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mydearesthrry · 8 months
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sweet nothing - h.s.
a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!
🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.
🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles
💐 wc: 1.6k
summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.
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“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 
“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 
“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 
“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 
A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 
“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 
“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 
“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 
“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 
“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 
“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 
“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 
“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 
“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 
“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 
“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 
“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 
“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 
A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 
Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 
“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 
Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 
“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 
She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 
Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 
They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 
“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 
They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 
Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 
“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 
She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 
“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 
“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 
“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 
“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 
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drurrito · 10 days
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Uninvited
A/N: From the vault--an offering to mitigate the pain from the previous post...enjoy!
Pairings: Natasha x Reader
Warnings: guns, blood
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You're wiping down the bar when you hear hurried footsteps and someone busting through the door.
"We're closed," you don't look up, still scrubbing at a stubborn sticky puddle from someone's spilled vodka cranberry.
"Should have locked the door then," the sound of a gun cocking grabs your attention. A woman stands behind the barrel aimed at you. Fiery doesn't begin to describe the hue of the hair that falls off her shoulder. Her eyes are piercing even with the bus length between you both. Her lips are pursed with a determination that tells you you're not going to be able to talk your way out of this at all.
You carefully raise your hands, "easy," you say with an even tone, "money's already in the safe so just give me a min-"
"I don't want your money," she rolls her eyes. You feel your stomach sink, your luck might have finally run out. The woman sees your breathing pickup just a bit and she drops her gun.
"I don't want your life, either," she corrects, "I just need some cover. I'm being followed."
"So your first thought was to bring them here and put my life in danger?" You look at her incredulously.
"Again, lock your doors next time," the woman shrugs, "we're running out of time."
"We?" you lurch forward in disbelief but she shoots you a look that shuts down any further protest. You pause for a few moments, "fine, you can try any of the rooms in the back. None of the buildings on this street have a back door, so don't plan on making a quick exit."
The woman doesn't say anything more, she just checks her gun before slinking into the backrooms. You watch her go and with a heavy sigh, you go back to wiping down the bar. You thought life as an ex-pat in Amsterdam would be much quieter than this.
Not five minutes later do you hear even more footsteps barreling down the sidewalk and right through your door.
"We're closed," you try again.
"Shut up," you look up to see yet another gun pointed at your face. Two men in balaclavas with pistols are standing much closer than your last guest was. They have empty eyes and grimy hands, you wonder what kind of business one has to be in to invite this kind of company.
"We're looking for someone," the shorter of the two men say, "fit redhead in a bodysuit."
His partner bellows out a laugh and jams his elbow into his side.
"Bar's been closed for over an hour," you drawl.
"We're not asking how long you've been closed, we're asking if you've seen the lady or not," the taller man speaks this time, further encroaching into your space with his gun still drawn.
"No, I haven't seen the lady," you spit.
"Mind if we take a look around, then?" The small man asks in a way that doesn't give much of a chance to say no.
"Look man, I'm just trying to close up so I can go home-"
"We can make this quick if you just tell us where she is," the smaller man insists.
"No one is here," your voice is louder now, the smaller man smiles widely under his mask.
"Stay here, I'm gonna check it out," the taller man nods and keeps his gun trained on you while his partner disappears into the back. You wait with bated breath as you hear doors open and close. It's only a few minutes before he comes back into the room.
"Was that so hard?" He taunts before walking towards the door, "stay safe out there, lotta bad people in these streets this time of night."
You're too busy rolling your eyes to watch them go. By the time you remember your guest, she's already in the doorway, looking much paler than before. You don't get a word in before she collapses. You barely reach her in time to keep her head from bouncing off the bar floor.
"Shit, hey," you gently shake her shoulder and take inventory of the rest of her body until you see blood seeping out of her side. You wonder how she was able to conceal the injury for so long.
"You're bleeding," you breathe, already scrambling for your phone somewhere on your person.
"M'okay," she rasps, "just a scratch."
"Bullshit," you laugh exasperatedly. You tap away on your phone and put it to your ear, "Bruce, I need you at the bar, bring your kit."
That's all you say so you can turn your attention back to her. She's semi-conscious, her eyes half-lidded.
"Stay with me," you shrug off the flannel you're wearing and press it against the wound. She squirms and feebly tries to push herself upright.
"No, you gotta stay here. You lost too much blood," you say sternly with a gentle hand on her shoulder. You whisper assurances to her until help comes.
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The ten minutes that it took for Bruce to show up felt like an hour. You sigh with relief when you see him step through the doorway.
"Oh, what happened here?"
"I'm not even sure at this point," you shrug. Bruce notes the glint of concern in your eyes and takes it as a sign that he needs to work fast.
"Okay, let's get her on a table."
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She would have jumped off the table if it weren't for you catching her shoulders in time.
"Easy," you warn. It only takes a few seconds for her to meet you on the same page.
"You're lucky," Bruce starts, "that bullet missed your lung so you're gonna be able to walk out of here pretty soon."
"You called for help?" The woman tries to sound angry, you return her energy with a pointed look.
"You were bleeding out, gun to my face or not, I wasn't going to let you die."
She hesitantly nods with what you assume is gratitude. Her eyes meet yours and wow, she's stunning.
"Once this IV bag drains, I'll unhook you and you'll be free to go," Bruce says, cleaning his tools.
"Thanks, Bruce."
"Thank you," her voice sounds tired. Bruce gives you a look that you're not sure what it means until he leaves you alone with a wink.
"Where in the states are you from?" She wastes no time with the given opportunity. You try not to look so surprised that she was able to clock you as American.
"West coast," is all you give her and she snorts with amusement, "where are you from?"
"Ohio, sorta," she actually responds and you want to feel bad about being vague with your answer now.
"So, why Amsterdam?" She asks and you decide to give a little more.
"Saw it in a movie once," you drawl, "thought it was really pretty. So when the time came to leave, I knew where I was going, but no clue what I was gonna do."
"Why'd you leave the States then?"
"Uh," you tap against your thigh for a few seconds, "heartbreak, identity crisis, needing a change in scenery, you know, all the clichés," you genuinely smile for the first time and you swear you see her almost do the same.
"Any regrets?"
"None, never."
"Liar," you both share a laugh.
"Sorry for pointing my gun at you," she says, propping herself up on her elbows.
"S'alright," you assure her, "wasn't the first time and it certainly wasn't the last, your friends made sure of that."
She frowns, "did they hurt you?"
"No, no," you're quick to wave off her concerns and you think you see some tension leave her shoulders.
"They won't come back, I promise," she holds up her pinky and you pretend not to notice her arm shaking when you wrap your pinky around hers. You both linger in this moment for a few beats until Bruce comes back to take the IV out of her arm.
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iluvm4ttsturni0l0 · 10 days
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Who do I choose? Part 13
A Matt Sturniolo fanfic ✮⋆˙
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A/N: yall are gonna love this chapter sm 🤭. Enjoy. -Love Evangeline <3
Summary: I’ve been with my boyfriend for over a year, but what happens when Matt, my celebrity crush, visits my home town and we run into each other. What will I do? Who do I choose?
Warnings: Crying, yelling, break up, mention of mental health struggles, and mentions of cheating
“Connor can we talk” I say shakily as I try to catch my breath and slow my heart rate. Me and Connor are seated in our living room. He is seated next to me as one of his favorite shows plays on the tv.
It’s been three weeks since Matt left. And ever since I found out Connor’s been cheating on me, I’ve gotten worse. Mentally.
Connor’s starting to get mad at me. He yelled at me this morning. He said “I do so much for you! So what the hell is your problem? You have nothing to be upset over!”.
If only he knew.
Yes I did cheat on Connor. I was wrong. Yes Connor cheated on me. He was wrong. But what this tells me is that we are not meant to be together if we’re both sneaking behind each others backs to be with other people.
And I can’t keep feeling helpless.
Like I have no way out.
“Yeah” he says blatantly and seemingly uninterested.
“I think we should break up” I say with a voice crack. I feel my breath get caught in my throat as he looks over at me.
His eyebrows are furrowed as his face shows a sense of disbelief and anger.
“What did you just say?” He asks as his tone shows just how angry he is. My heart begins to quicken faster than I knew it ever could as fear flows through my veins.
“I-I think we s-should break up” I say quieter this time.
“And why is that?” He asks almost like he doesn’t think I’m being serious.
“Because I know you’re cheating on me” I say trying to be brave and stand up for myself for once.
He just raises his eyebrows before a smirk forms on his face and he scoffs. “Okay and where are you gonna go if you leave” he asks.
“U-um my parents” I say as I keep a straight face. “Okay then go” he says. “W-what?” I ask confused. “Go” he repeats himself.
I furrow my eyebrows before I give him a questionable look. I stand up and head towards our bedroom, ready to gather my things.
“You’ll be back soon enough” I hear him mumble under his voice. I turn around and look at him “what?” I ask seeing if I heard him right.
“You’ll be back” he says again. “You gotta remember you’re the one who liked me first, you’re not just gonna walk away” he says furthering his words.
I scoff and turn around he really has some nerve. I walk upstairs to our room and gather all of my things. Gathering all of my clothes, shoes, makeup, pictures, books, and everything in between.
It takes atleast two hours before I’m done and have everything packed. And as I’m zipping up my last bag Connor walks into the room.
“Wow, looks like you might actually leave, I’m surprised” he says laughing slightly. “What you’re surprised?, you barely come home anymore, you yell at me all the time, and you fucking cheated on me!” I say raising my voice.
“And you’ll be back, because you hate being alone” he says with a serious tone. “Do you think I don’t know what you’re like?, after a while of being alone, no one to talk to and no one to love you, you’ll come back”
“Because you’re fucking weak and you always have been, you let everyone walk over you and you always will” he says through gritted teeth as he walks up to me getting in my face.
Tears begin to form in my eyes. Because some of what he’s saying is true. I don’t stand up for myself. I do let everyone walk all over me.
And that’s gonna stop after I leave him.
I grab my bag that’s now zipped along with my other bags and walk out of the room. The rest of my belongings are already in my car. I put my bags that are in my hands in my trunk before shutting it.
I get in my drivers seat before racing out of the driveway.
I’ve never been so ready to leave somewhere in my life.
I drive around town for atleast three hours just drowning in my thoughts. Tears fill my eyes at nearly every thought. My eyes are red and puffy and my nose red and runny. I’ve driven around the same store atleast twenty times, I’m so hesitant to go to my parents because I haven’t talked to them in nearly two years since our last fight.
And it was about Connor.
But I have to unless I want to sleep in my car.
So after another five minutes I slowly drive into my parents driveway. It still looks the same as the last time I came. I open my car door and step out before walking up to their front door.
I hesitate before knocking three consecutive times on the door. I wait for not even thirty seconds before it opens.
I see my mom standing before me and a face of concern as she looks at me. So I take this as my cue to talk.
“I-um” I can feel my eyes fill with tears as I try to explain myself. I look behind me at my car before I continue. “I broke up with Connor and-” I say before my mom engulfs me in a hug.
As soon as she hugs me I sob into her arms. “I’ve missed you so much” my mom says making me sob even more with guilt.
“I’ve missed you too” I say with a shaky voice through tears. She pulls me back by my shoulders. “You can stay here as long as you need” she says. I nod my head.
“I’m gonna get your dad to get your bags later just come inside, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to but I’m here” she says reassuring me.
I nod my head again as we walk inside together.
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My parents have been so nice. Maybe we didn’t ever agree because of Connor. That’s what every argument was about now that I think about it. And I couldn’t feel more like shit than in this moment.
Me and my mom are in the kitchen. I sit at the barstool as she stands by the stove cooking dinner. My dad is bringing all of my bags into my old bedroom upstairs.
My mom and me are silent. And I’ve already explained everything to her. I mean everything. How I cheated on Connor with Matt. How Connor cheated on me. What Connor has said when he’s yelled at me. How I’m currently ignoring Matt.
Mom obviously didn’t approve of anything I’ve done. But the only thing she said was “Matt didn’t deserve that” and I felt my stomach twist into knots at her words.
Now there’s truly no reason that I can’t talk to him besides the long distance. But even though I’ve been ignoring him he stills texts me. Every day.
I haven’t opened them. Too scared to feel the guilt of my actions. But now I know better than ever that I was wrong and I have a chance to make this right, and I’m gonna try.
He’s still who I wanna be with, and if he’s not willing to give up yet, I’m not willing to either.
I look up at my mom and ask her a question “Mom, do you think I should text Matt and explain everything to him?” I ask her.
She turns around before she looks at me like she’s thinking before she finally speaks “I think you should tell him sorry that you have just been struggling mentally, which you have, but I think you should wait to tell him about Connor in person when he visits next” she says honestly.
I nod my head again. “Thank you mom, I’m so sorry for not visiting” I say as I feel my heart clench from the thought. She comes around the counter and hugs me again.
“I’m just glad you’re back” she says and a bittersweet feeling fills my chest at her words.
“Me too” I say truthfully as I hug her slightly tighter.
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It’s now around 2am and my parents went to bed three hours ago. I’ve been lying in my room unable to sleep as I’ve been procrastinating opening Matt’s messages.
But I think that now is the best time as he’s probably asleep. So I pick my phone and click on his contact.
Matt
Hey I miss you so much already, I promise to visit again as soon as I can
Matt
Goodnight beautiful
Matt
Goodmorning beautiful
Matt
Are you okay?
Matt
Okay well I understand you’re upset, just text me whenever you get a chance
Matt
Goodnight beautiful
Matt
Goodmorning beautiful
Matt
I know you’re ignoring me and I just want to say I’m sorry
Matt
Look I’m not gonna give up until you tell me to stop
Matt
Goodnight beautiful I miss you
I stopped reading them as I began to cry. He doesn’t deserve to ignored and I need to explain myself. There’s at least 30 other messages but I choose not to read them, trying not to sob anymore than I already am.
Matt
Hey I’m really sorry I’ve just been really tired recently. Mentally. But I still shouldn’t have ignored you and I’m sorry. I’ll explain all the details the next time you come to Boston.
I finally manage to text him back with tears clouding my vision. As I send it, something inside me hopes he’ll forgive me. Or atleast text back soon.
The wait is already killing me.
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I finally wake up, feeling like I got ran over by a truck. Mentally I was not doing well. But I do smell the faint smell of pancakes and this cheers me up slightly.
So I get out of bed and head downstairs, I see my mom cooking with my dad beside her as they laugh quietly and talk amongst themselves.
“Goodmorning” I say entering the kitchen. “Oh goodmorning” my mom says before hugging me. “I’m making chocolate chip pancakes your favorite” she says with a wide smile on her face. I smile back at her “sounds amazing thank you mom” i say before sitting at one of the barstools across from them.
As I sit down my dad walks over so he’s standing at the counter in front of me “so how you feeling kiddo” he says with a hopeful smile on his face. “Better than yesterday” I say smiling back.
He nods his head. “Well I have to head to the store today so I’ll be gone for a minute but I’ll see yall later I love yall” he says out loud to both me and my mom before he walks over to my mom and kisses her on the forehead.
He then smiles at me before walking out of the house. A moment of silence falls between me and my mom before she finally speaks up.
“So….did you text Matt?” she asks. I nod my head “Yeah I texted him last night, but I haven’t checked my phone since” I say as I look at my hands as they rest in my lap.
“Okay if I were you though I’d go and check my phone before it eats me alive” she says looking at me as she raises her eyebrows. I nod my head knowing she’s right before I hop off the barstool and walk back towards my room upstairs.
I sit on the edge of my bed before picking up my phone. I look at my notifications and I see a text from him which suddenly makes me anxious.
Matt
No I completely understand. Next time I wish you would’ve told me sooner instead of keeping me in the dark but I understand. I miss you so much. And if it’s not too much to ask can we FaceTime tonight?
I shake my head and smile to myself as I sigh with relief at his words.
Matt
I would love to FaceTime call me whenever you’re ready and I miss you more than you know
I text him back before I head downstairs. I sit back at my barstool before I reread Matt’s text to my mom as well as my response. She nods her head with a smile “See this is going to work out great” she says before she turns off the stove.
She walks over to me with a plate of pancakes and says “enjoy”.
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It’s been a week now that I’ve been staying with my parents and I couldn’t feel happier. They are treating me like I was never gone. And I truly feel at home.
Me and Matt text each other everyday.
We text each other goodmorning, goodnight, and we FaceTime in the afternoons and before we go to bed.
He’s been nothing but sweet and understanding. And every time we call it’s like he never even left.
Unfortunately he said that he probably won’t be able to visit for another three months. It makes me upset when I think about it, but as long as we’re talking time flies.
Soon enough he’ll be back, and I can’t wait.
Matt’s pov
A week ago when I first got the notification that y/n texted me I felt my heart sink to my feet in nerves. I didn’t know what she was going to say.
Whether she never wanted to speak again. Or she hates me and wants to end things. Or whether she found someone else.
But to my luck it was none of those.
She said she was just mentally drained. And I get the same way sometimes so I completely understand.
But ever since she explained why she wasn’t responding she’s been texting me everyday and calling me. And I couldn’t feel more happy.
Even though she’s across the country right now it doesn’t matter as long as I know she’s okay and we’re okay, then I have nothing to worry about.
And I told her that I wouldn’t be able to go back to Boston for another three months, I lied. I actually want to surprise her this weekend.
And since it’s Thursday…
My flight leaves tomorrow morning.
A/N: Heyy guys I hope everyone’s having a great day I love you all so much this series is almost over and I hope yall are enjoying it thus far. Thank you to everyone who supports me. - Love Evangeline <3
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Content – intimate whumper, hero x villain, villain with magical powers, fantasy whump, psychological whump, memory alteration, forced submission, dub-con kissing
"I'll probably have to erase your memories. Just as a precaution" Villain's calm voice rang out in the small room as he paced back and forth, not even looking at Hero.
"You're joking right?!"
Hero didn't want his voice to sound so hysterical. He also didn't want to endure Villain's serious look any longer, which only made him more aware of what a terrible situation he was in.
His eyes lingered on random objects, desperately searching for a way out. But he didn't find it. The Villain was blocking his path to the door and Hero realized painfully that there was no chance of getting past him and escaping through the narrow corridor. Not when he's like this. Not now. The only exit was the window he was standing next to. His heart skipped a beat as he thought about what this meant for him, but still, against all reason, his hand slowly moved towards the window handle.
"I don't advise it. You'll break your legs. And then I will come down to you and erase your memories anyway. You will only suffer unnecessarily" Villain said in an almost completely indifferent tone of voice, but there was a hint of concern in it.
Hero snorted, even though he knew Villain was right. And he hated him for it. He also hated the concern in his voice. As if he ever cared about his life and happiness.
"So I should just let you do it, right? Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!" Hero didn't want to scream, not again. But he couldn't help but be overcomed with emotions.
Villain stopped and looked at him for the first time since the incident.
"Yes. That will be better. For you. For me. I don't want to fight."
Villain continued to maintain his mask of indifference, and Hero hated the fact that he couldn't read his true emotions. He would have preferred anger because it was predictable, but now he had no idea what to expect.
"There must be another way. Anything else. I can stay silent and pretend I didn't see anything, I can..."
Villain interrupted him with a joyless laugh.
"We both know it won't work. You'll open your dirty mouth and blurt everything out at the end. Or worse, you'll try to help me. I won't let you do this." With each word, Villain got closer to Hero, who could no longer move back, pressed against the wall. He glanced out the window again, but quickly shook his head. The consequences would be too great.
So he risked looking into Villain's eyes and saw no uncertainty in them. He swallowed.
"I could at least try..." his voice was quieter this time, more shaky due to Villain's proximity. Great.
"Would you like to continue pretending to be a hero? It didn't work out last time."
Hero grimaced at the reference to recent events, but did not comment on his words, refusing to be provoked.
There was a sudden tension in the air, full of heavy memories that each of them preferred to keep silent for now.
“So you can see that I have no other choice, my dear,” Villain said after a long moment, breaking the silence.
Something about the way he said that endearment made Hero's heart skip a beat, but he quickly came to his senses, remembering his threat.
"You're an escapist, you know? You would do anything to avoid the consequences, to start over..."
Instead of the expected anger, Hero saw only calmness in Villain, with a hint of amusement at his feeble attempts to distract him to escape.
"What's wrong with escapism, hmm?" he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind Hero's ear.
Hero shuddered, his thoughts made no sense, and for a moment he focused only on the touch on his cheek, on the warmth of Villain's hand, on the knowledge that if only the situation was different, he could kiss him here and now.
"Don't try to avoid it," Villain whispered tenderly into his ear, aware of the effect it was having on him. "Just give up. Submit. It'll hurt you less than if I had to force you to do it."
But I don't want to have my memories deleted, Hero wanted to say, but the prepared words disappeared from his head as soon as Villain ran his hand through his hair. Hero sighed.
Villain suddenly pulled away to look into his eyes. Hero closed it in a sudden panic.
"What exactly do you want to delete? How many days?" he managed to say in a trembling voice.
"Just today," Villain assured him, smiling. "Removing more memories would affect you too much. And we don't want that, right?"
Hero just nodded, not noticing the strange gleam in Villain's eyes.
"And if you're going to forget anyway..." Villain approached him again and kissed him gently on the lips.
Hero had no idea what had just happened. His heart was racing and he felt that his cheeks were completely red. He kept repeating the question in his mind: why, why, why, why, why? But he received no answer.
Villain placed his hand on his blushed cheek again and stared into his eyes as if he wanted to remember the sight. And then he kissed him again, this time on the forehead.
"Sorry." Hero heard a quiet whisper and didn't know how to react. And if any of his reactions would have changed Villain's mind at all. Probably not.
That's why when Villain looked at him again, Hero didn't close his eyes.
A sharp, stabbing pain immediately shot through his head, and Hero couldn't help but hiss and crouch down as if it would protect him.
But Villain then moved his hand to his chin and forced him to straighten up and look him in the eye.
"You're unconsciously resisting, that's why it hurts. Stop it, Hero. Give up, enough of this fighting. It will be better for you this way" his sweet, calm voice made Hero start to calm down involuntarily. The feeling that he was going to cry disappeared. The pain subsided.
And then, as soon as he felt someone infiltrating his mind, searching through his memories, Hero submitted and everything went dark.
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thegettingbyp2 · 1 year
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I Could Recognise You Anywhere
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You knew that it was going to be risky trying to disguise yourself on the front lines but there was no way you were going to be able to let your best friend risk his life on his own. You tried to keep your distance from him as much as you could, knowing that he would be able to see through you the second he laid eyes on you.
However, a couple of months on the front line, you noticed that Jasper didn’t seem to be anywhere and you immediately thought the worst, having to check with some of the other guys, afraid that he had been killed in battle.
The next time you saw Jasper, you knew straight away that there was something wrong; he seemed to be quieter than you were used to, no longer hearing his beautiful laugh bounce around the soldiers. Something you found the strangest though, he seemed to be very rigid, he’d remain still unless he absolutely had to move and you couldn’t even be certain that he was breathing.
You didn’t speak to Jasper Hale again until he approached you one afternoon. You’d just gotten back from a battle and you were trying your best to hide the fact that you had been shot in the side; knowing that the second you went to the medical tent, your secret would be over and you would be sent back home. You had wrapped your jacket tightly around your body, trying to use it to apply pressure to your wound that you could feel was still steadily bleeding.
‘You’re bleeding.’ A strained voice spoke quietly behind you. Even though the voice was so quiet you weren’t sure if you had heard it at first, you knew that you’d recognise the voice anytime. You turned around and saw that Jasper Hale was standing in front of you, the first thing you noticed was how incredibly beautiful he looked. ‘(Y/N)?’ he asked, his eyes widening slightly, fear clouding his eyes.
‘Jasper!’ you exclaimed, wincing when you moved towards him a bit too quickly, an action that Jasper’s eyes took in straight away. His hand shot out to take your wrist in his hand and you gasped when you felt how cold his hand was despite the hot summer afternoon. He dragged you away from everyone else, only letting go of your wrist when the two of you were out of earshot of anyone else. ‘How did you know it was me?’
‘I could recognise you anywhere. What are you doing here, you can’t be here, (Y/N).’ You noticed that Jasper wouldn’t step close to you.
‘I couldn’t let you come here alone,’ you retorted, ‘anyway, what’s happened to you, something’s changed with you.’
‘You’re still bleeding,’ he said quietly, his eyes moving to your side where your hand was beginning to stain red from where you were bleeding through your jacket.
‘I’m fine.’
An unfamiliar expression passed across Jasper’s face; as if part of him wanted to step closer to you and make sure that you were okay but the other part wanted to run far away. He let the two emotions war in his head for a few seconds before, in an instant, he had you pressed up against a wall, both of his arms caging you in as his head ducked into your neck, inhaling deeply. Something told you that you should get far away from him as quick as you can, but you couldn’t help but look at him and see the man that you’ve been in love with for as long as you could remember.
‘You’re mine,’ Jasper growled into your neck and a rush of fear ran down your spine at the tone of his voice. His cold arm slipped underneath your jacket before he pulled back, studying the blood that was now coating his hand. You watched as eyes darkened and he quickly licked the blood off of one of his fingers, letting out a groan of satisfaction before you felt a stinging pain in your neck and everything went black.
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selfindulgentpixies · 7 months
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So I wrote a very self indulgent Satoru Gojo x reader fic to cope with a couple of bad sensory overload days I had a week or two ago and it's just been sitting in my drafts half finished until tonight. Got a boost of spiteful inspiration since I spent most of today in bed with a migraine.
Contains: gn!reader, mentions of sensory overload, brief mentions of getting ill, Gojo being sweet and taking care of you, reader has a cat, reader wears glasses
Take me home tonight
Gojo could tell something was wrong as soon as you’d walked into the meeting late, not just late but later than him, looking frazzled. Even if you shared his disdain for the higher ups you played your role well enough, always on time, students cared for, work taken care of with what could sometimes be considered malicious compliance if you were pushed the wrong way. But that wasn’t the you he saw try to quietly slip into the meeting.  You looked washed out, nauseous even. It wasn’t helped when the higher ups tried to lay into you for being so late. You looked panicked which is when he swept in. Taking their attention off you. He’s not even sure you take in anything that’s being said but you at least send him a small and grateful smile. 
The meeting is barely over before you’re getting up to leave, ignoring any protest at your abrupt exit. He quickly finds you when he leaves, between his long strides and six eyes it’s easy to find you and catch up to you. You’ve stopped to sit, heels of your hands pressed against your eyes and your glasses dangling loosely from your fingers. He plops down on the bench next to you and speaks. “Mind telling me what that was all about?” He doesn’t miss how you flinch at his voice.  He’s known you long enough to catch on and his voice is quieter the next time he speaks. “One of those days then?”
You give a jerky lil nod, still covering your eyes. Even though your lenses on your glasses were transitions they weren’t activated by the lights inside the building, the barely there default tint of them not enough at the moment which was probably why you were just holding them and sitting with your eyes covered. “Y-yeah. Had a mission in the city, dealt with a curse that could manipulate light, and everytime it attacked it let out a high pitched buzzing noise, it was like the world’s worst rave and then I came straight here for the meeting.” He frowns a bit at that. Really you should have just gone home. 
“You don’t even like normal raves.” His tone isn’t something you’re able to parse at the moment, but there’s a playful enough note to it that it gets you to smile just a little.. 
“You’re right, I don’t.” 
Still speaking softly, so much so that only you can hear him even as other staff pass by. “You went into the crowded city,” you nod, “went to hell’s light show,” you nod again at his words, “And still decided to go back through the city to sit in a brightly lit meeting room and deal with the higher ups?” 
“That sums it up, yeah.” You part your fingers ever so slightly to glance at him but quickly close them. 
He sighs. “Here, keep your eyes closed but move your hands.” 
“Gojo?” You question as you hear the shifting of fabric. 
“It’s fine just move your hands,” he gently coaxes you and you feel his cool dry hands gently pull your own from your face. Then he’s gently tugging something over your head and you realize he’s putting his blindfold on you, the thick soft cloth finally blocking out all light. Instead of tucking it behind your ears he pulls it slightly lower so it covers them and at least partially softens the sounds around you. You’re both quiet for several moments until he takes your glasses and tucks them into his pocket. You don’t see that of course but you trust him to not break the things you need to see since you’ll want to see again eventually.  “You still with me?” 
“Y-yeah, thank you. Don’t you need this though?”
You don’t see him shrug but he does it anyway. “I’ll be fine without it for a bit. I’ve got my sunglasses if it gets bad. I think you need it a lot more than me right now. Do you want me to take you home? You can’t make it there blind so i’ll-” 
“Gojo, if you teleport me right now I’ll probably throw up on you.” 
“Gross.”
“I’m just being honest.”
He hums in thought. “How about I just carry you to my office then? It’s nice and cool in there and I can draw the blinds.” 
You’re quiet for a moment and he almost asks again until you nod. “Y-yeah alright.” 
When he picks you up he does so with care, making sure he doesn’t do anything unexpected. Normally the idea of being touched by Gojo would be much more pleasant but each point of contact makes your clothes rub more uncomfortably against your skin. You don’t complain though and just let him carry you. You tuck your head into his neck. You’ll probably feel mortified later but right now all you care about is being somewhere dark and quiet.  You think you hear some of the students start to speak to him and maybe begin freaking out when they see that he’s carrying you but his energy shifts slightly and you hear him shush them. Surprisingly they immediately comply. You imagine it has everything to do with the shift in his energy and not respecting the fact that they’d  been hushed. 
There’s the soft sound of a door opening and then being closed again before you find yourself being set on a comfortable chair. “Just get some rest alright? I’ll be back.” 
“Thank you, Gojo.” You curl up in the chair and he smiles a little at you. 
You’re a little surprised later when you open your eyes and are faced with complete darkness. Your brain is hazy and takes a moment to catch back up to you. You vaguely remember the conversation with Gojo and him slipping his blindfold on you- oh. Right. You reach toward your face and push up the dark fabric. You blink in the low light of the room. Gojo is at his desk, looking terribly bored of doing his paperwork in the dim lamplight. At least you think he looks bored with how he’s resting his cheek on his fist and holding a document in his other hand. You can’t really see anything else without your glasses.
He perks up when he notices you looking at him. “Hey there, feeling any better?” His voice is still quiet just in case your ears were still sensitive. He gets up and grabs something from his desk before walking over to you. You can now see that he’s holding your glasses. 
“Yeah, still a lil fuzzy but definitely better.” You give him a sleepy but grateful smile. He almost wishes you hadn’t taken your glasses back because he knows that as your vision comes back into focus you’re now able to see how pink his cheeks are. You look so cute half asleep and it’s not really a vulnerable moment he’d ever thought he’d get to see you in. Especially not curled up in his office with his blindfold sitting part way on your head leaving your hair mussed up. You sit up and stretch, arching your back in a way that gets his eyes to track over your body before you pull the blindfold the rest of the way off your head and press it into his hand. “Really thank you. I hate to say it but I was on verge of tears before you helped me out.” 
He pulls the blindfold over his head but lets it rest around his neck instead of pulling it over his eyes. “It’s no problem really. You weren’t acting like yourself. Next time just go home if you feel that way. I’ll cover for you if you need me to.” 
You scratch at the back of your neck. “You already do so much, I don’t feel like I should be asking you to do that.” 
He shakes his head. “I mean it. Gives me an excuse to give those old bastards a hard time.”
You snort. “As if you need me to give you an excuse.” 
He smiles but otherwise doesn’t respond to that particular comment. “I do mean it. I think you might be surprised by how well I understand what you were going through. It’s not exactly the same but there’s a reason I always have my eyes covered.” 
“Yeah alright then… I’ll let you know next time.” 
His smile widens into a grin, bringing out his dimples.”Good. Now how about I bring you home now? I doubt you want to deal with the trains.”
“Gojo, if I throw up-”
“Then that’s literally on me.”
“Gross,” you echo his comment from earlier. 
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You don’t get sick from being teleported but it’s a near thing as you lean heavily against Gojo in your entryway. He raises an eyebrow at you. “You gonna be alright?” 
“Y-yeah I’m good.” You let out a slow breath before taking your weight off him and toeing off your shoes in the entryway. “Did you want to come in for a bit? I won’t be up for long but I should fix something to eat. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. 
Gojo studies you for a moment, and without his blindfold in place you feel exposed. “How about I order us takeout then?”
“I don’t know if I should eat anything greasy right now.”
“I can order you some soup. I know a place.”
You consider his offer for a moment before nodding. “Yeah okay. Sounds good.” You begin to walk toward the main part of your apartment. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up while you order food. Make yourself at home okay?” 
He hums in the affirmative before you vanish into your room. 
When you emerge a bit later you’re wearing a clean pair of sweatpants and one of your sleep shirts, which was really just an oversized band-t. You’ve made a half hearted attempt to dry your hair with a towel. The apartment is filled with the smell of food making your stomach growl and drawing you more quickly to the main part of your apartment.  Gojo has made himself comfortable just like you’d told him to. There’s containers of food spread out in front of him on your coffee table and he’s relaxed into the love seat with your cat on the back by his head. The little shit sniffing and chewing at his hair, which you suppose meant Gojo passed your feline companion’s test for being allowed to exist in your space. But what really gets your attention is how Gojo has discarded his work jacket and is just sitting there in a tight black t-shirt that clings to him like a second skin. It takes your breath away a little because while you knew he was probably muscular in theory it just never really sank in because he always wore such baggy clothes. 
“You just going to keep standing there staring holes into me or are you gonna join me for dinner?” His voice is full of amusement.  
You squeak. Of course he noticed you. “S-sorry. I was just surprised. My cat doesn’t normally like when there are men in the apartment he doesn’t know.” It’s only a half lie.
Gojo snorts and glances back at you. “You have a lot of strange men over?” He says in a teasing tone.
“No. Just.. he hates whenever maintenance is here and he attacked poor Nanami’s leg once when he stopped by.” 
Oh now that makes Gojo laugh, loudly in fact, though he quietens himself down to chuckles when he notices you flinch at the noise. “Maybe your cat is a bad judge of character, liking me more than Nanami,” he surprises you by saying at his own expense. 
“No, I think he just picked up on how at ease you seem to be here,” you say this reflexively though a second thought occurs to you moment after when you remember how Gojo had carried you and you’d buried your face in his neck. Your scent must be clinging to him and especially to his blindfold that he's still wearing around his neck. The thought makes you blush and he tilts his head at you for a moment before gesturing for you to come sit down, patting the cushion beside him.
You suddenly wish your apartment wasn’t so sparsely furnished but since it was normally just you here the only place to sit in the living room really is directly next to Gojo. You consider saying you should move to the kitchen table but did you actually want to miss an opportunity to be so close to Gojo when he was offering it? The answer was apparently ‘no’ as you make your way over. He crosses his legs to make room for you and you take your seat next to him. At your arrival your cat mrrps and headbutts the back of your head before leaving. 
“Now-” Gojo leans forward picking up a container and a spoon for you, “go ahead and eat.” Once he’s sure you have a good grip and aren’t going to drop hot soup on the two of you he grabs his own food and sits back, his arm brushing against you. The two of you eat in silence your arms occasionally knocking into each other as you fill your empty stomachs. 
Before long you’re drowsily sagging to the side and Gojo is gently taking the mostly empty container from your hands. This causes you to jerk and blink up at him groggily. “Ah sorry-”
He chuckles. “You don’t need to apologize, you’re exhausted. Why don’t you head to bed? I’ll clean up and head out after alright?” 
You feel a little guilty. “You don’t need to clean up, Gojo.” 
He holds up a hand. “It’s not a big deal really. You just get some rest.” 
He stands and stretches, and he reminds you a bit of a very oversized cat. his fingers brushing your low ceiling. Then he’s holding a hand out to you and pulling you up from the loveseat.  The two of you say your goodnights and goodbyes before you shuffle your way to your room. He stands there in your living room with an impossibly fond smile on his face.  He catches your cat giving him what could be a judgmental stare from the corner of his eye. “Bet you think I should have asked them out, huh?” The cat just flicks his tail unimpressed. You, unaware of the small exchange between Gojo and your feline companion, fall asleep to the sounds of Gojo cleaning up.
The next morning you wake up to the chime of your phone. You bink blearily and fumble for your phone. When you unlock the screen you see you have a message from Gojo. 
Gojo: hey I hope you’re feeling better this morning. if you’re up to it do you want to come meet me for breakfast? i’d like to ask you something.
You sit up and rub at your face before responding. 
You: can’t you ask me over text? 
Gojo: it’s something i’d rather ask you in person. so will you? 
You: sounds a bit ominous but ok
Gojo: it’s nothing bad I swear! 
You grin sleepily to yourself. 
You: yeah yeah you’re just trying to lure me into a false sense of security
Gojo: you wound me!! i would never. sooo meet me in 30 minutes? 
You: not giving me much time to wake up huh? 
His next message is the location of a cafe not far from your apartment. He apparently took your question as a yes. 
So you get up and scramble to get ready, you’re still a bit disheveled but you're comfortable enough around Gojo to not really care. As you shoo your cat away from the door so you can slip out you have no idea that when you return home it’ll be with your soon to be boyfriend.
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And that's it! I just needed a comfort fic so i wrote it myself. I'm still working on chapter 7 of my Satoru x reader x Suguru fic. It's just taking time to pull together
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gravelghostsnow · 10 months
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hands on session // ❤️ wc: 1089
tags: fem!reader, Ruggie Bucchi, implied fwb, vaginal fingering, public (in the classroom), slight edging if you squint
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The clock on the wall was the second loudest thing in the room next to your heartbeat. It would’ve been a normal study hall had the cheeky student beside you sat elsewhere. You were trying your damnedest to focus on your notes, to study, to learn the content you wrote down for your next test- but your mind was preoccupied. Your focus was being used to maintain your composure, trying not to make a sound or be obvious as to what was happening under the desk.
Ruggie’s fingers were deep inside your fleshy walls, pumping in and out of you teasingly, dragging each finger against your wall slowly. He wasn’t even looking at you; he was smugly smiling as he pretended to write down notes and act as if he wasn’t the reason that you were increasingly turning into a melted puddle at your desk. The relationship between you two was, at the very least, a complicated one. Frequent hands-on sessions together left you both panting, wanting more but never speaking the words into existence. Your body was no stranger to his touch, almost craving it more the longer you were separated from him.
“Ruggie,” you breathed quietly, fighting the urge to moan his name was agonizing. “What if we get caught?” It was a valid question. What would happen if Trein got up from his desk and decided to find out what you two were doing under your own in the back of the classroom? You saw Ruggie’s ear twitch at your inquiry, his eyes slowly looking up from his notebook towards the front of the room. Trein was sitting at his desk still; he looked like he was reading some sort of book, probably a book detailing prior war events or random folklore within Twisted Wonderland. Ruggie pressed his fingers deeper into you, using his thumb to rub painfully slow circles over your clit. He found his finger’s endeavors were successful as a gentle moan left your throat, causing you to immediately act like you heard nothing and keep your eyes glued to your notes.
“If we get caught, then I’m blaming you,” he whispered to you as he leaned towards you. His grin was so mischievous; this is what he wanted, he wanted you to crumble at his touch and doing it in front of the class made it that much more exciting to him. “If you don’t want to get caught, then maybe you should be quieter. Shishishi~.” His words taunted you. He was purposefully fingering you slowly to drag this out as long as possible, making sure that at the end of class you would be begging for him to touch you again, to caress your body with his hands and more in the comfort of your own dorm room.
You bit your bottom lip as you tried to swallow back another moan creeping up your throat. You were trying your hardest to not bring attention to yourself, the soft moan before making you want to cringe at the thought of other students knowing how Ruggie was making you feel. Ruggie snickered under his breath watching you, observing how with every thrust of his fingers inside you, you inhaled slightly more and blinked slowly every time he made circles around your clit. “Or I can stop? But I’d hate to leave you in this state,” he said, grinning as he looked at you from the corner of his half-lidded, gray-blue eyes. You felt him remove his fingers from your drenched hole, gingerly painting your folds with your slick on his fingers. “No,” you said coarsely, the tone taking him by surprise as he raised his eyebrows at you. “Quiet, back there,” you heard Trein instruct as he glanced up from his book. You put your head back down again, embarrassed even more that, once again, you were the one bringing the unwanted attention to yourself.
You felt annoyed for a moment as Ruggie chuckled to himself, but all that annoyance left you as you felt his fingers roughly push past your pussy’s lips once more, only a little harder this time. You tried to read the words on the page in front of you, trying to use it as a distraction for how pleasureful his fingers inside you felt. You thought the only thing better than his fingers would be other parts of him, and at this rate, if he cornered you in the hallway after class, you would willingly skip your next class and go back to Savanaclaw with him. Ruggie was curling his fingers now, listening to your body’s reactions as he felt your velvety inner walls sucking his digits deeper.
You were close, wanting to cum badly, his name on the tip of your tongue. Ruggie knew your climax was imminent, his smug grin never leaving his face as he played with your body with one hand and took down notes with the other. His fingers upped their pace, curling up and scissoring inside you to finish you off. The familiar feeling in your core reached its limit as you opened your mouth to speak. Ruggie’s eyes were wide, sensing that there was no way whatever words left your mouth were about to be as quiet as a mouse. Conveniently, a student the table over was walking away from their desk, which Ruggie took as a perfect opportunity to create a loud noise to cover your own. He extended his leg, tripping the student and making them drop their belongings as you shouted his name, your pussy contracting around his fingers.
You quickly covered your mouth as it felt like everyone in the room was staring at you, including Ruggie, who had the biggest, fangy grin on his face. “It was just an accident,” he said, trying not to laugh as he carefully removed his fingers from between your legs. “Sorry, man. I didn’t know my leg was out that far.” The student gathered his belongings and laughed it off, accepting Ruggie’s apology claiming it was just an accident. “I didn’t think you were going to be that loud,” Ruggie snickered. “Oh shut up, this is your fault. I feel so fucking embarrassed right now,” you scolded. “You want me to make it up to you? We can skip class, no one’s at either of our dorms,” he grinned, his tail lightly swishing behind him. “What d’ya say?” There was no way you were going to your next class, not with Ruggie sitting beside you like this.
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ntyfool · 1 year
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OUR SUMMER.
chapter thirteen – daylight.
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You shifted from side to side trying to find a better position in your tent, one that would aloud sleep to come, but nothing seemed to help. It was already 23:00 and you’ve never felt so awake. Huffing and quickly getting up, you headed to the exit.
As much as it was hard to admit, Neteyam’s words hammered in your brain all the time. “You’ll always be my first choice.". It almost haunted you.
Sitting in a quieter spot your gaze stopped at Tsireya’s guitar, you were quick to grab it, occupying your mind with familiar notes and songs. The night breeze bringing a comforting sensation. Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam watched from a distance, admiring.
A heavy blanket fell into your shoulders, protecting you from the cold. Looking up, you’d recognize him from a mile away, by touch, voice, demeanor.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked while caressing your back, trying to warm you up.
“Unfortunately. You too?”
“Yes, do you mind if I stay?”
“Never, come here.” Opening your arms so Neteyam could snuggle into you, the cover did it’s job wrapping the two together. You knees touching his.
“I have something for you.”
“Really?!”
He simply nodded, taking an object from his pocket and heading it to you. It was a bracelet with three small oranges and two flowers, your heart skipped a beat.
“This is so beautiful ‘Teyam, thank you. When did you get it?!”
“A few weeks ago, I thought of you the moment I saw it.”
“Me?”
“You.” Neteyam felt apprehensive, he still feared to make you uncomfortable by confessing, but also knew that he’d probably explode if he didn’t.
Neteyam’s feelings for you made him weak on the knees, coward, afraid. However, it also made him strong, brave, hopeful, better. These feelings, mutual or not, were one of the purest things in him, it should be worth sharing, worth having.
“Y/n.”
“Yes?”
“I need to tell you something.”
His serious tone made you worried. “I’m all ears.”
“I don’t believe I love you just as a friend anymore.” He let out, scanning your face. “If you want me to act platonic and take this back I will, promise, but I can’t keep hiding it. I’m hurt when you’re hurt, happy when you’re happy. You’re the first person I think about when something bad or good happens, and the first I want to share everything with. I am always hoping that you see me the way that I see you, because you’re all I see. I… really care about you.”
You were dumbstruck, mouth hanging open. Even if your suspicions existed, it still seemed unreal to hear this.
“Say something? Please. I’m sorry if-”
“You had no idea, did you?” Holding his face, you made sure to stare at him, both with teary eyes. “I love you too, so much.”
You couldn’t help but smile when Neteyam’s lips found yours, giving you a loving kiss, followed by multiple pecs and hugs, as if he was making up for lost time. His touch was soft, tender, wishing to express everything he couldn’t before. All the unspoken feelings were, finally, known.
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ssentimentals · 7 months
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seventeen members as their natal charts: joshua
sun in capricorn, moon in taurus
patient and reliable, you can always count on him in times of need and he won't ever disappoint; this man works hard and plays moderately (not a fan of letting loose), very drawn to finest things in life as social status is important for him (just like being financially secure) and he seeks comfort both in places and people
when you hear a loud laughter at the background, you immediately regret calling him, cursing silently at yourself for being impulsive.
'sorry, love, couldn't hear that, come again?' joshua asks, speaking louder than his usual soft tone. 'wait, it's too loud here, let me get out.'
'it's ok, josh, don't bother!' you rush out, not wanting to disturb him. 'sorry i called, go back to your friends, it really is nothing!'
'wait-wait, i can't hear,' there's sound of door opening and then closing before he comes back to you: 'okay, a bit quieter here. hi baby, is everything okay?'
'yeah, all is fine, i'm sorry,' you're trembling but your voice comes out surprisingly steady. stupid anxiety decided to hit you at the most stupid time and out of habit you called joshua, cause he's the one who always managed to calm you down even through the phone.
'why are you apologizing?' joshua sounds confused and you can picture him frowning now. 'what's going on? is everything okay?'
lying to joshua is useless but you try anyway: 'everything is okay, i called you by mistake, sorry. go back to your friends, please, have fun!'
your boyfriend can notice even the slightest change in your voice, so of course you don't fool him: 'what happened? and don't lie to me saying that everything is okay, i can tell it isn't.'
lately nightmares started to plague you and josh knew about it, always being there for you to calm you down. it turned into a habit to call him whenever you wake up in cold sweat, but now you realized how selfish it might have been. not wanting to take his time off from his friends, you stubbornly persist: 'it really is nothing babe, i promise. go back to guys, say hi to everyone from me.'
there's beat of silence and then: 'i'm coming over.' joshua knows that you're going to feel guilty and bad for interrupting him, so he hastily adds: 'i was tired anyways and guys will understand, so don't worry. i'll be there in fifteen, do you want to keep talking on the way or should i hang up?'
the ideal variant for you would be to keep talking but you can't say it, already embarrassed enough as it is. joshua knows you though, knows you so well that you don't have to voice out your thoughts most of the time for him to know what you're thinking about. there's fond sigh on the other side of the phone and he says: 'it's gonna be a bit loud as i go back, just bear with me for a moment, yeah? why don't you get up and make yourself a cup of tea now, love? put me on a speaker.'
you're not sure how joshua does it, how simply hearing his soft voice calms you down and settles your anxiety. how his gentle coaxing gets you moving, how he always knows what exactly you need in any moment. 'i love you,' you whisper after he informs you that he grabbed his coat. 'a lot.'
he chuckles, running back to the car. 'i love you more, darling. i'll always be there for you.'
this man doesn't play games and despites anyone who does; a loverboy, he's sensual and romantic, someone whose love language is spoiling their partner rotten with material (usually very expensive) things; has trouble with unwinding, so someone who is collected and will help him relax/not be so strict is perfect for him
'josh, i...' you pause, momentarily distracted with light hitting diamond's surface, making it sparkle even brighter. gorgeous necklace in your hands stole your breath away and it's hard to find right words to convey all of your emotions. 'it's so beautiful,' you mumble in the end, already knowing what he's going to say next.
'not as beautiful as you,' joshua answers exactly the way you knew he would and yet your cheeks still burn with a crimson blush. 'do you like it?'
it's obvious that you do, but it's important for joshua to hear you say it; the immense satisfaction he feels whenever you utter those words makes him almost giddy with excitement to hear them. you meet his gaze through the mirror and he frowns; he doesn't like this expression on your face, the one where he can tell that you think this necklace is too much for you. he can't have you thinking this, not when he is sure that nothing in this world can ever be good enough for you.
'i think it's too m-'
'don't think,' he interrupts gently, not wanting to make you anxious. he gently helps you to put on the necklace and smiles at your reflection, admiring his gift. 'just enjoy, darling. you deserve all the finest things in life and i'm going to give them all to you.'
he sounds so determined that it makes you shiver, breathless at how much he wants to give you everything. this necklace is wonderful and while it is too much, you shut these voices down in your head, turning to face him. 'thank you, joshua,' you whisper, touching diamond pendant. 'i love it.'
joshua's smile at these words is so full of happiness and fondness that you can't help but smile too. 'you're welcome, love.' he leans in, kissing your forehead. 'it's just the first out of many, many presents. i want to give you everything you deserve.'
'you don't have to, josh,' you remind him simply because you can't not to do so. you know that he loves you without all of this, he makes sure you know this every single day.
he sighs. 'i know. but i want to.'
i'd give you everything if you just let me, he thinks to himself, watching you closely. you smile and his heart skips a beat, when you hug him tight, whispering how much you love him. anything for this, he thinks, hugging you back. anything for you.
a/n: hi god it's me again can i have joshua as a husband please?
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bultaoreunheyyy · 2 months
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two. exhaustion
"Hey, hyung?" (or 5 times Jungkook wants tummy rubs + 1 times he doesn't)
two. exhaustion
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sickie: jungkook
caretaker: yoongi
“Hey, hyung?”
Jungkook’s question comes out quieter than he intended– his tongue feels too big in his mouth, and his lips just don’t want to open all the way, the same as his eyes– but Yoongi still hears him and looks up from his laptop. 
“Jungkook?” Yoongi frowns as he takes in his appearance. “What do you need?”
“Can’t sleep,” Jungkook murmurs.
Yoongi tilts his head to one side. He looks down at his phone to check the time and frowns. “You haven’t slept yet tonight?” He asks incredulously. “After not sleeping last night?”
Anxiety swirls in Jungkook’s gut at his worried tone and it makes him feel almost nauseous, a weird achy feeling that hovers halfway between his stomach and his throat. 
He shakes his head. “Can’t sleep,” he repeats. “Can I…can I sit in here with you?”
Yoongi’s expression softens. “Of course,” he replies. “You can rest in my bed, if you don’t mind me keeping the light on while I finish up a few things.” 
He gestures toward the lamp on his desk that’s casting a warm, dim glow across the room.
Jungkook nods eagerly. Yoongi’s room is perfect, always clean and always smelling of citrus and always the perfect temperature. He climbs into the bed and settles under the covers, startling a little when Yoongi suddenly appears above him, hands fluffing the pillow and tucking the blanket around Jungkook with a look of concentration on his face. He’s fussing, smoothing out the blanket twice before reaching down to tuck Jungkook’s hair behind his ears, pushing it off his face first, and oh how it makes Jungkook feel warm all over. 
Yoongi puts a palm on his forehead. Jungkook knows he won’t find a fever there, though, because even though there’s a tiny chance he is getting sick with how miserable he’s starting to feel, he’s pretty sure it’s just due to exhaustion and not illness. He doesn’t feel warm. He just feels…tired. So, so tired. 
He quickly closes his eyes when Yoongi catches him staring, his face flushing, but Yoongi just pats him lightly on the chest and goes back to his desk without a word. Jungkook feels so comfortable now, feels like maybe he can actually fall asleep in here, with Yoongi close by, the sound of his keyboard clicking a nice sort of background noise. 
But he still can’t sleep. Not with the way his head is pounding and his limbs feel too heavy yet too restless, and he tosses and turns for what feels like an hour– but is actually only twenty minutes, according to the little clock on Yoongi’s nightstand– before Yoongi is closing his laptop and climbing into the bed next to him.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” Yoongi says, voice a light whisper against Jungkook’s ear. “Are you warm enough? Are you getting sick, do you think? Do you need something to eat or drink?” He pauses for a moment, then fixes the covers over both of them. “Have you been having nightmares again–”
“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupts. “Thank you. I’m fine. I’m comfortable enough. It’s just my brain. It won’t shut up.”
Yoongi regards him with a look he can’t quite decipher.
“Hm,” he finally says, reaching up to run his fingers gently through Jungkook’s long hair. The touch feels nice, and as he repeats the motion Jungkook finds himself closing his eyes and trying to focus on how good it feels, willing it to outweigh all of the other discomfort. He so, so tired, it should be easy to fall asleep.
Then, without warning, Yoongi stops and pulls his hand away. Jungkook is about to protest, but then he feels the blanket lifted off of him and he opens his eyes just enough to see Yoongi peek under the covers and then reach down.
“I’m gonna rub your tummy,” he explains when he feels Jungkook tense next to him. “Keep your eyes closed and keep breathing just like you were just doing. Nice and slow.”
“Oh.” Jungkook hadn’t realized his breathing had been changing. 
Yoongi’s hand on his bare stomach feels even better than on his hair and he has no trouble closing his eyes and focusing on the touch and on keeping his breathing slow and even. Yoongi rubs back and forth, back and forth, his touch seeming to calm whatever uneasy feeling had settled in his belly almost immediately, and Jungkook feels himself relax, muscles he hadn’t even realized had been tense loosening. 
Jungkook can’t really explain why he particularly likes his stomach being rubbed, only that it feels good and it feels calming, and soon a familiar warmth is washing over him, pulling him towards sweet sweet slumber. He feels so close to the edge of sleep when Yoongi’s hand stops, and then a soft snore erupts from next to him. Jungkook glances over in disbelief and sees that Yoongi is asleep, lips parted slightly, hair fanned out over the pillow. 
A giggle bursts out of him before he can stop it and Yoongi stirs but doesn’t fully wake. Jungkook had been so close to falling asleep, but instead of feeling upset about it he’s just amused. He stifles another giggle and considers waking Yoongi up and making him resume rubbing his tummy, deciding against it when another snore fills the air.
For now, he lies and stares at the ceiling with a smile, the pressure of Yoongi’s hand on his stomach a comforting weight.
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Best of both worlds (2)
Neteyam × Tayrangi!Metkayina!reader
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Summary: Neteyam happily keeps his promise to help you.
Words: 3412
Warnings: fluff, slow-burn series
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The next morning, Neteyam couldn't sit still. He never asked you for a time to meet up or if you wanted to meet up today at all. Did you want to meet up? Where would you want to meet him? Should he pick you up? Were you going to pick him up? Should he simply accompany his siblings to meet Tsireya, and you will be there waiting for him? Neteyam kept pacing in their Marui, trying to figure out how he should act. Kiri, who is not a morning person, got annoyed by her brother's restless behavior this early in the day. "Neteyam, what has gotten into you?! You have seen the outside of our Marui before, what is your problem?!" Momentarily thrown off by his sister, Neteyam stopped pacing but was unwilling to share his thoughts after her teasing last evening. "Can't you see, Nete is nervous about his date," Lo'ak smirked while wiggling his eyebrows. The accused pointed a finger at his brother and asked, "Will you stop? If you don't, I will ask Tsireya to give you more breathing exercises Mister 'your heartbeat is too fast. You need to calm down'. " A lot quieter with a purple hue on his cheeks, he added, "And it's not a date. I am just helping her like she and her siblings helped us."
When the Sully children left, Neteyam considered staying back and waiting some more, but Lo'ak called for him, "Bro, do you need an invitation or what?" Neteyam took that as his sign to simply go along and ask Tsireya in case you weren't there. At the beach, they greeted you and your sister. Tuk squeezed between Tsireya and Lo'ak to show her the new bracelet. Kiri had already gone towards the water, while Neteyam approached you. "Hey, uhm did you want to go now? Or later? Or... do you want to go today at all?" Neteyam finally voiced his questions. You were slightly caught by surprise: "I actually didn't think this through. Uhm, do you want to go now? I mean, we can go now! Uhm, should we bring them something? Do we need something?" Taken aback by your questions, Neteyam considered "Then we go now. We could bring them some treats like fish, but usually the ikrans fend for themselves, so we don't have to feed them. But if you want to learn something with your ikran, it might be helpful. We can bring some snacks for ourselves as well. I mean, it could take some time. Do you have your ikran's saddle?" You smiled brightly, mesmerizing him. He returned your smile but snapped out of it when you yanked his arm and began walking and pulling him toward the village. "Then let's go! I believe we still have some dried fish at home and there are some snacks we can easily take. My ikran still has her saddle on. The ones who lived nearby the clan kept them on, I believe." Neteyam quickly found his footing again and followed closely behind you. At your family's marui, you pulled Neteyam into the living area before you wandered off. He patiently waited for you until he heard you mumble something under your breath before crossing the room. "Ao'nung, where are the snacks? There were still plenty when I looked yesterday. Where are they?" Walking out of the room, Ao'nung tried to avoid you. "I don't know, I didn't take them! Why do you need them now anyways?" His eyes meet Neteyam. "And what is he doing here?" Neteyem set his jaw at Ao'nung's hostile tone. "Don't change the subject! And as I said yesterday, Neteyam offered to teach me more about my ikran, now where are they?!" Ao'nung's gaze went from confused to upset before he averted his gaze from Neteyam back to you, saying, "Oh, yeah, right... well, I still don't know. Ask mom!" With that, Ronal walked into the room, her eyes briefly wandering over Neteyam before focusing on both of her children. "What is the matter with you both? Ao'nung, shouldn't you be with your father? Y/N, didn't you want to spend time with your ikran?" With a sigh, Ao'nung wandered off: "Yes, I am already on my way, mother." Having her full attention now, you asked your mother the same thing as your brother before. Ronal went back into the room she came from, grabbed a bag, and packed it with the snacks before coming back out and handing it to you. She smiled kindly at you before wishing you much fun.
The way to the clearing outside the village was quiet. Once you reached your destination, you expectantly looked up at Neteyam. "Now you call your ikran and maybe tell me what troubles you." You nodded in agreement and then let out a loud call. "Right, so I think there is something with the way I fly. For a while, it seems alright, but after some time, it gets rather uncomfortable, and I feel that my ikran isn't feeling well either, but I can't figure out the problem. Also, we sometimes have trouble communicating, I guess. Well, what I mean is that she doesn't listen to me."
You explain while looking uneasy at Neteyam. All things considered, Neteyam thinks that it is unlikely that he could help you from the ground without seeing you interact in the air, but he wants to see your reactions to each other regardless. When your ikran arrives, you gently pet her and feed her some fish. Your body language is very open and friendly. Your ikran also seems very comfortable and trusting around you, so that's not it. "Hm, you seem to be trusting each other, so I think it would be best to see your behavior in the air." Neteyam calls for his ikran while watching you get up on yours. You swing yourself up and make Tsaheylu. Neteyam notices that you are sitting rather close to her neck. Neteyam's ikran arrives, and after feeding him some fish too, he mounts his as well, signing you to take off. Following your lead, Neteyam focuses on the way you fly, your movements, your behavior, and your ikran's reactions to it. After about half an hour of flying, Neteyam notices a change in your ikran's flying. Looking closely, he can see what the main issue seems to be. Your ikran gets restless, and he can see that you are uncomfortable too. Motioning for you to land, he follows your descent, landing next to you before getting off.
He gently thanks his ikran and goes over to you. You are about to get down as well, but Neteyam quickly stops you: "No wait, I think it's better if you stay there, then I can show you better." Nodding in understanding, you pat your ikran, trying to ease her distress. "Ok, you see, when you got up, I noticed that you hold yourself very close to your ikran. That alone is not a problem, but doing so is very, well, exhausting because it takes more strength than it should. Therefore, you become uncomfortable when flying. You clutch her like she's an ilu, but she isn't. You are uncomfortable because you behave like you are in the water and not the air. Your problems getting along might also come from the fact that your body language is telling her something different than your words. It's like saying you want to go right but then walking left. Your posture is also the reason she gets anxious after a while. Since the pose is uncomfortable for you, your body subconsciously tries to find an easier way to stabilize you, leading to your feet pressing down differently than they should, trying to aid your thighs. As a result, your saddle presses up against her lungs more. It's like having someone squeeze your chest when you try to run. She is simply not getting as much air as she would like." You look at Neteyam, speechless, astounished by his explanation but also sorry for your ikran. "So I hurt her?" you ask him with a scared undertone. Panic rises in Neteyam—that was not what he wanted!
"No! I mean well..., like you said, she is uncomfortable, but it shouldn't be hurting. I think." Now unsure, but trying to fix things, Neteyam intervenes. A determined look comes over your face. "How do I fix it?" Relieved Neteyam smiles "Well try to put more weight on the front of your foot and bend your knees. Her neck may be long but there is no need to stretch along it, simply sit down, especially for longer travels. Use your saddle, relax, and give her space. Keep your body upright. You don't have to become part of your ikran because the flow is not as strong in the air as it is in the water." Listening to his advice, you lean back and separate your upper body from your ikran's neck. It felt unusual, so you looked at Neteyam for feedback. He smiled a little and said: "Yes, that's a lot better. Your legs are still very tense. Try to relax them a little and adjust your feet like I said." Looking down, you turned your feet, unsure of what exactly he wanted. A small frown formed on Neteyam's face. "No wait." He gently pushed your calf into position while grabbing your thigh and pulling it back so you rest more weight on your backside than your legs. Now satisfied, he looks at you only to see your face slightly purple and flustered with your eyes locked on your leg. He followed your gaze to his hand, which was still lightly grabbing the middle of your thigh. Embarrassed, he quickly takes his hands off while trying to fight the heat creeping up his cheeks. His attempts fail miserably. "Um, yeah, like this is better." He concluds while he avoids to look at you.
You seemed to squirm, catching his attention. You looked straight ahead with an uncomfortable look on your face. Neteyam was about to apologize for making you uncomfortable when you voiced your distress: "It feels weird like this. It's very different from an ilu. I'm so used to, well, melting into the ilu that sitting so far away seems wrong." Neteyam chuckles, thinking about how it's the exact opposite for his family. Being used to ikrans, they struggle more with the close hold on the ilus. "You will get used to it, trust me. It was the same for my siblings and me when we first rode an ilu. It will take some time, and you will have to concentrate on your posture for a while, but it will become a habit in no time." Grateful for his reassuring words, you nodded at him with a small smile. "So...do you wanna try it again? Flying, I mean. It should feel different now that you are in a proper position." You nodded, and while waiting for Neteyam to get on his ikran, you fed yours another piece of fish to thank her for her patience with you.
Neteyam immediately sees how much your form has improved. Your ikran is also flying more confidently and seems to struggle a lot less. Even after half an hour, nothing changes, and you both glide delightedly through the air.
Back on the ground, you hop off of your ikran, throwing her some fish after caressing her neck gently. Turning towards Neteyam with a bright smile, you approach him, saying, "That was amazing! I could feel how much better she felt. Everything was so different! She was so fast!" Infected by your happiness, Neteyam gave his ikran some fish as well before following you to a small tree, where you sat down under its shadow to enjoy the snacks you brought. "You see, it's much better already! You are a natural, really!" Blushing at his praise, you compliment him: "Well, I couldn't have done it without you. How did you see all of that so fast?" Receiving your praise had Neteyam blushing once again. He bashfully told you that it wasn't that hard to see from the outside and that mistakes like that are harder to see yourself. You two drift off into retelling your flight and explaining the movements you made with your hands. You kept talking until both of you noticed that it was time to head back to the village.
Once in the village, you headed towards your maruis. Reaching the point where your ways would part you once again thanked Neteyam for his help. He was about to play it down once more when you pulled him into a tight hug. Overwhelmed, he carefully hugged you back while stuttering out how glad he was that he could help and that you can always ask him for more help, if you need it. A soft purr was trying to fight its way out of his chest, but he managed to contain it and save himself from further embarrassment.
Unbeknownst to both of you, the sweet moment did not go unnoticed by a pair of curious onlookers.
You let go of one another, both of you slighty blushing, as you quietly wondered "Do you think we could maybe do this again? I mean, you've already helped me a lot but you also mentioned that it's more of a habit and I can't change that habit without practice. But I wouldn't notice if I was doing it right, so..." trailing off, you looked at Neteyam with pleading eyes. How could he ever say no to that? "Yeah sure. I mean, we can and, uhm, we can also, like, fly together just for fun every now and then if you like. So- so yeah, why not?" Scratching his neck while looking around nervously, the boy noticed your delighted giggle "Yes! And I could also help you swim with the ilus. I wouldn't want you to miss out on that because of me!" Looking at your eyes once more, Neteyam nodded at you in agreement with a dopey smile on his lips. "Great! So goodbye, Neteyam! I'll see you tomorrow!" Slightly waving at one another, Neteyam kept slowly walking back. "Yea. Bye—uh, see you" with one last smile you both turned around in your respective directions and started walking.
On his way, Neteyam realized he would do whatever you would ask if that meant he would get to see you smile as brightly as you did that day. Arriving at the Sully's marui, Neteyam tried to contain his happiness to not have it ruined by his siblings. To his surprise, they weren't back yet. Only his parents were there when he walked in. Neytiri and Jake took one look at their son, seeing his dopey smile, the purple cheeks, and his tail swaying behind him in a light rhythm, they knew that he must have had quite the day. "Had fun?" Startled by his father, Neteyam looked at his parents like a deer caught in the headlights. "Yea! No! I guess... uh, it was alright, I suppose," he blushed again, making his parents chuckle with delight over their adorable son. "Well good. Dinner will be soon. Get cleaned up. Your siblings should be back any minute as well." Nodding his head, Neteyam walked off to do as he was asked.
"Like a lovesick puppy." Jake joked. "Don't tease him, ma Jake. He reminds me a lot of you, actually. Be happy for your son." Slightly insulted by his wife's accusations, Jake threw back. "I was not!" But a look from Neytiri was enough to stop the discussion. "Ok well... I am happy for him, but that doesn't mean I will let him down so easily. Remember your dad wanted to kill me when I first met him." Neytiri sighed amusingly at her mate's behavior. Before they could discuss the topic any further, their other children stumbled in giggling with each other. After greeting their parents, they also went to clean up.
During dinner, all three of his siblings kept glancing at Neteyan now and then, giggling when doing so. Lost in his thoughts, Neteyam didn't even acknowledge them until Kiri started talking to him. "So, brother, how was your day? Did anything fun happen?" His smile had faded, leaving him with a neutral expression. "We went flying just like we said. It was nice, the weather was good for flying.'' Neteyam tried to remain as calm as possible to not give his siblings any more reason to tease him. Kiri rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, you are so full of shit!" "Kiri!" Neytiri intervened. Poking Tuk in the ribs, Kiri encouraged her "tell them!" Tuk happily obliged: "We saw them, Mama! They were hugging, and Neteyem got all purple, and then he was so weird. He kept touching his neck, then he almost fell over his feet, and he couldn't talk normal, only a few words at a time. He was so weird. And Y/N was very pretty, and she was also a little purple in her face, but not as purple as Neteyam!" Embarrassed by his siblings' obvious observations, Neteyam blushed once again, trying to think of a way to escape the situation. "Yes, just like that! Although he was even more purple then." Tuk analyzed her brother's current state. The rest of the Sullys smirked in amusement. Neytiri tried to save her son by changing the subject. "And what did you do today, Tuktirey?" Happily telling her mother about everything she did that day, the attention shifted off of Neteyam. Thankful for his mother's help, he glanced up at her, giving her a small smile, which she returned.
Around chief's family, dinner was quieter, but the family also noticed their oldest child's mental absence. "So..." Tonowari started, ".. how was your day? Did flying go well?" Always the curious father, Tonowari was eager to hear about his daughter's newest interest. Startled, you looked up at him. "Oh, yeah, it was nice. Neteyam helped me a lot, actually. He is a great teacher. We talked about flying more often. To improve my skills, of course." The blush covering your cheeks did not go unnoticed by your parents. "Of course. You could teach him our ways as well. See if he is as good a student as he is a teacher." Tonowari was aware that he was teasing you, but if both of his daughters suddenly started being interested in boys, he needed to have at least a little fun. He was aware that it would happen at some point. While he was worried, like every father would be, he was happy that both you and your sister seemed interested in such brave young men. There was no doubt they were Toruk Makto's sons. Though he would prefer that they stay out of trouble a bit more. Ronal wasn't blind either, she saw her daughters' interest in the Omatikaya boys. She was wary of their demon blood, but Toruk Makto is their father and they are adapting well, so she could accept that. As long as her girls were happy, she would accept their decisions. On the other hand, Ao'nung was everything but happy. He wanted to tease both you and Tsireya for blushing so easily when around the Sully boys, but he simply couldn't understand how you could be interested in these weirdos. It was bad enough that Tsireya kept going on and on about how well they are all adapting to their new lives, always mentioning Lo'ak specifically. But now you were also praising these skxawngs endlessly. Tsireya smiled at you, having also witnessed the hug you and Neteyam shared. It pleased her greatly how calm you were that evening, since it was not unusual for you to banter with Ao'nung during dinner. Both of your siblings talked about their days. Ao'nung was visibly happier now that he could spend time with his friends again. Tonowari mentioned that Toruk Makto was progressing similarly to his children and that he was looking forward to your lesson tomorrow. At that point, you froze. You had totally forgotten that you were supposed to learn how to ride a tsurak tomorrow. Since your swimming got better again, your father expected that of you. You were not looking forward to it. While they were useful for skilled warriors, taming one required a long journey, and more often than not, a lot of bruises along the way.
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abiiors · 1 year
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Stay // M.H.
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Matty Healy x reader
Summary: You run into each other again after one year of separation
Warnings: angst, break-ups, it’s just sad. (Also I literally just wrote this so I'm sorry if there are any typos)
Word Count: 800
A/N: Just something I wrote while listening to Robbers on repeat. Sorry about the Fleabag reference but I just had to. 
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‘...he's begging, babe stay, stay / Stay, stay, stay’
It’s his voice that you hear through the speakers. It’s always his voice, inescapable wherever you’ve tried to go this past year. 
It’s the girl next to you on the bus who keeps blaring his songs through her shitty headphones. You desperately want to get up and move but there’s no other empty seat you can spot. 
So you just turn up your volume as high as possible. 
He begged you to stay, didn’t he… it’s a very unhelpful part of your brain that’s trying to guilt-trip you. 
But you had to experience life outside of his gravitational pull, outside his limelight. 
You press your forehead to the cool glass window, trying to drown out the remnants of his voice. The bus jostles a bit, making you open your eyes once again. And there it is -
“The 1975 - At Their Very Best”
It’s his face on the poster. It’s always his face, inescapable wherever you’ve tried to go this past year.
You try to focus on the faces of the three other boys. There was an almost friendship there—something budding that you could have nurtured. 
The light turns green, the bus moves again. You refuse to stare at the billboard anymore. 
***
‘The bar feels more crowded than usual,’ your coworker remarks 
It’s New York, the bar is always going to be crowded. 
‘Yea, I heard there’s some famous band that’s just come in,’ the other chimes in. 
It’s New York, there’s always some famous band in your vicinity. 
The conversation is quickly getting claustrophobic. You should have never agreed to drinks but your day has been so shit already, you thought nothing else could ruin it. 
‘I’m going to use the loo,’ you beeline before they’ve had the chance to register it.
The bathroom is mercifully quiet—quieter than the outside at least. But you can’t say sequestered here forever. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to go out again. 
You fix your lipstick (it’s not smudged), wash your hands (you’d already washed them before), anything to stall time. 
Then you walk out with a purpose.
And run into someone.
Both of you let out a small oomph at the impact and step back to assess the damage. 
It takes you a second longer to look up but your entire body goes numb when you do. Matty looks like he’s going through a similar reaction. 
‘Hey,’ you say softly, tentatively. There’s no reason you can’t be amicable with each other. 
‘Hey,’ he mirrors your tone. 
This could be so easy you think. You could just tell you miss him. You could tell him you still love him. 
‘Uh, I didn’t,’ he clears his throat, ‘sorry, we just came in.’
You nod at him dumbly. There are so many things you want to say. The words should practically be fighting to get out right now. But your whole body seems to have shut down.
‘Come get some drinks with us, catch up,’ he offers. 
And even if it sounds so formal and awkward, you want to say yes. The conversation needn’t start with grand gestures, you have time. You both have time. 
Then you hear the camera click.
It dawns on him then, the source of your hesitation and he scrambles to come up with some solution. 
‘It’s not just me, they’re all here,’ he points behind you. You turn around; Adam has his arm slung around Carly’s shoulder. George and Ross look like they’re in the middle of telling the funniest story ever.
‘Unless you would rather not be pictured with me…’ he hesitates. 
‘I’d rather not be pictured at all,’ you laugh, although it lacks any ounce of mirth. 
The hope in his eyes shutters. And suddenly you’re back in London, telling him that you’re tired of this life, tired of moving around constantly. 
Music was his dream, it has always been his dream. He’s trying to beg you to stay, he’s trying to tell you that things will get better but you know they won't. 
‘I will lose my mind like this,’ you tell him. Your voice breaks. His heart breaks.
One year later, you know it’s still the same. You still want a life free of the spotlight and he seems to have gotten bigger than ever. 
‘I can’t…’ there’s a lump in your throat now and speaking around it is getting difficult. 
‘Stay,’ he tries again, ‘please. Just for one drink.’
You shake your head. You can’t let him see the tears forming in your eyes. He’ll never let you go if he sees that. 
His fingers catch around your wrist and a jolt goes down at the contact. 
It shouldn’t be like this. Your body shouldn’t be so ready for his touch.
He doesn’t want to let go, he’s never wanted to let go. Even now as he desperately looks at you with open want. Even now as he clutches your wrist like it’s his only lifeline.
‘I miss you,’ he whispers. 
You remember that one scene from that one TV show you watched a long time ago. 
It’ll pass, you want to say. That’s the kindest thing you could say to him. 
‘I’m sorry,’ you say instead. 
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seancekitsch · 1 year
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HI IF I MAY if you still wanna write Cahir, then maybe number 9 “Holding your jacket over your lover's head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear” WITH a teensy little addendum; instead of formal wear, just…. Your absolute filthiest mudcaked travel gear. Because cute. IF YOU WANT. And also pretty please. I hope you get lots of interesting requests though
hiiiiiie i loved this idea
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“What are you doing?!” you shout, if only to be heard over the roaring sound of the rain. The storm had picked up quite rapidly about a quarter mile from the next town, and the entire hansa started scrambling. You heard a shout about protecting a lute and keeping swords from rusting before you all started awkwardly running to avoid slipping and falling into the mud, something you barely avoided. Cahir had come up from behind, you at the front of the group before you got over confident and stumbled into the mud. Now your boots and pants were soaked and you hoped to be by the fire of an inn as soon as possible.
Cahir comes up behind you, his own cloak shucked off his body and now the young man attempts to shield you from the rain with it. What’s the point? You’re already soaked to the bone, and he’s about to be as well.
“Ladies shouldn’t have to suffer the elements!” He half-yells back. You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not. It’s been a while since you’ve been seen as a Lady or anything dignified. You huff and continue to walk on with him, silently cursing the fact that his chivalry will probably result in both of you being sick and miserable. The lights of the inn you’ve acquired for the night flicker in the distance, and the end is in sight.
You look up at him as if he’s gone mad which is adorable in its own right, but then Cahir notices something in your expression soften beautifully. He takes in your appearance, even in the dusky light. Beauty in all of your features.
And then his foot slips out from under him.
You shriek as his cloak comes down over your face and Cahir drags you down with him. Both of you slipping and sliding into the mud, but Cahir immediately grabs for you to try to keep you up, even if he falls.
“Careful!” you shout, trying to untangle yourself from his cloak. He quickly reorients himself, but not without first taking a knee straight into the mud similarly to how you did when the rain picked up.
“Wrap that around you!” he calls back, his soft voice traveling over the patter of rain, “I couldn’t forgive myself if you got sick.”
Your stomach flutters at hearing those words. It’s not secret to the hansa the effect the man from Vicovaro has on you. You smile, working the wet and slippery buttons of the clasp together to keep it on you. Cahir lifts his hand to pull the hood farther down to protect your head, the warm weight of his hand just beckoning you to lean into his touch.
“Thank you,” you say, a little quieter, hoping the others farther behind can’t hear the softness in your tone. Any vulnerability will be teased over dinner.
The inn on the outskirts of town now only several paces away, you can even hear the roar of patrons in the rain. Soon you can run a hot bath and get warm dry clothes on your body and relax. You don’t even let yourself think of Cahir bathing and doing the same, but maybe you should. Maybe the heat on your cheeks would stop the clattering of your teeth in the cold rain.
Once the mud turns to cobblestones it’s much easier to run to the overhanging roof of the structure, Cahir quickly swinging open the door and ushering you inside.
He pulls down your hood gently, and smooths away any hair stuck down to your face from the rain.
“Let me go to your rooms,” he requests.
“Oh, so forward of you. And here I thought you were a man of honor,” you tease back. He laughs, quietly.
“I mean so I can start heating your bath and your fireplace for you.”
“Oh, there’s no need. Your cloak was already enough,” you protest, your hand moving to grasp at the arm of his tunic like you could hold him back. Once Cahir puts his mind to something, it is done.
“I insist.”
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hotsforharlow · 2 years
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assistant y/n being in love with jack but doesn’t want to lose her job or make anything weird or unprofessional. The only person that knows how she feels is neelam. Jack has an instinct and feels the same so starts subtly flirting with her until he can’t take it and tells her how he feels and asks if she feels the same cos he thinks he does :)
AN: Hi, I hope this is okay x
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“You know you don’t have to get his drinks.” Druski teased as you brought in the food order to the group that were working in the studio. “Hmm, but you want yours?” You teased, enjoying the banter as ever as you moved to the last remaining seat, that was obviously next to Jack. You sipped at your own drink to distract yourself as the conversation continued. You scrolled through your social media and leaned back into the chair to keep your mind from being filled with only the man next to you. “Have you got any holidays soon?” It took you a moment to realise Jack was talking to you. “Hmm, a week I think next month.” You whispered and moved to turn your body fully towards him. 
“You?” You asked, as if you didn’t know and he quickly caught on and winked at you. “I hope you’d know, Y/N. You are booking them.” He chuckled teasingly. “Right..you are right.” You giggled and ducked your head for a moment. His arm moved across the back of your chair as he leaned closer to carry on talking to you.“Anyone new for you?” Jack gently prodded at you as he focused solely on you and forgot about the rest of the room, which was always so easy when you were here. “Oh no, I’m too busy for that.” You lied prettily; you just wanted something you couldn’t have. “Ahh, that’s unfortunate.” He softly replied and your face turned to a picture of confusion.
You were about to carry on the conversation when Urban called him over. You took that distraction to slowly move away and exit. 
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“You know, you should tell him soon.” Neelam spoke as you both walked through the corridors the next day. You shook your head; blushing and hoping nobody was near to overhear the conversation. “No, it would make things awkward.” You began to babble and move through the papers in your hand to try and move the conversation on.“You have to do something Y/N.” Neelam left you with those words as she moved into her office and you leaned against the wall to try and fight through your own thoughts. “Fuck.” You softly muttered to yourself and tried to gain back control of your emotional state that was going to ruin everything. Of course you had to fall for the boss, idiot. 
“Are you okay?” Jack’s voice came from behind you. The concern in his tone was sweet and evident as he gently reached for your shoulder. “Yeah, just a headache.” You lied perfectly and tried to give him a soft smile. “How about a break, some dinner? Getting you back to your pretty little self.” Jack hummed as he softly stroked your back. You couldn’t help but grow addicted to the feel of him. 
You blushed at his words and moved to shake your head but his arm was already wrapping softly around your shoulder and keeping you close. “Don’t you have work to do?” You asked Jack whilst staying in his embrace without much thought. “Not when you need me.” He winked and you knew your heart stopped for a moment then.“Hmm, I always need you.” You winked and nearly blushed at the idea of flirting back but the words just fell from you. “That’s good.” Jack flirted right back and moved you through the quieter parts of the studio to retrieve some food. His hand moved down your arm and clasped your hand. The act wasn’t anything big but you could heart your heart pounding.
“Thank you.” You softly muttered when he passed you a bottle of water and your favourite snack. It had you blushing that he even knew that. He shot you that sweet smile as he sat down with his legs spread and you quietly moved to sit next to him. You locked eyes with him once more before finding the courage to lean in and capture those lips that you had been dreaming about.A moment passed before you realised what you were doing. “Oh..I’m sorry.” You began to babble now; your cheeks aflamed. His hand on you tightened and those blues of his starred into your own eyes. Your mind was loud as you scolded yourself for being such an idiot and ruining everything. “It’s okay…” Jack finally said; his lips swollen as his hand continued to hold you.
“Jack…” You softly whispered and ducked your head but he didn’t allow that for long as he cupped your face. “Do you like me?” Jack found himself asking as his thumb moved across your bottom lip and you couldn’t speak. His hand moved further down your sides and you shivered before nodding. “Words, baby.” Jack hummed and had you blushing at such a name. “Yes..I like you. A lot.” You babbled whilst clutching at his top now as you tried to distract yourself from this situation. “I like you too.” Jack finally admitted. Your eyes widened at his admission. “You do?” You couldn’t help but ask. “But why me?” Your insecure babbling came up. “Shh, don’t say that. You are lovely, and beautiful. And funny.” Jack began to list.
You ducked your head and softly shook it as you tried to know if this was real or not. Surely, you were dreaming. “Hey, look at me.” Jack hummed and brushed your noses together when you finally did look up. He leaned in and so softly captured your sweet tasting lips. A soft gasp escaped you as your fingers moved into his curls and brought him closer. His hand cupped your face and stroked your cheek as he deepened the kiss; your tongues moving and dancing together. You softly pulled away with a pant as you tried to control yourself but it seems Jack was more needy than you. “I’ve waited for this for too long.” He whispered against your lips before taking them again.
You blushed at his words before leaning in for another kiss. “Oh..sorry…” You heard a voice from behind you and you softly gasped and looked at Jack who was already looking behind you. You turned around and saw Urban’s smirk before he shut the door behind him. Jack laughed and brought you impossibly closer.
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fandoms-in-law · 6 months
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Stories Chapter 9 - final chaper
chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8
Summary: The redecorating is done, and all that's left is getting used to it. So Steve arranges a movie night for everyone
Authors comment: I had so much fun writing this and cannot thank everyone enough for all the support you've given me.
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 According to Eddie all the kids were thinking about now was how Steve had decorated other bits of the house and if he'd let them see it all at some point. That, at least, was the reason Steve gave for arranging a family movie night with everyone invited, from all the members of Hellfire, to Joyce, Hopper and Murray and even Argyle if he managed to get back to Hawkins for it. 
It wasn't a lie, just not the full reason because the bigger motivation was that Steve had finally got the carpet changed, and the furniture switched out with the old things put in storage. He was hoping not to store all of it for long, and was going to offer to the adults and young adults of the group that they should have a look through and decide if any of them want some of it. As long as the kids didn't steam-roll the evening he'd make the suggestion while everyone is together.
"There's no mural?" Dustin asked, staring around the living room as if one would appear on the walls. "I was sure that you'd have asked for one in here since you got one in the dining room along with that painting." 
Steve huffed a laugh, "Good observation Dustin. Thanks for a quieter reaction though. Did any of you actually think of films you want to watch or was everyone focused on how I've changed the living room?"
"We can watch films whenever. You'll surprise us with redecorating only this once. Of course that's what we want to judge." Mike stated as if expecting anything else was stupid. "But at least you kept the TV. That would have been a waste to get rid of."
Max scoffed form where she'd pulled El and Lucas down onto one of the massive cushions slightly shaped to be sofa like. "And you're not even judging it right. Like the mix up of these cushions and proper sofas is so weird. Couldn't just pick one type, could you?"
"So you want us to throw these out, right?" Steve countered, not even needing to glance at Robin for them both to grab an end of the cushion the trip were on and start pulling it towards the door.
He got squeals of laughter before Lucas and El were taking Max's words back for her. "Guess I'll have to keep it then."
...
Steve smirked when he saw Hopper quietly stepping away from the noise of his living room when they were between films and Robin was corralling the kids into actually making a decision on the next one.
"You finding parenting them all a bit hard." He asked, following and a teasing tone in his voice.
"Not sure how you manage it, even with all the energy of youth to help you." Hop grumbled, grabbing one of the beers he'd brought over.
Steve shrugged, "It's a gift."
"By the way, you had any luck getting hold of Owens?" The chief asked, keeping an eye on the door in a clear desire to not be interrupted asking about it.
"I think the number is either disconnected or he's got a way to block our numbers cause I can't get through." He answered, disgruntled. "But I'm still ready to put it right using that page to claim the money off Mr Harrington if you and Joyce will let me."
"Just call him the asshole. People round town are already calling you 'that young Mr Harrington' sometimes like this is some Austin nonsense. And no, we're not letting you risk him trying to fight back if he's not realised what he signed. You just got your place safe and made it a home." Hopper insisted.
"Then at least go through the furniture I'm getting rid of and take some of it, even if it's just to sell on. I bet a fancy bed could do wonders for your back." Steve segued easily. He'd hoped he could do something like that just to make Hopper more likely to accept.
There was still a moment where he was stared at as if Hopper knew what he'd tried to do and was trying to decide if he should reject the offer just in principle. "I'm paying you something for anything I decide to take. Don't care if you don't think you need it or shouldn't ask for it, and God knows I'm not going to get close to however much the asshole paid for the stuff, but you're taking something." Hopper sighed after a moment. 
"I'm offering to just give it to you though." Steve protested, but stopped at the flat look he was given.
"And I'm saying you shouldn't just give this stuff away. At least tell me you're going to properly sell the rest of it."
He was nodding before the sentence was finished. "I've gone to the auction house in Indie to get them to resell it. Plus Robin is scheming to get Hawkins High kids informed of this to see if some of the furniture gets brought back."
It was clear Hopper was going to say something more but both men picked up some call saying they couldn't explore. "Guess there's still some curiosity among the brats for all they hated not getting lifts from you."
Robin and Eddie were laughing on each others shoulders when they re-entered the living room, near the other door to the room.
From the look of Dustin and Lucas it was clear they were the ones to stop the laughing pair, which honestly made Steve start laughing too.
"It wouldn't be exploring when they were my main help in getting everything done,but how about I give everyone a tour, settle your curiosity before we eat and the next film is put on?" Steve decided. 
"Two rules: Judgement is okay, telling Steve what he should have done when it's really just your preference is not. Go through the shelves or cupboards and be sent back here. If that's not enough to stop snooping we can take tips from 'Charlie and the Chocolate factory'. Consequences are exaggerated and plausibly deadly." Robin cut in, grinning at the noises of complaints nobody actually voiced.
"No deadly or plausibly so consequences, including no throwing my kids in the pool." Steve countered, snapping his fingers back at her before leading the way upstairs. "I will let you see my room. Will's mural deserves to be shown off, but no brats are allowed in without supervision."
"Come on Steve. It fits with how they're acting." Robin goaded, still laughing as they all followed behind him. 
“Hang on a second. That's freaking metal!” Gareth stated, one of the last of the group to enter Steve's room and now frozen staring at the mural Will had painted covering the wall behind the door. “How do you dress all prep and pretentious, when you want something so – so metal on your walls? I thought Eddie convinced you to do it for the dining room, but here? What?”
The other elder Hellfire guys had pushed forwards while Gareth spoke to see and were nodding along with his words. The kids instead just stared at them for a moment, before Dustin scoffed. “I told you, Steve is metal. He's like awesome. Why does no-one believe me when I'm always right?”
“Ego check.” The groan came from Steve, leaning in the door frame before he shrugged at the other teens. “And this is what I'm used to wearing. That's what I keep ending up doing and we all protect each other. It's just life, with a twist Will gave it to make it look cooler.”
Eddie snickered, nodding at his friends, “And I am trying to convince him to have a makeover, try out a better style. It's slow work though.”
“One group of big changes at a time, Eds. Let's get used to the house being redecorated before redecorating me.” Steve countered, nudging him.
Gareth was still looking from Steve to the mural, before finally deciding, ���You had better include trying out DnD at some point. If even half of what the shitheads say, and that mural shows, is in you then you'd be a great player.”
“Don't encourage them trying to make me join.” Steve groaned over a chorus of agreement from the kids to the words.
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Since they'd actually changed the furniture of Steve's room, he'd spent a month sleeping in the guest bedroom. He liked it in his room during the day but adjusting to having all his things around him openly felt terrifying, even more so after he decided the shelves were a good place for his notebooks of stories.
The thought remained in his head that his parents would see and destroy everything was too ingrained in Steve to simply be shaken off. If he wasn't staring at it while trying to sleep it was easier to believe he was as safe from his parents as everyone was finally beginning to believe they were safe from the Upside down and government torture.
Robin and Eddie still haven't been allowed to look in the notebooks since the kids found them. They hadn't asked, nor really pished him to share his storytelling. The most that had been done was Eddie asking him for ideas on where he could take campaigns next and that Steve was happy to offer suggestions for. He'd never gotten in trouble for helping someone else share a story so it was safe to do.
Eddie begged for a sleepover after everyone had headed home from the movie night. He dragged Steve into his room as soon as he agreed, insisting they go to sleep cuddling on the bed, atop the covers since Steve didn't let go long enough after being pulled in for them to be pulled over after getting permission to cuddle.
It's that night that he finally starts to relax. He had spent the evening here with his family and their friends all around him, and even people he was still getting to know felt safe enough to comment and invite him into things, most people wouldn't imagine he'd enjoy.
With Eddie there now, his room must seem alive and welcoming to his friends, that meant it could be his now. He had his own space that he could decide when to share it and other people actually wanted to help him.
That meant some of his stories happy endings were real and as much as he denied it, wanting to believe in happily ever after but struggling to was the precise reason why he never shared them or tried to join in with others.
This felt a lot like a happy ever until the next change and Steve was happy with that. His friends would be with him through whatever came next regardless.
"Can you read me a story?" He asks, not trying to escape Eddie's arms until he pulled back to look for a book.
Eddie wouldn't find any, but that was fine cause Steve was already reaching for the notebook he wanted.
"Sure Stevie, anything particu-" It was clear when Eddie recognised what he was doing. "Are you sure?"
"We've got a happy ending so I want to hear about my friends getting one too." He shrugged, silently asking that there isn't a big deal made out of this.
Nothing is as the notebook is taken from his hand, Eddie flipping through the pages to a bookmark he'd watched Steve replace while moving his things onto the shelves. 
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dumpsterdivingdiva · 7 months
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Stelle knew it was late. Even though it was difficult to tell time in the depths of space, the Astral Express crew did its best to adhere to some kind of day/night schedule. When she had first boarded the train she had simply accepted the pattern as she always had. But that didn’t explain why she was so restless tonight.  
Perhaps it was simply the lingering effects of the fight with Cocolia. Everything had turned out fine in the end after all, but it still had come at a cost. She glanced over at the lance that leaned up against the bare wall of her room beside the bat she had used before. It had taken a lance to the chest and burns to her hands to obtain it and like Nanook she had attracted Qlipoth’s attention. She wasn’t sure if it was the Aeon’s power that had brought her back from certain death or if it was the Stellaron that burned next to her heart. Perhaps it was neither of those things and her ability to survive fatal blows was unique to whatever she actually was. More than the humans she had encountered so far but unknown beyond that.  
Stelle touched where the icy spear had gone right through her. She still felt a chill that no amount of heat had been able to dispel. She still remembered the pain as it struck and the tantalizing darkness that loomed ahead of her as she fell.  
This was getting her nowhere. She hardly was going to be able to sleep dwelling on this. Sliding out of bed she picked up the pillow that had been thrown to the floor and grabbed the blanket off her bed. The urge to leave this empty dark room overpowered what few manners she had managed to pick up. The mechanical door hissed open when she touched it, leading her out into the darkened hall.  
She paused in front of March’s door. She loved the other girl, trusted her with everything she had, but somehow March’s exuberance was going to be too much. She needed something quieter. The door just past was locked, but no surprise there. While the archives were a public space, Dan Heng had also taken it as his room and who wanted to be disturbed when you were trying to sleep? 
Drawing a deep breath she tapped on the door, hoping that the man behind it wasn’t asleep just yet. He could be sweet to his friends but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be annoyed by them either. She had seen evidence of that personally. Usually either at March for being...well March and at Stelle for usually wandering off to inspect every trashcan she saw.  
“What.”  
Well, at least he was awake enough to hear her knock. The slightly irritated tone didn’t bode well for her though. “Dan Heng, can I come in?” 
There was a long silence on the other side as she waited for his answer. They both knew she was stubborn and tenacious enough to wait for that answer so ignoring her wasn’t an option. Finally, the door opened revealing her friend. It was clear to her eyes that he had, at least, slept a little given the tousled hair and the fact that he wasn’t wearing the usual armor and jacket he usually was seen in. “What is it, Stelle?” He sighed.  
“Can I sleep in here tonight?” Perhaps some would be afraid to pose that question, but Stelle didn’t. He was her friend. The worst he could do was tell her no. 
Dan Heng’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at her, seemingly trying to read what lay behind the usual passive expression she usually wore. She met his eyes unwavering under that intense gaze. “Why? You have your own room. You should be sleeping anyway. The Nameless don’t get very many breaks.”  
“I’ve tried.” Stelle answered, making sure to keep her voice quiet. She hardly wanted to wake the others. “I’m sorry. I just...don’t want to be alone right now. Please.” At least she was hardly the type to chatter at him and he knew it.  
Another long silence before he stepped back to give her access to the room, giving into her plea.   It was dark inside beyond the faint blue gleam of the floor tiles on the far side. "Just leave the archives alone for tonight.”  
“I will.” She hadn’t been planning on reading. She just wanted to know that she wasn’t alone in the dark. As Dan Heng retreated to his own bed, Stelle set up on the floor with the railing and equipment between them. It was harder, of course, than her own bed, but the comfort of hearing the breath of another was worth far more to her. As soon as she settled in, she shut her eyes, already feeling more relaxed.  
After several moments of drifting, she became aware of the fact that Dan Heng hadn’t settled back in. At least all the way. She glanced over sleepily to find him sitting up in his bed and looking at her. “Hmm?”  
“Aren’t you uncomfortable lying on the floor?” He asked pointedly. 
Stelle yawned. “You sleep on the floor all the time.” 
“That’s different.”  
“Uh-huh.” Stelle yawned again. “I’m fine, Dan Heng. Really.”  
She could feel him continue to watch her before shaking his head. “You are one of the strangest people I know.” He grumbled finally and then sighed. “Stelle, come over here.”  
Stelle sat up blinking in confusion. Not that she could see him all that well in the dark but there was enough of a darker silhouette that she could just make out. “What?”  
“Come over here.” He repeated patiently. “If you insist on sleeping in here with me you might as well be comfortable. I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.”  
She blinked again but slowly got to her feet to obediently walk around to where he sat. Looking closer she could see that he had a mattress of some sort under the blankets. She hadn’t really looked before.  
“Well?” Dan Heng continued to wait, still watching her. She could almost imagine the patiently blank expression on his face.  
With a shrug, Stelle stepped onto the bed to lie down next to him. Snuggling the pillow, she had brought like a stuffed animal, she couldn’t help the whisper. “...thank you.” She felt him shift to lie down again, his back to her. If he was uncomfortable to have her there, she couldn’t tell. But he had invited her over and she didn’t think he had ever spoken without thinking about what he was going to say. Unlike her, who tended to speak what was on her mind whenever she spoke at all. 
“Go to sleep, Stelle.” He ordered shortly. “We can talk in the morning about why you need to be here.”  
“...good night.”  
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