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roseghoul26 · 2 months

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Part 1

Javier Escuella x femVirgin!Reader

Synopsis: You and Javier are to attend a party in Saint Denis, hoping to rob the owner of the establishment. Your role is to distract the man while Javier sneaks up to his room, stealing bonds rumored to be worth a good bit. The only problem is, the two of you are pretending to be husband and wife, which would be fine if you weren’t completely in love with the man. Will you be able to muster up the courage to finally confess to him, or will your personal anxieties hold you back from getting what you want?

Tags: fluff, smut, friends to lovers, fem!Reader, reader is described to have longer hair but that’s about it, reader is afraid of intimacy, but like still wants it, unwanted touch (not from javier), unwanted sexual advances (not from javier), non consensual touching (not from javier), basically any noncon stuff is not done by javier, degrading language towards women, first kiss, love confessions, virgin reader, not beta read, angst, unsafe sex

Author’s Note: i know english and german, not spanish. sorry. also i totally wasn’t projecting while writing this ahaha :D

also this was supposed to not have multiple parts but i broke it down into two just for reader digestibility

part 1 ❉ part 2

You were certain that Miss Grimshaw was trying to kill you.

If she pulled any harder at the corset currently strangling you, you’re sure your lungs would collapse. A startled cry left your lips when she tugged again, causing you to nearly topple into her. Miss Grimshaw rescinded with a disapproving nose, roughly adjusting you back upright.

The two of you were in someone's tent, Miss Grimshaw practically pulling you in a few minutes ago with a garment in her hands. You had been on guard duty, and you had seen Charles give you an almost apologetic look as she took over for you.

“You’re actin’ like this is your first time wearin’ a corset,” She reprimanded, pulling yet again at the strings.

You were no stranger to corsets, that was true, but you’ve never had to wear one this tight. Usually they were tight enough to accentuate your figure, but it still was breathable enough that you could move with ease, which was necessary in this lifestyle. This time it was pressed so snug against your body that you feared a sudden movement would pop a rib.

“Not like this!” You snapped, your discomfort causing your fuse to become short.

“Don’t take it out on me, girl. You can thank Dutch for this.”

You scoffed. “Of course. How does he expect me to move like this?”

“That’s the point. You’re not supposed to.” She emphasized her point with another tug, restricting your airflow even further.

“What?”

“He wants you to be the distraction, and the only way you’re doin’ that is if we get this corset on.”

You rolled your eyes. “You know that ain’t true. You know damn well I can distract someone without having to kill my lungs.”

“Not this time. You’re goin’ to a party, accompanying one of the men as their newlywed wife. Your story is that you used to be a working girl, but you’ve now settled down with your rich ‘husband’. You’re gonna distract the man of the house with your assets, and by implying that your new husband ain’t takin’ good care of you, if you know what I mean. Rumor has it that he’s a frequent customer of the local brothels, so it’ll be easy to get his attention.” Miss Grimshaw chuckled lightly. “While he’s taken in by you, your ‘husband’ is gonna sneak up to his rooms, looking for bonds or somethin’. You’re gonna have to ask Dutch or someone for the details. He just told me to make you look… irresistible, which is what I’m tryin’ to do, but you keep complainin’!”

“Sorry…” you grumbled. You weren’t too fond of the plan that was just presented to you. As a master conwoman, you were no stranger to using your body as a tool, using your assets to get what you wanted. But if this corset was telling you anything, it was that you were going to be quite out on display, your breasts barely contained in the garment. You knew you would probably be safe with whoever your “husband” was, but you didn’t trust the other men at the party. You were already mentally preparing yourself for the words you were going to be hearing tonight, and for the possible gropes and touches of disgusting men.

And because you had such little movement, you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself as well as you could. The thought of being so defenseless had you shuddering, which didn’t go unnoticed by Miss Grimshaw. “You’re gonna be alright. Besides, Arthur’ll be taggin’ along with the two of you as extra muscle. Lord knows he’d never let anythin’ happen to you.”

“Arthur ain’t my ‘husband’?” You were expecting the cowboy to be your other half for the night, as the two of you had played that role several times as Mr. and Mrs. Callahan. The two of you worked well together, a natural comradery making it a very convincing act. So much so that some of the gang members had even questioned yours and Arthur’s friendship, but the two of you quickly shut those thoughts down. The two of you were practically siblings, and besides, you had your eyes on someone else in camp.

“Not tonight. He said he’ll probably be recognized and wouldn’t be able to be someone else, so he asked for someone else to play the role tonight.”

“Please don’t be Micah,” you groaned.

“Dutch ain’t a fool. He knows the two of you would never be a convincing couple.” You could tell she was imagining you and Micah pretending to be sweet on each other, and she laughed boisterously. “The two of you’d kill each other before you even got to the party! That would be a sight to see, though.”

“So who’s gonna be playing my ‘husband’, then?”

Because your back was turned, you missed the mischievous look that flicked across her face. “That will be Mr. Escuella.”

“Javier?!” The remaining air in your lungs came out in a wheeze, and you started coughing. Trying to suck in as much air back in proved to be a difficult task, and you found yourself growing lightheaded for more reasons than one.

“That’s who I said, right? I recommended him myself; I know it won’t be hard for you to pretend that you’re married.”

“What do you-”

“I’ve seen the way you look at him, girl. I know you’re sweet on him.”

“Sure, say it louder so the whole goddamn camp knows!” You huffed, and you prayed that it wasn’t evident that you were blushing. Were you really that obvious?

“I apologize,” she laughed, not sounding sorry at all. “I think the ‘whole goddamn camp’ already knows, girl. Everyone but Javier, that is.” You felt her tug one final time, before tying the strings into a tight knot. Sucking in a deep breath, you tried to calm your racing heart. You were never nervous like this before jobs, but with the new knowledge of who your “husband” was, along with some more personal worries, it was hard to stay calm. Of course you got paired up with the man you’d had your eye on since the moment you joined the gang.

But it wasn’t just being paired up as Javier’s wife that worried you. You had people you could confide in for that, with or without damage to your pride. No, your other anxiety was something that you wouldn’t admit to another soul. The whole backstory that you were going to have, being a working girl, was something that was going to be hard to fabricate because you didn’t have a lot of knowledge in that area. You knew what you had to say and what to do; you were inexperienced, not innocent. You were just concerned that you weren’t going to be able to pull a convincing act, putting you and Javier into danger.

And you were partially afraid that you would have to do some things that you’d never done before, but instead of it being with someone you trusted, it would be with random gross men at a random gross party. You’d never touched someone in an intimate manner before, and the thought of doing it tonight worried you deeply. You knew that Dutch wouldn’t make you use your body in that way, but things happen, and you were always determined to get what you wanted.

You just hoped that it wouldn’t go that far.

You felt Miss Grimshaw pause a moment, smoothing down the back of your dress with her hands. “You know, he’s sweet on you too.”

Temporarily forgetting your personal worries, you stiffened under her touch. “Alright, now you’re just tryin’ to make me feel better. And you’re startin’ to sound like Mary-Beth.”

“I’m serious! You don’t see the way he stares after you, or hear the way he’s constantly askin’ me about you. Trust me when I say he’s sweet on you too.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded.

She muttered something under her breath before she was turning you around, forcing you to face her. “I’m just sayin’, tonight would be a good night to test the waters.”

How were you supposed to tell her that you were scared to get close to him?

“Now you’re really startin’ to sound like Mary-Beth.” You felt her fiddle with the neckline of your dress, pulling it down even lower. You let out an indignant squawk, slapping her hands away. “Any further down and I’m gonna get arrested!”

Holding her hands up, she scoffed and rolled her eyes, but there was no real bite behind it. “Now, you sit right here and put these on,” she gestured to the stool behind you, and handed you a delicate pair of deep red heels. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Complying, you tried your best to sit down, but found it quite hard to do so. The corset dug even further into your skin, so you ended up having to do a weird crouch on the stool. It was uncomfortable, but it worked, and you were able to slip off your old boots to put on the new shoes. The leather was stiff, practically brand new, and you knew that your feet would be blistering by the end of the night.

True to her word, she was back momentarily, her arms full of products that she dumped on to the nearby bed. You realized now that you were Arthur’s tent, the canvas pulled down to give you space to change. You’d have to thank him later.

Miss Grimshaw got to work, dusting your cheeks with pink blush and painting your lips with a deep red rouge, which matched the color of your dress. A thin line of black kohl was applied to your upper eye, and you tried your best to not blink as she worked. When she was satisfied with your makeup, she got to work on your hair, pinning it up into a fashionable yet simple updo. Without having your hair to hide behind, your chest felt even more exposed.

The whole process took about thirty minutes, the evening sun beginning to set when you stood. Your mind was racing the entire time, and you were grateful that Miss Grimshaw didn’t try to distract you with small talk. You needed time to prepare yourself, and she gave it to you.

She presented you with a small handheld mirror, and you were finally able to see yourself since the ordeal first began. You had to admit that Miss Grimshaw did a fantastic job at getting you dolled up, a newfound confidence calming your racing heart. The blush was placed in just the right way to emphasize your face shape, and the rouge made your lips look full and plush. Even the updo worked well with your features, drawing attention instead of hiding them.

Taking a step back until you were able to see more of your body in the mirror, and you had to stifle a gasp. Everything about you screamed lust, from the way the corset hugged your hips, to the way it pushed up your breasts, causing them to nearly spill over. The deep red of the dress, like you saw, matched perfectly with your lips, the velvety material pleasant to the touch. Thin black lace lined the sweetheart neckline, the material surprisingly soft against your skin. The black lace pattern continued down the bodice, continuing in places down the skirt, which halted right at your ankles. There weren’t any sleeves on the dress, and you felt Miss Grimshaw place something into your hands: two elbow length gloves the same color of the dress.

Quickly sliding them on, you felt her clip some ruby earring to your ears. She stepped back, a pleased smile on her face that mirrored your own. “I told Javier that it would fit!” She exclaimed, and you gave her a confused look.

“He picked it out. Although, I don't believe he thought it would be this… revealing.”

“He… He bought this for me?” Your cheeks were as dark as the dress.

“He picked out every part of that dress, had it handcrafted just for you.”

You pushed down the emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. All of this had to cost so much! Instead of facing your heart, however, you put on an air of annoyance, placing your hands on your hips. “So he knew ‘bout this job, but I didn’t?”

She didn’t respond, but the smirk on her lips told you everything you needed to know. “You found out in time, didn’t you? Now,” he clapped her hands together, and grabbed the final item off the bed. It was a small black clutch, and you watched her place the rouge in there before handing it to you. Inside, alongside the rouge you saw a small tooth comb, one you recognized to be a knife in disguise, along with a small handkerchief.

You gratefully took it, tucking it under your arm. You went to try and leave the tent, but you felt her stop you with a hand on your wrist. Before you could register what she was doing, she had sprayed a few spurts of perfume on you, the floral scent ticking your nose, nearly causing you to sneeze. She let go of you then, practically shoving you out of Arthur’s tent, your new shoes catching on the mud.

Blinking away the setting sunlight that blinded you, you were startled when a loud wolf-whistle cut through the camp, causing you to nearly drop your clutch. Sean stood a few feet away, unabashedly staring at you as you walked out of the tent. “Nice fuckin’ tits, lass!” He said it so loud, and if people hadn’t turned their heads at the whistle, they sure were looking now.

You flipped him off, a scowl crossing your features as you marched away. He didn’t get the hint, and you knew that he was trailing after you. “Hey, don’t be like that now!” He was very clearly drunk, stumbling over his steps, nearly falling face first a few times.

Standing at the center of camp, you crossed your arms, trying your best to cover your chest. “Fuck off, Sean.” You glanced around, and you found a few pairs of eyes on you. Some of the looks were kind, like from Arthur and Hosea, who regarded you without any lecherous intent behind their eyes. You heard Hosea comment on how you cleaned up nice, and Arthur, who sat next to him, nodded in agreement. Smiling warmly at them in response, you felt a tad bit less exposed.

“Well that ain’t no talk for a lady. Where's your manners?”

Fighting the urge to shove him away from you, you smiled with malice. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you put on your best posh voice, resting your hand over your heart. “Please fuck off, Sean.” Not giving him time to respond, you stalked over to the other side of camp, where you saw Tilly, Karen, Mary-Beth, and Abigail gathered around one of the fires. Clemens Points had its advantages, the multiple fireplaces away from the men in the center of camp being one of them. You did a quick detour, stopping by your belongings and grabbing a silver ring, tucking it into the clutch, before heading over to the girls.

Wolf-whistles and cheers left the girls' lips, and you put on a little show as you made our way over. Instead of feeling degraded like you did with Sean, you felt confident. You halted in front of them, doing a little spin with an almost proud smile on your face.

“Goddamn, girl! Where’ve you been hidin’ all that?” Karen teased, and you waved her away. “You look incredible!”

“I feel incredible,” you beamed.

“Where did you get that dress? It looks so expensive!” Tilly commented, and you moved close enough so they could feel the material, letting out unanimous content noises when they felt how soft it was.

“Well…” you almost didn’t want to tell them, knowing their reactions were going to be extreme. They knew you had feelings for Javier, and this was just going to add fuel to their conspiracy that he felt the same. “Javier got it for me.”

Stunned silence was all there was, until they all erupted at the same time, questions and comments spilling from them so quickly that you couldn’t even hope to process them. Rolling your eyes, you pulled away from them, your skirts falling back around you.

”Javier bought it?” Mary-Beth was eating this whole situation up. “Does that mean… are you two…?”

“No. He was just being nice.”

The girls gave each other knowing looks, and you watched as Karen rolled her eyes, and Mary-Beth gave you a disbelieving look. “Now, I know you ain’t dumb, but you’re makin’ it really hard to say that,” Karen muttered, and you scoffed.

“I’m serious! He was just being nice, nothin’ else!”

“Sure,” Tilly laughed. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

You glanced over at Abigail, the one person who had yet to say anything yet. “Abi, please, tell them.”

She sighed, setting the embroidery that she was working on in her lap. “Well, it’s not a simple friendly gesture to buy someone a dress like that…”

You groaned. “You were supposed to be on my side.”

Abigail just shrugged, barely able to hide a laugh. “Did he just buy the dress, or…” she gestured to your earrings.

Whatever expression that was on your face was a sufficient enough answer for the girls, who in turn began to laugh. “So, not only did he buy you a beautiful dress, but he also bought you earrings? He’s in love.” Mary-Beth said in almost a sing-song manner.

“He is. Don’t you dare try to argue otherwise,” Karen threatened.

“I…” you trailed off, defeated. “Even if he is, nothin’ is gonna come from it! Don’t get those ideas in my head!”

“We are doing nothin’ of the sort. We’re just stating the facts.” Tilly’s eyes flicked to something behind you, and you watched her playfully smile. “But if you don’t believe us, why don’t you go ask him?” She pointed behind you, and you turned your head. Javier was indeed there, but luckily his back was turned to your group, in the middle of a conversation with Dutch and Hosea.

Even from the glimpse you got, you knew he was dressed up well, a black blazer fitting tightly to his form, accentuating his shoulders and tapering down nicely to his waist. His pants matched color wise, and were just as tight as the jacket, doing little to hide the thick swell of his thighs, and his ass-

Someone clearing their throat had you turning your head back around, finding a group of amused girls waiting for you. Karen produced a handkerchief, practically throwing it at you. “For your drool,” she smirked, and you felt your ears burn. You hadn’t meant to be that obvious with your ogling.

“Shuddup,” you threw the cloth back at her, and she laughed uproariously, the other girls joining in as well.

“Why don’t you tell him?” Abigail asked, a sincere curiosity in her question. “You’re obviously both taken with each other, and even if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t hurt to ask. Rather you get your heart broken and know then spend the rest of your life wonderin’.”

“I-I’m not quite sure. I’ve never had a relationship before, and I guess I’m just scared of them, I guess. I don’t wanna do somethin’ wrong. And besides, he’s a ladies man, suave, a charmer. And I’m just… me. I’m rather boring compared to him, and I don’t wanna make him feel, I dunno, trapped with me.” You weren’t quite sure how to explain to the girls that you feared he might find your lack of experience unappealing, how he would want someone that could keep up with him. Additionally, you felt ashamed to admit your fear of intimacy after hearing your entire life that it was something you should want. And you do want it, but you couldn’t. Not yet, anyway.

“Just do somethin’ before you can’t, alright?”

You watched again as Tilly looked behind you, nudging Mary-Beth who sat beside her, and the two of them shared a look. “What?”

“Oh, nothin’,” they smiled, yet they kept their eyes locked behind you.

“Please don’t tell me he’s comin’ over here.” Their responding giggles told you that, yes, Javier was indeed making his way toward your group.

“Do not say anythin’. Especially you,” you pointed at Karen, and she held up her hands in defense.

“Hey, I’m just sick of seein’ the two of you dance around each other.”

“We are not-” you pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyed. “Why does everything keep thinkin’ that?”

“Because we’re not blind. Now,” Karen did a spinning motion with her finger, “go greet your ‘husband’.”

Looking over your shoulder, you saw that he was only a few feet away, a warm smile gracing his features when you made eye contact. You reciprocated, trying your best to not look as nervous as you felt.

As you did a quick scan over his body, you felt your heart rate pick up. He looked good, which he always did, but even more so now. Wearing a simple white button up under the black jacket, you saw ruby cufflinks peek out, and you noticed some more details now that he was closer. The inside of the jacket was a deep red, similar to your dress, and was made of a very fine looking silk, and his usual red necktie was around his neck. A gold pocket watch hung from his vest, and you were shocked when you noticed that it looked exactly like the bodice of your own dress. Upon closer examination, you realized that it was indeed made out of the same fabric of your dress.

By this point he had reached your side, standing close enough next to you that could feel his heat, the scent of his cologne filling your senses. You were glad for the dimming light, as it made it harder to see the darkening of your cheeks. If this is what your reaction was to him simply standing next to you, then you had no idea how you were going to react when he was pretending you were his wife.

“Hello, Javier.” Was your voice shaking? You’re certain it was.

“Hello, ‘wife’,” he winked, laughing when you scoffed. Thankfully he didn’t seem to catch the way you blushed even deeper. “Good evening, ladies,” he nodded to the other girls by the campfire. They responded in unison, but you noticed that Javier didn’t pay them much mind, his eyes only on you. “You ready to go?”

When you nodded, he held a palm up for you, which you grasped gently in your gloved hand. And because of course he had to, you watched as he bowed slightly, kissing the back of your hand with soft reverence. He kept his eyes on yours the entire time, making the act feel more intimate than it was. He’s just playing the part, calm yourself. Forcing down the panic, you watched the edges of his eyes crinkle when you giggled lightly, a smile on his lips when he stood upright. You felt him keep his grip on your hand, tugging you away from the girls, who called on you to have a good night between giggles.

As Javier led you away, your hands interlocked, you felt him lean close to you. “Do you like the dress?”

You secured the clutch under your arm. “I love the dress! Thank you, Javier. For everything,”

He shrugged with an uncharacteristically bashful smile, but it was quickly replaced with his usual confident one as he leaned closer to you again. “You look beautiful, mi amor.”

You’d heard him use that last phrase with you before, its frequency increasing over the last couple of months. You had no idea what it meant, and every time you asked he would change the subject. Even when you asked the others around camp, they refused to tell you, a look on their faces that you couldn’t quite recognize.

“So do you. I mean, you always do…”

“Do I, now?” You could hear the smugness dripping from his voice.

“Oh, hush,” you shoved him with your shoulder, finding yourself barely able to move the man as you slowly walked, still getting used to your new shoes. You hadn’t meant to say that much.

“No, no, tell me more,” he laughed, and you shook your head, laughing as well.

“I ain’t inflatin’ your ego any more, Mr. Escuella. I’m sure someone else will do that for you.”

“Sure. But I want to hear it from you.”

“Nope.” You emphasized the p sound with a pop of your lips. “My lips are sealed.”

With his free hand, you watched as he placed it over his heart, feigning hurt. “You wound me. I thought you loved me.”

His comment had you panicking, but you hid it behind a laugh. Did he know? Did someone tell him? Oh God, please don’t let him know.

He continued, unaware of your current inner turmoil. “My ‘wife’, refusing to compliment me. It’s outrageous!”

Right. He was just playing into the role again. With an inaudible sigh of relief, you were able to calm your thoughts. “Well, if our backstory is to be believed, then there ain’t much to compliment you on.”

Javier barked out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s the story we’re running with, aren’t we. Rich husband and dissatisfied wife.” The mirth in his eyes dissolved into something more serious, something more… amorous. “It’ll be a hard role for me to play, because I could never leave you unsatisfied.”

“What do… oh.” You were at a loss for words, and the intensity of his gaze had you melting. It wasn’t the first time that Javier had flirted with you, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time he’d ever teased the idea of the two of you being intimate. It’s not that you were fully opposed to the idea, but it scared you. Actually, it terrified you. Throat suddenly dry, you cleared it, no doubt looking quite taken aback. “Well, I-”

“Oh, so he gets treated kindly, but I get told to ‘fuck off’’,” Seans loud complaining had you snapping your head to the side, the moment between the two of you shattered. You hadn’t even realized you were back in the main camp, too engrossed in your conversation with Javier.

Glaring at the red haired man, you flipped him off again, and you heard the man beside you chuckle. “And I’ll say it again. Fuck. Off.”

“Y’know what, lass, I’ve tried bein’ nice-” “Complimentin’ a woman’s tits ain’t nice, Sean.”

Anger flashed across his features, and he started making his way toward the two of you, still as drunk as he was moments ago. Stiffening your shoulders, you braced yourself for confrontation, balling your free hand into a fist. Sean’s attention was momentarily taken off you, his eyes going behind you. Whatever he saw must’ve frightened him, his normally pale face going even paler. “I- Well… have a good night then.” He quickly scurried away, leaving you very confused. Glancing back at Javier, you failed to notice him tucking his knife away, hidden under the layers of clothing.

“What was that all about?” You asked him, falling back into a casual stance. He shrugged, and you grinned. “Guess I’m just that scary, then.”

“Oh, yes. You’re terrifying,” he jested, sarcasm evident in his voice.

“Hey!” You slapped him on the shoulder, and he snickered. “I’m plenty scary. Have you seen me with a knife?”

“Honestly, I’m more scared of seeing what you’ll do to yourself than anyone else.”

You scoffed, but you were still smiling. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to teach me.” You definitely weren’t coming up with an excuse to be with him more, and you definitely weren’t coming up with an excuse to watch his dexterous fingers work their magic with a blade.

Javier had a soft look on his face. “I guess I will, then.”

The rest of your short walk to the edge of camp near the entrance was done in easy silence, and you were about to ask how exactly you were getting to the party, but it was answered when you saw a two-horse carriage pull into the camp, with a very discontent looking Bill atop it. He stopped a few feet from the two of you, annoyance evident in his body language.

“What kind of party are we goin’ to that we need a carriage? And how the hell did we get one?”

“An expensive one. And you’re asking a group of thieves how they got their hands on a carriage?”

“Fair point,” you laughed, laughing even harder when you saw how absolutely ridiculous Bill looked. He was dressed in a suit as well, but it was very clearly a size too small, the pants riding up far enough to expose what felt like half of his lower leg. A large top hat sat on his head, with a single, meager looking feather sticking out of it, bent in all the wrong directions. A scowl crossed his face when he saw you laughing, and you tried to hide it behind your hand.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” you gestured to his whole getup.

“Ain’t my fault the old driver was short. And don’t go laughin’ just yet, I’m the one gettin’ you to the damn party.”

“You’re right. My apologies,” you sighed. “How ‘bout this. To make it up to you, I’ll see if I can’t steal some whiskey. The expensive stuff.”

You saw that he pretty much immediately made up his mind, but he still took the time to think, just for the sake of it. “Fine. But I don’t wanna hear another laugh from you.”

You nodded as Javier brought you to the side of the carriage, opening the door for you. Helping you into the carriage with the hand that held yours, you quickly sat down, adjusting the skirt to rest comfortably around you. There wasn’t much you could do for the bodice, the frame of it digging into your skin, but you refrained from grimacing. You expected Javier to follow in after you, but he didn’t, simply stepping back and slowly closing the door.

“You ain’t gettin’ in?”

He shook his head. “Not just yet. I gotta go talk to Arthur before we set off.”

In all honesty, you had completely forgotten that your friend was accompanying the two of you. “Is he riding in here with us or…?” The carriage was big enough for two, and you’re sure you could squeeze a third person in if you tried hard enough.

He shook his head again. “He’ll be riding behind us on horseback. He’s security, after all.”

Nodding, you settled back into your seat, at least as best you could. “All right. Well,” you shooed him, “I won’t hold you up any longer.”

Smiling gently, he closed the door, lacking shut with a soft click. It was eerily silent within the carriage, and you were sure that you could scream, and no one outside the carriage would be able to hear you. All the sounds from outside, from the chirping of crickets to the water lapping at the shore were silenced, leaving only your labored breathing and your thudding heart.

Glancing out the window, you were able to see the receding figure of Javier, most of his form indistinguishable in the dimming light. Like every other time you interacted with Javier, you were going back over the conversation in your head, overanalyzing everything that you said and did, pinpointing moments where you should’ve said something different, or just kept your mouth shut all together.

But now you found yourself thinking over what he said. You were replaying the moment where he called you beautiful, following it up with that one phrase that, whenever he said it, had a look in his eye that almost seemed like… longing? You weren’t quite sure.

The sincerity behind his words had you temporarily questioning everything that you knew about your relationship with the man, but you quickly pushed those thoughts away. You were scared, to be honest, to imagine the two of you as anything more than friends. Because what if you were better off as friends, a romantic relationship ruining whatever connection you had. What if he found you boring, or he grew to disdain you?

Why couldn’t things be simple? Why were you so scared of getting close to him, so scared of him touching you? Why couldn’t you be more confident and straightforward with your advances? Why couldn’t you just tell him how you felt and hope it all works out?

Groaning, your head rolled back, hitting the wall of the vehicle. You still watched him, a black silhouette that had his back turned to you, deep in conversation with Arthur, who was standing next to his horse.

The click of the door had you snapping out of your thoughts, straightening up immediately. Javier greeted you with a small smile as he climbed in, stopping mid-way when he heard Arthur shout something at him, which you weren’t able to make out. Javier rolled his eyes, and you thought he was blushing for a moment, but you played it off as a trick of the light.

“What did Arthur say?” You laughed as Javier settled into his seat across from you. The carriage was large enough to fit two people, sure, but you still felt his knees brush against yours. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, nearly causing you to jump.

“He was just being a fool. It doesn't matter.” He clearly didn’t want to continue talking about it, so you let it drop, ignoring the curiosity nagging at you. “Are you ready?”

As I’ll ever be. “Yes.”

In response, you heard him knock loudly on the window, signaling for Bill to start moving. The carriage suddenly moving caught you off guard, causing you to fall forward. You caught yourself, your hands on his knees. You didn’t hear the light gasp that came from Javier, smiling sheepishly as you righted yourself, placing your hands back on your lap, securing your clutch there. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” His voice was breathless, and you figured that he was nervous as well.

“So, tell me about this party.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

It was about a twenty minute ride to Saint Denis, where the party was being held. It was one similar to the one Arthur, Dutch, and some of the others went to a few weeks prior, happening in one of the extravagant houses that lay on the edge of the town. The owner of the house, one Lee Edward Reginald III, was known to have bonds that he constantly bragged about to anyone who asked, apparently worth a fortune.

The two of you formulated your story during the drive. Your names were William and Anna Howard, and the two of you had been married for two years. Hailing from a small town east of New Austin called Fairington, the two of you had stuck it rich when you found a vast supply of oil under your homestead. The two of you had traveled all this way to hopefully establish business partners in the west, and to begin creating a name for yourselves in the more “civilized” Saint Denis.

You saw a wooden sign that marked you were close to Saint Denis, and you felt your anxiety begin to return. Trying to calm yourself, you repeated in your head that this was no different than any other con job you’ve done, and you weren’t nervous before those. This should be no exception.

“So, how did we meet?” Javier’s question halted your spiraling.

“Hm?”

“How did we meet? Someone’s bound to ask.”

“I think the story Miss Grimshaw told me is that I used to be a working girl, and we met at the bar when I tried to offer my services.”

“Not too different from how we actually met, no?”

You laughed. “The only similarities between our stories is that we met at a bar. From what I remember, you tried to rob me as I drank alone.”

“I thought you were an easy target. I was mistaken,” he rubbed the side of his face where you had punched him all that time ago. “And I didn’t realize you had robbed me until way after.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever returned that ring back to you. How many months ago was that? Seven? Eight?”

“Something like that,” he smiled, reminiscing over your less than pleasant meeting. You’d joined the gang not long after, Javier having recommended you to Dutch himself. If anyone could rob a member of the Van Der Linde gang and get away with it, they deserved a place with them.

“That reminds me…” you reached for your clasp, pulling out the ring you grabbed earlier. You almost wanted to slide the ring on his finger yourself, but instead you held it out to him in your palm. “A married man’s gotta have a ring, right?”

Gingerly taking it from your hand, you watched him examine it in the low light, shock causing him to laugh lightly. “You still had it? I would’ve thought you sold it already.”

You shrugged. “I just kept forgettin’ to sell it.” The truth was that you couldn’t bring yourself to sell it, always tucking it away whenever you’d bring your haul to the fence. Eventually, you just kept it with your small pile of belongings in the small lean-to tent you shared with some of the girls, a small token to remember him by. You’re not sure why it meant so much to you, but it brought a smile to your lips every time you saw it. “You can keep it, after we’re done.”

“No, you earned it. I’ll make sure you get it back.”

You held back a sigh of relief, having grown surprisingly sentimental toward the piece of jewelry. “So, how long did it take you to notice it was gone?”

“An embarrassingly long time,” he rescinded. You weren’t satisfied with that answer, and you raised a challenging brow at him. He sighed. “About ten minutes after you left.”

A loud bark of laughter left you. “I took it from you right as we started talking! And we talked for, what, half an hour? It took you that long?”

“In my defense, I was distracted.”

“How? If I remember, you weren’t even drunk.”

“All my attention was on the gorgeous woman in front of me. Someone could’ve held up the place, and I wouldn’t have even noticed.”

“Sure, I looked real pretty,” you rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. “With the mud in my hair, and the scraps I was wearin’, I’m sure I was the prize woman of the town.”

“You didn’t have mud in your hair,” he laughed. “It was on your face.”

“Oh, that's much better, then.”

He laughed, his mustache following the movement of his lips as he smiled. “Even if you were covered in dirt, or if you were dolled up like you are, I’d still think you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” It was now that you wished he was sitting next to you, rather than in front of you, just so you didn’t have to feel his eyes on you.

“Really?” It sounded less confident than you’d like, sounding more like disbelief than anything. You knew you were pretty, but to hear it from him made you believe it with full certainty.

“Would I lie to you?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. When you shook your head, you felt him gently grab your hand, holding it palm-up in his own. Instinctively, you pulled it away, and you immediately regretted it, even more so when you saw the hurt and confused look on his face.

“I…” you swallowed, shame burning your face. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he laughed, but there was no humor behind it. “You confuse me. I can’t tell if you want me too, or if you’re disgusted by me. I honestly cannot tell.”

So he did feel the same. Swallowing, you mustered enough courage to set your hand back in his. “I do want you, Javier. I really do. It’s just… I’m scared.” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, yet it sounded like you were shouting to your ears.

“What are you scared of?” His question wasn’t judgemental, simply wanting to know.

“It’s real stupid,” you sighed, no longer being able to look him in the eye.

“Mi amor, look at me. Please.” When you did, he smiled reassuringly at you. “Tell me. I want to help you.”

God, why was he so sweet? And how was he able to crash down the walls you build up in your mind, to never tell another soul about your fears? You turned your hand so that you could grasp his fingers lightly. “I’m scared of this,” you shook his hand. “I’m scared of your touch. And I’m scared of changin’ what we have.” When he started pulling his hand away, you gripped his hand tighter, keeping him there. “But I want it so badly. And I want you, so, so badly. ”

He certainly looked confused now. “I’m trying to understand, I really am, but…” he trailed off, his brow furrowing.

“It’s like, whenever I feel your hands on me, my heart is elated, but my brain freaks out, and not in a good way. And I guess I’m afraid that you ain’t gonna like what you see when you get close to me.” Both physically and personality wise. When you were met with silence, you were mentally berating yourself for practically dumping your issues on the poor man. “Look, if this just changed the way you feel, I understand.”

“I never said that. It doesn’t change anything.” His words were short, but he wasn’t angry. “But I guess I’m just curious as to why?”

“Because I-”

A loud rapping on the glass cut you off, and you jumped slightly. Bill stood on the other side of the window, looking pissed off. It finally occurred to you that you had reached your destination, the carriage long since halted. With a sigh, Javier leaned back, pulling his hand away, giving you a look that says we’ll finish this conversation later.

As he got out, your mind was reeling. He felt the same way towards you, but you didn’t know if you should feel elated or terrified. You didn’t know what was worse, having feelings for someone and them not knowing, or having feelings that were reciprocated and being too afraid to do anything about it.

Sighing, you barely noticed him holding out a hand expectantly to you. You hadn’t budged from the carriage, pretty much forgetting about the party. Sucking in a breath, you took his hand, letting him help you out.

The heels of your shoes clicked pleasantly against the cobbled street as your feet made contact with the ground. Looking around, you saw that Bill had parked the two of you a block away, giving you plenty of time to prepare yourselves.You could hear the music from the party already, a lively jig mixed with laughter and cheers. Waving goodbye to Bill, he left the two of you alone. Quickly, you took out the rouge, applying it to your lips with practiced movement, not even needing to look in a mirror. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Javier watch you, looking away when you focused your attention on him.

Tucking the clutch in your hand, you took in a deep breath. “Arthur’s already there. Ready?” You heard the man beside you ask, and you nodded. He began to move, resting a hand on the small of your back to lead you, before almost immediately retracting it.

“Are… Is that alright?”

“It doesn’t matter right now. We’ve got a job to do.” Javier opened his mouth, ready to protest, but you cut him off. “I appreciate it, I really do, but right now we just gotta pretend that the conversation we just had didn’t happen.”

Nodding, you felt his touch return, but not where it was. Instead, you felt him link his arm through yours, and he continued to lead you toward the party. “You’re almost worse than Arthur, refusin’ to touch me anywhere else than my arm.” You joked, attempting to diffuse the tension.

“Does he know?”

You shook your head, and the two of you fell into a semi-uneasy silence. You could tell that Javier was overthinking things. “Don’t worry too much, Javier. I knew what was going to happen tonight. Do what you need to do in order to pull a convincing act.” When he didn’t respond, you glanced over at him. He smiled back at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You leaned in to him. “You do remember I said I did want your hands on me, right?”

He relaxed a bit. “I do.”

The two of you were growing closer to your destination, the music growing louder and louder. “I think the only reason why I’m scared is because it’s… unknown to me. You know when you’ve never done something, and it seems terrifying, and then you do it and it turns out it ain’t all that bad? That’s what it is.” You took a moment to breathe. “So, basically what I’m tryin’ to say is I’m alright with you touchin’ me tonight. Please.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “I trust you, Javier.”

Deep brown eyes peered into your eyes, looking for any uncertainty. When he found none, he relaxed even further, and you watched as the smile now reached his eyes. “Only tonight?”

There he was. There was the confident, flirtatious man you’d fallen for.

You laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mr. Escuella.”

He tsked, shaking his head. “I don’t know a Mr. Escuella. Are you cheating on me, my dear wife?”

You dramatically gasped in horror. “I would never, Mr. Howard! You insult me by merely suggesting the idea!”

The two of you fell into laughter, and you felt the hand around yours move back to your back, rubbing soothingly there. For the first time, you felt yourself not immediately wanting to jump away, and you instead settled against him.

As the two of you walked into the party, you ignored the eyes that immediately jumped to you, eyes racking over your body in a less than kind way, from both men and women. All that you could see right now was the soft way Javier regarded you, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Pressing yourself against him so that he was holding you in a side hug, you felt him brush his lips atop your head, so lightly that you would barely call it a kiss. But the gesture had you melting, nearly turning into a puddle on the floor.

You saw Arthur out of the corner of your eye, in the middle of a conversation with some rich looking folk, and you regarded him with a small smile, and it barely even noticed by the other man. The hand on your back tugged slightly, pulling you alongside Javier as he led you toward the group with Arthur in it. Javier introduced himself, and you shook hands as well, introducing yourself with the names you’d come up with.

As Javier talked, you found yourself zoning out, too distracted by the hand on your back to join in fully on the conversation. You failed to notice the way that the other men, besides Arthur, ogled you unabashedly, and you felt his hand curl around your waist, fingers wrapping around your waist and pulling you tighter to him.

Despite what you thought, you found that you were at ease, not even a hint of feeling uncomfortable. A warm feeling settled in your chest, something that you always felt when you thought of Javier. But it was turning into an inferno, threatening to consume you, taking over every thought and feeling in your body.

You were so in love with him.

Before you could even register what you were doing, you rested your hand on his back. Javier was clearly not expecting this, based on the way he stiffened, but you felt him relax instantly. You could hear the way his tone changed as he talked, barely able to fight a smile.

But what shocked you the most is that you found yourself wanting more. And you wanted it now. Every nerve in your body craved his touch, and you were finding it harder and harder to detach yourself from him. And you were supposed to pretend that you didn’t want him?

It was going to be a long party.

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the-moon-lullaby · 1 year

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Hi! It's so great to see someone writing for good old mc. Can I get the boys (by that I mean Nathaniel, Castiel, Lysander, Kentin and Armin but feel free to left some out if that's too many characters) talking to Candy's pregnant belly? Ofc feel free to ignore if you are uncomfortable with topic of pregnancy or kids. Also have a great day!

The HSL boys talking to Candy’s pregnant belly

N/A : Heyy! Thank you for being so considerate in your request, it's lovely of you ! It was fun to write ! Thank you for your request and have a great day as well darling !<3

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕

He would totally sing to Candy’s belly. Whether it is a Crowstorm unreleased song or a little lullaby, he’ll do it and you can’t convince me otherwise. Perhaps at the beginning it would be at Candy’s demand and he’d act annoyed/bothered but don’t let him fool you : he loves it. At some point, he’d just do it. Like if he’s writing a new song or anything, he’d sing it to Candy’s belly (and to Candy as well ofc). Double audience for my guy now

However better not tell anyone about this or he’ll get a bit embarrassed. He likes the fact that these moments are just between him, Candy and their baby. It’s just so intimate to him so he feels like this would ruin it a little if Candy starts to tell or brag about it to other people (as if she would tho)

Not but for real, just picture him singing Hakuna Matata to Candy’s belly (PLS this is so wholesome and funny at the same time, I CAN’T)

Also I think he would be the type to randomly interact here and there with the baby like, for example, when complaining about people (‘cause we know he does that sometimes) « God, people sucks ! Not you though, mate. » Cute

After a while, when he feels completely comfortable with talking to the baby and that you’re both used to it, he’d be more emotionally open and would say things like « Can’t wait to meet you mate » or if it’s this kind of day when he doesn’t want to come off as too sentimental he’d go for something like « You’re gonna love Pancake » or « Pancake is so impatient to meet you buddy ! » (the dog is a good cover, right ?)

That said, I just know that Castiel would always refer to the baby as « mate » or « buddy » (any nicknames like that honestly) even if you guys already choose a name. Why ? Well because he believes it makes the situation less cheesy but (in my humble opinion), it just makes it even more adorable

He secretly wishes for his baby to be able to recognise his voice but pretend that it’s not that important to him (it is). As if he was trying to bond with his child even though they’re still in the womb lol. So behind this chill facade that he keeps on, if the baby moves or kicks while he’s speaking or singing, he’ll instantly get so excited (forget about being embarrassed, he’s to thrilled for that at the moment) and it would be the cutest thing ever. Ofc Candy would tease him a bit about it but bold of you to assume that this is going to stop him

He might even break his own rules and go brag about how his baby reacts to his voice.

And now he can’t wait to hear them in return.

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

Oh Lord ! This man, I can’t. Lysander talking to Candy’s belly would be the sweetest thing ever.

Just imagine : Lysander reciting the most heartfelt, passionate and soul-stirring poem (that ofc he wrote himself because this man has it all y’all) kneeled in front of Candy’s belly.

Honestly Candy would be tearing up at this sight (just as I am imagining it, Lysander truly is a gift) and when he notices that he would just place a kiss on Candy’s belly before kissing her forehead and take her in his arms. So freaking sweet.

Lysander’s poetic (rizz) talent isn’t just a myth. He’s the embodiment of poetry if you ask me and he certainly has a way with words.

Between him and Castiel, it’s some creative boys that we have here. How lucky

That said, be prepared for him to constantly write poems about Candy and their child. He has now two muses so his inspiration is doubled

Also, I feel like when it comes to choosing the baby’s name, he would just say the names in front of Candy’s belly and see if there’s a reaction inside. Just because he kinda wants his baby to choose their names somehow

Ofc he would sing to Candy’s belly. I mean with his angelic voice (as it was mentioned more than once in the game), how could he not ?

I think Lysander would not feel ashamed to talk to his baby (unlike most of the boys at some point). Not in the slightest. And it make sense because since when Lysander care about what people think ? The only persons that matters to him are the persons he loves and they would never make fun of him or judge him for that.

And of course, he'll be the greatest dad ever (his kids won't ever relate to Daddy issues by the Neighbourhood or Family Line by Conan Gray, that's for sure)

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗

Ok so with Armin if you expected heartfelt speeches or sentimental words from him, you’ve come to the wrong place. We don’t do that here lol (However, out of topic, I think Alexy would do that for him though as the invested uncle and the drama-queen he is, and ofc Armin would laugh at him)

Don’t assume he doesn’t talk to the baby though. He does and does it a lot.

I don’t know why but I can picture him telling Candy to sit next to him while he plays LoL ( for example) and explaining how to play a game to her belly or tell everything about the Zelda lore (idk about you but that’s funny to me)

Candy might even get annoyed at some point but Armin will joke saying that they need to educate their child as soon as possible (little does Candy knows that Armin is only half-joking lmao)

He is totally the kind of guy that will address to Candy’s belly without explicitly showing it just to mess with Candy. Let me clarify : for example he would say something and it could be anything really and Candy would go « huh ? » and « I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to them, duh. ». But it’s all fun and games, nothing mean obviously

Or also, when Candy curses for whatever reason, he would act so shocked « Oh my God ! Have you heard what Mom said ?! » (pls someone stop this guy)

It still cute because, Armin’s playfulness is part of his charm and more than often it makes Candy smiles so everything’s alright and the baby could hope for a cooler dad.

𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗

Over protective dad. I won’t argue with anyone about this, I just know

You know these « dad-like speeches » where they swear they’ll always be there for you and protect you with their life ? Well that’s Kentin on a daily basis

And keep in mind that for now, the baby isn’t even out of the womb yet. My guy is rea-dy to deal with it lol

It’s actually very sweet and knowing how Kentin always felt ignored or despised by his father, it is very important for him that his child knows that they’ll can count on him no matter what

He wants to be someone they can rely on and that’s why he says it often to Candy’s belly. That way he’s sure that they know (well not really but you get the point)

I don’t see him speaking with a baby voice though because he’ll feel a bit shy about it (it’s actually sad when you think of it but most guys are embarrassed about doing things like that. That’s a shame if you ask me but let’s go back to the Headcanon before I start ranting about societal issues and how Toxic masculinity ruins lives)

But when Candy is asleep, that’s another story

He’s just so happy that he and Candy get to have a family of their own after all this time

I mean, this boy has been in love with her for so long so the idea of having a little one as a result of this unconditional love ? My boy is over the moon right now so let out the baby voice

That was before he got caught by Candy one night and he became so red that it looked like he got instantly sunburned

But let’s be honest, he can’t stay embarrassed in front of his girl for long because he knows she loves him as much as he loves her. Therefore, he never shied away talking to his future child from now on.

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕

So, we know that Nath doesn’t want children. That’s canon. However for the sake of this request, let’s say that he reconsidered and changed his mind (probably after months and months of therapy)

I think of all the guys, Nathaniel is least to be talking to Candy’s belly and there’s multiple reasons for that : First, he would be embarrassed (yeah, again). Even if he knows he can be vulnerable in front of Candy, he would cringe at himself if was to do something like that (why do I get the feeling that Nath is so easy to cringe lol ?). The other reason would be that he’s still processing and that the baby’s arrival feels so far away yet (forgive him for that, he’s not exactly known to be in touch with his emotions)

But then, as the fateful moment approaches, all his attempts to gaslight himself into believing that everything will be perfectly fine seem to fire back at him

That’s about when he starts to get insomnia. Most nights, he would be just laying in bed, tired and ready to meet Morpheus with Candy already asleep by his side when this chest-crushing anxiety would take over him. « Will I be good enough ? Patient enough ? Caring ? Will I be enough ? ». Really these thoughts terrify him and slowly drive him crazy (add to that the sleep deprivation)

He categorically refuses to tell Candy about it because he knows she has enough to deal with (pregnancy is a trial of life, so I’ve heard) and he doesn’t want to be a burden to her (poor baby). And it’s not like he’s gonna ask life advices to his dad because this man might be one of the worst father figures you can think of and Nathaniel want to be the opposite of this man in terms of parenting. Candy can tell something is bothering him but getting this boy to talk is far from easy

So, one night when he’s laying wide awake in the middle of night, he can’t help but to stare at Candy’s belly and instinctively, puts his hand over it. A so gentle move that it could barely be felt, as if he was scared to wake the little one (and Candy as well).

Then without knowing why he wants to tell his future child that he’ll do his best so, in a whisper, he makes this promise. And then he makes another one and keeps going naturally. All whispers. He asks himself if these promises are for the child or for himself until he feels something timidly moving under his hand.

He could barely feel it. To the point he thought he imagined it. But it didn’t matter. Somehow, he felt relieved. About what ? He couldn’t be sure about this but maybe it was a sign that his baby knew that he was trying.

After that, it would become a habit. Every time he would struggle to fall asleep he would whisper to Candy’s belly, hoping that the baby hears (even if sometimes he tells himself that it’s ridiculous but who cares if it is after all ?)

He’ll never tell Candy about it or not before a while as he likes the idea that this is him and his kid’s secret and he know can’t wait to meet them because he doesn’t want to let fear keeps him from being the father they deserve

(𝖮o𝖿, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒 ! 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒 ? 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖻𝗀)

And there you go ! Hope you enjoyed it ! there might be mistakes but I wrote this at 4am instead of studying for my Italian exam because why not eheh (this was much more fun to do) This is a first (and I am struggling) but I think it's pretty okay

See y'all soon and wish you the best ! <3

PS : Here's a little song recommandation ‘cause I can & it’s a good song ! It's called Run Away to Mars by Talk and I thank my labo teacher for recommending it, she's a sweetheart !

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slowandsteddie · 9 months

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Y’all voted on this.

“Hey there, big guy.” / “You aren’t Eddie.”

I was really really excited to write this, honestly.

It is VERY important that you read the CW on this one.

I might be working through some things I personally went through on this one, so it’s… darker than I’d normally go.

CW: Steve is drugged, very heavily implied sexual assault (maybe skip the pink font?), ptsd, mention of bad parents, drinking as a coping mechanism, underage drinking, bartender looks like Billy (isn’t btw), very brief mention of Billy’s death, mentions of drugs, mentions of weed

Lots of hurt and little comfort.

Parts of this feel kinda rushed to me, and there’s one part where that is on purpose. But, uh. Not a fan of the ending of this bc it’s late and I’m sleepy. But also I don’t wanna edit this or dwell on it or it won’t get posted at all. So. This is where we are.

Potential for a part two.

2536 words.

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After the night that Nancy called their relationship bullshit, Steve had sworn off alcohol and any drug stronger than the weed he used to help himself sleep when he was home alone. And he had been able to stick to it, too.

Until Starcourt.

When he had nearly been killed by Russians, confessed his love to a lesbian (while he, himself was mostly gay), and saw Billy Hargrove murdered by some thing from the Upside Down.

Yeah, life was pretty fucked up. And if he found solace at the bottom of a bottle, that was his problem.

No one but Robin needed to know. That girl was his Platonic soulmate and she got to know practically everything. Hell, he had lost track of how many times they had slept in the same bed, just so they could know the other was still breathing. They clung so tight to each other that it was like they were trying to nestle into rib cages and grasp onto bones so that they couldn’t be ripped apart again.

It helped with the nightmares and the panic to have someone so close to him who understood. Someone who knew what he went through without him having to explain it. Someone who knew that the fire cover up was complete shit. Someone who wasn’t a kid that he had to protect and hide his pain from.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved those kids. He would die for them. He’d kill for them. He’d wreck the beautiful car of his dreams for them. He’d even pretend to be okay for them, no matter what. But he could never confide in them. Not about what he went through. Not the way he could with Robin.

The thing about trauma bonding with someone is that there doesn’t have to be secrets. They already knew the worst thing that you have been through, so everything else would be a cakewalk by comparison.

During the day, it was easy to be goofy and laugh and hide the fact that he had been through absolute hell. But at night, everything came back to him. Him screaming that he just worked for Scoops and not being believed. Him offering free ice cream for life, just to get out of there.

Offering his body when that didn’t work because he didn’t have anything else and he knew his parents wouldn’t pay a ransom, even if the Russians had decided to try that route. And if they took him up on that offer, no one had to know. He didn’t even have to know. He could just pretend that the drugs took those memories too and not think about it.

The night time was what had him drinking again. The sun would start setting and he’d find himself reaching for that bottle, as though he needed it as desperately as he needed air and open spaces.

Even when Robin was over, he couldn’t close the door before taking a shower. Though, that didn’t matter much, when she’d go sit on the toilet and talk to him, with nothing but a curtain between them as the water poured over him and he sobbed as silently as he could while he cleaned himself and she chatted away about some random thing that he couldn’t follow, no matter how hard he tried. On particularly bad nights, Robin would find him in the shower, and wearing his t-shirt and shorts, she would help him wash his hair, his body, while he could only lean against the wall, feeling as though he would shake himself apart.

But, he needed to get better. He couldn’t be a mess forever. He couldn’t rely on his best friend always being available to help him through the rough patches. Most people would see the therapist recommended to them after going through things like The Upside Down and days of torture at the hands of Russians in a base under the mall that they used to work in.

Not Steve.

Oh, no.

That made too much sense.

Instead of therapy, he decided that going to a gay club in Indy would be a great idea. It had been long enough that his injuries had turned to scars. Sure, his ears rang a lot and sometimes his vision went a little fuzzy if he turned his head too fast, but he was fine. Really.

He had called and told Robin where he’d be. He didn’t need her panicking because she went to his house and he wasn’t there. He also called Henderson, just to make sure one of the kids knew he wasn’t home. They all talked constantly so the message would get around.

Just because he was stupid, didn’t mean he was irresponsible.

Steve was dressed in his favorite jeans, the ones that made his ass look nice, and a yellow polo. He didn’t really have many options in terms of shirts because it was almost time to do laundry again. He hated the washer though, as he still had times when his ribs panged when he tried to lean over too far. With that stupid washer, he always had to lean too far. There was no other way to make sure he got everything out of it.

He took the time to style his hair properly, even when the effort made his arms shake and the muscles in his hands and wrists spasm. Being tortured had some lasting effects and it was annoying. He was so tired of it. Tired of being forced to remember what he went through, even while doing the most mundane things.

He flipped the collar on his shirt up to try and make sure that the scars on his neck weren’t too obvious at first glance. That was as good as it was going to get as he refused to wear makeup to cover it up.

Then, he walked out to his car after locking the front door. Here goes nothing. He slid into the car that he hadn’t actually driven in a few weeks and started her up. She purred as though it was only yesterday that she was last turned on.

Steve mouthed the directions to himself before buckling up, turning on the radio, and beginning the drive.

Time passed, though he wasn’t sure how much of it. But he did get to the club without incident. He parked his car and locked the door before putting the keys in his pocket.

His favorite thing about this place was that they didn’t ID, something that he remembered from when he had came here before Starcourt. He had just wanted to dance with fellow queers. The first few times that he was here, he had been given water when he went to the bar.

He was glad to find that this time the bartender asked him what he’d be drinking. He was glad that the blond with curly hair and a charming smile didn’t even bat an eye over his request for a shot of whiskey, and just poured the drink.

“First one’s on the house.” God, even his voice was charming.

“Thank you,” Steve replied gratefully.

He threw the drink back and didn’t even make a face over it. The familiar, warm burn of the alcohol was a welcome one.

“How much for the second?” He asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“For you? A dollar a shot.”

Steve placed a 10 dollar bill down. “One shot and one mixed drink that would leave you with what you consider an acceptable tip.”

“Yessir,” the bartender replied with a smile.

It wasn’t fair that the older male had ocean eyes he could get lost in.

Steve took the shot like nothing again, running a hand through his hair. He thanked the bartender, again, before taking his mixed drink and moving to the dance floor.

He was having fun. There were a lot of people and loud music and he had some liquid courage that was also helping to keep his chronic pain under control. After a few songs, he finished his drink before going to take his glass to the bar.

He was dizzy, but he just assumed that was from turning his head too fast a few minutes ago when someone started dancing behind him. He told himself that it had just been because he wanted to know if the guy pressing against his back was cute or not. (He was.)

Steve’s thoughts were incoherent, but he had moments when his brain didn’t seem to work right, especially when he was under the influence. It was his new normal ever since his brain had been starved of oxygen. But he couldn’t think about that again. Not now.

He asked the bartender for water, noticing the name tag this time. Billy. Oh, the painful irony.

He drank it down pretty fast, fully intending to thank him for it after. But then there was an arm around his shoulder and he was moving on to help someone on the other side of the bar.

“Hey there, big guy,” the other male said while squeezing his shoulder.

“You aren’t Eddie,” he said stupidly. It was in that moment that Steve realized who he had a crush on, but that wasn’t important right now.

“I can be whoever you want me to be, handsome.”

Steve pulled away. “I’m sorry, but no. You really can’t.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke. Eddie sent me to take you home.”

“He wouldn’t have sent anyone to get me.” He said defiantly. “He’d come himself,” he added to cover up whatever he had said.

The world was spinning worse and he turned to walk to the bathroom. He was being followed and he knew it, but what other choice did he have?

By the time Steve got to the bathroom, he was mostly out of it. But, he got flashes.

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The door being locked behind them.

His pants being unbuttoned.

Trying to struggle but it was just so hard to lift his arms.

Being shoved against the counter.

Heavy breathing in his ear.

Pain.

Sliding down.

Curling into a ball.

Clutching his own shirt.

Eddie.

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When Steve woke up again, the first thing he noticed was that he was in the trailer. The second thing he noticed was that he felt like shit. Everything hurt more than it should for just a hangover, and he didn’t even want to think about why his hips and thighs felt the way they did.

He tried to sit up, groaning over the effort before letting himself lay back down on the couch. The toilet flushed, the water ran, and then there were footsteps coming back toward him. He didn’t know why he flinched and tried to hide in the blanket he had over him, but he did.

“Hey there, big boy,” Eddie said softly.

Steve whimpered. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t like being called that anymore. It was something that the older male had called him ever since they started getting friendly. Ever since he had started buying weed from him.

“Wanna talk about it, Steve?” He added.

He shook his head.

“Why’d the bartender call me when he found you instead of Robin? Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you thought I was safe.”

“I don’t know. Was kinda falling apart. I guess I wanted drugs more than…”

“More than your girlfriend?”

Steve snorted. “She’s my Platonic soulmate. Capital P. Not my girlfriend.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Want me to call the soulmate?”

Steve shook his head quickly before groaning and holding his temples. “My car?” He croaked.

“I took Jeff with me to pick you up. He drove ‘er back. Your car is in my driveway, safe and sound.”

Steve made a sound and let his eyes close.

“Steve. I’m not going to make any choices for you. But you were assaulted. The only reason that bartender didn’t call the police was that he didn’t want to out you.”

His eyes fluttered. “That… that explains it.” His body chose that moment to let him pass out again.

When he was conscious again, he was still on Eddie’s couch. He could hear the other male talking on the phone. He did his best to pretend that he was still asleep. But he was crying and the sniffling gave him away.

“Hey man, do you want Robin to come here?”

“No,” he said too quickly. “I just… I need a bit to comprehend. Tell her an hour, yeah? Then I’ll go with her and get out of your hair.”

Eddie relayed the message and hung up.

“He drugged me. But I still knew what was up. He flirted with me, but I wasn’t interested. I said he wasn’t you as though I had some kind of right to want it to be you who was flirting, man. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Of course it was only the apology that Eddie picked up on.

“Because I have no right to have a crush on you after how I treated you. Because I have no right to tell you that I have a crush on you after what happened to me.”

“If that’s how you feel, then I have no right to tell you that the feeling is mutual and that I have every intention of finding the guy who did this to you and making him pay. I have no right to feel so possessive and protective. I have no right to tell you that I always run away, but right now I just want to fight for you.”

“Mm. You’re right. We have no right to be having this conversation when it’s too much for me.”

Eddie was about to get up.

“Hold me?” Steve asked so quietly.

And his request was honored so gently. He might have been whimpering and flinching, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing the older male’s shirt and clinging to it.

When Robin barged into the trailer, exactly sixty-one minutes later, Steve flinched and his hands gripped on to Eddie’s knees tightly.

Eddie was sitting sideways on the couch, his legs spread so that Steve could be seated between them. His back was against the older male’s chest and his hands had been playing with the loose threads over Eddie’s knees before he was startled. Eddie had been trying to braid Steve’s too short hair as they listened to some music that neither male was paying enough attention to in order to place.

As soon as he saw his best friend, he was struggling to his feet before stumbling over to her with all the grace of a newborn giraffe.

“R-Robbie.”

“Stevie.”

“I shouldn’t have gone.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.”

They were clinging to each other, both of them shaking.

“Promised to never leave you again.”

“It’s okay. We’ll get through this. Also, Eddie is driving us home because I refuse to let go of you.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“And then you’re staying, too.” Steve added.

“I am.” There was a smile to Eddie’s voice at that.

Despite everything, Steve liked him and felt safe with him. Hopefully Eddie would never do anything to break that.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #read the cw #read the tw #i’m sorry pls forgive me #steddie fanfiction #so much angst #feat stobin #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #robin buckley #robin buckley stranger things #bad guy oc #slowandsteddie

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moonlightazriel · 1 year

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Under the Mountain /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: You’ve been trapped under the Mountain for 50 years, and now that you’re back, you don’t even know how to go back to your old life.

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Word Count: 1,2K

Notes: Finally got a new charger and now I can write again.

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“I thought that you were dead.” I closed my eyes, they felt heavy with tears as the arms of my mate hugged me, I could feel the cold drops of his tears as he too cried. The bond had snapped into place one month before that fateful day, Rhys had told us that he would meet Amarantha and we should stay back and protect Velaris.

He shouldn’t have gone alone, so when we learned that he was being held hostage by her, I knew I had to do something, but my plans didn’t had the time to succeed as I was captured and gifted to Amarantha by a group of her soldiers. “She’s going to love a female Illyrian”, they said and they were right.

I would never forget the terrified face of Rhysand when I got there, the image burned in my brain for the rest of my life. For the sake of ourselves, we pretended to not know each other, only speaking in each other’s minds. I was present on every torture she would inflict on him, she would let me chained to her bed and sleeping on the floor like some pet.

I was there watching as he fell in love with his mate and helping him with his plan to enrage Tamlin enough to kill Amarantha, when he stabbed her and ripped her throat open, I let out a sob of pure relief, we were finally going home.

Azriel’s eyes open and it was like he was finally seeing me for the first time, his eyes looking at the missing part behind my back and every new scar, I could feel him getting still under my touch as he realize what she had done to me. I still walked a little weirdly, the loss of the wings making me unstable.

He struggled to say something, and when he couldn’t find the right words, he just pulled me closer again, making me finally cry in his chest, the bond in my chest glowing with life after being shut down for 50 years, it was such a powerful feeling that almost hurt, the sensation making me dizzy as his love flooded my chest. No one said anything when he lead me to our room and helped me take a bath, silently brushing my hair and making no questions.

He also didn’t say a word when I curled up in bed, holding my knees to my chest while I felt the unusual softness of the mattress, the space seeming to big for me, my whole body felt weird, I felt like i didn’t belong at this place anymore, a broken person didn’t deserve to live in a place like Velaris. I didn’t deserve the soft gaze he directed to me neither the affection he showed me.

It took me two weeks to finally believe I was home, every time someone would get too close I would flinch away, I didn’t sleep and didn’t ate properly for days, being used to eating nothing for weeks. I had learned how to survive and now I needed to learn how to live again and how to be myself again.

Azriel didn’t push me, he would just sit with me in silence and enjoy my company, I knew he wanted to know everything but I couldn’t tell him those kind of things, not yet. He noticed how I would look at his wings and how my eyes would get clouded with tears, he just held me closer each time he saw I was on the verge of breaking again.

It was another night of not being able to sleep when I decided to sneak out to the rooftop, crying freely as I watched the stars, the cold air sending shivers down my spine, and I just stayed there, trying to calm down. Azriel’s soft steps startled me, making me look at him, the moon shining on him, making him look like a angel, my personal guardian angel.

“I just needed to breathe.” I whispered, he joined me, sitting by my side and looking at the stars. “It was two years ago, when she decided that she had enough of my wings.” I started after a while.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” He said softly, his hand squishing my knee, his eyes intensely staring at me, like he could see my broken soul.

“I need to, before this destroys me, I need help to carry this weight before it crushes me to the point that there’s no way to repair.” I sounded desperate.

“Then let me help you my love.” He said and turned to face me fully.

“She made sure that I was awake during the whole procedure, but Rhysand numbed my pain, he was forced to watch and couldn’t do nothing as she cut through them, first shredding them and then deciding to remove them entirely, I know he blames himself for what happened and this breaks my heart. Sometimes I still feel their weight, still see them behind me, but when I look again, there’s nothing, I feel empty knowing that I’ll never feel the wind in my face again, the adrenaline of flying with you, flying to the battlefield. I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to walk normally again, I had them my whole life and now it feels like something is wrong, I didn’t had the time to practice my walking as she forced me to sit at her feet most of the times. She did a lot of things to me, things that I never imagined going through, but this is nothing compared to losing my wings, I just wish i could have them back and be myself again.”

I could see that he was trying his best to be strong for me and to not cry, I saw him crying more in this month than in the 500 years a had known him. The bond pulsing with my sorrow as I couldn’t hold myself anymore, if I wanted to start healing, I needed to start feeling again.

“I can’t bring your wings back, neither can erase the trauma you’re been through, but I’m here to be whatever you need me to be, I can be your friend, the shoulder you cry on, whatever you need, you just have to ask me and I’ll do it for you. I love you with my entire body and soul, I’m yours for you to do what you please with me.”

“Can you… Az, can you fly with me?” I asked, I needed this, I knew this was going to help soothing the constant pain in my chest. He nodded, and we both got up, his hands carrying me bridal style as his wings opened gloriously behind him, and he aimed to the sky, the night breeze making us both cold but I didn’t care, the feeling of the wind in my face once again as we fly making my heart beat faster like it used to.

I stretched my arm out, reaching for the clouds as the tears started falling on my cheeks and I giggled, the overwhelming feeling leaking through the bond, I looked up and he was already looking at me, I reached out for him, kissing him on the lips, feeling the softness and the affection on them, it was the first kiss we shared after I got back.

“I love you with all of my heart.” I whispered and he rested his forehead against mine, a small smile on my lips as we kept flying in the skies until the sun rose.

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #shadowsinger #night court #sarahjmaas #azriel x y/n #velaris #fluff #angst #moonlightazriel #rhysand #under the mountain

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scarletwinterxx · 2 years

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mark lee day - short scenario

hii🥺 it’s been so long i’m not sure what to say... apart from thank you to those who waited and those who showed this blog some love while I was gone🥺😭💛 ngl it’s been a tough couple of weeks hence why i haven’t written anything.

This one is a bit close to home (i do share an almost bday w mark😅) hope you like it even tho it’s a bit late for Mark Lee day.

again. thank u thank u thank u

This is definitely a very different scenario than what you have originally planned.

You were supposed to celebrate your birthday with your favorite human. Seeing as you share an almost birthday, his on the 2nd of August and yours on the 3rd. It’s a tradition you and Mark have had ever since you got together.

It’s also one of the first thing you bonded over, when you were just starting to get to know each other you mentioned your birthdate to him to which he replied with an overly excited tone and huge grin, thinking that maybe it was fate all along.

“Yo wait what? my birthday is on the 2nd” he says with the biggest smile you’ve seen, his cheeks looking so cute

“Yea, I’m born on the 3rd. Guess that makes you older than me?”

And now here you are spending it apart for the first time in 3 years.

You tried your best to cheer up whenever he calls since he’s still in quarantine. But once he hangs up, you’re overcome with this feeling of sadness and longing. Sad because he missed so many thing these past few weeks and knowing your beloved boyfriend well he’s probably beating himself over it.

You didn’t want to add to the list of things he’s worrying about so you try and put on a brave face for him. But in reality you wanted nothing but to curl up by his side and tell him everything’s going to be alright.

It’s been a normal day so far. Instead of having the usual celebration the two of you would have, you spent the day on your own. Not forgetting to send Mark a birthday wish the moment the clock struck twelve and a cake to be delivered later to his place.

Hearing the doorbell ring, you wondered who it might be. You weren’t expecting anyone, you walked towards your door looking at the monitor first before opening it. You see a bunch of flowers held infront of the person’s face.

“Uh hello?”

“Special delivery from Lee Minhyung” you hear the familiar voice of Jeno

Opening the door, you see not only Jeno but also Chenle and Jaemin waiting outside your door. Chenle holding a bunch of balloons while Jaemin has the cake.

“What is this?” you ask the three guys

“Mark hyung asked us to deliver these to you since he can’t, he also said to check up on you but he told us to leave that part out” Chenle explains, making the two older guys look at him questioningly

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it” you chuckle, stepping aside to let the guys in

“We’re not staying for long, just here to greet you an advance happy birthday” Jeno says as he give you the flowers, “Thank you guys, you didn’t have to come all the way here. I know you’re busy”

“No big deal, plus we know today’s kinda a bummer for you and Mark. We just wanted to help”

“Thank you really” after saying your goodbye’s, you take a quick picture of the cake, flowers and balloons. Sending the snapshot to Mark.

Immediately he give you a call.

“You got it?” you hear his voice ask, he still sounds a bit sick but better than the previous days you’ve talked to him.

“Yes, you didn’t have to though. Just get well soon is all I’m asking”

“Baby, I can’t let this day pass without buying you a cake and the flowers” Mark says, already feeling the smile form on your lips “I know, I just... didn’t want to celebrate without you”

“I know, I’m sorry” Mark says

Shaking your head, you smile at him through the screen “No hey, what did we talk about. Don’t apologize okay? No one’s at fault here”

“But-” “No buts, Mark Lee. You’re going to make me sad if you say sorry one more time” finally showing the sadness you’ve been keeping from him

“Thank you,,, for saying it’s not my fault” he mumbles, wishing he was next to instead

“Of course it’s not, no need to thank me for that. Just focus on getting better, okay? That’s all I wish for”

“I am working on that, don’t worry to much about me baby” he can see the smile making its’ way to your face again, instantly making him feel better.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you on our next birthday. And the next one after that and the many more to come” he promises to you, and you know Mark is a man of his words.

“You have a lifetime to do that, don’t worry” you tell him

“That I do know, happy birthday to us. It’s like the universe knew I needed you in my life so they sent you” he says, not missing the lovestruck look in his eyes making you blush instantly

“Remember that time I told you I used to hate celebrating my birthday, but ever since I knew I started to like this day a little bit more” you tell him, “Hey, your birthday is definitely something to celebrate”

“Yea but I like it better because of you”

He shakes his head, looking down on the ground to hide his grin. It’s like you know just what to say to make the butterflies in his stomach flutter or how to make his heart feel like it’s about to stop beating.

“I like you best, my love”

“This is not a competition on who likes who more, Mark Lee. Don’t make me say it again”

“But I like you more” “Na uh, I like you more”

“Okay fine, you like me more but I love you most. Ha can’t beat that” he says, effectively shutting you up.

“I love you too, babe. Happy birthday” you tell him, “I love you, baby. Happy birthday”

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emilyan4lb34ds · 2 years

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Movie night // Klitz & Gn!reader (+tripod)

A/N: This one was requested by anon and no I didnt revise it before I’m posting it

C/W: Slight making out, mention of horror movies

Summary: Klitz invited Y/N to a movie night with the tripod :)) How fun

Word total: 1.7K

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You stood awkwardly at the door after knocking. You had stayed the night with Klitz before, but not all three of them. To put it plainly you were a little nervous. Of course you had hung out with all of them before, being with Klitz there’s really no way around that. Not that you minded much. It was always quite fun being part of their antics.

Soon enough, a familiar face opened the door for you.

“Welcome.” Eli said, extending his arm and allowing you in. You smiled and walked inside. “Klitz and Matt are in the room.” You followed behind him as he walked off.

Eli swung the bedroom door open, making a faulty attempt at scaring the two boys.

“Dude.” Matt said, sounding half annoyed. You knew he wasn’t, but it was fun to pretend he was.

You found Klitz sitting on his bed, fidgeting with a rubiks cube. He gave you a sweet smile, waving you over to him. You set your bag down and made your way to the bed. “How is the most gorgeous person in the world doing?” He gave you a small kiss on your cheek.

Eli pretending to gag. “Get a room.”

Klitz shot him a glare. “You’re in my room.”

“Well get a different one.”

“Well why don’t you get some bitches?” Klitz challenged.

Eli’s jaw practically fell to the floor while you and Matt fought off a laugh. You and Klitz getting together left Eli to be the only bachelor of the tripod. Being the only single one came with its fair share of playful teasing, obviously. “I could pull anyone I want to.” Eli argued, to which everyone stayed silent. “I’m being serious!” His voice cracked, causing an eruption of laughter from the other three of you.

“Yeah laugh it out now, I just won’t let either of you best man at my wedding.”

“You can’t have a wedding without a partner Eli.” You chimed.

Klitz turned his head to look at you. “This, this is why I love you.” He grinned.

“Whatever dude.” Eli rolled his eyes and sat in the chair next to Matt.

You’ve grown to be quite fond of the bond these boys have. With as much as they made fun of each other you knew they were still best friends. You on the other hand never really had someone like that, yet alone two people like that. So it was quite refreshing when Klitz invited you to their hangouts. You never necessarily felt out of place either. From the first time you hung out with them they accepted you as an extension of them. It was a nice feeling.

“So, did anyone have anything planned or do we just sit here all night?” Matt asked.

“I was thinking we watch a movie, a horror film or some shit.” Klitz answered.

His response confused you. He couldn’t be serious, could he? For as long as you’ve known him he hasn’t liked horror movies. He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a big baby when it comes to scary shit. One time you made the decision of trying to watch Chucky with him. By the end he was practically sat on top of you out of fright. Needless to say he couldn’t be around dolls for a month afterwards.

“You’re joking right?” Klitz’s distaste towards horror movies was also apparent to Eli. “Klitzy” He paused, presumably for dramatic effect knowing him. “You don’t watch horror movies.”

Klitz just shrugged.

Matt looked at you, Klitz, then back to you. “Oh I see.” His eyes narrowed as a grin spread across his face. “You want to impress Y/N don’t you?”

You turned to look at your boyfriend, amused. His face flushed and his ears colored a bright shade of pink. Seeing him get all flustered was always a treat. Especially when you didn’t even have to say anything. You moved your hand to his cheek, grazing over his bottom lip with your thumb. “Do you really want to watch a horror movie baby?”

His face grew warm at your use of a pet name. “Yes I do! I really do.” It was obvious he was lying with how defensive he got.

“Alright then.” Eli sat himself on the other side of the boy. “Which one do we watch Mr. Horror Enthusiast?”

Klitz stayed silent for a second, looking between the two of you. He turned to Matt. “Which one do you want?”

“Saw.”

“No.”

“Resident Evil.”

“No way.”

“The Grudge?”

“What? Fuck no.” He sighed. “You know what never mind.”

You gave a quiet giggle, not wanting him to feel bad. “It’s alright we don’t have to watch one of those. Right guys?” You face Eli and Matt, shooting them a stern look so they know to agree.

Matt nodded.

“Yeah I guess we could watch fuckin, I don’t know, mean girls.” Eli suggested.

Klitz’s head shot up. “Of course you would want to watch mean girls.”

“Hey! Fetch could totally happen.”

Eventually, the four of you made your way to the living room, mean girls being the movie of choice. You and Klitz took one side of the couch, Eli took the other, and Mat sat on the floor in front. Once Klitz put the movie in you cuddled yourself into him. Your head on his shoulder and your legs sprawled across him.

“Heads up for you two.” Eli turned to you, holding up his pointer finger much like someones mother. “If I look over and see you two making out me and Matt will ruin movie night.”

“Yesssss moooomm.” You exaggerate. -

Part way through the movie you look up at your boyfriend. His face in the dark, illuminated by the TV was gorgeous. His hazy green eyes under his glasses, his haircut that should look bad on anyone else, but somehow he makes it work. He makes it work well.

You recall Eli’s warning from earlier, but you couldn’t hold yourself back, he was too beautiful to pass up. Your hand moves to his chest and your lips connect to his jawline. “You’re so pretty my love.” You coo to him.

He drags his attention from the movie, to you. He smiles at you before looking past you to Eli, who’s full gaze was on Regina George. Klitz chuckles quietly. He moves your hair away from your face and kisses the corner of your lips. His hand found the back of your head, pulling your face into his. Your lips kissed onto his, you bit at his bottom lip the way you knew he liked. The rise and fall of his chest quickened. He was getting needier by the second. A soft whine fell from his mouth to yours.

“Hey!” Shit. “Do you two have no concern for the people around you.” Eli said sarcastically.

“Dude, you made me watch porn with you.” Klitz responded.

“Shh this isn’t about that. I told you Matt and I would ruin movie night didn’t I?”

“Eli how are you going to-”

“With this” Eli interrupted, pulling your boyfriends phone out his pocket. “Why don’t we see what these two lovebirds talk about behind closed doors.” A devious grin plastered to his face.

Klitz raced off the couch, attempting to take the phone out of the other boys hands. He wasn’t able to seeing as Eli decided to hop the back off the couch and run outside. Klitz chased after him but came to a sudden halt at the door. “Fuck this guy.” He said before locking the door to the backyard.

Eli hadn’t realized the situation, still caught up in having the phone. “I’m gonna call your mom.” He threatened. A few buttons on the phone were pressed until he looked up. “It’s kind of cold out here.” He mumbled.

You and Mat stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Eli and Klitz have it out. You wondered how long this could go on for. Knowing the two of them it could be all night. “Klitz he can get sick out there.” You say.

Eli jiggled the doorknob. “Wait.” He glared at Klitz. “It’s cold as fuck out here why would you lock it.” He started knocking on the door. “If I die out here my blood is on YOUR hands.”

Klitz walked away from the door and sat at the table. He motioned at the chairs, telling the two of you to sit. Rather than pulling out a chair you sat yourself on his lap. “How long are you gonna keep him out there?”

“I don’t know, Mat how long should he stay out there?”

“Oh I don’t know Klitzy. Maybe until the frostbite hits.”

Eli banged on the door. “Now you’re on his side?” He raised his voice. Despite acting pissed off, you could see a smile tug at the sides of his lips.”You guys are sick.” He pulled the phone back out and began dialing something and then putting it up to his ear.

You and Klitz exchanged a look. None of you would put it passed him to call 911 at this debacle, which raised some concerns for obvious reasons.

“Hello? Mrs. Klitz?” He stayed silent for a few seconds, awaiting an answer. “Yes, this is Eli, would you like to know what your son just did?” He crossed his arms and started tapping his foot. “He locked me outside in the freezing cold.....I know!....tsk tsk.....oh you want me to tell him that.....well why don’t you just tell him?” Eli looked back up to Klitz. “She wants to talk to you.”

You got yourself off his lap. He rolled his eyes as he unlocked the door. Without hesitation Eli sped inside, dropping the phone on the kitchen table. You grabbed the phone and put it to your ear, the line was silent. Eli didn’t really call his mother. Sly bitch. “There’s no one on the phone.” You say.

“Of course there isn’t.” Klitz said, not removing his eyes from Eli.

Eli fake yawned. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m tired after that.”

Matt and Eli shared an air mattress on the floor while you and Klitz took his bed. The three boys murmured goodnights to each other before the boy you were laying with turned to you. “And goodnight to you gorgeous.” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

#danonation #paul dano #klitz #klitz fanfic #eli brooks #matthew kidman #klitz fluff #the girl next door #klitz x reader #klitzy

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ravendruid · 1 year

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Word: Bonding

Pairing: Team Half-Elf

Hi, thank you so much for the prompt. I apologize for taking so long. I know the prompt was for the three Half-Elves bonding, but writing took a different path. Here is some Vex'ahlia and Keyleth bonding instead, with Vax in the background, being their emotional support Half-Elf.

Vex’ahlia huffs for the tenth time within a minute, rolling her eyes as she trudges through the thick bushes of the forest. She doesn’t know how long it has been since they left camp. All she knows is that they are lost, which is a miracle considering she can always find her bearing in forests. Two other sets of footsteps crunch the ground not far behind her as her brother talks in a hushed voice, surely reassuring Keyleth that Vex doesn’t blame her for them getting lost. Well, he’s wrong. It is Keyleth’s fault that they got lost in the first place. She wanted to help scavenge for food, and her brother followed them, the insufferable, pining puppy he is, incapable of letting them go on their own. Vex would have easily found her way back to camp by now had Keyleth not wandered into a dense fog area. Now they are completely lost, unable to see anything ahead of them.

“You know I can hear you, right?” Vex doesn’t even try to hide her annoyance as she stops abruptly to stare at the two of them, catching Keyleth wiping a tear from her cheek. “It’s getting dark. We should make camp for the night. Hopefully, the fog will lift by the morning, and we will be able to find the others.”

Keyleth tries to step forwards and opens her mouth to say something, but Vex doesn’t give her a chance. She turns around and starts collecting fallen branches and twigs for a fire with a scowl on her face.

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Vex was able to find some food nearby, enough to sustain them for the night. They eat in silence by the campfire that Keyleth lit with her flame hands, a tense atmosphere settling between the three. After a while, Vex informs them that she will take the first watch, and she climbs on a low branch of a tree, trying to survey the area. However, she can’t see anything through the thick fog, so she leans back against the trunk and pretends to pay attention to her surroundings.

Below her, Vax is huddled around Keyleth by the fire, his cloak draped around both of them as she lays her head on his shoulder. Vex curses herself for not having Trinket in her necklace. His warm fur would help combat the cold hard ground they sleep on. Alas, there is no use in crying over spilled milk, so Vex keeps watch from her perch. She is not surprised when, a moment later, her brother takes off his cloak and lays down on the ground, pulling Keyleth to lie on top of him and covering her with it. From a distance, she can’t hear their whispers or see their lips moving, but she’s also not sure she wants to.

Vex thinks back to when they first met in the swamp when Keyleth stumbled upon them and healed Vax with all the kindness in the world as if there was no option other than that. Vex snickers at the thought. Had she been in Keyleth’s place, Vex would have probably left or tried to steal from the strangers. Or worse, she might have finished the job and made sure they wouldn’t come after her for robbing them.

But Vex isn’t Keyleth, and Keyleth isn’t Vex. Keyleth had a mother who loved her – yes, she had left her, but it was her duty to her people and not out of hate for her daughter – and a father who cared fondly for her. What did Vex have? A dead mother and a father who wanted nothing to do with her. Keyleth is kind, not cunning, like Vex. She is the kind of person who steps out of her way to make sure two strangers in a swamp don’t die. Keyleth takes her time to talk to the smaller being, to plants and trees, and animals. She always greets the Sun Tree whenever they use it as a portal, and every night she sits with Trinket and tells him about their day’s adventures.

Vex curses herself again and slides down with a soft thud. Deep down, she knows Keyleth was trying to help earlier, she just wanted to make sure they found food faster, and Vex can’t blame her for that. She can’t blame her brother either, the stupid fool. He saw the two women he loved the most step out into a dark and ominous forest, so of course, he had to follow and make sure they were safe. He would never forgive himself if something happened to them.

“Vex?” Keyleth looks up from Vax’s chest, and Vex’s heart falls to her stomach. Her eyes are swollen from crying, and her face is red from embarrassment.

“Go back to sleep, Keyleth,” Vex’s tone is softer than it ought to be. Maybe she was still a bit mad at Keyleth, not because they were lost, but because she at least had something comfortable to sleep on.

Keyleth, however, does not heed her words and sits up, covering Vax with the cloak. Vex sees the guiltiness in her eyes, the rush of color disappearing from her cheeks, bringing back the soft dots of her freckles. She wants to be mad, but she can’t, not when Keyleth has done so much for her brother, for them, even.

“I’m sorry I got us lost,” Keyleth traces patterns on her boots, avoiding eye contact. Vex can’t blame her. She was nothing but sour to her the entire day.

“It’s fine.”

“It really is not. I should have never come after you. You know forests better than I do, but I–”

“You wanted to help. I get it.” Vex shrugs and groans. She ponders on the next sentence for a few minutes before she speaks it out loud, leaving an acrid taste in her mouth. “I guess I should thank you. If you hadn’t come after me, I would have probably gotten lost on my own, and that would have been worse.”

Vex notices the returning blush on Keyleth’s cheeks and the side glance at Vax. If Vex had gone foraging and got lost by herself, her brother would have been even more insufferable. He probably would have done something even more reckless, like going after her and getting lost by himself too.

“Tomorrow,” Vex continues, ignoring a groan from the ground, “you can turn into an eagle and see if you can find the others from up high, and I’ll try to track from below.”

“Can–Can you teach me how to track?” Keyleth twists the fabric of her skirt in her lap.

“You know how to track.”

“Not as a person. I can turn into Minxie and track, but… what about when I can’t use my abilities anymore?”

Vex has got to admit, Keyleth is right. As much as the druid’s ability to turn into animals is intimidating – and impressing – they take a lot of energy from her. Although, Vex has seen Keyleth practice a lot, noticing an improvement in how long the druid can keep her beast shape.

“Alright, but only after we find the others.”

“Are you two playing nice?” Vax mumbles, one eye peeking from under the cloak.

“Good timing, brother,” Vex smirks, getting to her feet. She takes Vax’s cloak away from him and sets it down on the ground next to Keyleth. “It’s your turn to watch, and I’ll cuddle with your girlfriend.”

Keyleth’s face and neck grow redded than her hair as she is pulled down, her back to Vex’s chest.

“Just a warning: can’t see shit,” Vax mumbles, closing her eyes. She’s barely touching Keyleth. There is a gap between them, but even still, she can feel the heat radiating from her, and Vex quickly realizes why her brother loves cuddling with her so much. Even if they have spent the most recent years in cold climates, they are still from the south, and Vax never endured the cold as well as Vex does.

Vax presses a soft kiss to Keyleth’s temple – Vex suppresses a gag – before he disappears into the canopy above them. He doesn’t wake up Keyleth for her watch. His soft heart cannot bear the thought of her staying awake by herself without being able to see anything ten feet around her, so when morning comes, Vax is exhausted from lack of sleep and to no use in finding their way back.

Thankfully the fog lifts during the early hours of the morning, and Keyleth quickly takes a few swoops in the air while Vex tries to find any traces of their footsteps in the mud. She finds enough evidence of their presence from the previous day, and thanks to Keyleth’s eagle eyes, who see the smoke from their friends’ campfire, Vex now has a direction to start with, so she and Keyleth trudge ahead. As they delve deeper into the forest, the ranger occasionally bends to show Keyleth their tracks while Vax follows them with a prideful smile on his face.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vex'ahlia #keyleth #vax'ildan #prompted #I'm trying something new with tenses. if anyone spots any major mistakes please let me know so I can learn and correct <3 much appreciated.

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yourkeeperoftherunners · 1 year

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Fam

Plot: Your exchange student “brother” from Australia is graduating. Unbeknownst to him, you and your mom have planned to surprise him after his ceremony. It may have been an unexpected meeting, but he considered you family after bonding with you.

Characters: High School Graduate!Felix (SKZ) x Former Exchange Student Host Family!Reader (female), including mentions of other SKZ members.

Rating: PG-13

Notes: Years ago on my birthday, I posted this drabble and it was my first Stray Kids writing ever. While I had a sequel kicking around in my head for some time, I never could get the details together with proper planning and time. My birthday gift to everyone who supported or visited this account.

Many thanks to @xiubaek-13 for answering all of my questions regarding graduation in the Australian high school system!

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“Talking to a secret girlfriend?”

Felix jerked his head up from his phone and looked over his shoulder to see that his sister Olivia trying to read his screen. He shook his head and pointed to the name at the top of the chat. The younger sister peered at the screen and sighed when she saw it was you, AKA the girl who was part of the host family when he went overseas for an exchange program in high school.

“She’s not my secret girlfriend,” Felix said, “She’s kinda like another sister from another country.”

“But you already have two sisters!” Olivia joked, pretending to look hurt. “Does Mum know?”

Before he could respond, the pair were interrupted by their parents, who were calling them to dinner. Olivia headed for the kitchen and Felix quickly shut his phone off and left it on his nightstand.

After he met you when you came home from college one weekend, it had been awkward at first, as you had not been warned about your mom taking in an exchange student while your brother was in Australia. Eventually, both of you found common ground in music and bonded over shared interests during the course of his exchange program. You weren’t always around, due to college, but you had started to stop home to visit your mom and him more often until his last day in your country. Now he was about to graduate from high school and you were finished with college and working a job in a radio station.

“Y/N, thanks for filling in for Jacob,” your manager said as he stopped you in the hallway. “If you’d like, we can slot you in for mixing on some of our newer programs.”

“Thanks,” you responded. “I’m definitely interested. Oh, before I forget, did you see my e-mail about vacation?”

He pulled out his work phone and checked the e-mails for the information. His thumb pressed your e-mail and he nodded as he looked up. “Yeah that’s fine with me. Jacob said he’s starting to feel better and we should have enough people to cover for you. Where you going?”

“Australia,” you shared.

“Funny, I always wanted to go,” your manager mused. “Don’t forget a jacket - it ain’t summer there – they get winter now. Real confusing from what I’ve heard.”

You gave a mock salute and walked to your desk to retrieve your bag. You pulled out your car keys and checked your phone for missed messages.

Mom

Hi honey, are you bringing your shampoo in your checked bag? I couldn’t remember if you said you were or if you were relying on the travel sized bottles. Sent 15:31 PM

Y/N

Hi mom, yes I’m checking my shampoo – we can share so you don’t have to waste room in your suitcase. Also packing the same lotion you use. Sent 19:07 PM

Do you need me to pick anything else up on the way home? Sent 19:07 PM

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“So who’s coming?”

“Mum, Dad, my sisters,” Felix mused as he ticked off the names of people coming to the graduation. “Nana and Granddad said they can’t make it, but that’s okay.”

“I really wish I could make it,” Chan sighed as he moved the phone to his other ear. “I’m really sorry about my schedule – work said I had it off, but then they tell me someone’s got an emergency and I have to cover.”

Felix shook his head and insisted it was fine. “It’s just high school, no big deal.”

“But didn’t you get, like, honors too or something?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Felix replied. “We can hang afterwards.”

“Auntie and Uncle taking you for dinner? Where you guys going?” Chan asked.

“Umm not sure actually,” Felix confessed. “They said it was a surprise, but that I’ll really like it.”

Chan paused and he crinkled his brows after hearing his cousin’s reply. Surprise dinner? To him that was a little odd – come to think of it, he couldn’t recall the last time his aunt and uncle pulled off some kind of surprise before. Not that they were bad at keeping surprises or something, but he didn’t think surprising people or their own kids was their style.

“Did we lose connection?” Felix asked.

Chan quickly apologized and explained he spaced out for a moment. “I’m sure it will be fun, wherever they planned dinner I mean. Hey, I’ll let you go – I need to work on a sample for Binnie. He’s trying to work on something for a deadline and wanted my help.”

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“You have the address right?”

You waved your phone around and with your free hand, you retrieved a physical print-out of the directions from your bag. “I know how you are about using my phone and the possibility of a bad signal or something, so I killed a tree and brought the directions on a printout.”

Mom relaxed when she heard your response and followed you to the rental car area to pick up the car. “It’s a shame we can’t attend the actual ceremony, but rules are rules. I heard that extended family were limited as well!”

“Think about it Mom,” you said as you searched for the shuttle to the rental car office. “If every student invited their whole extended family, they would run out of viewing room for the event. It’s not like back home where they sometimes rent a bigger venue to do the ceremony.” You found the stop for the rental car shuttle and waited near the attendant’s post for the next one to arrive.

Mom put her bag down next to yours and she checked her watch for the time. “We should have enough time to stop at the hotel, freshen up, and then get to dinner. Oh that reminds me, I need to text your father and brother about where to find the meals I left them.”

“Maybe tell them to open a window in case they burn the food,” you joked.

“Your brother did try to improve his cooking,” your mom reminded you. “His exchange mother told me she had him in the kitchen every night for dinner.”

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“I gotta admit, that was kinda boring,” Han confessed once the ceremony ended. He loosened his tie and looked over at Felix who was trying to find his family. “Doing anything afterwards?”

“Dinner,” Felix replied. “You?”

“Probably gonna eat at home and work on some tracks I’ve had in my drafts,” Han confessed. “Dad’s working late and Mom didn’t want to go out without him, so I said we can skip the fancy dinner.” He watched as Felix looked around for his family and nudged him. “You know they’re not here, right? I’m talking about your exchange student family, not your real one.”

“I didn’t think they could make it,” Felix confessed. “Y/N’s got a job and her mom’s got the brother back. Y/N’s dad travels a lot for work too, so yeah. I really didn’t see him all the time when I stayed with them.”

“Ah but I’m sure they’re happy for you,” Han added. “Hey, take pics of your food – I wanna live vicariously through you while I eat cold pizza at home.”

“Why not order fresh?”

“Don’t wanna toss the leftovers – it’s Domino’s!” Han protested.

Felix rolled his eyes and bid his friend goodbye as he pushed his way through the sea of students trying to find their parents and family. He spotted Olivia and made a beeline for the seating area where they were.

“Dad’s getting the car so we can just go to the restaurant,” Olivia explained. “Don’t ask me for spoilers – I don’t know and Rachel doesn’t either. We’re all in the dark about where we’re going for dinner.”

“Wonder what the big secret is with this place,” Felix murmured.

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“Felix was that Han next to you at the ceremony?”

“Um yeah Mum, he’s not doing anything tonight,” Felix explained. “Said his parents weren’t able to make plans, but he’s okay with it I guess.”

“Aww I wish we had known – he could have joined us,” Mrs. Lee sighed.

“I’m not sure they would have accommodated the last minute change to the reservation though,” Mr. Lee reminded his wife. “Hey, I’ll let you out here and I’ll go park. It should be under my name.”

Felix followed his sisters out of the car and Mrs. Lee headed to the entrance to check in. He held the door open for his sisters and a couple leaving the restaurant, then entered the restaurant. The place didn’t look familiar and the name didn’t ring a bell. He tried to recall if any of his friends talked about any hot restaurants they wanted to try some day, but gave up when none came to mind.

“Yes we can seat you now and when your husband gets here, we can direct him to your table,” the host explained. He picked up some menus and and asked the family to follow him. “Some of your party already checked in.”

What?

Felix frowned when he heard that comment and he hurried to follow the host. That couldn’t be right. His grandparents, aunts, and uncles couldn’t come today and even Cousin Chan wasn’t available. (Unless the latter lied and brought their mutual friend Changbin as a surprise.)

The host rounded the corner and stepped to the side while using his free arm to gesture to the table in front of him. Felix stopped short once he rounded the corner and he blinked when he saw who was sitting at the reserved table.

Your mom stood up from her seat and smiled warmly at Felix, before greeting Mrs. Lee and thanking her for the invitation. You pushed yourself out of your chair and started to make your way around the table, but were crushed by Felix running to give you a big hug.

“I thought you were working,” Felix half-whispered.

“Got time off and Mom had some travel points to use,” you explained. “Your mom invited us but wanted to make it a big surprise.”

Olivia nudged Rachel and shook her head. “Told you he replaced us.”

“What?!” Felix sputtered. “I did not!”

“I’m just his host family pen pal I guess,” you responded with a shrug. “Believe me, he talked a lot about both of you and how much he missed you. Wish I could have said the same for my brother, but yeah.”

Your mom threw you a cross look and you sighed as you mumbled that your brother was okay. “I’ll pretend I care about the little gremlin,” you sighed. You looked over at Felix’s sisters and added that they were lucky to have him as a brother.

The pair exchanged a look and Rachel pretended to look thoughtful. “Well come to mention it, we were thinking of trading him in–”

“Hey!” Felix protested.

“We’re only kidding Lix,” Olivia reassured him. “Come on, let’s order – I’m hungry.”

Felix took a seat next to you and cupped his hand under his chin. “So what’s new since I left?”

#Stray Kids Felix #SKZ Felix #Lee Felix #SKZ AU #yourkeeperoftherunners original #tw: exchange student #tw: international travel #number 3202

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cherryluvrx3 · 4 months

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meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 2

It’s been two days since I ordered that pizza and it’s been two days having that smug brat with the nametag “Dave” stuck in my brain.

Honestly I don’t know why I keep thinking about him.

Maybe because it’s been a while since a guy who wasn’t Gamzee has been nice to me or played along with my jokes? Or that he actually seems like a cool guy? Oh geez he is genuinely cool and he knows it. That’s probably why he seems so full of himself- but it’s like you can’t get mad because he has good REASON to be full of himself. I haven’t talked to anyone new my age since I was like a sophomore. The friends I have now are cool of course but I need to start making new bonds! New memories! I’m a senior! I should be talking to more people- well they preferably should be ones from my school but guys who work at Pizza Hut could also work!

Well anyways, as I was saying before, Mr. Dave who works at Pizza Hut has been on the brain and unfortunately for me, my friends also see him as a golden opportunity for me to open up the romance section of my life. So, he, a guy who doesn’t know us, and a guy who we don’t even know has become a recurring topic that my friends can’t just leave alone. Well I guess they’re just trying to help me get a boyfriend.. but still!

——— two days ago..

After I closed the door, I was already prepared to listen to the four dickbags I call friends tease and mock me till the sun goes down, well actually, three guys because Terezi’s sole focus was tearing up the pizza she just snatched from my hands.

“OoooH! Would you look at that? I think someone actually has a little crush?” Roxy giggled as she pulled out cups. “Oh my- shut up Rox. I literally just met the guy, saying I have a ‘crush’ is total delusion.” I grumbled snatching a cup from her.

“Really? Then what was with how you were acting hmm?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “You were totally trying to impress him by ‘acting’ cool and don’t lie! You tried to drag out the conversation just to talk to him more!” Roxy smiled slyly and bumped me with her hip. I tried to hide the embarrassment on my face by digging my head in the fridge, pretending to look for something.

“Mhm! If you ask me -” “No one’s asking-” “I THINK! That adorable, nervous way you were acting was totally a purrfect example of having a crush!” “I'M JUST NATURALLY SHY!” I shout to Nepeta as I see her already adding Dave and editing her mental shipping chart. “Says the guy who’s currently blowing a motherfucker’s ear off..” Gamzee groaned as he was right next to me when I yelled. “Ah sorry..”

“Yeah right they have a crush on that guy! He’s ugly just like I thought!” Terezi laughed while still chewing all the food stuffed in her mouth.

“...”

“Uh…Rezi?.. You’re blind ‘member..? Roxy awkwardly laughed.

“Okay and!? I can just tell! He has like- ugly energy y'know? I can smell it on him!” she said defensively, again, with food in her mouth.

“If you can smell anything on him it’s probably fuckin’ pizza grease.” I grumbled.

“I thought he was purrty cute right?” Nepeta asked Gamzee who was chugging a bottle of faygo that he pulled out of nowhere. “Hmm… he wasn’t too bad… the shades make him look a little douche-y though..” He murmured, now more focused on getting some sausage slices before Terezi ate them all.

“So?” Roxy slid next to me with a sly smile.

“So...?”

“Well are ya gonna try to get to know him or not?” She asked in a somewhat exasperated tone. I sighed before speaking, “Ok, lets say, hypothetically, I have somewhat of an interest in getting to know him- as a friend, literally how would I do that?” I asked before taking a bite of a slice that looked… extra burnt?

“I think they fucked up on the peperoni..” Gamzee pointed out how it was much more.. toasty. “Shit, I’ll eat it!” Terezi said, snatching up the most burnt piece and biting into it like nothing.

“..anyways!” Roxy said, bringing me back into the convo. “You can uh..hm..call? Right now? and complain about the burnt pizza so he can come give us a replacement?”

“Girl that’s not flirty, that's just asking for a new pizza.” I deadpanned. “Besides, it's not all burnt and it doesn't seem like Terezi minds eating it- god her jaw just unhinges like a snake..”

“Well you can call tomorrow for pizza to eat?” Nepeta offered. “Fuck I look like? A ninja turtle? I’m not eating pizza for two days in a row.” “Okay! How about like two days from now?” She pouted before shoving a cinnabon in her mouth.

“Hmm..”

“It’s the best ‘natural’ option ya got. A motherfucker gots to take chances if they wanna sniff the sweet aroma of the thorn covered flower we call love.” Gamzee patted my shoulder. “Ugh don’t let him start preaching again!” Terezi groaned, face planted on the table, clearly sick from overeating.

“I guess that’s what I’ll try..” I sighed.

———- present…

Okay.. it’s two days from now and I should call. But what do I say? Order a pizza duh! I mean when he actually gets here what do I say? I gotta stand out compared to all the other guys around town he delivers to know? But I also can’t make it super obvious I wanna get to know him because that’s… like.. creepy…

ding!

Roxy <3

-You call yet?

Tezi >:]

-if you’re gonna do it, don't pussy out!

Ugh! If I keep worrying about the details I'll never get anywhere. I’ll call now. Right now.

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Dave sighed and blew off the imaginary dust from the counter for the third time. John keeps this place really clean.. he wished he didn’t though… no, not really. It’s more like he wanted something to do. Today was a really slow day. Only thing he could do was count the seconds or annoy Karkat but he already over did it today, the guy seemed like he was on his last thread for real. Best if he didn’t go in the back for a bit and just let Karkat make his pizzas. It was sort of therapeutic for him? In a weird way?

Whatever.

He just wanted something to do.

Normally he could just talk to Aradia who was covering John’s shift but she was out on delivery right now. Even though she was always a bit weird to talk to, that's how desperate he was for something to do.

He sighed again.

…

….

Ring ring-

He never picked up a phone so fast.

“This is Pizza Hut, what can I do for you?”

“Yeah uh.. Can I get a delivery of a small pepperoni pizza?”

“Alright.. Anything else?”

“Uhm yeah can you...”

“Uh uh?”

“Can you..ugh.. make sure to send your cutest delivery boy again? Ok thanks bye!”

and the call ended.

Oh.

Must be that one guy from before. Last time Dave went he saw their friends peeking around the corner so he could figure out that the poor guy’s friends just set them up. Does that mean they’re doing it again? Already feels a bit like an old joke to play so soon but whatever, at least he had something to do.

A few minutes later Aradia came in looking as.. Aradia like as ever.

“Hey Aradia?”

“Yes, Dave?”

“We got another order for delivery but uh.. can I take it and you’ll man the cashier?”

“Hm.. alright.” Aradia said and just tossed the keys to him which he of course caught perfectly in a cool kid manor and he was out the door.

#homestuck x reader #homestuck #dave strider x reader #karkat vantas x reader #davekat

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truckreincarnation · 6 months

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To Quote Wendy Williams, "THE KILLER IS ESCAPING!" | Bian Le | Trial 3.1 | ATTN: Shin | RE: Esmee, Manami

"I... I think I know who the third person is. Well, not exactly who. But I can narrow it down and put some label on it...?"

Bian speaks up suddenly. Her voice is still small, and it wavers silently, but she seems to be stable enough to keep going. After her outbursts in the past trial, she's doing everything she can to stay calm and not fall back into panic.

"It mostly hinges on what I saw, and what others have claimed to see. I'd have to hear from Shin to confirm a few things, but for now... I should start with my own testimony.

...I was in the storage room alone from 7 to 8:15PM. There were so few memories left, and I was worried that mine would be next. Mine is... it's very graphic, is all I feel comfortable sharing. I wanted to be alone if it hit, so I chose a place I didn't think anyone would go. This means that whoever took the lance Manami, Esmee and I found broken in the storage room had to come after that point.

After that, I left for the fountain area. Nao was there, so I said hi. I also saw Avery and Theophania, but they were having a conversation, so I didn't want to interrupt. I was only there for about two minutes.

After, I left for the smithy, and I stayed there until the body was found. I got there at about 8:18PM. I talked with the Smith for some time. I saw a few people come and go, interestingly. Vee got there at around 8:40PM, and joined our chat. It was a very tame conversation, all things considered. Vee then left at 9:20PM. I decided to just draw in silence while the Smith worked,,, parallel play does wonders...

I was alone again until 10:02, when Nao came by. I showed them my drawing, and then looked around at the Smith's items for a bit. They didn't buy anything, though. They were gone 10:15. Only ten minutes later, at 10:25, Shin showed up for a moment. I assume he could sense Frank was in danger since they were bond mates. He ran off, and only three minutes later was the body found.

The only question I have is how long was Shin searching? This might narrow things down, but... we'll have to see."

With her testimony out of the way, Bian starts to sketch something out in her journal, nodding to herself.

"I'll be blunt. The killer had to be the "third unknown person." Esmee and Manami are completely correct. There's many reasons for this... but I can explain it.

For one, Meili died at 10:23, and Shin found the body only five minutes later. Frank was never killed, too. This seems... off to me. It's a fortunate coincidence that Frank can't remember anything, yes? You would think the killer would make sure to take Frank out too. They could've falsely assumed he died already, but still... that's a giant risk to take... unless the killer somehow knew Frank wouldn't remember this, leaving him alive was extremely risky.

And with how narrow the timeframe was, I don't know if the killer could've left the scene before Shin arrived. That's a five minute time frame, which may be doable, but I can't imagine the killer immediately taking off. They likely would've been trying to clean up, dispose evidence- anything else. They also could've been waiting to see if Frank passed naturally- means less of a headache or evidence against them....

We tested this, and the killer could've been caught with the fountain's secret entrance open. They likely had to be careful. Which leads me to my next point... the killer had to use hide in plain sight. They could've also used it during the murder or right after to be safe, too. This way, if the body was found, they could easily run out and come in while pretending to have an alibi.

Not only that- the murder itself started in the fountain room, up the stairs. We all saw the damage there... the killer could've hid in plain sight there with how visible the room is. Just in case somebody went in, right? They also could've been trying to sneak up on Frank and Meili. There's many possibilities, but... they all suggest hiding in plain sight.

If that isn't enough... why else would someone hide in plain sight at the scene of the crime right after it took place? If someone came so close to the time of the murder to hide in plain sight, then they had to have seen the killer. An accomplice is pointless, because it's all risk and no reward, especially when getting the killer wrong still puts the accomplice at risk. If someone stayed behind for other reasons, that'd only cast false suspicion on them... the killer has to be the third person."

Bian stares back down at her journal, frowning, before suddenly turning the pages to the end- opening up the magic journal.

"I almost forgot... this isn't relevant to my point, but Frank and Meili made plans in the journal after Frank's memory was shared. They were going to play music together. It's right in there if you look..."

#Bian #trial3 #submission

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smokysleepyeyes · 2 years

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Hello,

I know this is not a usual report mail but it has been brought to our attention that for a while now, a group of delusional fans (who call themselves taekookers) were plotting on mass mailing, protesting and complaining about the bond between Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. They have reportedly been expressing their disappointment through mails asking to keep the two members apart, ( as the sight of them didn’t fulfill their fantasies).

Responding positively to their demands just allows them to sink deeper into their sea of delusions. As an ARMY who is Jimin and Jungkook biased, it saddens me and many ARMY like me, to see that one way or another, the claims of such so-called fans have been taken into consideration.

We have been trying to ignore it for some time now and pretend there was no issue. But as time passes, everything looks forced and unnatural, I don’t know what goes into some fans minds to be furious or pretend to be furious about that matter. Giving in to their pretentious requests is a form of discrimination not only towards the members but also towards those who love them (aka Jimin and Jungkook stans).

It is difficult to pretend that, from the beginning of this year up until the month of July, we weren’t able to properly see Jimin and Jungkook in the same frame (or just being their usual self) compared to last year. Knowing that a group of delusional people showed their lack of sanity through emails addressed to you, demanding to “not allow certain interactions between the two members as it breaks their fantasies and snaps them our of the delusional fairytales”.

If you agreed to those mails to reduce the hate addressed to the two idols, I would like to inform you that in no type of way the hate was toned down. if anything it made Jimin and Jungkook the subject of more hate, bullying and mockery surprisingly( but not so surprisingly) by the same group of people.

Following that, many brands have been harassed by those people, claiming the brands are trying to hide the "truth". the same brands had to post heart breaking messages to ask the fandom to stop harassing them in private messages.

During the Paris Fashion Week they also bullied some of the attendees for not confirming their delusions related to Taehyung. It is sad to see how a mentally unstable group of people is still allowed to spread hatred and be given attention, instead of being shut down and sued for literal hate crimes and cyber-bullying.

They were subtle years ago, but listening to their requests only fuelled more deranged behaviour. They are spreading lies and edits of things that never happened, invite new people into the fandom through those same lies, so much that at some point it is starting to resemble a cultist circle.

As a Jimin and Jungkook biased Army, I and many others are still trying to find a logical reason for why wouldn’t our biases be allowed to be themselves, the same usual self they used to be for years up until just last year, why does it feel like they are supervised for every single thing they do including just standing in the same perimeter, while other members are allowed to be natural and free.

The BTS fandom is the biggest fandom and we are seeing requests from the tiny minority and even anti-fans being taken into consideration. This is NOT OK. Why do you try to please a group of haters and people who only know BTS by pictures when actual fans who know the music and the members welcome the boys closeness with open arms?

I can speak for myself when I say that since 2017 my source of joy was seeing our boys together, and seeing Jimin and Jungkook together completed my happiness and serenity. I also know that many other ARMY find their happiness through seeing the Busan princes together laughing, having fun together with other members or not.

Prioritizing the idols' mental wellness should come first and before other people’s beliefs and disagreements. Opinions of haters can’t be stopped and if you give weight to such opinions, that would lead people to believe they have the right to manipulate idol's lives and thoughts.

Just because a bunch of trolls don't like seeing Jimin and Jungkook standing next to each other, it doesn’t mean that is a reason to keep them apart. That same group of people have accounts such as “Taekook-lives” on YouTube and “TKGlobal” on Twitter where they share false rumors and make up fictional stories making others believe in a reality they created.

We, real fans and this fandom are already accepting of our bangtan boys. When they decided to do solo projects to show us their different colors and express their thoughts through lyrics, it brought such a warm feeling in our hearts. It is already 2022 and one should be able to openly talk about their own thoughts and do what feels right without being judged or be restricted in fear of others judgment.

I wouldn’t want my biases to be under control and put their mental health at risk because of a bunch of delusional antifans and people that still live in 1960. We as a society are trying to advance.

It is really heartbreaking to feel that Jimin and Jungkook have more ropes tied around them in comparison with the other members. We want to see them truly happy again, being playful, being themselves, they don’t have to be separated or put under the radar.

Actually this applies to all seven of the members, we are no longer in a time where expressing oneself could lead to disasters, this fandom is consisted of more and more open-minded people in a different age range that are more than accepting of the boys revealing the colors they feel most comfortable in.

I would like to please ask you to be considerate of this mail and give it some sincere thoughts. We love our bangtan boys and we love Jimin and Jungkook no matter what the hateful minority likes to say about them.

Hopefully my words reach you in a peaceful way as I tried to convey my own thoughts and those of many other ARMY who expressed it through posts, through blogs or through private messages.

Sincerely,

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crimes-self-ships · 2 years

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lmao thinking about the scale of how fast my f/os and i started liking each other. like it’s

habit- frederick - dark - shōta - yancy

and just. a scale from got murdered to love at first sight is just about as extreme as you can get.

#a crimes original #since i rarely talk about the actual stories i’m just gonna explain how i’d say i met them in the tags here working down the scale #and side note before i begin idk if shō and dark should swap placements or not they’re pretty similar in scale terms #but with yancy it’s pretty close to ahwm canon. i get thrown in jail w/actor but then i just fuckin tell him like. dude. i’m not breaking #out of prison. wtf. we just got here i want to chill. and yancy’s like :D nice!! but mark still tries to talk to jimmy n gets punched and #the song still happens where i’m like oh damn this guys a theatre kid i have a crush already shit but yancy doesn’t really understand what #he’s feeling at first and i’m v much in denial so we still go thru an annoyingly long pining phase #shōta saved my life when i moved to japan (…obv this is more self insert than me but yknow) and we had some language gaps bc i’m still #learning japanese so he asks hizashi to make sure i’m okay and the two of us end up becoming friends and i hang out with shōta by proxy and #we just slowly bond that way (with hizashi desperately trying to get us together but we’re both idiots)#with dark it isn’t so much dislike as it is apprehension. following canon i’m the DA so i knew the twins beforehand but i don’t know how #much of them are still in there but i’m still an impulsive dumbass so i ignore that and desperately try to seek him out and he’s so fuckin #confused like. why. how much of this do you understand. are you trying to do something or..? when he finally lets me talk to him we #get closer and end up falling for each other that way #with frederick. i should say my s/i for this is will’s niece who’s about the same age as him bc his brother is way older than him. anyway we #meet when we go to visit will and bump into fred on the street and me and him are immediately like. oh i do not like you. and just start #insulting each other in that fun bantery way enemies to lovers ppl do. after the gideon incident i’m one of the only people who actually #really visits him to make sure he’s okay but he thinks i’m just putting him and we keep the banter stuff up. it’s not until will’s in BSP #and fred realizes han is a killer that we really bond cause im one of the few people that believes will #the two of us bond trying to pretend we don’t know anything while also trying to find some proof about it #and habit… it’s important to note reincarnation is a thing in his source it’s just ppl don’t usually remember and its probably just limited #to this one group of ppl but rip to them bc im different ❤️ but yeah he killed me and then i slowly start remembering my past life and start #researching him trying to figure out why i can’t remember it and what this all means and he hears that im trying to look into him and #basically this is a slow burn over many life times where we eventually end up dating lol

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Inconvenient Heat {Alpha!Marcus Pike x F!Omega!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, talks of heat/ruts, suppressants, pheromones, marking/mating/bonding, brief mention of suicide, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, cream pie

Comments: You are on an op with Marcus Pike, posing as a bonded Alpha/Omega. Marcus is a Beta, pretending to be an Alpha, or so you thought. When your biology betrays you and overrides the suppressants both of you are taking, you enter an inconvenient heat.

A/N: The idea of Alpha!Marcus Pike just wouldn’t leave us so here you go!

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

Co-written with @juletheghoul

Moodboard by @wardenparker

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

“So we are to be undercover, posing as a bonded Alpha and Omega.” You chew on your lip as you read the file, not wanting to insult Marcus by pointing out the obvious flaw with this plan.

He isn’t an Alpha.

You had never picked up a whiff of pheromones off the attractive man, and you had tried when you were close to a heat. You look up across the conference room table to glance over at the man in question who was to play your ‘mate’. “What do you think?” You ask, wanting to know his thoughts on it before you try finding an alternative method. “Do you think this will work?”

You left the words unsaid ‘with you being a beta, posing as an Alpha’, and you watched his reaction. He smiled pleasantly, everything Marcus did was pleasant.

It was really a shame he wasn’t an alpha, you would have asked him to mate you long ago.

Marcus looks back down at the file and then at the director. “This should be doable. There are scents available if I need to give off an ‘Alpha’ vibe while we are outside the home, but the true goal is surveillance, right?” He shrugs and tosses you a crooked smile. One that says that he is used to being questioned. “It shouldn’t be too difficult to live with me. I’ll even make sure to put the toilet seat down.”

You knew about those Alpha scents, had purchased a bottle of the stuff to help you through your heats, they helped a great deal. Being an unmated Omega wasn’t so bad, most of the time anyway. You were lost in thoughts of what it would be like to be mated to a man like Marcus when the director clapped his hands together.

“Perfect, I want both of you on this. You have a day to prepare and then you’re both off to the safehouse. Let my secretary know what you need.” He spoke imperiously as he strode out of the conference room, leaving the two of you alone.

Marcus sits for another minute, fidgeting slightly before he clears his throat. “This is okay with you, right?” He asks softly, not wanting you to be uncomfortable with this. “I mean, if you want, I can talk to him, see if someone else can work with me.”

“Of course Marcus, I think we make a great team. Don’t you?” You give him a big smile, trying your best to look sincere. “Unless you want to work with someone else?” He seems nervous and suddenly you’re wondering whether he’s okay with this whole situation.

“No!” He blurts out, flushing slightly and looking away before he shakes his head. “I mean, no. I don’t want to work with someone else.” He doesn’t really, he likes and respects you. Too much and that was some of the problem. You thought he was a Beta, and he most definitely was not.

You smile brightly at him. “Perfect, I’ll make a list of what we might need and email it over to you, add whatever I’m missing.” You gathered your files as you made your way out of the room. “Good luck on that debrief later.” You left him alone with his thoughts.

Marcus chews his lip and looks at the door before he stands. If he was going to be in a house with you on a mission, he needed to make sure that he had his supply of suppressants refilled. He didn’t want to run out of them and let you discover that you had believed that he was a Beta when he was in fact, an Alpha. He taps the file and picks it up before he follows you out of the conference room.

You had debated on whether or not to bring your special toy with you on the stakeout. Part of you knew it was better to be prepared, but the other part of you knew you weren’t due for a heat for a while. Reluctantly - you left it at home.

The drive over was pleasant enough, Marcus was sweet and funny - charming to a fault. He had brought you a coffee and was chatting pleasantly. The time flew by and before you knew it, you had arrived at the safehouse.

It is surprisingly homey and for a moment you could pretend that you were a mated couple going away for the weekend but the thought didn’t last. You’d barely set your bags down before Marcus was pulling out the folders full of intel, profiles and last known locations for the men you’re supposed to be watching.

“So we, uh- we are a relatively newly bonded pair.” He offers, glancing up at you before he hands you a file. “Figured that might make our cover a little easier. Why we stay inside a lot.”

He searches your eyes to make sure that it’s okay with you. When you nod slightly, he gives you a smile with a huff of laughter. “Good.”

He wishes he didn’t have these feelings for you. Didn’t love the way you smile or your eyes light up when you discover something on a case. He had learned that oftentimes he was over eager even for an alpha, so after his divorce, he had gone on suppressants and just let everyone believe that he was a normal beta. Because of that, you wouldn’t be interested in him, so it was useless, not willing to risk scaring you off like he had his ex wife, like Teresa.

“Makes sense, we’d be all over each other.” You laugh awkwardly, but your stomach does a little dive at the thought of it. Snap out of it, you think to yourself, it would never work. “So what’s the plan?” You shake yourself out of your daydreams and focus on work.

Marcus grins. “We’ll get the surveillance equipment set up, order some dinner and then we can settle in.” He nods towards the stairs. “I figured you could have the master bedroom since it has an en-suite, for privacy.”

The tips of his ears turn red, imagining you coming down the hallway wrapped in a towel. Shaking it off, he looks at you. “Sound good?”

“That’s very sweet of you.” You can see the flush on his skin and it’s lovely. “I’ll go and get settled quickly. Want to shower and change before we order. Be back in a few.” You leave him at the table.

The room is cozy and spacious and it takes a few minutes to unpack your things. You wonder what he thought about this whole thing while you shower, wondering about the man himself - you had heard the office gossip of course. That he’d been married, that it hadn’t worked out and that he had transferred over shortly after but as far as you were concerned gossip was gossip.

You focus on what an amazing agent he is, on how well he treats everyone in the office. Well, most of the time anyway, when you weren’t thinking about how handsome he is. When you came downstairs he was hunched over his laptop, you stood beside him to see the menu of the local restaurant on the screen, towel still in your hair.

“Hey.” He leans back and points to the screen. “Do you like Thai?” He asks looking up at you and trying not to blurt out how pretty you are with a towel twisted in your hair. That would seem creepy.

“Yeah I love it.” You tell him making him smile, happy that he had chosen something you would eat. “Okay. I, uh, I’m gonna go take a shower and get unpacked. Do you mind ordering? I wrote down what I want.” He stands and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet to had you his credit card. “I’ll pay and then just fill an expense report when we are done with the op.”

“Sounds great -“ you quickly scan the menu as he puts the credit card down. “-food should be here by the time you're done.” You are dialing the number when you hear the bathroom door close.

Marcus sighs, opening up his travel bag and taking out the bottle of suppressants to shake one out into his hand. Popping it into his mouth while the water for the shower warmed up.

“It’s only an op.” He reminds himself, pulling out the alpha scent that looked like a regular cologne bottle. While it was true all he had to do was stop taking the suppressants and his natural pheromones would start coming through again, he didn’t want to possibly ruin the op. Bad enough that he was distracted by how pretty you and how fucking good you smell.

Showering quickly. He pulls on gray sweats and a white t-shirt, hesitating for a second before he spritzes the scent on his glands, his nose wrinkling slightly at the unfamiliar scent. His is much more appealing in his personal opinion.

The scent hits you before you see him and you almost moan. You look up to see him walking over to you casually and you feel yourself flush lightly. You have to remind yourself to calm down, this is just an op and he’s playing a part. It doesn’t stop your nipples from hardening though.

“F-Foods here.” Your voice cracks slightly and you take a deep breath. This is ridiculous. Your heat isn’t due for another couple of weeks and he doesn’t feel the same way about you. You hand him his food without meeting his eyes. God, he smells so good.

Just because he is on suppressants doesn't mean he doesn’t enjoy your reaction to smelling the pheromones that are pulsing with every beat of his heart. He would prefer if it was your reaction to his, but he can’t help that.

“Smells great.” He smiles, taking the box from you. “Want me to grab you a drink? They stocked the fridge, there’s some sodas in there.”

“Uh.. yeah. Thanks.” You have to remember to breathe. You can do this. Focus on the food and not the outline of his dick in those sweatpants. ‘Jesus, what is wrong with me?’ “Here you go.” He smiles as he hands you the drink and you feel embarrassed. Hoping against hope he didn’t see you staring at him.

He sits down and pops the lid to his meal open and grabs a pair of the disposable chopsticks they had thrown in the bag. Grabbing a mouthful of the noodles, he chews them while he looks over at you poking at your food. The urge to encourage you to eat is strong, but he bites his tongue on that.

Instead he lifts a brow. “So how have you managed to stay unbonded?” He asks, curious as to why no alpha had claimed you.

It’s hard to concentrate on the food but you do your best to shake it off.

“Oh um. Well I was interested in one Alpha, but he bonded with someone else while I was training. Ever since then I’ve been too focused on work I suppose. Haven’t really found an Alpha that’s been looking to bond.” You ate a bit as you spoke, trying to focus on how good it tasted but the smell he’d sprayed is making it impossible.

“Tell me about yourself.” You say, giving a forced smile.

He frowns for a second, looking down at the food and deciding how much he should tell you. “Well, you know I was married. Divorced now, obviously.”

What you didn’t know was his ex had broken the bond between them. It had nearly crippled him with depression and for a while there he had honestly thought death was better.

“Not meant to be I guess.” He shrugs it off as if it wasn’t the worst year of his life. “She said I was too intense. After that, I was engaged. But she chose anot- an Alpha.” He barely catches himself before he said ‘another’

Your heart breaks for him, it must have hurt him immensely to be discarded by this woman for an Alpha.

“I’m so sorry to hear that Marcus. She shouldn’t have made the commitment to you if she wasn’t ready.” You thought about his words, too intense? You’d never heard of Betas being overly intense with their partners but you suppose there were exceptions to every rule. He really didn’t strike you as the type.

“How long has it been? Think you’re ready to get back out there? You seem like you’d make an amazing mate.” He looks up at you and you flush. The heat is licking up your face, spreading throughout your limbs and you can’t eat. You push the food away, defeated.

He barely stops himself from making a pleased growl at your words. That made him cock his head in thought. The inner Alpha clamoring for your approval.

“It’s been…long enough.” He says after a moment before he points at your food. “You need to eat.” His tone drops for a second before his eyes widen. “I mean- I thought you were hungry.”

Something in his voice, in the commanding tone goes directly to your cunt. Your Omega luxuriating in what she perceives to be an Alpha taking care of you, making sure you are fed. You almost mewl.

“I’m not hungry, Al- Marcus.” You barely catch yourself.

It's just the spray, your body is playing tricks on you.

“I think I should head to bed.” His eyes stop you. There was something glinting in them - something that made your heart race. “Are you okay?” It is a flash of something and then it is gone. His features arrange themselves into his regular pleasant smile.

Marcus nods “okay. Sleep well.” He waits until your back is turned before he frowns, hoping that he hadn’t done something to make you uncomfortable.

He shakes off the feeling and decides to put the rest of the food away. You were a grown woman and could decide when and if you were hungry. Attributing that second where his Alpha had come out to the spray, he sighs and throws the containers in the fridge before he locks up the house.

He walks upstairs reminding himself that while you are an Omega, it’s not his place to take care of you.

You made your way to the master bedroom in a daze, the smell seeming to follow; torturing you. You found yourself mindlessly gathering all of the blankets in the room, making the bed as soft as you could in order to sleep.

You are shocked at how wet you are when you use the bathroom before bed. If you didn’t know any better you would have guessed that you were entering your heat but it didn’t make any sense. You know you aren’t due and there is no reason for you to go into one early. The spray Marcus used smells good and it calls to your inner Omega sure, but it isn’t enough to cause this kind of reaction.

You lay in your little make-shift nest and scold yourself for not bringing your toy, hoping against hope that you were wrong about what is happening. Luckily Marcus wouldn’t be affected. Silver linings.

Marcus wakes up, sweaty and disheveled with the biggest precum stain on his boxers that he’s had since he was a teenager. If he wasn’t sure, he would have thought he had a wet dream.

Stumbling to the bathroom he downs another suppressant, wondering if it’s just his body’s way of reminding him that he hasn’t been laid in a long time, even longer since he’s had a proper rut.

A deep growl rumbles out of his chest, making his eyes widen as his inner alpha immediately jumps at the idea of a rut with you. Cock throbbing painfully as he imagines being twisted together with you in a nest, keeping you filled with him. “Fuck.”

He turns on the shower, keeping the water as icy as he can get it and strips off his boxers to step under the spray, hoping to quell the fire in his loins.

You wake up with gasp, your pajamas are damp with sweat, your underwear sticking to you from the amount of slick that has drooled out of you in your sleep.

There is something wrong. This isn’t supposed to happen yet and if you didn’t get it under control you would be in agony for a couple of days, making you absolutely useless to Marcus.

Marcus. You thought about him and another wave of slick pools at your entrance at the thought of him in his sweatpants. At the Alpha smell he wore, your inner Omega luxuriates, uncoiling and readying herself for what she thinks is an Alpha. You have to get it under control, a cool glass of water and a cold shower might help. You check the clock and it is late enough to risk it.

The hallway is dark when you open the door but the smell is overwhelming, almost knocking you clean off your feet with it’s intensity.

Marcus adds another spritz of the scent, scowling immediately at the smell on him. He doesn’t like it at all.

Immediately getting back into the shower and scrubbing himself clean again, he puts on clean clothes and opts only for deodorant before he buries the clothes that has the offensive spray at the bottom of a laundry bag.

He opens his door and looks towards yours. It’s still closed, but it’s also early. Instead of knocking, he makes his way downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee.

You can’t remember the last time you felt this horrible. The shower in the middle of the night helped slightly and you managed to catch an hour of sleep but that is the end of your reprieve. The rest of the night was spent in a restless tangle.

Your clothes are too rough against your skin, it is too hot, and you are too empty. You try to ease the ache - dipping your fingers to rub little circles around your clit and the soft orgasms relieve you momentarily, but it isn’t nearly enough. You need to be filled.

You hear him making his way down the stairs and you mewl, it is going to be a rough day.

Marcus glances at the clock, frowning when he sees that it’s almost nine o’clock and you still haven’t come downstairs. “Shit.” He huffs, getting up from the equipment and making his way up the stairs to the bedroom door that was still fully closed.

“You okay?” He asks, tapping on the door lightly and trying to ignore the delicious scent of your omega that is wafting from under the door. “Do you need anything?”

You can hear him outside your door, his soft low voice drifting through and you groan.

“Not doing too hot.” Your voice is low and you barely heard his question. The blood is pounding in your ears. You pull your covers up the best you can and call out to him. “Open the door Marcus, I can barely hear you.” When he does it’s worse. So much worse.

The wave of Omega in heat slams into Marcus like a brick wall. “Fuck.” He growls, his cock already starting to harden at the scent. “You’re in heat.” The words are practically panted at you, even though it’s more statement that question.

He swallows hard, forcing himself to take measured steps towards you and not rush you like an animal. “What- did you know?” He demands, hoping that you have something to help you.

It hits you like a freight train and your body clenches painfully around nothing, he smells so good.

“Somethings wrong Marcus-“ you curl in on yourself, facing him just inside the doorway. “-I’m not supposed to be in heat right now, something triggered me early but - god why do you smell so good?” You practically moan the words and you have to stop yourself from calling to him like a siren.

“Please - please help me, or find me someone who will, it hurts.” You almost sob, you can’t take much more of this.

Marcus growls, possessively and furiously at the idea of someone touching you. His eyes widen, he definitely shouldn’t be reacting like that on suppressants. That moment of clarity only lasts as long as it takes for the next wave of your distressed pheromones to hit him, then his alpha roars to life.

“Fuck that.” He spits, stalking over to the bed, his eyes dilating with every step he comes closer to you. “No one else is touching you.”

You smell it coming off him in waves and you can’t help but rip off the blanket. The realization is as startling as it is exciting.

“You’re an Alpha? How..?” You pull him onto you weakly and you try not to focus on how wrecked you must look. Sweat beading on your hairline, a thin sheen of it shining on the exposed skin of your chest.

You can’t help but press your face into the scent gland on his neck, pressing him into yours, the act was soothing and almost involuntary. You feel the growl of approval in his chest. Feel the thick press of him between your legs and you practically tear your clothes off.

Marcus rocks back on his haunches, shaking his head. “You- we can’t.” He knows you are in pain but you don’t actually want him. You just want an Alpha to soothe the ache.

“Stop.” He orders his, his voice deep and commanding. You freeze and look at him, desperation in your eyes and you whine, your sweaty face pinched in pain. “How can I help you? Do you have suppressants? A toy? What do you need?” He’s trying to make sure you know you have options other than him. To give you a choice.

“I didn’t bring my toy, I need you, my suppressants aren’t working.” You want to reach out and pull him but his tone keeps you glued to your spot. “Please Marcus.” You fight against the need to obey him and you pull him by the shirt, slowly coaxing it off him to feel the warmth of him under your fingertips.

You can see him holding back and you imagine it’s for your benefit, when he’s sitting there shirtless you pull your pajamas off. First the top and then the bottoms, letting him see how swollen the lips of your sex are. He hisses at the sight and you know it must be bad.

“Please Marcus, Alpha- help me. I need you.” You bite your lip as you dip your fingers into your aching cunt - doing your best to appeal to him.

His nostrils flair, hands curling into fists. “Stop touching my cunt.” He orders you harshly, making you mewl as you pull your hand away. The urge to take charge - to take care of you - fully overtaking that normally passive nature he tries to portray.

He climbs out of the bed, realizing now that you had made a makeshift nest. The extra blankets are supposed to be comfortable and provide a secure place for you to ride out your heat. He pushes down the sweats and his boxers, his cock springs free and bobs heavily.

“Tell me that you want this.” He demands, wrapping his hand around his cock. “That you want me.”

His words set you on fire, your clit throbbing at the implication of him claiming your cunt.

“I want you, I’ve always wanted you but I thought you were uninterested. Always hoped - please Marcus. Take it, it’s yours.” You wanted to reach out to him but his tone pinned you in place.

All you could do was writhe, naked and wanting. You watched him as he stroked himself and you felt on the verge of tears. His pheromones are so strong, it was a miracle that the suppressants has ever masked them.

He smells so good, so appealing and you hope he believes that this isn’t just because of the heat. Your prayers have been answered and your inner omega is thrashing - clamoring for him. The urge to mark him, to have him buried deep inside pumping you full of his cum is almost violent. You’ve gone through heats before but this is something else.

“Alpha - please.” Your voice cracks, thick with pain and arousal and you feel him groan from your place on the bed.

“It’s been awhile.” Marcus huffs, stepping closer to the bed, watching the slick lips of your cunt pulse and the waves of needy arousal pour off of you. “Since I've been in a rut.”

Kneeling, his hands are hot on your legs, sliding up the smooth skin while he pushes them further apart. “Fuck.” He groans in approval. “So needy.”

His eyes have dilated, he knows that, he can feel it. His inner Alpha has finally taken control and all he can think about is you. The Omega needing him. His tongue, his fingers, his cock, his cum inside your cunt.

“Gonna take care of you.” He promises, leaning down and biting your inner thigh, right near a scent gland, groaning appreciatively when you mewl his name.

You could feel his tongue licking at your scent gland, soothing the ache slightly. The urge to grab at his hair is vibrating through you but you let him take charge.

He inhales your scent and his pheromones are almost visible in the air, they are so strong. Pleased with your cunt leaking and on display for him.

“Going to fill this pretty cunt full of my cum. Make you feel better, your Alpha is going to take care of you.” He dives in and the strong muscle of his tongue parts you eagerly, your breathy moan filling the empty air.

Your pussy floods his tongue as he groans into your skin, his fingers clutching at your thighs hard enough to bruise.

He takes his time tasting you, soothing you with his tongue and gathering up your slick to slide around your folds. "So good Omega." He praises you. "Cum on my tongue and I will fill you up with my cock and cum." He coos, lifting up his head for a second before he dives back into you.

The rhythm of his tongue rips a sugary sweet orgasm out of you and you shudder as he moans. His cock is so hard it hurts and he can’t help but grind into the mattress. His tongue doesn’t let up as you try to close your legs around his head, he growls into your skin.

“Stay still Omega-“ His voice brooks no argument and despite the overstimulation your body obeys him. He nuzzles at the scent gland on your thigh; scenting himself in you. “-going to make you cum with my tongue again. Have to get you nice and wet to take your Alphas cock.” His tongue is lazier now, soft licks, gliding over and over and over. His fingers join the fray and you feel them sliding into your soaked channel to open you up.

He wastes no time in adding a third, knowing you need to feel the fullness and now your hands have found their way into his hair. Subtly guiding him as you grind into his mouth over and over until the second climax washes over you. Until you’re clenching almost painfully around his thick fingers.

Marcus growls, the tip of his cock leaking heavily, soaking into the sheets of your bed and he loves how tightly you bear down on his fingers. How slick you get when another wave of pleasure rushes through your entire system. The pheromones you are giving out are addictive, an Omega being pleasure is one of the best scents on the planet.

Still, as you start to come down from your high, he keeps his fingers steadily prying you open, wanting to make sure that you are able to take him with no pain. Some Alphas didn't mind the Omega whining in pain the first few thrusts, knowing that it is going to give way to pleasure, but he prefers to have you feel nothing but bliss. You dealt with enough pain from going through your heat.

The mewl escapes your mouth as he spreads his fingers inside of you and the look in his face can only be described as pure rapture.

“Such a pretty little cunt, such a good Omega.” He can’t help but press kisses to your scent gland before moving slowly up your body.

You’re boneless as he takes one, and then the other nipple into his mouth, moaning against your skin with each swirl of his tongue. He takes your legs and wraps them around his waist and you feel the heavy, comforting weight of his sex dragging through your folds.

The sight of him is intoxicating. He’s gripping the base of his cock, watching as it catches the slick that seeps out of you. Using it to glide against your clit and you try desperately to pull him into you with your legs.

"I've got you, Omega." He looks down and groans at the sight of your slick covering his cock. Denying himself for another moment before he starts to push slowly into you. "Gonna take care of you." He promises.

The first inch sinks inside you and he moans, amazed at how your walls are already closing around him. Sucking him in deeper every time they constrict around his length.

Bracing his hands on the bed, he rolls his hips. Watching you thrash under him in pleasure and arch up. Presenting yourself to him for the taking. His mouth waters when you turn your head and he sees your scent gland pulse. The urge to bite you makes him growl.

He bites his lip to stop himself but you can smell the change in his smell, he’s fighting off the urge even though you’re clearly presenting yourself to be claimed.

It breaks your heart slightly that he’s actively holding back. You turn your head dejectedly and try your hardest to focus on the pleasure, on the punch of his sex deep inside. He smells the sadness in the air and he’s quick to explain.

“I want you to want it my sweet Omega, don't want you to agree just because you’re in heat.” His soft words and the tenderness in his caresses are completely at odds with how he’s filling you with sharp snaps of his hips.

You whine, slightly mollified at this answer although you want to claim that you don’t care, wanting him to mark you and claim you as his.

“Easy.” He urges, rolling his hips slowly now. “God baby you are so tight. Such a good Omega for me, squeezing me so tight.” He groans. “Taking me so well.”

He can’t help but pick up his speed again, the need to claim, to cum inside you taking over. Your pussy floods him, picking up on his pheromones; so strong in the air around you.

You bite your lip at the look on his face. Brows pinched, mouth slightly open and you see him watching the place where you’re joined.

“Look how well you’re taking me, so fucking good.” He groans the words and it’s almost too much. His words and the wet sounds of his thrusts. Another orgasm rips through you and he doesn’t slow down, he fucks you through it, lifting your leg up higher to watch as your pussy squeezes him.

“That’s it baby, that’s it - god you’re getting me all wet.”

Now that you’ve cum, the first of what will be many times, your pheromones shift slightly. Taking on the slightly sweet scent of satisfaction, but Marcus wouldn’t consider himself a good Alpha until the air is swimming in that scent. Making him choke on it.

Your legs end up on his shoulders when he rocks back, shifting to get away from your neck. The urge to mark you is getting stronger. His fingers dig into your thigh and his other hand moves down to your clit. His thumb pressing against your slick bundle of nerves, fingers brushing his cock as he pumps into you.

It’s almost too much and your body seizes up with the force of another orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock tight enough to make him groan.

You’re boneless, blissed out but he keeps going - the drive to pleasure you sending him into a frenzy and he flips you onto your stomach like a rag doll.

Wordlessly he straddles your thighs and you feel his big hands on the meat of your ass, spreading you open to slip inside once more.

“Oh my god Alpha, you feel so much bigger this way.” The words are almost pained as he presses up against something white hot and you hear him chuckle slightly, drunk on the ability to leave you practically speechless.

There is a supreme satisfaction to the way that you preen and whimper every time he drives back into you. If he feels bigger, your tight little pussy is twice as tight and he groans every time that your inner muscles squeeze him and try to draw him in further.

His hands knead your flesh, gripping your ass as an anchor as he keeps rocking his hips, growling slightly at the feeling of your fluttering walls start to quake around him again while your tired body reacts to the stimulation of his cock pushing against a spot deep inside you. Your pleasure is making you claw at the sheets weakly and moan out.

It’s too much and with his steady onslaught, you float away. The tether holding you to your body disintegrates with a gush and a scream. It’s hard to know where you end and where he begins after that and for a moment you swear you hear him groan but the blood rushing in your ears makes it hard to tell.

The air is thick with your scents mingling and it occurs to you that you’ve never felt this satisfied. The wet patch of the bed underneath you only confirms your realizations, that and the sweat beading on his body. His panting breaths on your heated skin where he’s collapsed on top of you.

Satisfaction pours from your body in waves, making his alpha hum in satisfaction. Hands rubbing your glands and his nose presses against your neck as he inhales the sweet scent. "So good, 'mega." He mumbles. "So good, you took me so well." He coos and reaches up to smooth your hair away and kiss your shoulder.

Your body needs sleep but your mind rebels.

“Alpha, what does this mean for us?” Your voice is drowsy with sleep, your omega forcefully pulling you down into the deep.

Marcus shifts off of you and tugs you over him. “Sleep Omega, we can talk about it after you rest.” He pulls you tight against his chest and you have no choice but to obey.

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Clingy - LJN

Pairing: boyfriend!jeno x reader

Genre: a lil angst, fluff

Warnings: established relationship, Haechan is a bit annoying in this one I’m sorry (Haechan best boy)

Words: 3k

Summary: hurt after hearing your boyfriend and his friends calling you clingy, you decide to show them how not clingy you can be.

A/N: everything is fictional, including the characters’ traits. English is not my first language, therefore I’m sorry for the errors.

Movie nights with your friends were your favorites.

Well, it’d be more correct for me to say “with your boyfriend’s friends”, since you didn’t know them before meeting Jeno. But that doesn’t matter, because in no time you managed to bond with everyone, especially the clumsy yet adorable kid, Jisung, and the loving caffeine addicted boy, Jaemin.

Movie nights with your friends consisted in you eight – even though today you were only seven since Mark was out with some of his friends – sprawled on one couch – don’t ask me how, but all of you always manage to fit in since no one wants to sit on the carpet – with a blanket covering you and some snacks passing between. Those represented some of those moments you swear you would cherish for all your life.

Tonight seemed to be no different. Jeno had come picking you up at 7 p.m., you spent some time together, walking around, talking and giggling like usual, and you dropped at his house where other five – well, four boys (Jaemin lost to rock paper scissors so he had to go shopping for snacks) – were waiting for the both of you. Donghyuck always got to choose the movie you would watch, not without complaints from every one of you, yet at the end you’d always like what he picks, but Donghyuck doesn’t need to know that.

And there you were, all sprawled on the couch – though not in a very comfortable position –. You had already seen the movie which was playing loudly on the TV, hence you decided to pay more attention to your boyfriend instead. You were all cuddled up with him: he was hugging you, stroking your back from time to time. Your head was on his shoulder while your hand rested on his chest. Sometimes you couldn’t help but leave a furtive and quick kiss on his jaw, praying no one would notice you. He’d smile at you – gosh his eye smile UWU – and then he’d hug you closer.

About one hour after the movie’s beginning, you felt some physical needs pressing, so you quickly excused yourself and got up from the couch.

“Should I pause it?” Renjun asked, the remote already between his hands.

“No, don’t worry. I’ve already seen it anyway”

You made your way to the bathroom only to find out that the toilet paper was missing.

You sighed. Boys.

So you went back to the living room, where everyone was gathered.

You were about to open your mouth to ask where they kept the spare paper but something odd caught your ear. You backed up, hiding behind the wall. You obviously knew that eavesdropping was not by any means honest, especially if it was a conversation between your best friends. But you were almost certain that they were talking about you, your name dropping from one of the boys’ mouth.

“Enjoy being free while you can” Donghyuck joked with Jeno. You furrowed your brows.

What was that supposed to mean? You peeked your head cautiously, not wanting to be seen.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend” Jisung laughed at him, to which the boy responded with a sharp stare.

“Seriously, Jisung? When you haven’t even had your first kiss?”

“Ya ya ya! Shut up and don’t fight you two” Jaemin intervened, throwing a popcorn at them.

A brief moment of silence followed. You still didn’t understand what they were talking about.

“She’s just affectionate, that’s all” Jeno finally spoke, at which you held your breath.

So they were talking about you being clingy with your boyfriend. And this response from Jeno meant that he didn’t mind it, right? Or else he would have agreed with the boy. The thing is, you never thought about it: you supposed that a little kiss every now and then was a way to show your love and affection to him, plus he never complained about it, or never backed away.

“I know, but don’t tell me you don’t find this suffocating sometimes” Donghyuck continued.

Okay, now he was seriously getting on your nerves. What the heck did he care if you were clingy with your boyfriend? This was something between you and Jeno, and he wasn’t allowed to interfere with it, especially in front of everyone in the room. You thought he was making fun of you by now.

At this point you expected something to come out of Jeno’s mouth, anything that could have proven Donghyuck wrong, but he said nothing.

And silence means consent.

How did you know this? Well, Jeno wasn’t one to back out from speaking his opinion, especially with his friends. Especially with Donghyuck, for God’s sake, this guy was constantly bickering – though not with malicious intentions – with everyone.

“We shouldn’t talk behind her back like this” affirmed Jaemin with a severe stare. Jeno looked down: you didn’t know it but he was feeling suddenly guilty, agreeing with Jaemin. Everyone then went silent, the only sounds that could be heard being the dialogues in the movie.

You pressed your back against the wall, processing what you just heard.

Why didn’t he ever tell you? Why did he act like he loved it while, actually, he hated it? Then you thought about every time you held his hand in public, or hugged him, or kissed him, and then your thoughts went to five minutes before, when you were hugging him on the couch. You started feeling sorry.

Maybe after all it’s true, and he didn’t tell me anything because he didn’t want to hurt me.

But well, now it hurt twice as much since you weren’t aware of what your friends and your own boyfriend thought about you. Maybe every one of them, except for Jeno obviously, thanked God they hadn’t a girlfriend like you, who was suffocating and clingy.

And it was at this moment that your guilt turned into anger.

You just wanted to show all your affection and care to your boyfriend who you loved with all your heart, but apparently you were only bothering him. And Donghyuck - oh Donghyuck – you were so angry at him right now. What was the point in making fun of you in front of everyone when you weren’t even there? At the same time, you took a mental note to thank Jisung and Jaemin, the only two people who stood to defend you.

Okay, tonight you were proving everyone how not clingy you could be. Indeed, you were going to interact the least possible with Jeno. He wanted space? Good, you were giving him tons of it.

You eventually went to the toilet using one of your tissues since you were not asking any of them where the hell was the toilet paper, you washed your hands and went back to the couch.

But this time you didn’t hug Jeno. You simply forced a smile and sat next to him with your arms crossed. You tried not to be too obvious, you still didn’t want them to know that you heard everything, but you were sure your face was saying otherwise, and the confirmation arrived when Jeno asked you “Is everything ok?” full of concern.

You just called me clingy and let Donghyuck make fun of me. Yes, everything’s amazing.

“Yes, of course. Why?” you replied, using all of your acting skills in the process which, by the way, were very poor. But apparently they worked, because Jeno smiled at you and shook his head. “Nothing”.

But if you were successful at lying to him right now, then by the end of the movie he understood that something was wrong. You were avoiding all of his attempts of skin ship because “it was too hot”, but then you were grasping at the blanket like there’s no tomorrow. You were also laughing at everything remotely funny that came out of Jaemin’s mouth while you simply ignored all of Jeno’s attempts of making you laugh. Hell, you didn’t even argue with Donghyuck when he murmured something about Jeno being the most unfunny guy he ever met. Oh and you were playing and laughing with Jisung who was sitting next to you.

In short, you were avoiding him.

But he decided to shrug these thoughts away. Maybe he was being paranoid, he thought: you were just enjoying your friends’ company, plus it wasn’t written anywhere that you were allowed to talk and give attentions only to him.

Little did he know, this was just what you were trying to do: shower everyone with attentions except him.

Eventually the movie came to an end, and while everyone was pronouncing their goodnights and heading to sleep, you just remained there, with your phone between your hands, scrolling mindlessly on your Instagram feed.

Usually you and Jeno would have gone to bed together, sharing your thoughts about the movie you just watched, or simply talking about everything and nothing at the same time. But not today. He wanted space? You were giving him space.

Jeno already stood up to make his departure, but soon noticed you weren’t following him like you always did. “Are you coming?” he asked you, stopping on his tracks.

“I’ll just reply to a few messages and then I’ll go to sleep too. Don’t wait for me, you can go”

“Y/N are you sure everything’s okay? You’ve been acting quite weird. Are you alright? Did something happen?”

“Of course not, Jeno. Nothing happened” you replied rather coldly. Then you sighed. “I’m good, don’t worry for me” you added, softly this time. Although you believed he deserved it, you didn’t want to be too rude to him.

He nodded, and without saying anything more, he left.

At this point you started feeling a tiny bit guilty, still you couldn’t simply pretend nothing happened: their words hurt you and even if you really wished to just forget everything, you couldn’t. You just couldn’t, it was stronger than you.

By the way, you had no intention of sleeping with Jeno tonight, so you grabbed the blanket all of you once shared when watching the movie, and struggled a little bit to find a comfortable position. Eventually, after some tears escaped from your eyes, you drifted into a restless sleep.

It took a couple of hours for Jeno to realize you were not in bed with him.

He just fell asleep, a part of him believing that later you would have joined him. But when he woke up, he immediately sensed that something was off. Still sleepy, he touched the other side of the bed only to find it empty, and immediately stood up. It was 3 A.M, why weren’t you sleeping? What the heck were you doing? Did someone kidnap you? At this point he was surprised of how paranoid he could be.

His thoughts came to an end when he saw you, on the couch, with a blanket shielding you from the cold, all curled up. He didn’t see the dried tears that stained your face, though.

Sitting slowly beside you, not wanting to scare you, he gently shook you, not sure himself if it was the right thing to do. He was just so confused, he genuinely didn’t have any idea of what was happening. But he knew one thing for sure: you had been acting cold with him and he wouldn’t had moved until you confessed what was going on. Was it something he said or did? Was today your anniversary or something and he forgot it? Poor boy absolutely couldn’t find peace unless he knew what he did.

Soon you opened your eyes, still heavy from the – lack of – sleep.

“Hey” he murmured softly.

You considered pretending to sleep but nah, as I said earlier, you weren’t a good actress.

“Hey” you replied, stretching your limbs a little bit.

“I got worried since you weren’t sleeping next to me” he chuckled awkwardly. Sure thing, he didn’t know how to handle this situation since this was the first time you were acting like this.

“I… umm… I just fell asleep here” you replied looking at your hands, which you were scratching due to the nervousness.

Another lie.

Then silence.

“Y/N look at me” his voice suddenly changed, turning colder.

You swallowed, a knot forming again in your throat, as you forced back the tears that were trying to escape. You didn’t want to give in so soon.

But how could you, when he was getting angry at you? You should have been angry, not the opposite. And you know what? He was right, you were taking it too far. He didn’t deserve this. Look at how nice he tried to be all night, you managed to anger a calm and patient man like him. How stupid could you be at this point?

With a quivering lip you turned your head, facing him. He was watching you intently, with a serious frown on his face. Your grip on the blanket got tighter, almost ripping it with your nails.

You stayed silent. Then he spoke.

“Why are you being like this?”

You swallowed. What should you say? Were you even allowed to say anything at this point?

You tried to open your mouth to say something, but as soon as you tried your eyes were filled with tears, rapidly falling on your skin. You just couldn’t take it anymore, so you just faced away and buried your face in the pillow, trying to muffle your sobs. You didn’t want to look so pathetic in his eyes, although by now you thought you were being beyond pathetic.

If earlier there was any anger in Jeno, now every hint of it dissipated at the sight of you crying, curled up on the couch. He suddenly felt guilt taking over him. But the amount of confusion and frustration was bigger, so, as much as it pained him to see you cry because of him, this didn’t prevent him from trying to find out what had gotten into you. He was honestly so tired, he just wanted to sleep with you on his side.

He gently, almost scared, touched your trembling frame, and when he noticed there was no sign of rebellion from you, he lied down and hugged you tightly from behind.

And you kept on crying silently, a loud sob escaping occasionally, as he murmured sweet nothings into your ears, shushing you gently and telling you that everything’s fine, I’m here with you. Just let it out.

When you finally finished crying, he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then another on your wet cheek.

“Wanna talk about it?”

There was no point in lying by now. So you faced him, face full of concern and arms still tightly secured around you. And you just let out everything, from how you overheard their conversation – including how sorry you were for doing it and promising it would never happen again -, to how you were hurt by Donghyuck’s words but mostly by Jeno’s lack of words.

On the other hand, poor Jeno didn’t have any idea this could have affected you so much, and because of this he didn’t even think this could have been the cause of your sudden behavior. He just listened everything silently, surprised, just like a kid to whom the newest things are explained.

“I just got so angry at you for not defending me, and for letting Hyuck make fun of me. So I wanted to distance myself from you as much as possible to have my revenge” you openly confessed, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’m really sorry I took this so far. I should have talked instead” you add.

“Well, that’s true” Jeno replied, “but I can’t say I’m in the right either. First thing, we shouldn’t have talked about you like that, plus I’m really sorry I didn’t say anything to Hyuck, I understand this hurt you a lot”

“But do you really think I’m that clingy? Because if so, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll try to respect you space more” you asked, looking up at him with watery eyes.

And if your ears were sharp enough, you could have heard the sound of Jeno’s heart shattering.

Now he was the one who was on the verge of tears.

“Y/N please don’t ever say such a thing. You don’t have to change anything about yourself. I love you because you are you, including your touchy and loving nature. Besides, don’t look at me this way or I’m seriously gonna cry” he added whining, causing a smile – a real one – to appear on your face.

“Now it’s a lot better” he affirmed, tracing your curled up lips with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you or you’re still mad at me?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about making you suffer a little more” you joked.

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable”

“I think so too”

He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should kiss that annoying attitude of yours away”

“I don’t know, should you?”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

And with that he kissed you, the fight of moments ago long forgotten. A slow and gentle kiss, a mixture of emotions being shown: remorse, love, affection. It was a way for the both of you to say “it’s all in the past now”.

After you parted, one thought snapped in his mind.

“Wait, how will you manage the matter with Donghyuck? I can talk to him if you want” he pointed out, concerned. He perfectly understood if you were angry at the boy in question, but he also wished all of you to be as bonded as a big family, his family.

“There’s no need, I’ll just confront him by myself, beat him up until he asks for forgiveness and then forgive and hug him”

Jeno looked at you, almost scared. “What…?”

“Just kidding” you said, laughing at his funny face. Still hugging, you made yourselves comfortable enough to sleep.

“Or maybe not”

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