#well actually not a romance thing but once i read a book called we were liars

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THE HATING GAME - JJK

working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 7.2k

warnings/tags — lawyer!jk x lawyer!reader, enemies2lovers, dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, provocation, insults, petty arguing, vague mentions of murder/strangulation, jealousy, teasing, lying, denial, tension x100, improvisation, touching, so much sarcasm, explicit smut, light bondage, grinding, neck kisses, nipple play, tit slapping, begging, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), cunnilingus, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, tongue fucking, dick slapping (face), edging, crying, slapping (like once), spanking, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), light pain kink, finger sucking, angry fucking, creampie, making out, cum eating, post-nut clarity, both very lost and confused by the end.

paired with this edit made by yours truly 🤭

a/n: hello and welcome to jahanara feeding into her office romance fantasies pt98583616 😭 please enjoy this very long and drawn out piece (similar to illicit desire) but more detailed, more descriptive and can be read as a stand-alone.

if you came from tiktok, hello and welcome to the dark side 😁 enjoy the long-awaited lawyer!jk au!

btw this fic has nothing to do with the book/movie called ‘the hating game’ the name just fit this ok 🙄

“We need to talk,” Jungkook’s voice causes your chest to falter as he enters his office, waiting for you to enter before shutting the door behind you and making home on the seat behind his desk.

“We can’t do this case.”

If you could burst out laughing right now, you would, but this was a professional work environment, “You invite me into your office, distracting me from my own work, just to tell me something I already know?” You make yourself comfortable in the seat opposite his, paying him a fake smile, “I don’t know why you’re panicking, we can easily get out of this. We can just say we have too much on our plate to take on a new case. There, done,” you shrug, leaning back in the seat without a care in the world.

Mr Jeon, your boss, thought it’d be a good idea to pair you up with Jungkook to work on a class case.

Why he’d even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.

“Yeah, you’re forgetting one thing,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“My dad owns the fucking place.”

Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkook’s dad, and honestly, it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.

You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.

“He’s handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,” Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, “We should just take the suspension.”

"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this way…” you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, “When you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.”

You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.

Provoking him.

“I’m sure the Jeon Jungkook doesn’t wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?” you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.

Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, “Fine, let’s win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? I’m sure you’ve got no plans for the weekend,” he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.

“I actually have a date this weekend,” you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. “We can work on it later tonight, I’m leaving now.”

A date? There’s no way…

Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.

He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. “A date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?” he questions, like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “He’s gotta be deaf or blind.”

Now, with shit like this, you’d walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, “Listen you conceited asshole,” your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, “I don’t like you. Never have, never will. We’re all a bit different outside of work but I’ve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you don’t deserve it.”

It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.

You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.

Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didn’t wanna be just a “work colleague” or that “annoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.

“Now if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I don’t think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.

As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were… gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, you’d gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.

You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.

You thought you were seeing things.

Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? That’s a first.

You don’t say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, “Seriously? What am I, five?”

“Mmm, you act like it,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.

Thankfully, you were still up and alive.

“Have you had a look at the case yet? It’s a lot of information,” Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move you’d witnessed on so many occasions, you’d gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.

You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, “Yeah.. I think it might be the hardest we’ve gotten yet.”

You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.

It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victim’s neck.

All caused by his own father.

“So what are we? Defence or Prosecution?” You’d usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.

“Easy,” his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, “We’re defence,” he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.

“What? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?” You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.

“I spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.”

“Oh, so it’s just Jimin’s word against mine now?” you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.

From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadn’t even started yet. “You know what, we’ll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.”

As long as you got what you wanted.

“So who’s taking you on a date this weekend?”

Jungkook’s sudden question surprised you. You couldn’t think of one valid reason as to why he cared.

“Um, you probably don’t know him, but his name is Jung Hoseok—”

“—I know him.”

Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.

He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.

You regretted giving away Hoseok’s name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.

“I know Hoseok pretty well, actually. He’s not really fit to be a boss if I’m being honest,” Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. “Surprised he’s willing to date a bitch,” he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.

“Listen, you’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t wanna talk about who’s a bitch and who’s fit enough to be a boss… and it’s definitely not you.”

“Oh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I don’t?”

“Compassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, he’s quite the attractive man,” you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.

He could be all that and more.

“But our relationship isn’t very deeply rooted. We’re not in love or anything, we’ve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.”

Jungkook didn’t ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and he’d just about heard enough, “Yeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever it’s called,” he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.

“Why would I cook for someone I hate?”

“You don’t hate me,” he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, “You pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.

Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Hmm… Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,” you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. “But that’s what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?” you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted ‘lucky’ for working with Jungkook, ‘the most attractive guy in the firm.’

Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing he’d ever heard, “Oh my god, I knew it,” he laughs, almost demeaningly, “Everyone and their mum has a thing for me, you’re no different,” he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. “So that’s why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? That’s cute, especially since it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question, slightly offended.

“Because it’s gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.”

God, he’s so full of himself.

As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, “Oh Jeon… You’re so smart, I can’t believe you figured me out so quickly…” you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.

He couldn’t deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing he’d ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.

Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far you’d go to keep this act up, “Mhm, I bet you like where we are now, don’t you?” he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.

Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you weren’t expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really weren’t prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.

Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..

Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you could’ve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss him—

No, that was the tense air speaking.

Just improvise.

“Mhm, this is exactly what I wanted…” you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, “But I’m sure your hand can make-do in better places, don’t you think?”

Jungkook’s brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasn’t expecting you to keep up. It wasn’t a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.

Not until you do.

“And what about yours, Y/N?” he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, “I bet you’re really skilled with your hands, aren’t you?”

The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.

Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, “Of course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,” you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.

If he had the balls, he’d touch you somewhere more scandalous.

“Oh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?”

Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.

Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkook’s lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.

With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, “How about this?” you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.

“Could be better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, “Try this…”

He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, “It’ll be better if you touch me yourself, but I’m sure you already know that since you’re so ‘skilled,” he says, his hands resting over your hips.

How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldn’t you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.

With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?”

Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, “If we continue, this won't be a game anymore…” he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, “I won't be able to stop,” he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didn’t wanna do this, “Is this what you want?”

Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?

You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?” you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.

With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.

You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.

Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, “Take the shirt off for me, will you?”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkook’s breath had hitched in his throat.

He didn’t know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything he’d imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).

He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.

If he was feeling nice, he’d give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasn’t in a nice mood. He didn’t know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..

Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.

Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?

Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, “What are you waiting for?” you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.

“I’m waiting for you to beg.”

“I’m not begging you—”

As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, “You’ll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a day…” he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.

“Come on, Y/N… you know what you want, just tell me,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.

God, he loved irritating you.

Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you weren’t exactly the begging type of person, “I need your hands…” you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, “Enlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?” He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.

"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.

Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "I— I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping he’d cut you some slack.

"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.

You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; he’d grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, “I’d be careful when moving, wouldn’t want you to fall back,” he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, “Don’t you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying ‘please’ when you want something?”

You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didn’t seem so bad right about now.

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, “Please, Jungkook…” it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, “I wanna fuck myself on your fingers…”

Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.”

His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"

It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.

It felt so good.

It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, “Jeon, I can’t..

"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.”

He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.

He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. “Fuck… Look at that desperate pussy..” he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.

A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans you’d been keeping to a minimum now at the max.

“So— so good..” you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.

He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.

When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasn’t gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It stung, but it felt so fucking good.

Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, “Oh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?”

Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before he’d spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail between your folds in awe.

He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didn’t wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldn’t deny he looked like a hot mess.

What you didn’t see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.

He chuckled deeply, “Should’ve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?” He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.

Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.

“I don’t know how they’d feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,” he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, “We should risk it and find out, huh?” he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.

“I’d rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,” you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.

The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.

You didn’t realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.

You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.

“You want my cock down your throat, huh?” he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.

Right where you wanted him most.

“Say it,” he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, “Say you’re a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much…”

Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.

“I’m a cock-hungry bitch..” your words are there, but no confidence within them, “Who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,” you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping he’d give in to you.

Jungkook shrugs, “Could be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?” He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.

You couldn’t handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadn’t even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.

“Tight fucking fit…” he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You didn’t want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.

“Fucking made for my cock, aren’t you? A perfect fit..”

The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.

"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.

“If this is the only way to shut you up, I’ll have you on your knees more often,” he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.

Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.

“Oh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.

You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldn’t help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.

He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.

At last.

“Oh— fuck.. Jeon—!” You’re more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.

Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.

“Pussy made just for me..” he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. “All fucking mine—” he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, “Fuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in… bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?”

“Uhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!”

You loved the pain.

Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.

You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, he’d have fucked you way sooner.

“Bet you wished I’d come in and fuck you at some point, huh?” A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.

“God— yes!” Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.

Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?

Of course.

“And everytime I’d leave your office, you’d sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping I’d come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didn’t I do that?” he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.

“Fuck you for not making a move,” you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.

He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, I’m not done,” he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on me—" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "—flaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."

He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, “Now I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as he’d stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.

“Oh you’re close, huh?” Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, “We can’t have security walk in, can we?” lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. “Come all over my cock like you were born for it.”

And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.

Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.

You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.

“Fuck…” he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.

Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, “Can’t let it go to waste,” he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.

It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell you’d both come back from this.

Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like he’d left his mark on you.

“What did we just do..?” you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.

Jungkook didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; “This probably wasn’t ideal but I don’t regret it,” he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.

You didn’t know if you felt the same way, but you certainly weren’t feeling bad about it.

“You don’t have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,” he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured he’d do what was safest, “Want me to clean you up and walk you to your car?”

Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, “Oh no, that’s okay, I can take it from here,” you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one he’d never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.

Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.”

“Yeah, you too…”

He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didn’t wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.

How the hell would you both ever come back from this?

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[bedoballoons]

Had a thought of Lyney and Lynette finding angel reader with broken wings after a performance

- sorry if my English is bad

You're english isn't bad at all and I absolutely love your idea! The only thing I wasn't sure about is if one of the siblings was supposed to be a romantic interest or not, so just in case I kept the romance to a minimum! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Falling~༺}

CW: Mentions of broken wings, reader is a angel!

(Includes: Lyney and Lynette!)

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𑁍༄Lyney and Lynette:

"Lyney!" Lynette called out to her brother, her normally monotone voice suddenly filled with worry and fear, even with the crowd clapping in the background she could hear her own heart racing loudly in her chest. She couldn't take her eyes off of you...off of your wings that sprawled away from your body in crooked positions like a birds after it had crash landed..and your face that was so pale that if she didn't see your soft breathing she would have assumed you were dead.

Lyney hurried to his sisters aid, stopping mid step when he caught sight of you, "Lynette...what what is this?" She shook her head, not knowing how to answer as she kneeled down beside you, hand gently reaching out to touch your feathers. It caught her off guard...how real they were, how crazy this all was, "It sounds unbelievable...but Lyney these wings...are real. Is that even possible?"

The magician followed suit, kneeling beside his twin to examine up close...only to confirm her findings, "Well I suppose it has to be. I mean you have cat ears and a tail...who says a person can't have wings? Bright...white, beautiful wings. Reminds me of angels in story books." He carefully moved your wing, trying his best not inflict pain as he got it ready to be wrapped up. It was the least he could do after all their gawking and prodding, "Lynette could you get me some bandages?"

"...do you think they are actually a angel?" She looked at Lyney with magical glint in her eye, images of angels with halos and sweet smiles playing in her mind as she grabbed the first aid kit nearby. If you really were such a amazing creature...she secretly hoped you'd tell her all about it over a cup of tea and maybe even show her what your halo looked like.

"I'm not sure, I suppose we can ask them once they wake up. I was considering taking them to get medical assistance but...maybe it would be better to keep them a secret for now. I don't want them getting hurt more than they already have." Lyney was gentle with your wings, bandaging them up softly before lifting you off the ground and carrying you bridal style to a stage couch that had been left over from a previous show.

A slight blush coated his cheeks as took another look at your sleeping figure, you were beautiful in every sense of the word...hurt and broken but still somehow bright and goregous. He hoped you'd wake up soon so he could tell you as such and hopefully learn your name...maybe even how you had come to crash land outside, but for now he'd watch over you alongside his sister and remember all the stories of angels he'd ever read.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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[fairlyang]

Summer Lovin’ 🕷️

in which you have a little summer romance fling

w/c: 3.9K

pairing: greaser!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. exhibitionism, making out, sucking on tits, eating out, fingering, praise kink, blowjob. mention of face sitting, overstimulation, 69, eating pussy underwater (LMAO), spilling the tea x2

notes: reposting my precious baby, my fav, my grease au series!! might post part two after this idk but I’m writing part 3 and I’m excited :D 🤝🏼

part two — part three

You had spent almost your entire summer in California, and being from the Midwest you took advantage of the hot weather and beaches.

You had stayed at your aunt's house along with your parents but not your older sister who apparently didn't wanna "burn to a crisp" but you didn't mind. In fact you loved feeling the sun on your skin and spent most of your days on the beach.

Your sister had teased you about a summer fling and maybe you'd meet someone but won't be able to bring them back. You called bullshit and said you weren't out searching for that kinda thing.

That was until you met him.

Miguel O'Hara.

One day you were reading a book on the beach under an umbrella when a guy came up to you and you were a little shell shocked looking at him. He was gorgeous. So handsome.

He asked what you were reading which made you laugh because he did not look like the reading type. He wore a black leather jacket and his hair slicked back, you can imagine reading is not one of his things.

And who the hell wears a leather jacket in the hot weather?

But nonetheless you still answered and he just nodded along probably pretending he knew what you were talking about.

"Well I came over because I thought you were gorgeous." He says giving you a wide smile, showing off his crooked pearly whites.

You chuckle and close your book, leaving it on your lap, "oh I bet a guy like you says that to all the girls." You say playfully rolling your eyes and he shakes his head.

"Only to the really special ones." He responds sweetly and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

And with that you were sold.

Almost too easy.

But it felt real.

Genuine.

You had spent the first three weeks of August with Miguel. Splashing around, building many sand castles, playing volleyball. Tanned while getting to know each other, had little picnic dates on the beach.

It was so surreal to you and he was such a gentleman.

But on the third week was when he was more flirty than usual, always touching you subtly like grabbing your hand or having his arm around your waist.

He would even twirl you around as you walked along the sand which just had you laughing as you tried not to fall.

One specific time he wrapped his arms around you as you watched the sun set, the waves lightly hitting your feet. He gently trailed his fingers along your waist making you turn to look at him, he was already looking at you, with a mischievous look on his face if anything.

He then leaned down, letting his forehead lean against yours, "you're so beautiful."

You smile and feel your body grow warm, "you're not too bad yourself Miggy."

He then let go of you and stood in front of you, bringing a hand up to gently cup your cheek. His eyes were sparkling and he just looked so handsome up close.

The pink, orange, and yellow rays of the sun hitting the sides of your faces as he looked down at your lips. He couldn't help himself.

And he knew he'd never see you again after this considering you'd have to fly back home so what's a little fun on your last week here?

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer which only makes him chuckle, "no patience huh?" He teased and you shrugged.

"We only live once... and we might as well while we're young.." you say and lean up, pretty eyes boring into his.

He was quite shocked that you were the one making the moves but he wanted to be the one to actually do it.

So he did.

He leaned in and kissed you gently, you instantly kissed back and you swore you could feel fireworks erupting in your stomach. It felt so right. So nice.

He nipped on your bottom lip to which you then return as you feel his hands exploring your body. You felt them snake their way down your back then staying by your lower back.

Then you felt them slowly trickling lower to which you had to pull away and shake your head, "eager hm? No patience huh?" You mock and he snickers.

"Couldn't help myself doll." He murmurs and pecks your lips softly.

You melted back into his arms and kissed back before he pulled away and then leaned in to peck your lips again. He repeated this until you burst into fits of giggles which had Miguel ignoring the effect it made on him and pulled away, grabbing you by the hand as you went back to walking on the sand.

Things only progressed throughout your last week.

He snatched more kisses from you until the sun was gone and you had to go home.

The next day he had you on his lap and making out with you while his hand was trailing around your thigh. Only testing the waters.

But also playing around with you.

You were a good girl, not ever looking for trouble like this. But it seemed to have found its way to you.

And you couldn't help but want to open yourself up more to him, maybe not just kisses.

At least those were your thoughts when you were in bed, daydreaming about him.

You met up again on the third day and decided to maybe go a little further. Just a tiny bit.

So you were on his lap again, making out when you start to slowly grind yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth and it only made you grow more excited but you didn't want to push yourself too much.

And he was okay with that.

His hands were on your waist helping you move as his tongue explored your mouth. Gotta love a man that can multitask.

You moved faster and could feel his bulge grow hard beneath you. It made your skin feel hot and deep down you wanted to take it forward but also knew you probably shouldn't.

"Miguel-" you breathed out and pulled away but he latched his lips on your neck, kissing harshly against your skin.

You bite your lip and he made you continue your movements as he hummer onto your skin. "I- I-I think- maybe we s-should st- fuck-" you stutter and moan as he sucks on your neck then pulls away peppering the hickey in kisses.

"What were you saying doll?" He asks and kisses down your chest.

That day you decided to wear a bikini top with some shorts, clearly he appreciated that right now as he kissed your cleavage, bringing a hand up to squeeze your left breast. You moan and feel your eyes flutter, already losing your train of thought.

"W-We shouldn't do this here-" you breathe out but it didn't matter, he was already pulling your bikini top up.

"Miguel!" You squealed trying to cover yourself and looking around but it was vacant.

"There's nobody out here, you know we've been having this side of the beach all to ourselves for weeks." He murmurs and gently moves your hands away.

"So beautiful." He murmurs before squeezing both tits and latching on to your left nipple.

You bit your lip and held onto his head, you couldn't even blame yourself. You knew you wanted this. And that heat going straight to your core was the proof.

He pulled away and immediately sucked on your right breast, pinching your left nipple making you shift on his lap. He moaned against you and you almost forgot he was already hard. Almost.

It was kind of hard to forget since you were directly on him.

So you began to slowly grind on him again making him groan as you moved your hips back and forth. He pulled away and breathed out, "Just like that angel."

Your face flushed and you put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you continued your pace. "Good, good girl." He murmurs before sucking on your left breast, leaving yet another mark.

A moaned escaped your lips and you can see a smirk on his when he pulled away. He looked up at you and pecks your lips before pulling away and taking you off his lap and setting you to his right side on the shared blanket.

He then moved down your body, hands already undoing the button and zipper of your shorts. You lift your ass up and he slides your shorts off setting them to the side.

He then gets between your legs, kissing and squeezing your thighs and he neared where you so desperately needed him. He kissed your left inner thigh then moved to the right side to do the same.

He then went down and looked at the soaked spot on your panties, nearly drooling. "Look at you doll, already so wet." He murmurs looking up at you before leaning in and leaving the softest kiss on your clit.

You moaned and bucked your hips forward but his strong arms kept you in place which only made you whine. But he didn't care.

He was going to go at his own pace. Just like you did when you were on his lap.

Even if he technically was making you a move a bit.

But still.

He gently moved your panties to his right side as you squirmed, whining above him but he ignored you to pay all his undivided attention to your gorgeous sopping cunt. "Oh baby this all for me?" He murmurs and you feverishly nod.

He tuts and smirks looking up at you, "such a dirty girl. Thought you were a sweet innocent good girl?" He teases only making you grow more wet by the second.

"God you're so perfect." He coos before diving full on in to your cunt, immediately getting a taste of how sweet you are.

You moan and bring a hand down to pull his closer already. You needed him so badly and didn't want to waste more time.

And he could tell.

He didn't mind, given how he started lapping at your folds and his nose practically buried in your clit. "Miguel-“ You moan out and he hums sending a vibration of pleasure curse through your body.

You look down at him and buck your hips forward, this time he doesn't stop you, letting you grind your perfect cunt against his mouth. His mouth went up and down your slit, slurping up your juices as you continued your melody of pretty moans for him.

He looked into your ears as he came up and flicked his tongue on your clit earning himself more moans. He brought his hands up and intertwined them with yours as you bucked your hips against his face, grinding yourself against his tongue. "Shit- feels so good Miggy." You moan and he hums against your cunt.

He moans and lets go of your left hand, bringing his right hand to start teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. He pulls away, lips glistening from your slick making you smile as he licks your arousal off. "Need more doll?" He coos and you nod.

"Yes- yes please Miguel." You whimper and he nods, shoving his middle finger inside you.

You groan and your walls clench against his digits as he starts fucking you hard. "Oh fuck!" You moan and grip your right hand against his.

"Feel good angel?" He asks softly and you nod with an almost drunken smile.

"So pretty baby." He mutters and then slides in his second finger immediately pounding his digits into you.

You let out a loud moan and try to close your legs but he quickly let go of your hand and spread them open. "Too much already doll?" He mocks making you whimper.

His fingers were much thicker than yours and you haven't had any other fingers inside you besides your own. At least in a long time.

"Look at you taking them so well." He says and looking at your cunt just sucking his fingers in.

He then shuts up and brings his mouth back to your clit, tongue flicking on your nub while his mouth sucks harshly. Your body was getting hotter and your legs were shaking as you kept them wide open for him. "Fuck!"

His praises only continued and drove your mind wild, and just like that you found out you had a praise kink. And he used that to his advantage.

Mumbling as many praises to you seeing just how much more wet you'd get for him as well seeing how long it'd take for you to just cum off his praise.

And it didn't take long for you to feel your orgasm approach before quickly taking over and your climax hit as he was calling you his good girl.

You let out cries as you came and clenched on his fingers, entire body shaking as he fucked you slowly letting you ride your high.

As soon as your breathing calmed down and he slipped his fingers out of you, you sat up and got him to sit in your position. "C'mon your turn pretty boy." You coo and he chuckles but moves so anyway.

And without another word you laid down between his knees and undid his shorts as fast as you could. You slid them off his legs and left them on top of yours before slipping his cock out of his boxers. You left those on and just started stroking him.

You lean in and lick his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing every drip then spit on the tip and letting it drip down before stroking him again. He let out a shaky breath and you looked up at him with innocent eyes that drove hims absolutely insane. "You look so pretty." He murmurs making you squeeze your thighs together.   

You then took him in your mouth, slowly bringing your head down at first not thinking you'd be able to take all of him considering how thick he was but you were slowly getting there. Only took a few minutes to take half of him before he put his hands on your head and made you take him deeper.

You were gagging against him which only made him thrust his hips into your mouth making you take all of him. You closed your eyes already feeling them fill with tears but you fought through it and took him all the way feeling his happy trail hit your nose.

You pulled away and gasped, panting but then slipped him back into your mouth and letting him do it again but for a longer period of time.

Soon enough you felt him twitch in your mouth as he was deep in your throat. You closed your eyes, breathed through your nose and prayed for the best.

He groaned and his legs shook beneath you as he shoots his load down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could but it was too much so you pulled away and let it fall in his thighs. You start stroking him slowly which makes him whine as his cock twitched at the sudden contact but yet more cum continued shooting out.

"Oh fuck!" He moans as you stroke him and go down to clean it up with your tongue.

You made sure to lick off every drop before finally taking your hand off him and taking notice he was breathing heavily. "Holy shit-" he mutters and grabs your face, bringing you in for a kiss.

You kiss back and he slides his tongue into your mouth, getting a taste of himself which only made you weak in the knees.

He then pulled away and gave you a sheepish grin, "that was- do you really have to leave?" He says and you laugh.

"Sadly. But I still have a few days left!" You say and he chuckles before bringing you into his chest as you both looked up and see a few twinkling stars above you.

And you used those days up to the best of your ability.

Now you told him the one exception was you didn't want to fuck, not there at least.

So the following day he had you wear a dress and made you sit on his face. And he made sure to emphasize "sitting down" because he wanted to feel all your weight on him.

You were scared you'd crush him but he said that'd just be the most badass way to die which only made you slap his arm. But you ended up sitting on his face and it was the best thing you'd ever tried.

You ended up like that for a good few hours before your poor pussy grew tired and you were just so overstimulated.

So you ended up making out until the sun set and you gave him a handjob as well.

The next day was your second to last day before you'd leave and he wanted to try out 69-ing to which you didn't complain about. He had already grown so use to eating you out and did not grow tired of it at all. And he loved hearing your moans, feeling your body shaking.

So he couldn't complain either.

That same day he had the brilliant idea of trying to eat you out underwater, you told him he'd actually die if he did that but he claimed he could hold his breath for a while.

Well it felt weird for both parties and he nearly drowned so that wasn't worth it. But you then stroked him while hiding behind a big rock then you got down to your knees so he could cum on your face.

And finally on your last day you sat next to each other and touched each other until you both came at the same time.

Prior to that you were just spending time together for the final time. He wanted you both to cum as the sun set. How romantic.

As you both got up and got dressed you sighed, sad that your little summer fling would come to an end.

And unfortunately never getting the chance to actually have him fuck you. But nothing lasted forever.

So after the final make out session you both pulled away breathless and you felt sad. But also happy it happened at all. And that you got to meet him.

"If it's meant to be I'm sure you'll get to go all the way in the future." You joked making him laugh and smile.

"Hopefully doll, I'm sure you feel absolutely amazing." He murmurs and you slap his arm before shrugging and giving him a sly wink finally walking away to never see him again.

Or so you think.

Your parents ended up giving you the grand surprise that you weren't actually leaving. You were moving to California.

And the reason your sister didn't come was because they actually gave her the house and her boyfriend was going to move in.

Why they didn't think of telling you before? Who knows but now you were gonna be leaving here and they made you enroll in the nearest university.

Somehow you got in just in time for classes to start to. You didn't have high hopes in seeing Miguel considering he'd told you a couple times he didn't really like university and wasn't really thinking about going back.

And you weren't sure in telling him you weren't going back after all. Especially considering you just had a couple good summer nights together.

So you didn't give it a second thought and just decided that's all it would be. A summer fling.

Not like you had much choice considering you didn't have any way of contacting him anyway.

You ended up going to your first day of uni and met two lovely girls outside who immediately helped you out. Frenchie and Sandy.

They were so sweet and led you to your classes, even having a few with both of them surprisingly.

You ended up having the same schedule layout and you all ended up going to the large dining hall to get something to eat.

You were then introduced to their other three girl friends, Rizzo, Marty, and Jan. Frenchie explained their little group were called the pink ladies which you thought was cute. They all had matching jackets as well.

Suddenly a girl named Patty comes along and the trio roll their eyes and groan. You pretend you don't notice and just take a bite out of the macaroni you got before she sat down next to you and started blabbing about who knows what.

Then Frenchie, a godsend angel, turned to you and asked you how your summer was.

"It was good! Spend most of my time at the beach. Might've met someone there..." you say and Patty beside you giggles but Rizzo just scoffs.

"Laying all your eggs in one basket? For some guy?" She asks and you shrug.

"He was... special." You say and she gives you a fake smile.

"There is no such thing hun." She says and you sigh looking at Patty. "It was so romantic."

On the other end of campus, on some bleachers, the self proclaimed 'T-Birds' were also asking Miguel how his summer went. But he had already told them that he met a girl.

But unlike your reminiscing of the romantic portion of your days together, his friends' immediate thoughts went to the more explicit portion...

"You don't wanna hear all the horny details." Miguel teases and all the guys gather around him yelling at him that they absolutely do.

So you both ended up spilling what you wanted to reveal except you kept your mouth shut on your exhibitions, not wanting to say too much about that.

On the other hand Miguel gave them every dirty detail possible. But for him he couldn't bring himself to tell his friends about the romantic side of how things went.

No way in hell was he going to admit those kinds of feelings in front of the guys. And mostly because they all just fucked around. Even though he knew he felt something besides just when things switched to the dirty side.

And thus you both reminisced on your favorite parts of your time together not knowing you were both on the same campus. Soon enough you'd both run into each other shocked but for now you stayed in your respective friend group.

As you walked out of the dining hall and to your last class Jan asked, "so what was his name?"

"Miguel O'Hara." You replied and her eyes widened as her and Marty burst into giggles but Rizzo smacks them to shut up.

"If you believe in miracles I'm sure Prince Charming will show up again some day. Somewhere unexpected." She says and gives you a smile.

"Think so?" You ask and she nods, grinning ear to ear as the other two girls follow her giggling their heads off.

"Oh you think so Frenchie?" You ask turning to the redhead and she avoids your gaze, awkwardly laughing and grabbing your arm.

She gives Sandy a look before Sandy links with your other arm, "how about we get to class yeah?" She says to you and you nod, questioning what the hell was going on.

#atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara imagine #Spider-Man #miguel ohara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel o hara #miguel x y/n #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 #summer lovin #greaser!miguel #grease au #miguel ohara x you #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara fic

[penny-anna]

i have other things to do but here we gooooo owl house fic recs:

Autism to Autism Communication by Polyhexian

"I understand sarcasm," Hunter said, sounding offended. He crossed his arms. "You didn't do the voice thing." Darius stared at him. "The what?" Hunter put his arms in the air and gave his hands a sarcastic little wave. "I GuEsS I'LL hAvE tO sToP cOmInG oVeR, tHeN," he said in the most over the top and comical parody of sarcasm that Darius had ever heard in his life.

everything by this author is great & this one is a joy and a delight!!

Extant Species by Polyhexian

She'd been called a monster more times than she could count, but she knew what a real monster looked like.

i'd happily rec a bunch of polyhexian's stuff but this lil vee & hunter fic was a highlight. especially enjoy the part where hunter's advising her on how best to go about murdering him. love that for them both!!

Owlet by Polyhexian

"Eda!" Hunter yelled as he shouldered open the door and Hooty cooed and rambled at him, "I need help with my potions homewooooooaaaat the HELL is that?!" Luz looked up from where she was sitting on the couch and reading what appeared to be a romance novel about werewolves. "What is what?" "That!" he yelled, pointing at the hulking behemoth curled up in the middle of the room in a massive pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. "Is that the owl beast?!"

& 1 more!! short n sweet n cute

With Clay and Star Scraps by SiryyGray

Hunter decided to do some research into Grimwalkers. First discovery: Grimwalkers were outlawed in every city under every rule as far back as the history books go. Second discovery: Grimwalkers have no natural means of death. Third discovery: there’s a caveat to that second one.

some absolutely brutal grimwalker content. SPOILERS: hunter can't outlive belos.

Intrusion by rayrock

'He drops something in. It moves and writhes, but it is clearly exhausted. “Eat,” is all he says, voice barely above a whisper. But it is a demand nonetheless, intimidating enough to send shivers down her spine. She hisses in protest once more. He tucks the notepad and pen into his cloak and pulls out a staff. It unfolds and glows a bright red. He does not say anything more. He is nearly always silent when she sees him.' Or: Vee and the Golden Guard’s relationship is complicated, but it is there

some more vee & hunter content for you

just a little bit left by prodigalDaughter

The first time Darius had seen the new Guard unmasked, the fury and betrayal had risen in him like floodwater, bubbling and steaming out of creeks and sewers. Creed had never told him he had a son. —— Hunter has discovered what he is, but he’s not the only one who has to grapple with assumptions made about his origins.

hey remember the other day when i was talking about 'what if darius thought hunter was the previous golden guard's son'! well here u go someone wrote that fic

Wild and Wandering Cries by PorcelanaRota

So his uncle goes flying into the wall directly above him and he is unable to dodge. And his uncle, who is now more palisman curse slime than he is flesh and blood, splatters on the wall, on the ground, on him. Hunter’s been in hundreds of life-or-death situations. He’s felt real and true and visceral fear that sank into his bones and marinated into terror more times than not. Still, nothing has ever left him so shocked and horrified and just flat-out scared that time has actually stopped.

belos splash zone? belos splash zone.

mistakes (the thrilling saga, in high definition) by quynnyah

"This," Amity says, "is not normal human behavior." (Or: Amity and Hunter volunteer to help Camila on a grocery trip. It goes about as well as expected.)

some banging amity & hunter in the human realm stuff for u

Notched by angelcloves

Belos removes the ear tag from his newest Grimwalker.

tiny wee fic giving a backstory for Hunter's notched ear. i rotate this concept in my brain all the time. absolutely twisted.

There is no open window, but the floors still creep by theprincessofdenial

On Tuesday, they eat Chinese. On Wednesday, Camila once again doesn’t have the time to cook, so pizza it is. On Thursday, she wants to make a proper dinner but there’s a hold up at the clinic, Luz knocks over a shelf, Willow has a wardrobe emergency, and then Amity’s cat goes missing. And Hunter beats Gus up so badly the boy ends up bleeding, so there’s also that.

hgnnnh i would rec this entire series if i could (it's 14 fics totally 200k total). its all so chewy i want to get my teeth into it and rrrrrrrrrr. ANYWAY this is my no 1 fav i've been back and re-read it about 7 times. love the Camila Noceda POV; the way it captures the chaos of all 6 kids in the house and makes it feel so real & vivid; the absolutely brutal Hunter characterisation. if ur a Hunter fan go read this right away.

Distance by theprincessofdenial

For the first minute, they all just stand there in silence and watch the airship slowly disappear beyond the horizon. Even though they’re supposed to react quickly, the cold still comes as a shock. It takes some time for the reality to settle in and for them to realize how useless everything they have brought is going to be when their marrow freezes. Hunter hears some of the Scouts inhaling sharply after they approach the ledge and look down. They turn around, unsure where to start, and they shuffle their feet in the snow (terrible decision, really, this way their boots are going to get wet even quicker). Hunter’s the first one to break the silence, and oh, he does it with style. He has been rehearsing that line for a week. “See you at the bottom, suckers!” he exclaims as he pulls out the staff and disappears in a flash of red light. (or: The Obligatory "Leave Everyone at the Top of the Mountain and See Who Makes It Back to the Bottom Alive" Fic. With a splash of Steve)

2nd rec from this series. exactly what it says on tin. *banging pots together* you like whump come get your whump i ADORE what this author does w Hunter. also Steve is there (whump for Steve!!)

A Potter's Field by theprincessofdenial

The view from the staircase is, well, not stunning, that’s definitely not the word. It’s just that “view” is supposed to be accompanied by “stunning,” and Luz can feel her brain coming to a screeching halt and refusing to process what they’re seeing. It's skeletons. Come on, they both knew it was going to be skeletons. The entire Isles know at this point. (Or: despite what the stories would have you believe, in the aftermath, there are things to deal with. Those things include ruined infrastructure, electing new leaders, and prosecuting those responsible for the old regime. And apparently, also Grimwalker mass graves.)

& third and final. unbelievably chewy post-canon fic. lets get into the reconstruction of the isles in full detail. goes hard as hell. will sit in my brain for a long time i think. cannot rec this enough.

and rats all for now!! i got a bunch more stuff in my 'marked for later' so watch this space

#the owl house #fic recs #the owl house fic recs

[nonbinarypirat]

A fellow enjoyer of mairuma who likes reading others headcanons/interpretations here! just thought I'd share my own headcanons

1.) I think the misfits lack parental validation from one or more parental figures so they seek that validation from someone else, like Kalego. He, as their homeroom teacher, knows full well what they're capable of and actively gives them harder challenges to further bring out their potential. So I think the misfits would seek near impossible tasks not just for the fun of it, but to receive validation from someone they look up to.

2.) I believe that Kalego shows his love in pride. And when I say love, I mean all love; familial, romantic, platonic, and the kind that you know is there but don't have a name for. I guess a good example would be Balam, his closest friend and well-respected researcher. Balam would have achieved great things in his field of research and Kalego would be very proud of him for it, though I doubt he would explicitly show it. The same would go for his students. A mix-match group of kids who have, more than once, taken the impossible and made it reality while proving him wrong every chance they get.

(also a small group of demon plus one human children have better cooperation skills than most adult demons. yes demons are self-centered but i do think its really funny.)

well, these are my headcanons sorry if its really wordy. what are your thoughts on them and what are your mairuma headcanons?

thx for reading and have a good day/night :D

I have been fully focused into my classes and college recently since I’m in my third year (we’re so close to the finishing line yall) but YES I love this!! One, I appreciate you sending me this since I haven’t done a post for a while! I promise im still here and I’m keeping up with the recent chapters 🫡. But yeah, I just love Kalego as a character. Like, he really is my favorite because I love a rude and snide character who you can tell cares a lot. Even if he won’t tell you that.

Kalego cares deeply for his students. Like sure, they annoy him and are goofballs. But at the end of the day, he is also protective of them. He knows they can accomplish great things and that’s why he’s hard on them, it’s not due to a lack of love. His pride is his way of showing affection. He will do his damnest to make sure you succeed and through his little actions, the characters can tell that he’s proud of them too. It’s the little moments with Kalego that make them know he does deeply care for them.

And yes, I also have a head cannon that for many of the misfits, they are lacking in some sort of parental or familiar love. Obviously we can’t say this for certain for all the characters, but it just feels like that’s why, no matter how much they complain about him, he also means a lot to them too.

As for my other head cannons… One head cannon I have (with the little info we have so far) is that Elizabetta grew up similarly to that little girl from Ouran Host Club, ya know the sister of the black magic club president? That is to say, I think she’s loaded but was primarily raised by her maids who gave her a lot of the romance books to keep her entertained. I think her parents were never really around. Or if they were, they don’t have her a ton of attention. I guess this is more of a head cannon slash theory? But when we see the house visits, we don’t even see her parents. A lot of them you saw the parents, a back shot or their torso. Something. We even saw Kalego call some of the parents. But her parents just wasn’t in the frame and she just kept showing him the things in her room which gives me the feeling she had a lot of material goods they bought her, but maybe not their affection. We also don’t see any adult when we learn about her ambition. Which is why I think she’s so attached to love, she is reaching for a connection she may not feel she has with her parents. And maybe in a way, she’s wants to build a family that will actually appreciate her the way she wants. Which to me makes the relationship to the misfits even more special because she finally has the love and pride of her found family. Idk, just a silly head cannon I have based on current knowledge!

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma-kun #mairuma #m!ik #character analysis #relationship dynamics #misfits #ix elizabetta

[world-of-aus]

The Reading Nook

Pairing: Modern!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None. Fluff.

Author's Note: A self indulgent piece, one that I had to force myself to finish because the longer I stared the more I felt like It was sounding worse and worse. The writers block is real but I will not be deterred! I hope you all enjoy this little piece, happy readings buns!

It’s a quiet morning in the bookshop; as it is most days, the bell above your door having only jingled a handful of times through the morning. Bookshelves line the walls of your store, smaller shelves filling in the space of your shop.  

The Reading Nook was a quiet homey place for customers to come and escape. A place born of your dreams that you turned into a reality.  

A home away from home.  

Your collection of paperback and hardcover books that were sorted neatly on your shelves provided an escape for any customer that might come in to look for their next read. From romance to horror and everything in between, there was a genre for everyone to come in and read. It filled you with joy to see a regular come in with wonder in their eyes as they made a beeline for your shelves, fingers drawing lines down the spine of the book before they plucked it from their spot. 

You’re replacing the spots were books once sat with copies fresh from the back, regulars roaming around you quietly as they look for their next read. Sliding a book into its spot, you call out a greeting as the bell in your shop rings out signaling a new customer. You’re reaching behind you to the cart that sits beside you to place the next book down but a ringed hand beats you to it, a fresh copy of the newest novel finding its place in your shelves. Looking over your shoulder the argument distinguishes on your tongue when you find those sparkling cerulean blue eyes; your shock turning to surprise. 

“Bucky, what are you doing here,” you grin turning to face the man, the black coat he has on seemingly making him broader to the eye as you move forward to get your arms around him. His grin is hidden in your hair, “it's good to see you to sweetheart,” his large hands finding your back as he returns the sentiment. “Becca said you wouldn’t be home till next week, did something happen with the settlement? You question as you pull back to meet his gaze, one of his hands comes up, fingers sweeping his longer locks away from his eyes, tucking the strands behind his ear.  “We got them to sign within the first two days that we were there, Steve wanted to stay longer but I had something back home that I wanted to come back too.” Despite wanting to ask Bucky what was here that he rushed to get back home to your excitement can hardly be contained, your arms going around the man once more. A husky chuckle meets your ear, his embrace warm as he holds you to him, “that’s wonderful news Bucky, see I told you, you two could do it,” you grin as you pull away. He shakes his head, “It was your idea that sold, we just pitched it.” 

“So, it’s really happening? The Reading Nook is expanding.” 

“It’s happening sweetheart,” you’re jumping on your toes again, Bucky ready to catch you in his arms, “thank you, thank you, thank you,” you breathe. He’s squeezing you, “don’t thank me yet, let’s find you a shop to open first yeah?” 

The two of you pull away from one another, a comforting silence blanketing the two of you as you hold one another’s gaze. Bucky’s the first to break it after a short second, “so aside from stocking the stores latest, how’s it been?” A smile pulls at your lips, “well its been busy, as you can tell,” you gesture to the book cart next to you, “regulars have been coming in more frequently for their latest reads.” 

“Oh yeah, you’ve had to order anything new,” he questions. 

“Actually, I've ordered a thing or two, even got something for you,” Bucky raises a brow, “come with me,” you say as you push the cart up against the shelf, motioning for him to follow you towards the glass register up front. There’s amusement in the man’s eye as he follows you, a bounce in your step as you round the register. He comes up to it, hands leaning on the oak surface as he watches you drop fetching something from the glassed shelves below. He leans forward to see what it is you’re grabbing but you’re popping up with a smile. He mirrors it, brow raised, you’re sliding over a brown papered package. He eyes the package taking it gingerly from the glass, his eyes meet yours, “what is it?” 

“Open it,” you laugh, he’s gentle with the wrapping, unfolding the brown paper from the package. You're hooked on the side of the glass case, watching with eager eyes as he unfolds the package that had just arrived hours earlier with the other shipment that waited in the stockroom. The search for it had been easy, there were multiple suppliers for the book online, but finding the right one in between multiple sellers had come hard for you. 

‘I want him to cherish it.’ You had told his sister Rebecca. The younger Barnes had snorted at your distressed state as you scowered the internet for the best seller, ‘Oh come on,” she said pulling the tablet from your hold to look at the current page you were searching on, “you’d be replacing his cheap old one that Sam ruined with wine during game night, with not only one volume, but a five volume classic set, of course he’s going to cherish it, it’s you - my brother love’s you.” 

While Becca had waited for your reaction at her words you didn’t give her one, “Your ma bought that copy for him Bec’s, it meant a lot to him,” you chose to say instead, opting to continue ignoring the elephant in the room as your group of friends had called your unspoken feelings for the older Barnes, and apparently the ones they were so sure he returned. “I want this to mean just as much.” 

The brunette passes you back the tablet, a confirmation of your purchase of the five-volume classic staring back at you, you meet her gaze a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips, “The reason behind you making this purchase will mean more than to my brother than you know, and if you won’t tell him how you feel about him, maybe this will finally get things rolling.” 

While Becca's words had stirred something within you, you didn’t want to grasp onto any false hope. You were happy with continuing to ignore the elephant in the room, or at least you’d keep telling yourself that. Bucky pulls you from your head with an almost inaudible breath of your name, his fingers skimming over the hardcovered case that held the five volumes of Tolkiens immortalized epic fantasy world.  

It's an emerald green, leather-bound, five-volume set accented with 22kt gold. The page-ends are gilded with a gleaming gold finish, its fabric end-sheets provide both beauty and sturdiness. Your breath is baited as you watch him slip the volumes from its protective hard cover case, his fingers roaming over the first in the volume, the hobbit. His eyes find yours, “I knew how upset you were over Sammy spilling the red wine on yours during game night, Becca say's you haven’t moved it from its spot.” 

His eyes flick down to the books, “I was afraid I'd only ruin it further if I moved it off the coffee table, think its permanently glued there now thanks to that red wine,” his laugh is humorless. “I knew how much that copy meant to you, and while I know this might not match up to it coming from your ma, I was hoping it might.” 

Bucky’s dumbfounded as he looks down at the five-volume set, his chest swelling with the fondness he has for you. “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do this.” Your head sways to the side, small smile pulling at your lips, “I may not have needed too, but I wanted too, take it as a gift for getting the buyers to sign.” 

He’s slipping each of the volumes back into its protective case, fingers running over the hardcover before he’s setting it gently down onto the glass pane. He moves then, his feet taking him behind the register where you stand waiting. His hand finds yours pulling you into a tight embrace, his lips finding the side of your head. You melt further into him, “thank you for this, it means more than you know, and hey maybe you can stop by tonight after you close shop so we can celebrate the signing?” 

You pull away reluctantly thanking the heavens that no customers have needed you thus far all your patrons still immersed in finding there next read, “I'd love that, maybe you and I can find the perfect place for it on your shelves after?” There’s a twinkle in the older Barnes eye, “I think I have the perfect place for it, so I'll see you after work?” 

Your smile twitches at the corner of your lips, “I’ll see you after work Buck.” 

He takes his exit then, books held tightly under his arm as he promises to see you after work. There’s a grin on your lips as you pull your phone from your pocket, feet guiding you back to the shelves to continue your restock. 

To becca: he loved them, he also got the buyer to sign, WERE OPENING ANOTHER STORE!!!! 

From Becca: Did he get down on one knee and propose his undying love for you?? ANOTHER STORE!! ARE WE CELEBRATING!! 

You snort, rolling your eyes at the younger Barnes antics, you’re typing in your reply when another text is coming in. 

From Becca: Hey so my brother just told me to come up with an excuse as to why I cannot celebrate with you tonight because he’d like for it to just be you and him. Anyway, here’s my excuse... ALSO I better be the first to know when it’s official I want to make sure Rogers, Wilson and the Romanoffs pay up, we can do brunch tomorrow to celebrate! 

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, eyes widening as you reread the text, fingers deleting the already written out text. 

To Becca: Rebecca Barnes what do you mean your brother asked you to make an excuse??? Make what official, Becs stop playing! YOU ALL HAVE A POOL GOING?! 

You wait with bated breath for a reply, your fingers taping away at your screen when it goes ignored. 

To Becca: REBECCA BARNES DO NOT IGNORE ME! 

You try, disbelief rolling over you in waves when a text finally comes in. 

From Becca: 🤷🙅 

From Becca: GOODLUCK! 

Any other messages sent out to the younger Barnes go ignored. Though after the first few that you send out many of your patrons are seeking you out with their newest finds ready to check out and head home. Your evenings are always fairly busy, many of your patrons filtering through with their latest finds, smiles on their faces as they bid you a farewell with one hand a plastic bag with their book in the other. 

You find there’s not much that needs to be done tonight, you had already restocked most of the morning into the early afternoon all that was left to do is do a walkthrough and make sure your store and its shelves were ready for tomorrow morning. You’re shutting off the lights, flipping your sign from open to closed with a trash bag in hand as you lock it up. 

“Need help with that?” 

You startle, trash bag coming up to your chest as you snap your head in the direction of the voice. Bucky chuckles from where he’s leaned up against the side of his car, “Buck,” you laugh despite your racing heart, “what are you doing here? I was just about to head over to you, you didn’t need to come this way.” Bucky smiles kicking off his car as he closes the distance between the two of you, grabbing the tied trash bag from your hand. “Didn’t see your car this morning,” he answers as he goes to deposit the bag in a bigger bin, “figured you were going to end up walking and thought I would save you the trouble.”  

Your lips drop open in surprise for a brief second, your heart racing in your chest as he turns back to you, closing the distance once more, bright smile and even brighter eyes shining back at you. He offers you a hand, one you willingly take as he helps you over to his car. You watch as he pulls the passenger door open obscuring your view inside as he reaches for something. Your breath catches in your throat, heart swelling in your chest when he turns back to you, a book bouquet in hand. 

Your eyes flit from the neatly arrayed set of your most treasured reads to his bright gaze, “Bucky, what is this,” you breathe as he passes it over to you, your hands careful as you bring it your chest, eyes flitting over the novels. “Been working on this for a few months now,” he admits, “had some help from Becs with it, and what better night then tonight.” Your eyes are finding his again, “this is so beautiful, thank you so much B I - I don’t know what to say,” you laugh, though you could think of a few things as you recall your messages with his younger sister from earlier. 

“This is really beautiful,” you choose to say instead as you glance back down at the books, “you’ll have to help me find a place for them when we find a new shop, I'd love to have these displayed, just like this.” 

Bucky hums, and when you look back up you catch him swaying on his feet nervously, “you okay B?” 

He lets out a breath, “I was actually hoping that I could do much more than help you find a place for them.” 

“What did you have in mind?” 

“I was hoping you’d read them to me when you had time – before you put them up on display,” your smile is warm, heart only further swelling in your chest as you look at the blue-eyed man, “I’d really love that buck, but I'm not sure how much you’ll enjoy some of my favorite picks.”  Bucky takes a step forward into your space, “I’d like to try,” he answers, “for you.” 

“For me,” you breathe. He nods stepping closer, a warm hand coming up to cup your cheek, “I've realized for some time now that there’s a lot of things I'd like to do for you, I'm not sure any of it would amount to the things you’ve done for me though.” He chuckles at the quiet breath of air that wooshes past your parted lips, his thumb running along your cheek, just under your sparkling eyes, “and as the time passed It became clearer to me that those things I'd like to do for you looked so much better if I was doing them with you.” 

Your breath is knocked from your chest, were you hearing right? 

“I was told a few times by our friends,” He continues, “that I should just come out and say it, there would be nothing for me to lose except my chance, and despite all the signs being there I guess I just needed that final push.” 

You were. 

“Bucky I – are you – do you – I" 

The two of you are breaking out into a breathless chuckle, your hold on the books tight as you look at the man before you. "I know, I know, I'm sorry it took me so long sweetheart, but I'm hoping you held onto hope just like you hold onto hope for those two idiots you're always reading about?"

You're laughing, one hand slipping from the hold you have on the bouquet, to wrap around the lapel of his coat as you pull him forward, "right until the very end," you whisper as you close the last bit of space left between the two of you, your lips slotting together.

The feeling better than any ending you've ever read.

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x you #Bucky Barnes au #modern!bucky #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes fanfic

[littlebluentebook]

Alastor x Reader pt.6

A/N Oh my goodness! I didn't expect the story to get this much attention! Im going to do some sort of second story where Alastor and the reader are in hell. If theres no objections I'll also feature some helluva boss characters (just to advance the plot!)

I am very sorry for not updating! I went out of town, nearly broke my hip, got sick, and started a new job all in the last 2 weeks. I should be able to post once every three days now :)

Thank you to everyone reading the story! I love sharing my ideas and feel free to reach out if there are any stories you want to see!

TW-Animal Blood(?)

Chapter 7

You woke up in Alastor's arms. It wasn't on purpose! You both had agreed to split the bed, pride getting in the others way. Apparently, somewhere in the night you each reached for the other. Not minding the extra warmth, you fell back asleep. There was no point in moving away; you liked him, he was comfy, and kept you warm. The second time you woke up, the sun was bright and the bed was empty. Worried you checked the clock to make sure you hadn't overslept to open the shop. You had forty five minutes to get the store open. Not as much time as you would have liked, but also not anything too out of your range.

"Ah! My sleeping beauty, glad you're now awake!" a voice said from the doorway. Alastor? You thought he had left. "Come now! I have made us breakfast."

Alastor could cook. Breakfast tasted like it was picked up from a five star restaurant on the more expensive side of town. Over breakfast he told you that he was unable to leave such a beautiful person alone and you needed the rest from the previous night. He actually didn't leave you at all that day.

He sat talking with you in your shop keeping well mannered company. Alastor would never admit it, but he absolutely loved listening to you talk. He spent so much time talking on the radio it was nice to finally be listening to others. He never really cared for sewing but asked you questions about how you did certain things and complimenting your stitch work. He also would assist you while you worked; measuring, flipping things right side outing grabbing fabric as needed. He liked feeling useful to you and watching you work on something you were passionate about.

:Thank you so much for your help today Allie."

"Allie?" He tilted his head like a puppy hearing 'no' for the first time.

"Yeah! Like a nickname," you beamed at him. Alastor mulled the name over in his head before deciding it was okay when it rolled off your tongue and into his ears. No one else could ever be allowed to call him Allie aside from you.

"Hmmmm. Alright" He was at a loss for a nickname truly just wanting to call you his. "Why don't we go and fetch ourselves dinner. I know the most exquisite place!"

"that would be lovely!" Your demeanor was much calmer than your racing thoughts. First, Alastor had stayed the night and made breakfast. Secondly he spent the entire day with you. And now he wanted to take you to dinner! You felt like a romance character from the books you had read and heard stories of.

He had helped you close the shop, took your arm in his (it was the only way you two ever walked together) and he led the way to the restaurant.

It was a nice place with candles and flowers on the table. There was a live band playing softly to entertain guests as they dined.

Alastor was sweet and kind with you, he made excellent recommendations about what drinks to try and meals to order. You both split a cake together for dessert. The night was wonderful, absolutely perfect! The only thing that there you off was the way in which Alastor ordered his steak.

"Alastor!" you had whisper-yelled "that cow is so undercooked I can still hear it moo-ing in the fields. Do we need to have the waiter take it back for just a moment longer?"

"Haha oh no darling! I just enjoy my cut of meat like this. It holds so much more flavor!" You gave him a quizzical look swearing you had just seen blood dark as your wine pool on the plate.

When your night had come to an end, Alastor had walked you home and kissed your cheek. It had left you red and blushing thinking about it as you slept.

The next morning you had awoken ready to start your chores. You folded the blanket and pajamas that Alastor had borrowed and cleared a drawer for the items to reside in. Today you had a new activity you hadn't done in years.

You walked down the stairs leading to your shop and to the circular display table at the center of your shop. Grabbing the wilted flowers and vase you got to work and put them in your oven to dry them out. You loved keeping gifts, flowers were beautiful but difficult to keep but you made it work.

The entire day you were all that was on Alastor mind. He simply could not get enough of you despite spending the entire day together before. He was talking to his mother about the feeling and how he had never experienced it, unsure of what to do he was searching for advice. His mother was not helping the situation, she merely laughed at him. "Oh Al, why don't'cha go onna date together and court the poor thing!" What if you didn't like him back? What if he made a total fool of himself. His mother could sense his worries, "well whoever can put up with ya for a full day definelty doesn't not like you." She pinched his cheeks and went back to cooking for the both of them

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[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 10

Byakuya does not get to go to bed :/

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

headcanoning Chihiro as transmasc here!

Byakuya throwing up death flags

This one was so much fun to write...Chihiro you are so everything to me...

beta read by @moonlighttogami!

Content warning tags: I don't think any apply here actually?

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There’s someone outside his door as he approaches, however.

He feels a vein beginning to jump in his temple as he registers who it is. Fujisaki, the programmer, was apparently more persistent than he originally gave credit, and is hovering at the entrance of his room. She fidgets as she notices their approach, and hesitates a moment before speaking up. “Um…”

“Didn’t I make it clear that I’m not interested?” He says flatly. She cringes at that, but surprisingly, doesn’t run off this time. It seems that she had grown a spine since they last spoke. “Listen. I don’t care for women like you, especially not ones that are as fragile as paper.”

“I-I’m not here for anything like that!” She yelps, face pinking. “That…can we talk? Please? In secret?”

“You’re really going to ask that now?” He raises an eyebrow at her, unimpressed, and she colors further. “Are you that stupid?”

“Byakuya,” Makoto nudges him with his elbow. His voice is soft, careful. “Maybe you should hear her out, okay? I don’t think she would’ve come up to you if it wasn’t important.”

“I can’t imagine what she has to say that could be important to me.” He scoffs back. But Makoto elbows him again, and he sighs. “Fine. Let’s go to the bathhouse; I’ll hear you out there.”

Fujisaki turns between him, then to Makoto, as if about to ask something, but he turns and begins walking away, and hears her footsteps hurrying after him. Makoto is walking beside her, saying something with intention to comfort.

“He’s really not that bad,” he’s saying, in a tragically awful attempt at a hushed whisper. “He just doesn’t like hanging out with people.”

“I-it’s okay,” Fujisaki murmurs back, equally terrible at moderating her volume. “I don’t mind it, it’s actually part of why I need to talk to him…”

What the hell are they talking about, he thinks. He still isn’t wholly convinced that this isn’t Fujisaki’s attempt at a misplaced high-school romance, and frankly he’s not interested in having to deal with such a thing a second time in one night. But Makoto had urged him to consider it, at least, and now here they were.

In the bathhouse, he takes a seat on one of the benches, crossing one leg over the other and waiting imperiously, for Fujisaki to explain herself. The girl trembles, shaking like a leaf, until he snaps. “Well? Or did you just call me here to waste my time.”

“N-no! It’s, well…” She hesitates, and he clicks his tongue, annoyed. At once, he can hear sniffling. “U-um…”

“If you cry, I’m leaving.”

“I’m not! M’not, just- give me a moment.” There’s another sniffle, and she scrubs hastily at her eyes. “Okay. Um, Byakuya…I think I know your secret.”

There is a pause as he digests those words. But he frowns, eyes narrowing - how had she done that? Had she managed to see the contents of his envelope when Fukawa was peeking at it? “...Explain.”

“Your secret…it’s your eyes, r-right? You can’t see.” She says it slowly, cautiously, and he simultaneously feels himself relax and tense at the same time. “I-I noticed it before the motive announcement! Um, sorry…”

He doesn’t reply for a moment. To be honest, it was a relief - so it wasn’t the contents of the envelope that she knew about, but rather, his eyes - but it was also just as much a danger. Now, it was Makoto, Kirigiri, and Fujisaki who knew of his condition. “How did you realize it?”

As if bolstered by the confirmation, she perks up. “It was when you were reading! Um, during mealtimes, you’d usually have a book or something…but it was weird how you were reading it.” She taps a finger to her chin, remembering. “It was…I pay a lot of attention to how people’s pupils move, because I was working on a program before we came here that could allow people to enter a virtual world, and part of that involved tracking eye-movement, but we don’t have any equipment that could let me continue code development so I just found myself watching people’s eyes for research-”

“Stop blathering. What’s your point.”

“R-right! Um, the point is…your eyes weren’t moving like someone else’s would when they read. Rather than reading…it was like you were trying to pretend to read? Your pupils kept moving back and forth at different intervals.” Without thinking, he reaches up to touch his eyes, but catches himself, and instead adjusts his glasses. “Like…you were forgetting that you were reading, almost? When I talked to Kirigiri, she said that she suspected it too.”

“Is that why the both of you came to see me in the library the other day?”

“Y-yeah, I…I wanted to help.” There’s a determined edge to her voice, and she straightens up, confident. “Um, I was tinkering with the e-handbooks a little before the last trial, and I found out that there’s a function that can read out the apps and settings and stuff out loud…and, since there’s a camera on the handbooks, I’m pretty sure I can rig it to read other text out loud, too. Like a text-to-voice function.”

“Really?” He stands up, and grabs her shoulders. If that was true…it meant he could read things on his own. Have some semblance of control over his surroundings that didn’t rely on anyone else.

Granted, he did have Makoto read to him nearly the whole day today as they went through files, but it wasn’t necessarily the best experience for either of them. Makoto read too slowly at some points, or had difficulty with certain words, and after only a few hours had requested a break for the sake of his throat. The progress they made was less than optimal.

“U-um…” She wobbles on her heels. “P-please…”

He suddenly realizes that he must have been shaking her, and hastily let's go. “...My apologies. I got ahead of myself.” He fixes his glasses again, his sleeve cuffs, and tries to calm the small outburst of excitement. It was unbecoming of him, but…this was possibly the best news he’d received since coming here. “But please, elaborate. How would you do this?”

“Th-that’s okay…” Her face is blazing red. “Um, it’s…with this.”

She turns to the flat wall of green tiles behind her, and he belatedly realizes that it’s actually lockers. She unlocks one, and withdraws a laptop - the same one that Kyoko had found in the library - except now, as she opens the lid, it hums quietly with life.

“Hello, Master!”

Makoto gasps as a small, tinny voice chimes from the computer’s speakers. Byakuya can’t make out anything on screen beyond a vague, green glow. “What is this?”

“I-it’s a program…specifically, it’s an AI.” She sets it down on a bench, crouching in front of it. “Um, I’ve named it Alter Ego…Kyoko asked me to see if I could hack into the school network, b-but the firewall is really complex, and it’d take me a long time. A-and, I…I don’t know how long I’ll last here, so…I thought I’d make an AI that could learn and do it without me.”

To say that it’d be easier to create a fully-functioning AI in a course of a few days than to hack into a network was something that only an Ultimate-level computer programmer could say. ”That’s insane.” Byakuya says bluntly, but he can’t help but raise a hand to hide his grin spreading across his face. “Well done.”

“E-eh! Ah, th-thank you…”

Makoto keeps looking between him, then Fujisaki, then the computer, as if in disbelief. “Wait, but…how does this relate to the handbooks?”

“R-right!” She pulls her own handbook out of her pocket. “Um, I tested with my own already, and there hasn’t been anything bad yet…but you can put your own apps onto the handbooks. I…I can put a version of Alter Ego in your handbook that can read text out loud, or describe pictures, and stuff. It wouldn’t be nearly as robust as Alter Ego in the computer, but-”

“That’s perfect.” If he were a lesser man, he might’ve hugged Fujisaki for this. As it is, he claps a hand on her shoulder, nearly knocking her over with his enthusiasm. “Then, shall we get started?”

“W-wait a moment!”

Makoto grabs his arm as he’s pulling his handbook out of his pocket, nearly causing him to drop the thing. At once, he jerks his arm back, lips curling in annoyance. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Makoto stumbles backwards, thrown off. “Sorry-I just-” His face was pink, oddly enough, and he stammers incoherently for a moment. “Um…there was a rule added recently! Where we can’t lend handbooks out to each other, so…so we should be careful, right?”

He grits his teeth, crossing his arms and looking away. But as much as he hates to admit it, Makoto is right; in his excitement, he was forgetting to practice caution. If that was all it took to sway him now, he may as well step down from heir this instant.

“...If I stay here with the handbook, it should be fine.” He says, finally. “But, that does raise a different point. Surely, you’re not doing this for free. What do you really want?”

Whatever it is, as long as it wasn’t at the cost of his life, he was sure he could provide it, or, he could have Makoto help him. Fujisaki seemed smart, and likely wouldn’t ask for anything that was impossible. The girl squirms, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“It…has to do with my secret.” She says, haltingly. “Um, you see, I…I’m not…a girl.”

There’s a quiet pause as the words hang in the air. Byakuya takes a moment to process them, but for the first time in recent memory, he finds himself at a loss for words. “...Okay?”

Apparently, that wasn’t the expected reaction. “I-I’m being serious! I’m really a boy, even though I look like this-” Fujisaki tries to stand too suddenly, and slips, crashing into the ground. “Ow!”

“Makoto, help h - Fujisaki, up.” He pulls his glasses off to rub at the bridge of his nose, suddenly exhausted. “Just…explain yourself.”

It’s a story told with stutters and the occasional sniffle, but it’s not an extraordinary one in Byakuya’s opinion. It’s pitiable, certainly, and to some degree he can understand the need to conceal one’s self for the sake of personal safety and peace. But when the story is over, he can’t help the exasperated sigh that leaves him. “So is that all?”

Fujisaki nods jerkily. During his recounting, he had come close to tears no less than three times by Byakuya’s estimate, but his fists are clenched tightly at his sides. “I don’t care if you tell the others,” He says, with about as much resolution behind his teeth as a man being threatened with torture. “I was planning to tell everyone anyway. But I’m sick of how-how weak I am, and I want to change that!”

It’s an honorable reason, he supposes. He glances at Makoto, who seems dumbfounded by the whole thing, leaning against the wall of lockers. For someone who lived an average, middle-class life without such concerns, this sort of thing must be way over his head.

“Your identity is your business.” Byakuya sighs. “I still fail to see what this has to do with your offer to me.”

“Because…because you’re so strong compared to me.” Fujisaki says this in a hushed voice, face blazing again. “You never really back down to anyone, and you’re always standing up for yourself, even in front of really scary people, and- and even though you’re blind, you don’t let it get to you at all, and it’s just- it’s so- so cool.” He shakes his head, and stands up straight, turning to Byakuya. “I…I want to be strong like you.”

For a moment Byakuya wonders if this really was just a long-winded, complex confession. He’s not sure if he’s relieved or even more bemused by the reality of it. “So, in return for putting Alter Ego on my handbook, you want me to teach you to be strong?” 

Fujisaki nods eagerly.

That’s impossible, is his automatic response. He just barely keeps it locked behind his teeth. But strength - or whatever Fujisaki was mistaking for strength from him - wasn’t something that he could teach.

If he really was strong, things would be different. He wouldn’t need to follow the whims and rules established by people below him. He wouldn’t need to have Makoto follow him around, reading for him like a child. He wouldn’t lose himself to panic, freezing up in dark hallways, or grow desperate enough to try using his own body as a bargaining chip. He was not strong, not right now; he was flawed, desperate, and terribly, constantly afraid.

“...I can’t help you.” He says at last. “What you are describing as ‘strength’ isn’t something that can be taught. I only became this way because I had to, or else everything that I was would have become meaningless.” The inheritance game for his family had been an ugly one, and one that needed him to cast away meaningless sentiments. It had been painful, but the results were clear; he was victorious, while some of his siblings had suffered fates worse than death. 

Fujisaki visibly deflates, but then perks up as he continues. “You’re already strong enough, from what I can tell. You’re smart enough to recognize someone’s fallacies and prepare an appropriate set of negotiations, and you have the willpower and resolve to confess your secret to others. Those things aren’t exactly commonplace, and can be considered strengths in and of themselves.” He pauses, considering. “The only thing you’re really lacking is confidence…and for that, I can advise you, I suppose.” 

At these words, Fujisaki makes as if to say something, before Byakuya cuts him off. “However, it will come at a price.”

“A…price?”

In lieu of a response, he lifts his handbook with a smile. “Put Alter Ego on this, first, and then we’ll talk.”

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An hour later, he’s sitting on the bench with his handbook open on his lap, a cord running between the little device and Fujisaki’s laptop.

In the end, this was the easiest workaround they could find around Monokuma’s rule on handbook possession. Fujisaki is crouched on the gorund beside him, fingers flying over the keyboard. His eyes are wide with focus, and pressed so close to the screen that his face was tinged green.

Makoto was gone. Byakuya had sent him away, despite his protests. He doubted Fujisaki’s physical capabilities in staging a murder anyways, and the prize was worth the risk. And also because the few attempts at conversation that Makoto had made were quickly shut down by the programmer, who sternly and politely requested that any outside distractions be shut out. Now, the room was almost completely quiet, the silence broken only by the soft gurgling of pipes or the whirring of the computer’s fans.

It leaves him with time to think. To mull over the events of the day. From the reveal of the second motive, to Fukawa’s actions, and Fujisaki’s offer; overall, he had lost one thing, but gained another. All things considered, it was an acceptable outcome.

There was an issue still, however. His secret - he still did not know what it was that Monokuma enclosed in that envelope, still crumpled and tucked in his inner pocket, poking at his chest. He could use Alter Ego’s text-to-speech function, but that would mean allowing that information to become data, something that the AI itself had explained when introducing itself to Byakuya earlier, at the start of the download.

“The more you use me, the more I learn, and it’ll let me do more than just hack the firewall.” The program had Fujisaki’s voice, albeit brighter and steadier, as it explained its own terms of usage. “But if you want, I can opt out of using certain information. For anything you don’t want me to remember, please let me know beforehand.”

Alter Ego had chirped this with an oddly human tone of confidence, but he found it hard to believe its words - in an enclosed space where information sources were scarce, what was stopping it from doing so anyways?

…Maybe I’m being too paranoid. He covers his eyes with a hand. Here he was, isolated in a room with no cameras, allowing Fujisaki to tinker with his handbook. Wasn't he getting too worried about the wrong thing?

“Done!”

He jerks his head up. Fujisaki has his arms raised in triumph. “I did it! Take a look at your handbook now.”

He looks down, and it still looks the same. The brightness is turned down, so he can make out individual shapes easier, but the words were still otherwise illegible to him. He taps at one of the navigation buttons several times in quick succession -

“School Regulations. Student Profile. Settings.” A robotic voice chirrups from the speaker, and he nearly drops it in surprise. “Applications. Date and time.”

“You can use the navigation buttons to swap between the tabs…and it’ll say out loud what tab you’re on.” Fujisaki explains, as he gathers up the cord. “You can also change the volume output with those buttons on the side. If you select a tab, it’ll read out what’s in it…um, it might be easier to figure it out by working with it yourself, though.”

“Show me how to use the text-to-speech first.”

He tests the function with a poster on the wall. After a moment of held-breath silence - 

“‘Rules of the bathhouse.’”  Alter Ego’s voice, more human-like than the automatic one of the handbook, is even and monotone through the tiny speakers. “‘Do not run or horseplay. Clean up after yourselves. And most importantly, practice safety and respect!’“

Byakuya barely manages to contain the palpable elation that threatens to break his composure. As it is, he humors Fujisaki’s giddy, tentative offer of a high-five, a grin threatening to split his face.

“I don’t offer praise freely, you know.” He says, closing the handbook and tucking it, safely, preciously, into his breast pocket. “But if you happen to be in the market for a job once we’re out of here, feel free to keep me in mind.”

As if that would ever happen. Based on what he’s seen, his work was unparalleled, and there were probably countless companies falling over themselves waiting for him to graduate. But Fujisaki laughs, and nods.

“Sure, I’ll put you on the list.” He replies with a smile, and the cheekiness of his words is not lost on Byakuya. To go from timid and trembling to this in the span of evening…

It seemed that he was going to be just fine.

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[thepenultimateword]

Old Bones Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

CW: Blood, violence, death/defensive killing, torture, captivity

Lav’s skin flushed a shade that would have been pretty if it weren’t also so warm—moist and piping pink like a cut of underdone pork.

“You’ve got a fever,” Vampire said, lifting the back of their hand from their host’s forehead.

“Only a little one.”

“Should you be getting fevers?”

Lav shifted onto their side, pulling their puffy covers to their chin with a tired exhale. “Sometimes.” When Vampire’s hand landed on their forehead again, they added, “I’ve put something off too long, that’s all. I’ll be fine.”

They covered Vampire’s hand with their own sweaty one, briefly interlocking fingers.

A shock as electric and hair-raising as lightning coursed up Vampire’s arm, and they jerked back so sharply they bit their lip, sharp incisor piercing a shallow hole.

Lav’s hand hung in the air a moment before quickly tucking back beneath the covers. “Sorry.”

Vampire looked at the ground embarrassed by the overreaction. “S’fine.” It took them a moment to muster any more. “Can I get you anything?”

“Mmm..." Lav hesitated, flopping their cheek against their pillow and staring past Vampire at the rosehip hangings over their door. "A book? If you don't mind reading aloud for a bit that is.”

"Of course! One moment." Vampire retreated to the guest room, shaking the contents of their satchel onto their bed. Now. Which title to choose. A research text? A story? What was Lav's taste? After reading passages to them most nights, they should know by now, but Lav always acted equally interested in everything. That probably should have taken off some of the pressure, but this was different. They didn't want to be humored. They wanted to actually deliver something enjoyable. Something comforting. Helpful.

Their fingers brushed over a dark leather cover with dark silver lettering. Field of Flowers.

A romance. A sappy one but…well...it would be entertaining. And a softer story would probably be more welcome than a thick scholarly tome.

Vampire headed back to Lav's room, plopping down on the foot of their mattress. They made no precursor before starting into the first page. "Marian Sterling had only three things to her name, a yellow linen dress already worn and lightened from the sun, a pocket booklet of pressed flowers, and her mother's locket. The booklet had been a gift from her father before he left to sea, never returning. And the locket, well, she'd had that for as long as she could remember, with only the contents, a small couple's portrait from her parents' courting days, to know her by."

Vampire gradually painted Marian's tale, her tiring travel away from the cruel relatives who raised her, her close call with thieves along the highway, the humiliation of being turned away dirty and penniless when she finally reached a town with an inn, her fateful encounter with Lord Sebastian when he caught her plucking the flowers from his meadows, the recognition of her locket, the accusations of thievery and the eventual invitation to work in his home. Vampire read rabidly, glancing up once in a while to watch Lav's reactions or to make sure they hadn't fallen asleep.

They were proud to find Lav just as rapt as them, eyes dropped but alight with thought. It wasn’t until the first romantic scene that Vampire realized their mistake.

A hot blush crept up the back of their neck, the blood ringing in their ears so they could barely hear the words they spoke. "Sebastian took Marian's face in his hands, warm, calloused fingers stroking the tears off her cheek. "'Marian," he said, his voice soft, like the first roll of thunder in an approaching storm. His breath tickled her face and...um...h-his lips...his lips pressed soft..." Vampire swallowed. "You know, this part is a little boring, why don't we skip it."

"Boring?" Lav said, raising their eyebrows high over dark circled eyes. "Au contraire, I've been on the edge of my seat for Lord Sebastian's confession, please continue."

"You're sure...?"

"Of course, do not hold back on my account. I may appear tired, but I promise, I'm at complete attention."

That was what worried Vampire. This wouldn't have happened if they'd just chosen a book about frogs. Vampire swallowed again and took a deep breath.

"...firstothecurvehernecknextothesmoothlineofherjawandfinallytohermouthcatchingherbreathinherthroatlikewindinakitetakingherhigherandhigher. Dangerous. Thehighershedriftedthemorelikelytocrumpleifdroppeddoomedbyachangeofwind. Shepushedthethoughtawayfornowthewindswerefavorable. Herfingerstangledinhishairand--"

Lav burst out laughing, freezing Vampire's tongue against the roof of their mouth.

"Stop, stop!" They wheezed, coughs riddling their chuckles with halts and starts. An especially violent fit seized them, and they rolled over onto their side still grinning as they simultaneously clutched their bedcovers and chest.

Vampire blushed harder, fighting the urge to chuck the book at Lav's face and run. They won against the first part, but they shot off the bed before they knew what they were doing.

"Wait!" Lav's feverish hand grabbed the hem of their tunic. Vampire could have easily broken their grip. After all they were weak from the sick, practically teetering on one elbow, but Vampire held, book folded tightly against their chest. Lav swallowed the laughter but none of the warmth. "We can skip it. I'm sorry. You were so cute and awkward trying to get through it, I wanted to see a little more of it. I'm sorry."

Cute. Cute. Cute.

It repeated over and over in Vampire's head. Did it mean anything to their new friend? Or were they simply being familiar? Kind and playful as usual.

"You should probably rest," Vampire said, turning only to place the book on the bedstand. They avoided's Lav's predator gaze, burning so intensely into the side of their face. "I'll be back in a bit with lunch."

"I've upset you."

"No!" Vampire held out their hands. "I'm fine. But I've kept you up, and sick people are meant to sleep."

They snuck a look at Lav's face and found their expression somewhere between exhausted and distressed. "I don't want you to go."

"I-it's only for a couple hours."

"I don't want to be alone again."

Vampire furrowed their brow. Were they still talking about this moment? They probably weren't thinking straight with that fever. In a moment of boldness, they took Lav's shoulders and pushed them back against the pillows, drawing the covers up to their chin and tucking sweaty hair behind their ears. "I'll be right here when you wake up."

Lav drew their lips into a pout, but eventually, begrudgingly, they closed their eyes, quickly drifting off into fitful sleep.

Vampire spent the rest of the afternoon between rooms, changing cold compresses, searching out the contents of the larder for blood tea, holding the teacup to a disoriented Lav's lips. Their host was losing their lucidity throughout the day, staring at Vampire in a confused daze whenever they woke them, then drifting off once again. By evening, the other undead seemed no better than they had in the morning. In fact, they seemed worse.

Vampire settled next to the hearth with uneasiness roiling in their gut. The larder held quite a bit of raw boar and rabbit, things Lav could eat, but blood was low. Not to mention a day full of compresses and dishes was using up what was left of the well water. It was fine for now, but a day or so more and they'd be out. And that would be it. Lav wasn't strong enough to leave, and Vampire... Maybe Vampire would have to brave the trip outdoors.

Their throat tightened as they sipped their blood tea, making it hard to swallow.

Everything's going to be ok.

They repeated it in their head like a mantra, until they were almost convinced it was true.

Then came a knock on the door.

Vampire flattened themselves against the cushions. They probably should have heard the footsteps outside ages ago, but they'd been too caught up in their own thoughts. What did they do? Lav was sick. They couldn't come to the door.

The knock came again, harder. "Open up!"

Were they planning to knock the door off its hinges?

Ignore them. Ignore them and they'll go away.

"I can see the chimney smoke, I know someone is at home."

Curse it!

"For the safety of the people, the town has voted in favor of home searches. It will only take a few moments of your time."

No, no, this wasn't happening. This was a dream. Maybe Vampire could slip out a window. Disappear until they were gone. But...then there was Lav. They were completely bedridden. And what if the villagers had become suspicious. Their eyes had grown more distrustful with each visit. The look of prey in the presence of a predator. And the contents of the Larder weren't exactly balanced. If they so much as suspected...they wouldn't be taking any chances.

"If you don't comply we will enter by force."

Vampire snatched a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around them like a hooded shawl, covering the points of their ears and much of their slender build. If they kept their head down, maybe they could pass.

They took a shuddering breath and opened the door, just a crack. Just enough to see three villagers on the porch steps, the same broad-shouldered redhead from the last few times up at the front.

“Hi, um, my friend is sick right now, so--"

Before they could finish the villager kicked the door, cracking the wood on the wall behind and sending Vampire sprawling.

Their shoulder slammed against the wood floor, hands loosening from their blanket cover. A succession of gasps filled the room.

"That's it!"

"There it is!"

"I knew the thing was holing up out here."

Vampire scrambled toward the the stairs, blanket tangling their limbs and felling them more than once along the way.

Heavy boots pounded on their heels, a thick meaty hand catching them by the scruff.

Vampire twisted and hissed. Something forced into their mouth, first cold and bitter and then suddenly burning. They shrieked, muffled against the iron bar wedged between their teeth. Tight leather straps came together at the back of their skull, securing the muzzle in the pace.

Vampire shoved at the bit with their tongue, raising blisters and numbing the metallic flavor.

“Look at those fangs!” admired one of the men. His pencil mustache curled upward with the sick grin beneath it.

Vampire summed up their undead strength, planting a rib-cracking punch to the redhead's abdomen. He released, falling back on his rear with a string of curses flowing off his tongue.

Vampire hit the ground on hands and knees. Something sharp immediately jabbed into their back. followed by the same searing pain in their mouth. Like being hit with a hot poker, and as they writhed they saw it was a poker, black and cold and iron.

Redhead slowly rose to his feet, clutching his side as he stalked toward them. One big boot flew into Vampire's nose with an audible crunch. Dark blood drizzled sizzling over the metal bit and into their mouth. "Cursed parasite. Samuel, get those ropes."

The third man rushed forward hesitating only a moment before snatching their hands and tying them behind their back tight enough to lose circulation.

“How did it stay hidden so long?” he said, stepping back from his work.

Redhead spat on the back of Vampire's head. "They say they can make people do things. Look'em in the eyes and you become a living puppet." He walked slowly around the perimeter of Vampire's shaking form. "Or maybe that recluse is a vampire too. Perfect cover, all alone out here." He crouched in front of Vampire. "You said they're sick?"

No. Leave Lav alone. Take me, but leave them alone.

Vampire flexed against the ropes, clenching their teeth painfully over their muzzle. The poker withdrew from their back and returned in their side. They wailed. Why did it hurt so bad? Was their flesh actually curling off the bones? Was that charred scent in the air real or just in their head? They flexed harder, and the ropes groaned.

"Secure it tighter!"

"Someone just kill it!"

"Idiot, we can't just kill it! We need to bury it!"

"Then stab it some more! I don't--"

Samuel slammed against the couch. A couple shouts split the air followed by the sweet scent of fresh blood.

Vampire's neck prickled, and they squinted through tears at the figure rising from Samuel's limp body.

Lav. But not Lav. Their Lav didn't have those hungry dilated pupils or that empty gaze. They didn't walk with that predatory slink, claws, and teeth born and bloody. They cock their head back and forth as if listening and measuring their prey's reaction. They didn't look like a monster.

The poker clattered to the ground, and Mustache backed toward the door. Lav trailed silently after until they stood directly over Vampire. Those burning eyes fixed on their muzzled and bleeding face, peeling the skin back layer by layer by layer, reducing them small and helpless. Vampire stared back unblinking, unable to look away even as they shrank against the floor.

"It's just another vampire," Redhead snarled. He pulled his own iron stake from his belt, raising it over his shoulder. "Come'ere you dirty, blood-thirsty--"

Vampire didn't even see them move. They just heard a shriek as both Lav and the redhead disappeared out the open door. A thunk of a body in snow, the muted sounds of thrashing. Mustache stood paralyzed, face going paler and paler.

The man made a run for it, stumbling boot steps fading in the direction of town. These were quickly followed by something heavier, faster. One last scream split the dusk. And then only silence.

Crunch...crunch...crunch...

Slow footsteps in the snow.

Lav slumped against the door frame, their front completely soaked in blood. They streaked a gory hand across their sweaty forehead before trudging back across the living room and dropping to their knees at Vampire's side. Their head lolled a little as they regarded Vampire, eyes no longer darkened, but still somewhat glazed. The way they reached for Vampire was almost puppet-like.

Vampire ducked their head, eyes squeezed shut, but then the belt was undone and the iron muzzle dropped to the hardwood with a clang. Vampire stared, testing their ragged tongue against the other raw parts of their mouth. Hot tears gathered in their eyes, but they fought them back with a stinging swallow.

Lav fumbled with the ropes on their hands for a moment before finally snapping them into pieces. Vampire slowly drew their wrists against their chest, rubbing the indentations. Lav's breath blew hot on their neck too heavy and too fast. The fight surely hadn't done them any good. Vampire wasn't sure how they were even still upright.

"Lav--" they began croakily.

"I'll be back," Lav said coldly. They trudged to Samuel's discarded body, grabbing the back of his collar in their fist and dragging it toward the open door. Vampire hadn't noticed before but the air in the room had iced over.

"Wait!" Vampire cried with a shiver. It hurt to talk. "Don't leave me alone!"

Lav stopped but didn't turn. Their fist clenched at their side. "Darling..." A piece of them broke through the cold mask, pained, "I'll be back."

The door slammed behind them, and Vampire knelt for a long time watching it. Just waiting for the moment Lav passed back through. Eventually, when at least an hour passed, they summed up the energy to drag themselves up to their bedroom. It wasn't until they'd tucked themselves shivering and fully dressed into bed that the tears broke loose. And once they started they couldn't stop. They cried themselves into exhaustion. In fact, it was the last thing they remembered doing when they woke in the morning.

Their head pounded from the sobbing but that was the worst pain. The wounds in their mouth and abdomen were still there since they'd been made with iron, but they'd reduced to a mild tenderness. When Vampire checked the stab wound in their side it looked like a bad scrape. If only the emotional wounds were so easily healed. They shuddered at the memory of last night.

The floorboards creaked downstairs, followed by the slosh of water.

Lav!

Dread and longing struck Vampire all at once. Their host's behavior last night had been horrifying, and yet, they'd saved their life once again. Vampire wanted nothing more than to join them at the table and drink one of their hot blood teas. To listen to them soothe and tease and smile that wolfish grin.

Vampire swung their legs over the mattress and slunk quietly down the stairs before they could change their mind.

They wanted to see them. They needed to see them. Whatever the renewed warning in their chest. In their spine. In the hairs on the back of their neck.

They passed the crackling hearth and tidied living room, the cracked door the only sign of last night's break-in. The kitchen met them warm and lavender scented, bubbles floating across the room from the great wash tub at the center, where a figure stooped elbow deep in soapy water, washing the metallic scent of blood from their clothes.

"Lav..." Vampire said. Why did it come out so quiet? So pathetic.

The figure turned, and Vampire froze.

Yellow eyes stared out from a ruddy, square face. Large hands wiped water onto high-rising trouser legs while a broad chest and set of shoulders stretched their shirt. A shock of red hair framed the sharp cut of their jaw and the smile curving up it. Something both hungry and familiar that sent a shiver down Vampire's spine.

Vampire stepped backward, and the figure mirrored it, beefy arm outstretched

Not Lav. Not Lav. That wasn't them. That was the redheaded villager from last night. And every fiber in Vampire's body screamed at them to run.

Part Six

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[dizzybizz]

you have unleashed a demon. i warned you.

i don't think this is going to have any structure whatsoever but i will pretend it does for my own sanity.

i want to start with some behind the scenes stuff bc obviously i do

like i only named guy that because i didn't want to think too hard about names and he has always been a silly little guy. his farms name is sail away farm,,, like the enya song. that's where it came from but really it's a SSS reference cus i will bring other SIs into this somehow. (it was from one of the ai dungeon streams... when julia wrapped up yet another accidental psychological horror story by sailing away whilst listening "to the tunes of enya")

and with remy i had already planned on romancing harvey so i wanted a name i could make a funny shipname of. their shipname is harmy (ironic isn't it ^^). stowaway farm came from some thoughts i had about remy's life before moving to pelican town. where he didn't feel welcome and like the people around him weren't keen on being seen with him. and i just liked the ring it has to it :) the two of them both having farms with "away" in the name was accidental and didn't hit me until after it was too late to change it.

here they are at the character creation screen !!!!

GUY IS MY SILLIEST LITTLE GUY. he's like a hamster or a chipmunk or other small rodents

him asf ^^^^

he's also like ponyo to me, he is very ponyocoded. his theme song would be the full version of ponyo on the cliff by the sea.

he is a biter, a chewer. he's kirby, a chainchomper... he would snack on rocks if he could. he's the breakdancing sims cat. he has bad volume control. he is an octopus, a koala, a monkey. he names a lot of his farm animals after fictional characters. but his hens are named hip, hop, cherry and pop after the lemon demon song. he would take a sip of a joja cola and go "oh, that is vile" and keep taking sips like he needs to confirm it multiple times.

him and elliott are so silly..... their shipname is gull which worked out so well it almost seems intentional. they both got ties to the ocean and beach... we love to see it. they got together the day after elliott's birthday, not only that but it was also right before elliott's 8 heart event. so it was really like guy came in before his book reading, asked him out and then was all "THAT'S MY BF EVERYONE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH" during the reading... he is his biggest cheerleader

he is best friends with emily and shane. and when emily mentioned that she would make a good clown during the stardew fair, he said "this is why we're best friends. we would be the best clowns." and he ate three burgers in a row that day. one day during blackberry season he collected 93 blackberries and was just running around the town with them on his person. him and gus have history together which i will make a whole comic about some day. whilst gaming with abigail he ran into enemies twice and got himself killed. he accidentally bought a pirate sword from marlon. he has died once. he is trying to goad alex into actually shaving his hair off because of that one throwaway comment. HE HAS TWO GARBAGE HATS. (tootsies is SO getting the other one once 1.6 is out)

^ this is what he wore for spirit's eve, called it "farmer in a rush" (he literally just took off his shorts)

i have way less on remy cus he isn't as far along and has had a mostly average time in pelican town so far.

remy is just a big dog who is scared of most things. he is a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. he feels very out of place in social interactions. his limbs are too long for him. he is trying his best.

he can come off as very... displeased... his resting face just looks slightly ticked off. really he's a big softie. he has some real unfortunate luck too.. except the night of the egg hunt when he had a fairy visit. he holds onto that little bit of luck there. a glimmer of hope. he had a meteor crash in the middle of his farm, luckily his crops were safe and sound tho, small mercies. weeds damaged his farm the same night the scripted earthquake hit. one day in the mines he got so lost in the dark he had to give up for the day and head up to the surface again, he was one level away from an elevator. he is financially struggling. he names his animals after food. his theme song would probably be cave in by margaux or something.

harmy is a slow-burn, strangers to friends to lovers scenario. they're delightful, i can't wait to see their relationship develop. remy kinda wanted to ask harvey to dance during the flower dance but chickened out (totally not because i only had 3 hearts with him stfu) (also those two pages aren't canon in my headcanon cus i think both of them would be oblivious and dumb as a rock. i just wanted to draw it lol. i think it takes a whileeee for either of them to ever catch feelings.)

he doesn't know many of the villagers too well. he is taking his time settling in fully and is so busy with the farm and mines and fishing and whatnot. oh y'know when sam asks you what his next song should be about?? yeah, remy said trains which has planted the idea that he is a former train kid in my head. and that's something he and harvey can bond over- i think it's really sweet :'). train and plane autism couple. remy has a sweet tooth. he feels intimidated by most villagers. i have a whole hair arc planned for him where he ends up growing his hair out once he really settles in. it's gonna be so epic. he went through 3 of emily's heart events in a row which was wild.

his chest lineup >>>>>

here's an expression sheet i started and will hopefully finish one day

i think that's all for now- I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOING TO BE A LONG POST NO?? ARE YOU HAPPY??? I AM. INFODUMPING IS AWESOME.

i ain't proofreading this are you kidding me.

y'all summoned this. my mutuals summoning my infodump demon with their summoning triangle. feeding my hyperfixation.

#long post #WAHHAHHAHAHAHHAH HMUAHAHAHHAHAHHA HEHEAHGEHGAGH #I AM SO AUTISTIC ITS WILD #stardew valley #sdv #sdv farmer #guyssailawayfarm #remysstowawayfarm #goes without saying but theyre both autistic trans n gay #uhm i think thats all #i am so normal about them #uh #oc #sure :) #i think i have spent like... uhhh probably around 4-5 hours on this?? idk. lost track. actually havent been keeping track.

[ereawrites]

Book Club - Kakashi Hatake

Bonus Chapter - Men Are From Mars

Genma is a menace to society, Kurenai is your guardian angel, and you're going to have a hangover.

word count 1.6k (9.2k words total)

cw: alcohol use

read it on ao3 here

The next week is mostly uneventful, until Saturday. On Tuesday, it's Haruki's birthday, so you treat your team to tayaki on the way home from training; afterwards, they all beg you for ice cream, even Toshiko (who never expresses much enthusiasm for anything). An evil spirit on a higher salary than you must possess your body, because you say yes, and then you're sure to send them home to their mothers just before the sugar rush hits them. 

On Friday evening, a chance encounter with Genma ends up with both of you drunk in a bar. He's incorrigible as he drags you down the street, ignoring your half-hearted protests. "Come on, (name)-chan!", he insists, shoving you through the door. He's always called you that, even after you punched him in the Academy for it. "Don't make me drink alone - that would just be pathetic."

"Here's an idea, Genma - stop pushing, you've got me in the damn building already! - you could just not drink?"

He looks positively scandalised. "On a Friday?" Kami, he's annoying, but at least he pulls out the bar stool for you once he releases his iron grip on your shoulders.

"You know that only works for jobs where you get the weekend off, right?", you insist, one last attempt to get home at a reasonable hour. He's already ordering two bottles of sake. Oh, well. If you can't fight it then you may as well accept it.

Genma has a way with getting people drunk, and within the hour you're both leaning heavily against the bar top - he's flushed red, as he always does.. You nudge him on the arm. "You look boiling. Why not take your jacket off?". You've already done so: yours was covered in dust from today's training anyway, not exactly Friday night attire. At least the long-sleeve beneath is somewhat clean.

He winks at you. "You're a woman. You know how the ladies love a man in uniform."

"Are you blind-?!", you blurt a little louder than intended, spinning on your stool to gesture out at the room, "-it's a bar on the shinobi side of town - half the guys here are wearing the exact same jacket!"

"Which means I've already got an advantage over the other half.", Genma quips, and you glare at him.

"Don't tell me you're going to ditch me to go flirt."

He pats you on the arm. "I wouldn't dream of it. I actually went out last night so I already got-" you intensify your glare and raise a cautionary finger, "...Well, you know. But, hey, that doesn't mean we can't find some romance for you, (name)-chan. That guy over there's been looking at you for twenty minutes."

Genma's voice is sickly sweet, dripping with honeyed glee. You follow his gaze over to the man and barely conceal a shiver. He was a couple of years above you at the Academy, if you remember correctly, and yet he only passed the chuunin exams last year. "Oh, please, no - you're going to have to kiss me to scare him off."

"No offence, but I wouldn't go there.", Genma replies, then sips his sake as if he hasn't just horribly insulted you. It's silly how the comment makes your pride flare - Kami knows you'd never go there either - but you can't help it, especially after alcohol. A reminder seems in order.

"You begged me to be your girlfriend when we were nine, Genma-kun."

He laughs loudly, throwing an arm around your shoulder just long enough to deter the older man. "And I never forgot how you turned me down! Good thing I'm so dashingly handsome, or my ego might never have recovered."

You scoff, half-joking. "Your ego is fine, trust me."

"And yours is fragile tonight.", he responds, gently shrugging his shoulder into you. You instantly shoot him an apologetic look, albeit a little confused - you two have always bantered, but now he sounds uncharacteristically serious. Have you upset him? "...For the record, I totally think you're hot."

You try to smack him on the arm, miss, and hit the edge of the bar instead. Genma bursts into raucous laughter again, so genuine you can't help but join in. "Please don't ever say that again.", you grin, cradling your sore palm.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to upset Hatake."

The smile drops off your face, and his widens even further. "No! Don't tell me you know too!". Genma has a reputation for playing matchmaker for his own entertainment, even when neither party is particularly enthused by the idea. You briefly envision him trapping you and Kakashi in a broom cupboard together, or telling Kakashi with all the good intentions in the world how much you like him. 

You pluck the senbon from his mouth and wave it threateningly. It takes him a second to register the absence. "Promise me you won't say anything to Kakashi. You know he's more skittish than a deer with things like this.", you insist. Genma swallows, still smirking. "I swear I'll stick this senbon right in your-"

"Alright!", he laughs. "But I do think you guys need to get over yourselves and just confess."

"I agree, Genma."

Oh, brilliant, it's Asuma. 

He emerges from the growing crowd, sliding in next to Genma and looking at you sternly. "It's been weeks already since you figured out his feelings. I know you planned to goad him into confessing first, but clearly that isn't working." 

Genma slaps an enthusiastic palm onto his knee. "He's right, (name)-chan! I mentioned your name to Hatake on Monday and he choked on air. It isn't right for a grown man to act like that." 

"Neither of you get it!", you reply indignantly, and wonder for a moment why you agreed to go drinking with a man who has never had a relationship last longer than a month. "If I just come right out with it so soon - oh, forget it, I need to talk to a woman about this. Asuma, where's Kurenai?"

Asuma, to his credit, barely flinches. "Kurenai? I don't-"

"Don't even try it, I know you're meeting her here-" 

Kurenai appears through the door promptly. Genma high fives you without even looking. The best thing about having shinobi friends is that they hear you call them even in a crowded bar; Kurenai swans over with the elegance of a woman who hasn't started drinking yet, squeezes Asuma's forearm by way of greeting, and chuckles at you and Genma.

"Started early, did you two?" You didn't think you looked that bad. But, when you give Genma a good look, you notice that his bandana is lopsided and his drink is dangerously close to tipping out the glass. 

"That's my fault, I admit it." Genma admits gleefully, never one for shame.

"Kurenai, help me-", you beg, seizing her hands. Her warm eyes crease with concern. "These stupid, stupid boys don't understand why I can't 'just tell' Kakashi I have feelings for him, rather than playing the long game." 

She furrows her eyebrows, giving the boys a good long stare. "How much have you had to drink? It's Kakashi. He'd go back to ANBU before he talks about his emotions." Although Genma scoffs and rolls his eyes, you don't fail to notice how Asuma hums noncommittally when Kurenai looks at him. Fucking traitor.

"Sure, he's ridiculous, but guys just don't respond well to that weird cat-and-mouse thing you've got going.", Genma reasons. You'd take that a lot more seriously if it was anyone other than him saying it.

Kurenai takes the drink that Asuma has ordered for her with a smile. "Say what you will, but I used that same strategy on Asuma here." 

Asuma blinks. "...What are you talking about? We had a mature discussion."

"We did-", she nods, sipping her drink and watching him flounder. "After flirting for two months.  You would never have confessed so readily if I hadn't laid the groundwork first." Asuma blinks again, then turns back to the bar and asks for something stronger.

"I love you.", you almost sob, dragging her into a hug. Women, Genma mutters as he turns to Asuma; you both ignore him in favour of catching up instead. It's nice to see Kurenai and even nicer to have some girl talk after an hour of Genma, but you're reluctant to keep her for too long when she's with Asuma, so you discreetly point out an empty booth on the far side of the bar after a few moments. Just as they're leaving you, she looks back over her shoulder, and you mouth tell me everything next time.

"Ah, (name), I almost forgot to mention.", Asuma calls. You and Genma both sway dangerously as you spin back around. "Kakashi wanted you to know he's expected back in the village tomorrow." All of a sudden you're filled with the urge to chase after him and grab him and shake him, and shout whatexactlydidhesaytellmetellmetellme- but that's ridiculous, and they're already gone into the crowd, and Asuma wouldn't entertain your Sakura Haruno-like-behaviour anyway.

Genma wolf-whistles, and hands you another drink. You hesitate - you can't handle your alcohol like you used to, and you're not sure if you're keen on Kakashi seeing you hungover. That won't have him in any hurry to confess. Then you remember that you'll probably see - or at least hear - Naruto tomorrow too, and that settles the matter. You drink deeply.

"So, how about you forget to wear a bra tomorrow? If that doesn't push him over the edge, I don't know what will." 

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[reikaryu]

“ quiet love ”

— a boo seungkwan x fem!reader one-shot ! it’s been four years since seungkwan developed his crush. maybe one day his love wouldn’t be so hushed.

GENRE. fluff, high school!au

WARNING(S). kissing, pining, supposed one-sided love, written in third person’s view (she/her)

WORD COUNT. 2.0k words

A/N. this fic is finally done and released 😭 I started this last september and I can’t believe I dragged it out into the next year. besides that, seungkwan is so <33 in this fic I’m BLUSHING at my own writing

Seungkwan was oblivious to the fact that she could feel his stare from the back of her head. She was seated right in front of him, a pen in her hand, neatly scribbling down notes. For years, he had been pining for her silently, thinking up ways to make her swoon over him during the two classes they have together (not that he doesn’t anywhere else): English and Mathematics, the two at the end of the “best to worst subject” line. He would often think that it was fate they were in the same classes for these specific subjects, because she was always the best in English while he was somewhere at the bottom, and he was an expert at Maths while she was constantly racking her brains when doing her homework.

And what became the most surprising thing to both their friends was how well they got along. They’re attached to the hip every moment of the day when they’re not in class, almost always teasing each other. Anyone who knew them, when given the chance to, would describe their relationship as “adorable”. Their interactions are beyond sweet and it was like their friends were watching a really well-filmed romance drama.

But that seemed to be the worst part for Seungkwan, because three months after befriending her, he fell. He fell hard. They’d met when they were thirteen and it has been around four years since. He was getting really good at hiding his feelings, but just as he was about to assure himself it would never slip from his mouth, he would be reminded of the times they spent together and throw himself back to square one. He gave up on himself after he realised his efforts were going to waste, deciding to slowly show his affection and love for her. Maybe she’d realise one day.

It started with the smiles that he would flash to her whenever she asked for his opinion on her outfit, hair, nails or whatever. Then he began getting more intimate with her — she never bothered flinching away or calling him out for the sudden hand-holding or him swinging his arm over her shoulder. He took that as a sign to go on. It escalated to light kisses on the forehead or temple or cheeks. She didn’t care one bit.

Seungkwan thought she didn’t actually like him despite her not swatting his arm away whenever he initiated the interaction, as she did with everyone else who wanted to hug or hold hands with her. But even though he had doubts about the reciprocated feelings, he still continued showcasing his adoration for her, until she decided to accept or reject his silent pleas. He would never stop unless he heard from her directly that she didn’t like it.

The bell started ringing as the teacher wrapped up the lesson, signalling the end of school. The clock at the front of the class read four o’clock, and since he wasn’t on class-cleaning duty that day, he packed his things and waited for her by her table. Unlike him, she was making sure her books were packed nicely into her bag and she had kept everything she needed for self-revision at home. Once she was finally done, he rolled his eyes, saying, “Are you done yet? Can we go now?”

She glared up at him from her seat and stood up, thrusting a textbook lightly into his arms. He caught it swiftly, chuckling under his breath as she walked away. He had no trouble catching up to her, an arm wrapping around her waist by habit.

They reached her locker in no less than a minute, and as she opened it up and took her textbook from his grasp, she said, “Are you going to tell me why you were staring daggers into my head during class? Or do I have to bribe you?” He pretended to ponder for a while, earning a flick to the forehead. He mumbled a little ow and trailed behind her as she left first again.

“I was zoning out,” he admitted, slinging his right arm around her shoulders, playing with the tip of her hair.

“I know you weren’t. Tell me the truth.”

He tried to hide his smile, but he knew that he was failing and she could see it through her peripheral vision. “I’ll tell you tonight, I promise.” He felt her lean into his touch slightly and whisper, “You better keep that promise.”

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Night fell in the blink of an eye and Seungkwan found himself waiting in her favourite park on a bench. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere at night, but because of the impromptu promise he made to her earlier in the afternoon, he had to drag himself out of his apartment. He wasn’t one to go back on his promises — especially ones he made to her.

Around five minutes had passed since their agreed meeting time and he was starting to worry about her. That was until she came speed-walking towards him with a stick of cotton candy in one hand. He stood up from his seat and slowly made his way towards her, closing the gap between them.

When they were within distance to be able to hear each other better, she said nonchalantly, “Someone was selling cotton candy on the way here. I couldn’t not get some.” Seungkwan wanted to scold her for making him worry, especially since it was nighttime, but he only forced himself to smile and take some cotton candy for himself.

“Hey,” she started, frowning playfully, “I didn’t say you could have it.” He looked at her with disbelief coating his face while she rolled her eyes and turned her body to start walking away. He caught up to her and swung his arm around her shoulders, like always, grabbing more cotton candy anyway.

They walked together in comfortable silence for a bit, before she spoke up in a soft voice, “Do you remember when we had to walk my cousin’s dog and ended up losing it even though it was huge?” She chuckled at the memory and Seungkwan swore she was going to lean her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I remember,” he responded fondly. “And we spent two hours searching for it just for your cousin to call us to say it already went back home.” He laughed quietly, remembering the exhausted state the two of them were in, as well as the absolute shock on her face upon discovering that her efforts were left in vain.

Seungkwan was left dumbfounded when she actually put her entire head’s (not really, maybe about 80%) weight on his shoulder — even more so when she subconsciously offered him some of her cotton candy by moving the hand holding it in front of him. He hesitantly plucked some and fed himself.

The two of them continued walking in this comfortable (?) position, with her initiating more physical contact than he would have expected. It wasn’t that he disliked it — if anything, he loved it! — but this wasn’t her usual self. Ah, there he goes again. Worrying about the littlest details ever known to mankind.

“Oh, right.” She jolted out of his embrace and stopped walking, turning her entire body so that she was facing him. “You haven’t told me the real reason why you were staring at me during class.” The smile on her face was so sweet, Seungkwan almost admitted his feelings to her right then and there.

But it wasn’t the right time. He wanted everything to be perfect before he confessed his undying love to her — the setting couldn’t be in a park, for God’s sake. And she couldn’t be holding half-eaten cotton candy on a stick, while he stood before her in an oversized sweater and jeans. She always seemed to be the more properly-dressed one.

Seungkwan looked nervous as he gazed at her, palms starting to get clammy. He couldn’t think straight as he silently admired the beauty right in front of him.

“You’re not usually like this,” she said, and his mouth went dry. He hadn’t planned a confession yet, and he was worried that he would say something embarrassing and have her reject him on the spot. She noticed him gulp and reached for his hand, caressing it slowly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

But not this, he thought to himself, relishing in the sensation of her hand on his. Why was it so hard just to say “I love you”? He’d thought about it so many times, but when he actually had to say it, the words simply did not want to come out.

It’s not the right place. It’s not the right time. It’s not the right—

Seungkwan, against his better judgement, suddenly pulled her against him, hugging her close as he took in the smell of her shampoo. Her eyes widened in shock as she processed what was going on, her hand holding the cotton candy stick awkwardly sticking out behind his back, but relaxed soon after and leaned against him a little. This hug could have been like any other hug they had, but this one felt different. The feeling it gave the both of them was different.

What was this feeling? Why was it so strong? And why did it feel so right?

“I love you,” he mumbled (at last) into her hair, closing his eyes to gather more courage to continue, “so much. Ever since we were thirteen and immature, pranking our friends every moment we got to. You were so brave whenever we had to get an injection, while I was always afraid of the needle and the pain. You could help me with almost every subject but I could only help you with Maths. You knew the right words to say whenever I couldn’t take it anymore, but all I gave you was a hug and sweet nothings. I don’t deserve you, but I want you so much.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, yet scary. The longer it lasted, the more afraid Seungkwan got. Was she not responding because she felt bad rejecting him, or she just didn’t know what to say to accept his confession, or she was too shocked to even react?

“Friends don’t casually kiss each other on the forehead, as far as I know.”

A weight he didn’t know had been there was lifted off his chest at her response. He felt her head move slightly, no doubt to allow her to continue easily, “We haven’t been just friends for quite some time. I don’t know if you knew, but that fine line has been pretty blurry for the past few months.”

She pushed him off lightly, gazing up into his chocolate-coloured irises. They were shining as bright as the night sky and were filled with utmost joy at the revelation. She could really kiss him right now.

Seungkwan grabbed her free hand, his hand easily swallowing hers whole. “I didn’t plan for this to happen in a park, of all places, but now that we’re here …” he trailed off, pulling her closer and locking his lips onto hers.

He felt as though he’d reached heaven early, from the way her lips fit onto his so perfectly — like two puzzle pieces coming together. She moved at the same pace as he did: slow yet passionate, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, where it attempted to bring him impossibly closer.

A minute’s long kiss would have been longer, if it weren’t for the fact that they were breathless and in a public area. Seungkwan leaned his forehead against hers and they laughed softly. He couldn’t believe he’d just kissed his crush and best friend of four years.

“I love you, Seungkwan,” she confessed, pecking the corner of his mouth, where a smile began to form at her honey-like tone. “I have been for some time. I don’t know how you didn’t notice.”

He was too busy pining for her silently.

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[annaliessse]

Time for our second prince, my forever love, Chevalier Michel.

𝕬 𝕯𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕿𝖞𝖕𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Word Count: 869

There are only a few things Chevalier does not understand about you. He finds it amusing how easy you are to read, your face betraying everything like an open book. Lately, however, your behavior has baffled him quite a bit, seeing as how you ignored the new set of foreign books Benitoite’s first prince sent as a coronation gift.

Even now, as you are seated in his lap, your hands were flipping through the third book in The Royal Romance series, a copy he acquired from a trip to Citrine when he was a child.

“Have you not read this story before?” Chevalier asks, his hand twirling a section of your hair around his finger.

“I have. Quite a few times actually. It doesn’t matter how much I’ve read it though; I always enjoy the story as if it is my first time reading it.”

He smiles, burying his face in your shoulder, knowing full well why the series is a favorite of yours. The Royal Romance is almost identical to how you two came to be together: a prince falling in love with a commoner. Perhaps you found some camaraderie with the story’s female lead.

For a few minutes, Chevalier reads with you and it wasn’t long before he too became engrossed in its pages. With you in his lap, the pair’s tale took on a very different meaning. He remembered scoffing at it even as a child; his only takeaway being how the king’s love for his new queen exposed his kingdom to rebellion and distress.

“They are a beautiful couple.”

“They are.”

He saw you bite a smile threatening to escape before you turn towards him and looked straight at his icy blue eyes.

“I never would have guessed that one day you would agree with me on this. If you were the man you once were when I first met you, you would have scoffed at me and called the King foolish. After all, his love for his queen caused him to almost give up the throne and threatened their kingdom’s security.”

“That fact still holds true. Just because my opinions have changed doesn’t negate the reality that he was willing to sacrifice the future of his people for his own selfishness. However, he was not wrong in choosing her as a queen. If he had chosen another, his love would not have kept him strong enough to defy the forces conspiring against his kingdom.”

This time, you smiled openly, your eyes crinkling with joy. At that moment, Chevalier realized anew just how much you truly meant to him. It was a simple smile, one that he has seen multiple times over since you were together. Still, the novelty of it all has not faded, and his chest fills up yet again with the strange feeling he has come to know as love.

“You are happy,” he comments, his hand awkwardly caressing your cheek.

“I am.” You beamed at him. “I’m glad you saw it the way I did: that their type of love allowed them to overcome all their problems together.”

“Their type of love?”  His brows furrowed for a moment before relaxing.

“Ah. This must be the reason why you insist on reading the romance books we already have on our shelves. You want to show me the different faces of love.”

“Love takes many faces, King Chevalier. You already know of a love that destroys. But there is also a love that builds. There is a love that kills, but one that nurtures as well. Then, there is a love that endures. Like the one shared by the characters in this story.”

“And what of us? What type of love do we share?”

Chevalier’s face comes closer, and you can feel his warm breath against your lips. His hand was still cupping your cheek, touch awkward but achingly gentle.

“The true type of love,” you whisper.

“And what is a true type of love?”

You smile at him and it was like staring at the sun.

“Whatever we have between us, King Chevalier.” You reach for him and wrap your arms around his neck. “It is an understanding love that allowed us to see past our flaws. It is a persistent type of love that insisted on breaking past the walls of our hearts. It is a transformational kind of love... the type of love that turns a beast into a human.”

Finally, your lips meet and Chevalier relishes in the feeling that only you can give him. He wraps his arms around you, your body giving him the warmth he never knew he longed for all his life. He pulls you closer as if vowing to never let go and you do the same to him, clutching his cloak tightly in your hands.

“So, you are telling me there are different ways I can make you happy.” He pulls away for a moment as his icy blue eyes focus on you, affection shining in his eyes.

“Teach me then,” he says. “Teach me the many different ways I can love you. After all, you’re stuck with me for a lifetime, are you not? I have an eternity to learn from you.”

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[luckydicekirby]

erin hasn’t read jade legacy yet and i have 700 pages worth of Opinions about it and you can’t put stuff under a cut in tweets so i am finally returning to “posting on tumblr”

this book did not fully work for me! and i am really chewing on why. I enjoyed reading it, and it made me cry several times, but it felt structurally disconnected and didn’t really come together for me like, Thematically. the ending was just kind of eh. points for ending on bero and the twice lucky, because i’m a simple woman i love a good bookend, but it feels really weird that the end was basically like “well, we won bc our family likes each other and the mountain all hates each other” guys your family is a nightmare!!!!!!!! 

on some level I think I had expectations the book ultimately wasn’t interested in fulfilling so I’m not a super fair judge--my called shot for this book was that niko was going to kill hilo for murdering his mom, or that at least that was going to be a major point of contention between them. at a certain point it became obvious this was not the direction we were going in, which is fine, but eyni’s murder was SUCH a great momentous “oh shit” moment in jade war and I feel like we never fully followed up on it--it makes perfect sense that hilo would see it as necessary and like it was the right thing to do, because he’s a freak and he sucks (affectionate), but we barely get to see niko react to it as an adult. like I really thought we were going to get a moment in jade legacy that was like, hey hilo, turns out you cannot just kill your nephew’s mom and kidnap him as a toddler without consequences, but I guess......you can? i feel like we missed out on sooo much meaty crunchy stuff in this vein.

also this should have been at least two or three books. I was excited about the time skips, because I wanted to see the kids as adults, but a lot of specific moments had to get skimmed over to fit everything in, and the kids kind of got the shaft as far as characterization--we get the most interesting character stuff with niko, and he barely has any POV! I liked what we got of Ru (and his death made me cry like a baby), but jaya was cool but completely flat. my mind palace ideal structure is like. one book still centered on the adults while the kids are growing up, and then one book centered on the adult kids where we actually get to dig deep into their character stuff/their relationships with each other. 

anyway, stray thoughts:

making anden and lott narrative foils but then not having them get together honestly kind of a power move. i kind of respect it. my read is that lott is gay but decided he would never be able to be out and be the horn, and stuck to that. which WOULD sure make him feel real weird about anden!

shae/ayt mada real and no one can convince me otherwise. they both tried to kill each other they both saved each other’s lives that is romance baybee

i did really enjoy the continuing bero throughline/his ultimate insignificance, and inability to even MAKE himself significant by confessing to lan’s murder to niko. that scene was so good. 

it feels like all the interesting thematic stuff in this book was coming together in the wake of Ru’s death, and then it all had to get dropped bc we were once again at like, “uh oh mountain’s gonna take over”. like no go back i want to talk more about senseless death and about how vital it is to die for a cause as a green bone but ultimately lan’s death was also a senseless accident and hilo HAS ALWAYS KNOWN THAT AND ALWAYS LIED ABOUT IT AND THAT’S THE ROOT CAUSE OF THE WAR!!! CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT!!

2 black 2 green made me lose it. 

anyway i AM staring at my hands like is it just that i’m a slut for tragedy and wanted a worse ending to this book where like five major characters died....am EYE the problem for wanting this family to be irrevocably broken...am i too successionpilled.....

#green bone saga #jade legacy #jade legacy spoilers #okay i'll stop reblogging stuff about hilo now.

[elatedandexasperated]

So there's been some discussion on RWRB actually being a "gay movie"

Most posts I've seen have more or less summarized that the movie is effectively a "straight romance" featuring a mlm coupling, which annoys me a bit. I can't say that this take is entirely wrong per say - I mean, I've called it basically a Hallmark movie, which I still think is true - but it's not devoid of queer experience like a lot of people seem to think it is...

and that "Hallmark" comparison, which I still stand behind, I feel comes more from structure than content.

You can take the film at face value or read deeper into it and still find a case for this argument. Most of this pertains to the movie alone, I'm personally in the camp that if you're going to analyze a piece of media, it should stand on its own. So while the book may have different expressions and levels of inclusion, remember, it's a book, not a 2-hour time boxed movie

Production

Right off the bat we have the movie's production. I'm not going into speculation on TZP or NG's sexuality out of respect, neither have confirmed or denied being part of the community and that's frankly their business and privacy. In a bit I will go into the text of the film regarding the characters, but I don't want to drag the actors into this any further than saying they did an excellent job portraying the characters.

Lopez, though, who is publicly out as gay, as well as McQuistion who is NB, have both put their messaging and perspectives on queer experience into the book and by extension the film and that much is very clear through things like the inclusion of Intimacy Coordinator Robbie Taylor Hunt (another Gay man) as a way of trying to keep the intimate scenes grounded and realistic. So in the production alone there were clear attempts to visually represent authentic queer experiences. I think this is honestly the main reason why the main relationship is so compelling: the actors vibed well with each other (to the point that it was the initial feud that seemed contrived and unrealistic, which is just hilarious to me) and the coordinator worked with everyone collaboratively to keep things grounded, realistic, and to prevent it from going too far into the realm of fetishization from a visual standpoint.

As for the writing, we obviously are going to see most of the relatable queer experiences pop up in the lead roles:

Henry

Henry's character is arguably where the representation of queer experience is most explicit - at least from a level that regular (read straight) viewers would get without a lot of hand holding. At a surface level there's the classic "what will my family think?" questioning and general anxiety of being outed. Most of us in the community can relate to that, but in all honesty this is pretty standard fare and not the meat and potatoes of why I wanted to write this, what I am now realizing, unreasonably long rant breakdown *inhales*

ANYWAY.

At a deeper level though, Henry's struggle isn't so much internal as it is external. Yes there's internal angst still about being able to love openly, but in the film it's pretty clear that a good chunk of his family is aware of his sexuality (the statement that the king had a conversation with him when he was 18, him being open with Bea, etc.); He's also pretty confident in his sexuality already (he fairly easily explains his sexuality to Alex, and has confidence in his sexual experience). I'll go into this when we talk about Alex more, but I think this stems from the characters being aged up, but what this also does is shifts the narrative from simply "coming out" to dealing with abusive relatives and power systems after you've come to terms with who you are as a person, and then finding the strength to actually fight them once you've built up your support network.

And progress isn't linear for anyone on this - we relapse, mourn old relationships with people and family we thought would support us, and sometimes silence ourselves because "it's easier"; we see this happen with Henry pretty explicitly when he runs from the lake house. The reconciliation with Alex isn't flawless either: Henry requests time and patience with things so he can slowly begin his process of actually tackling the issue of how his sexuality and relationship with Alex relates to and impacts his professional duties. Alex, in true found-family style, gives him the support that he both wants and needs at that point in the story.

Alex

Alex's portrayal in the film I think has been the more controversial of the two (Not in terms of actor choice, TZP is a fantastic actor... Also fine as hell but that's beside the point). Most people who read the book criticize his relatively short "Bi-panic" period and how they felt it was more fleshed out in the book. Again, we're dealing with a time boxed movie here, so obviously the book will have more details. That being said, I don't think it was as unrealistic as people make it out to be if you dig a bit. This part gets a bit speculative, but stick with me here.

While I can't relate to a Bi coming out being a gay man and all, I think people should look at some context regarding the character's background: Alex is an incredibly flirtatious, personable, and media-savvy character who is also steeped in left-leaning politics. He knows what bisexuality is and given that he had a few same-sex experiences, has probably come to terms with that before his conversation with Nora in her office. In that scene he even stated that being into guys was something he understood for himself, his main source of "panic" was more the realization that he was specifically into Henry, someone he was actually angry and antagonistic with for several years.

As for why he seemed trepid first telling Henry he was Bi, and this is speaking from experience, there's a huge difference between coming to terms with who you're attracted to and putting a label on it for the first time, even to yourself. I think TZP acted that awkwardness well, especially in the Paris scene where, to shift gears a bit, the driving queer experience is Alex's inexperience with going that far with other guys, something most of us go through at some point. And again, in good, supportive fashion, Henry guides Alex through the process without judgement.

Alex and Henry

Both Alex and Henry are older in the movie than they are in the book, a fact that Lopez confirmed via interview. Even though it's only a few years, there's a huge difference in understanding your identity between your late-teens/early 20s and your mid 20s (generally speaking, people can come out at any age and that's completely fine. Everyone deserves to come out at their own pace and in their own way). With this, I think they did a good Job shifting the narrative from the more internal conflict of "who am I", which is very common in teen-centered dramas, to the more nuanced experience of figuring out how "Who I am" is going to impact your relationships and professional life, which I think is more befitting older characters. With Alex, it's how it will look to voters/impact on his mother's reelection AND how it impacts Henry's professional responsibilities; with Henry, it's his duties to the royal family and appearances.

*PHEW*

There's a lot more too when you dig. A personal... Um, well "favorite" isn't a great word, but you get my point - is how some members of the community will actively sabotage others for personal gain: Miguel outing them for the sake of professional ambitions (and maybe some light petty retribution for Alex dumping him, wherein Alex was justified) is unfortunately a pretty common experience.

I'm sure that there will be more to add for this if there's a sequel, which I hope there is and that they bring McQuiston in for (talk about marketing: she writes the outline based on the movie and the novel based on the first book which releases at the same time as the second movie. People would go nuts I'm sure).

Asides

We as a community spent years reading into media to find scraps of representation because that's all we could get, but I think we're not great at reading into it with more explicit movies that, while maybe building themselves off of "traditional" genre frameworks, still have those queer experiences. I think we set our standards too high sometimes because we are so starved for representation. What we got in this movie is, at least in my opinion, decent representation and authentic experiences for many people in our community, it's just subtle and maybe requires a deeper read of a character or scene. I picked up on some of these points and I hope other people can see some of the arguments I'm making here.

As a complete aside, I think we've been brainwashed a bit to think that "queer experiences = struggle" automatically and we're too quick to disregard queer media as "not gay enough" if there's not a suitable amount of angst or a particular identity isn't represented (This is NOT me minimizing the struggles of the LGBT+ community, just making a statement that maybe we shouldn't hinge our identities and portrayals in media on such negative experiences). Gay stories don't have to be tragic or full of existential crisis as it pertains to our identity. And while maybe unrealistic, some good fluff is healthy to see alongside the angst. As we progress as a culture and we become more accepted, struggle hopefully becomes less and less a unifying aspect of queer identity and we'll be able to see that reflected in our media.

tl;dr

I think the movie has more going for it in terms of queer experience than people give it credit for, it's just not what's typically seen in visual media and is buried in there a bit deeper. Just because it's a "Hallmark movie" structurally and plays into tropes doesn't mean it's not gay.

#rwrb #rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #matthew lopez #robbie taylor hunt #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #long reads #ramblings

[snugglylime]

Some soft Ronance headcanons 💕

No thoughts just ✨they✨

Nancy is kinda obsessed with stuffed animals. She doesn't have as many as she used to, but she still has a couple she likes to cuddle up with when she's anxious

Her favorite is a little bunny <3

Robin secretly names all of them and gives them silly voices so she can pretend to have conversations with them. Sometimes, to get Nancy's attention, Robin will pretend to gossip with one of them like "Isn't that girl over there just to die for? I wish we were friends..." and, in the most obnoxious voice Robin can muster, the stuffed animal will reply with something like "I know right? She's so dreamy"

Boy howdy does THAT get Nancy's attention, but she's so flustered she can't do much more than roll her eyes and shush Robin with a lil kiss (or a pillow to the face, if Robin's down on her luck that day)

After everything, Nancy has some bad paranoia. She's terrified what happened to Barb will happen to Robin

One time, when they're all hanging out at Steve's house, Robin wanders off for a while and Nancy just FREAKS. When she eventually finds Robin, petting a dog in the street or something, Nancy just starts crying

A Fruity Four therapy sesh promptly follows

In crowded or public spaces, Nancy likes touching Robin in some way to keep track of her: holding her hand, wrapping an arm around her shoulders/waist, or just reaching out periodically to make sure she hasn't wandered off

Nancy loves hugs. She's always surprising Robin with a hug from behind (though she makes sure to make plenty of noise before touching her, since Robin startles easy), or sticking her arms into Robin's jacket, around her waist, if she's cold or just wants some human contact

Robin can get overwhelmed and overstimulated sometimes and goes nonverbal. Nancy doesn't understand at first, and figures out the hard way that physical contact (Nancy's go-to method of comfort) is the exact opposite of what Robin needs right then

Afterwards, Nancy apologizes a LOT because Robin hasn't ever pushed her away like that before, and she's terrified she somehow did something to hurt Robin

They have a long chat about neurodivergence after that (autistic Robin Buckley yee haw)

Nancy's guilty pleasure is romance novels. Robin finds them yucky. Sometimes Robin will read to Nancy and intentionally make shit up until Nancy catches on (Robin's ideas are usually better than the ideas in the books anyway)

Pet names!!! Nancy likes gently admonishing Robin by calling her a dork, an idiot (affectionate), or other such words, always with a fond smile and maybe a kiss. Robin, on the other hand, calls Nancy really sappy names like darling and sweetheart, but in a way that's unmistakably (derogatory)

When Robin's feeling particularly sentimental, she'll say sweet things in one of the other languages she knows. Nancy's charmed and impressed in equal measure

Robin says 'I love you' first, but in French, so Nancy doesn't understand it (Robin has a whole-ass gay panic before she does too, but Nancy just looks at her with a sweet, unsuspecting smile, and Robin's like ;-;)

Nancy says it in English first tho

Robin spends a lot of time at Nancy's house, preferring it to her own. She'll wake up before everyone else and make them breakfast some days. She's good at breakfast, since it's her favorite meal, but keep her out of the kitchen after noon or she will wreck shit irreparably

Robin is blunt. REALLY blunt. Whatever she's feeling she'll say outright, even if she doesn't know how to articulate herself very well. Nancy finds this a little off-putting at first, but once she gets used to it, she actually kinda appreciates it. Open communication isn't something she's used to

Robin's enthusiasm for the little things in life is infectious. Nancy always feels livelier and more energized when she's around Robin, and the two can talk for hours about random things; Robin gets super invested in Nancy's news stories, and is a major source of inspiration and validation for Nancy

Robin has a tendency to apologize for things, especially for rambling or not comprehending what other people are saying, but Nancy helps her feel less guilty and to stop apologizing for things she can't control

Ronance and Steddie (or Steddissy) double-dates!! 'Nuff said

A pt. 2 is already in my drafts :>

#this is a bit of a chonker but oh well #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #headcanons