can’t really tell if it’s the doing of alcohol

either way you grab onto his suit and begin to lead the way back into the main hall

“may as well start being my date now? not like reiner’s coming back any time soon” he can’t see your face but he can tell you’re smiling as you speak

levi’s cheeks are bright red but he thanks the chilly night air and darkness for hiding the way he’s reacting

he won’t confess just yet, it’s too early and again he’s in major denial but when staring at the hand that holds onto his suit jacket his heart tingles a little

more like a LOT...

but really whatever it is the two of you have got going on right now it weirdly makes the both of you feel weak at the knees

to be honest, levi enjoys it

and so do you :-)

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