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cabinofimagines · 3 months

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A Much Needed Declaration

Who doesn't love our goat boy! I suppose I should say spoilers for those who haven't read the books on this one- as it is based sometime after Battle of the Labyrinth :) Pairing: Grover Underwood x gn!reader Request: Hi guys! I hope you guys are doing good. Can I request a Grover x reader where reader is trying to tell him they like him, but they keep getting interrupted by people needing him for things and viceversa? And then finally getting to tell him? Just some cute fluff with a happy ending lol. M!reader or gn!reader are fine! Thanks :) Word count: 1.1k Warnings: None! -Asnyox

The first time you met Grover, the only thought you had through his stammered introduction was ‘he’s pretty cute’. It took a lot longer for you to find out that at some point ‘he’s cute’ grew into a crush on the kind satyr. But, you accepted that it was what it was, and maybe it would be something more at some point- but for now it was enough.

However, that was before he became a Lord of the Wild, which meant that he needed to do a lot more work around and outside of camp. At least you were allowed to go with him on his travels sometimes, but you spend less and less time with him. You didn’t blame him, but you missed him and felt him slipping away from you. Thus you decided you needed to tell him how you felt before it was too late.

You had yet to anticipate how hard it would be to get a moment alone with him. The first time you stumbled upon your friend, you didn’t get past “how are you-” before he quickly told you he had to get going or he would be late. Late for what only the gods know, but he slipped away.

The second attempt was slightly more successful- Grover was sitting at the campfire, and you sat down next to him.

“Busy week, huh?” you asked and Grover’s head shot up.

“Ah, (Y/n), I hadn’t seen you come-” Grover bleated, “I’m sorry, it has been busy.”

“Finally catching a break?” You asked, as you bumped into him lightly. Grover smiled and started leaning against you.

“Sort of, I’ve missed you.” he said as he laid his head on your shoulder. His horns had started growing out more, and you could feel them poke in your neck, but you decided not to say anything, lest you scare the poor soul.

“I’ve missed you too,” you let out a breath, “Hey, I need to tell you some-”

“Hey, G-man, do you have a moment?” Percy spoke up from beside Grover, and you glared slightly at him as Grover sat up.

“Of course! Whatcha need?” Grover sat, and Percy gestured away.

“Just wanted to check something, am I interrupting?” Percy asked. Grover looked at you, in turn. He clearly wanted to see if you needed him, but you shook your head.

“No, not really. Go ahead, I will see you soon?” you asked Grover and he nodded excitedly as he stood up and followed Percy.

Well, third time's the charm you thought as you saw your beloved goat boy stand not too far away. So, you almost sprinted towards him, smiling.

“Hey Grover! Do you have a moment-” Grover looked at you, but you could already see Chiron approaching him from behind.

“Of course I do, always for you.” he was adorable, but you shook your head, as you eyed Chiron getting closer.

“I don’t think you do- you know what, never mind.” you pouted, “Wish I wouldn’t have to make a reservation for your time just to talk to you, but it is what it is.” Grover looked confused, but you continued, “Just come to me when you have five minutes? Me approaching you is clearly not working out.” Grover was worried about what you meant, but before he could even ask what was going on you turned around and walked away. And before he could even reach out, Chiron’s voice asked for his attention.

Third time was not the charm it seemed.

Grover hadn’t seen you since then. Apparently you truly wouldn’t come to him whenever he had a moment- which normally you really had a knack for finding him just as he had nothing to do. He really hoped you weren’t angry at him- and he felt like he was irrationally anxious about the possibility of you never wanting to talk to him again. That couldn’t be it right?

So, a few days later when he hadn’t planned anything for at least an hour- a feat as far has his schedule went these days- he quickly ran to you, took your hand and dragged you away from your cabin, into the woods.

“What-” you stammered, but Grover was quick to turn around and face you.

“I have not much time but I asked the dryads to make sure no one finds us for a bit. It’s just us, no interruptions, nothing,” Grover wished he had a can to chew on and get his anxious energy out, “So, what do you need?” he asked, his voice turning soft and quiet at the last words in the sentence. Before answering you grabbed one of Grovers hands, an appreciative smile on your face.

“Grover, I need you,” you took a deep breath, “I need you too, I know you’re busy being lord of the wild and that it’s hard staying still but please, I need you to know I love you.”

Grover bleated, as he hid his face behind the hand you weren’t holding. “Do you mean-” Grover slowly lowered his hand, and he saw you nod. “I love you, romantically, goat boy.” Your heart stammered, “and if you’re not ready- or not interested, it’s fine. I’m just glad to have told you.”

“I’m too- uh I mean,” Grover shook his head, “I love you too,” You smiled, and you moved closer pressing a kiss on Grover’s cheek. “You’re all I need then,” you sighed, “now go, I know you promised the dryads something. See you at dinner?”

Grover had a dazed expression, with a big grin on his face as he nodded. “See you, love you,” he turned around, hoping that he could quickly finish the requests he still had to do today, so he could spend time with you.

And if Grover dazed off a bit more during that day, nobody asked questions. Grover realized that he needed you too, and that he perhaps needed a bit of a break. A picnic sounded nice, or going to that one secluded spot that he found while he was doing favors for a herd of sheep last week. Yeah, he was elated thinking of you smiling, surrounded by nature, and him being the reason for it. Would you enjoy berries or bread more at the picnic?

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ericshoney · 2 months

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Stalker Boy ~ Kim Sunwoo (Yandere)

Warnings: Yandere!Sunwoo, Stalker!Sunwoo, obsessive behaviour, breaking in, jerking off to panties, stealing, creepy beahaviour.

Let me know if I missed anything!

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Sat on a park bench was a young man. The man had dyed red hair, large brown eyes and soft plump lips. The man, Kim Sunwoo, looked like a "normal" man, just sitting in the park on a Sunday evening, nothing seemed strange about that. But his intentions were far from normal and sane.

Sunwoo had a dark obsession. He loved someone deeply. Loved to follow that person around everywhere. That person was you.

Sunwoo was waiting for the right time. Being your stalker he knew your daily routines like the back of his hands. What time you get up in the morning, the time you leave for work, where you go most days and even when you go to bed.

So as Sunwoo sat on the bench, his eyes glancing at his watch, he knew it was time soon. He then heard the soft barks of your dog and smiled to himself.

Every evening around six, you went for a walk with your dog, Buster. He even knew the name of your dog. How much he was obsessed with you to know that information.

So as you walked your dog around the park, Sunwoo got up, walking to your apartment block across the street. He knew how long you usually was on a walk and since he had done what he was about to do a few times, he knew well.

He walked up to your apartment door and looked around, the hall was empty, making him happy. He pulled out a small screwdriver, using it to unlock your door and walk in. He smiled, loving the sweet smell of your apartment.

Sunwoo then walked straight to your bedroom, this wasn't the first time he had been in your apartment or your bedroom. He walked right up to your drawers and opened the top one, it had all your panties in.

The man smiled and looked at all the pretty lace garments. Wondering which ones he would steal this time. After a minute of looking, he chose a light blue pair.

Placing them in his pocket, Sunwoo swiftly left your apartment, minutes before you returned, oblivious to what just happened.

Once Sunwoo returned to his own apartment, he rushed to his room, that happened to be full of photos of you, and slipped out his tight jeans, rubbing the newly stolen panties on his semi-hard dick.

"Fuck...Y/n....my pretty girl~" He moaned, staring at your photos he had captured whilst you wasn't looking.

He rubbed the panties over himself, imagining you on top of him. Your pretty smile, sweet eyes. He wanted you badly. It was crazy but he couldn't help it.

"Hmm....Yesss." He hissed, rubbing himself harder.

"Fuck." He then cursed, cumming all over your panties.

Sunwoo let out a sigh and looked at the photo of you on his bedside table, smirking to himself.

"You'll be mine one day, darling~"

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A little request, I hope it's what you wanted! Happy reading~

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ashestoroses018 · 10 days

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Four Puffs (1/2)

Originally posted in 2017.

mikeygc3000 (mikeygc3000.tumblr.com) said: Could you write one where you’re Dustin’s older sister and all the kids can tell that you and Steve are in love but are in denial so they set up a blind date by tricking you and Steve and you both end up together in the end???? And lots of fluff!???? (P.s I just found your blog and I’m in love with it)

“Dustin, where the Hell is my hair spray? Did you steal it to do your hair again?” You shout through the house.

“Language, F/N!” your dad yells at you. It’s not often that he’s home, considering he travels for work, and when he is home, you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes every time he opens his mouth.

“Dad. He keeps stealing my hairspray and using, like, all of it. And the little shithead never asks first!”

“F/N! One more outburst like that, and you won’t be going out tonight!” Your dad looks over his newspaper at you, an eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, Dad. Do you know where Dustin is, by any chance?”

“Dusty’s over at Will’s house.”

“You couldn’t have told me that before I started yelling for him?”

Your dad folds the newspaper on his lap. “I didn’t have the chance, missy. Just call Joyce. I’m sure she can get him on the phone for you.”

Your battle against the eye rolls is futile, this time. Instead of even gracing your father with a response, you just grab your keys and a scrunchie, tossing your unruly hair up lackadaisically while holding your keys in your teeth.

“Be back before dinner, F/N! Your mom’s cooking meatloaf!” your dad calls behind you.

“’Kay, Dad!” You slam the door behind you, jogging to your beat up ’68 VW Beetle.

She is your baby, but shit if she hasn’t seen better days. Your seats are stained, and the engine makes this weird sound, if you drive Becky the Beetle for more than about twenty minutes at a time. One of these days, she’s going to crap out on you, and fuck if that day doesn’t terrify you. Who bikes to school at eighteen years old?

It takes you roughly three minutes of driving to arrive at the Byers’ residence, and you thank every god you can think of when you see your baby brother’s bike outside on the lawn, thrown there while he was obviously in a rush. What you don’t expect is to see Steve Harrington’s brown BMW in the driveway.

However, when you see that Joyce’s and Jonathan’s cars are both gone, it makes more sense. He must be playing babysitter for the thirteen year olds again. With a sigh, you go up to the door and knock, knowing that you’re about to embarrass the hell out of yourself in front of Steve, considering you’re in exercise clothes – leggings, leg warmers, and a ratty sweatshirt. All over your petty need for hairspray.

You raise your brow when it’s your brother who opens the door. “Oh shit.”

“Hey, Dustin. Wanna let me in?” Your tone of voice brooks no argument.

“I can explain, F/N, I swear.”

“What can you explain, Dustin?”

“I didn’t realize I still had your hairspray in my bag, and you have the Farrah Fawcett spray, and you know they discontinued it, and I really like your hairspray, because it’s better than Aquanet, and – “

You follow your brother through the Byers’ residence. In the living room, his friends are sitting around a table, playing Dunces and Diapers, or whatever the hell the stupid game is called. In the corner, a bottle of Coke in his hand, sits Steve Harrington, whose eyes meet yours as soon as you walk in the room.

“Well, Dusty?” you ask, your voice suddenly saccharine sweet. Your brother gives you an incredulous look at your impromptu change in demeanor. “Where’s my hair spray?”

“I can’t believe you needed it so bad that you actually came all the way out here,” your brother mutters under his breath as he digs through his backpack. “interrupting our game and shit.”

After a moment, he hands you the bottle of Fabergé Organics hair spray, which you immediately notice is nearly empty. “What the hell, Dustin? You used all of it! Do you know how hard this shit is to find?”

He looks down at his feet, biting his lip. “I’m sorry, F/N.”

“I had a date tonight, but I guess I’ll have to cancel. Aquanet sucks.”

“You, uh, you had a date, F/N?” Steve suddenly speaks up, and you glance over at him.

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything crazy, but Billy Hargrove seems like a nice enough guy.”

The redheaded girl, Max, gags audibly. “Billy is a shitstain of a human being. What are you talking about?”

“He really is, F/N. You shouldn’t go out with him. Did you know he beat up Steve?” Your brother is nodding emphatically with Max, his eyes wide.

You raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, he was defending Lucas! Billy’s a terrible person, F/N. You should cancel that date and just hang out with us tonight.”

“Fine, Dustin. I’ll take your word for it, this time. Hey, Will, where’s your phone?”

The Byers boy points you towards a wall handset, and you connect with the operator quickly, asking for the Hargrove residence.

“Hello?” A woman, whom you presume to be Billy’s stepmom and Max’s mom, answers the phone.

“Is this Billy Hargrove’s house?”

“Yes, it is. One second. Billy!”

A moment later, Billy’s on the line, and though you’re not particularly interested in the boy – aside from his obvious physical appeal – your heart skips a beat at how charming he can be. “Hargrove residence, Billy speaking.”

“Hey Billy, it’s F/N Henderson.”

“Oh, hey, babe. What’s up? I’m still picking you up at 8 to see Ladyhawke, right?”

“Actually, no. A bit of a family emergency came up. Sorry, Billy.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?”

“Yeah, sorry. Our, uh…cat went missing again. My mom loves that kitten, so Dustin and I have to look for her.”

“Just tell her that you’re looking with me, F/N.”

“I really can’t do that to my mom, Billy.”

Steve comes up to you, hearing the tension in your voice. You okay? he mouths towards you. You just nod, your mouth pursed.

“Fine. Forget about rescheduling, though. I can get a more attractive whore at Hawkins High.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me, Hargrove?”

“A whore. Everyone knows you’re fucking Harrington.”

You glance over at Steve, embarrassed that he’s going to witness what you’re about to say. “I am not fucking Steve Harrington, asshole. And you’re right. We’re not rescheduling. Get bent, shitbag.”

You slam the handset back onto the hook, actually shaking through the force of your anger. “Dustin, come on, we’re going home.”

“Wait, what? But I don’t need to be home until dinner.”

You give your brother a Look. “Please, let’s just go.”

“Let him stay, F/N. Why don’t you stay, too?” Steve asks, in a placating voice.

You bite your lip. “I need to be alone for a bit. I was hoping my brother would be there for me, but I fucking guess not. I’m going home Dustin. Dad says to be home by dinner.”

There’s a fierce migraine brewing in the left side of your head right now, and you just want to take a bath and ignore the world. Careful not to slam Joyce’s front door, you jog to your car, however your beloved Becky the Beetle won’t start. You turn your key in the ignition seven or eight times before slamming your forehead onto your steering wheel. This cannot be happening to you right now.

Giving up, you walk back into the Byers’ living room, much to the shock of everyone there. Steve is the first one to break the silence. “Change your mind then, Henderson?”

You sigh. “My car’s not starting, so I’m stuck here. Maybe you guys can help me push start it?”

“Can we do it after our game, F/N?” your brother asks.

Once again, you sigh. “Yeah, I guess. I’ll just go…sit with Steve, I guess. Enjoy or whatever.”

You collapse on the Byers couch next to Steve, who glances over at you. “You can’t tell anyone this,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I…have a few spare bottles of the Farrah Fawcett spray. Is that what you use?”

Your eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

He smirks gently at your excitement. “Yeah, I do. I can bring a bottle over to your house tomorrow, so you have it for school on Monday.”

“Oh my gosh, Steve, you’re the best!” You lean over and give him a hug, forgetting, for a moment, that you’re not looking your best.

He blushes slightly, his smirk turning into a shy smile. “Glad to help, F/N.”

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batmanie · 2 months

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Sharing is scary - Riddler&ScarecrowxYou

How the hell did events escalate from a simple girls’ night out at the Iceberg Lounge to this? And by ‘this’, you mean finding yourself captured by the Riddler, and taken to some old, creepy warehouse, just to end up as a plaything for both Riddler and Scarecrow. It is beyond your comprehension, and yet, here you are – trapped between the two notorious villains like a tasty slice of bacon between two pieces of bread, with Riddler standing behind you, and Scarecrow right in front of you. You are stuck in the middle of this mess.

Not that you are complaining that much, at least not when Riddler’s traitorously skilled fingers are dancing around your erected nipples, teasing them through the black cotton of your dress. And definitely not when Scarecrow’s left hand slides up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your soaking panties.

“So you think, you’re better than me, Edward?” Doctor Crane is not looking at you, not even when his slim hand sneaks under your dress and finds its way between your legs.

You can’t help but let out a gasp, feeling one of his finger brushing over your underwear, sending electricity through your already stimulated body.

“I don’t just think I’m better,” Riddler retorts with spite “I KNOW it! How can anyone find me, Edward Nigma, the Riddler, a true genius and Gotham’s prodigy, to be a lesser man than a freak hiding under a burlap mask? That’d be ridiculous!”

Read the whole story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26068069/chapters/136013803

Warning: explicit sexual content - dub-con, degradation, strong language!

A massive self-indulgent smut-fic, which I hope some of you may enjoy. Happy Valentine's Day everybody!

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lonely-lost-soul · 1 year

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A MuTON of Problems

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Chapter 5: Meet the Family

Donnie walked into your room the soup cradled gently in his hands, throat dry as you looked up from your phone with sparkling eyes. “Hey, Don,”

“Hey yourself. Soups on please are careful it’s temperature is exceeding warm.”

“Just say it’s a hot dork.”

“It’s hot.” His lips cracked with an awkward smile, “I need to talk to you about something.” He started slowly handing you the soup and the spoon he had brought with him watching as you blew softly on the liquid before placing it in your mouth. You made a pleasant noise of contentment before motioning for Donnie to continue. “I’m in love with you,”

You choked on the soup essentially spraying it everywhere, Donnie tutted brow furrowing,

“You spilled it!”

“No shit Sherlock! Donatello, you can’t just say shit like that!”

“But it’s the truth?” He tilted his head to the side watching as your face turned a dark scarlet, “My point is if you’d let me get there,” Donnie eyed your dazed expression, “Is that all my brothers also happen to be in love with you.”

“Even Mikey?!”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Um, Wow okay this is a lot of information to process while eating soup.” You let out a breathless laugh running your hands through your messy hair, “I can’t believe I’m about to have this conversation-”

“Micheal already told me it would not be ideal for you to force yourself to choose one of us. If you happened to like all of us, he also told me it would be impolite for me to keep them from seeing you-”

“You’ve been keeping them from seeing me-”

“Not the point. So if this is going to work I need to hear where you stand on some things. Numero uno!” He held up one of his fingers as you desperately tried to shake off your confusion, “Is this…polyamorous situation something you would be interested in…if so I suppose I would not be opposed to sharing you with my brothers under a few conditions. Numero two!” Donnie held up his second finger, and your head was spinning, “Those conditions are as followed!”

“Donnie-”

“Since I was the first to meet you I would like to call dibs.” Donnie clicked his tongue the only hint of embarrassment on his face was a soft red color. “If you would allow me I want to be your first kiss, first boyfriend. The bottom line is I knew you first, I’m clearly the better sibling therefore I get you before all my brothers.”

“Hold on-”

“Plus I’m the smartest so I would need to teach you all about turtle anatomy and how we do things-” Donnie let out a started sound feeling warm lips against the cold skin of his mouth, and his pupils blew to monumental sizes. Your hands wrapped around the top of his plastron as you pulled him close, Donnie’s head was fuzzy and as your chest pressed against his he could feel your heartbeat flutter against him. “Ah-”

“Stop talking for a minute.” You pulled away keeping your hands splayed on his plastron, Donnie’s head was fuzzy and filled with mush. All the science and math he kept stored in his brain felt like it was melting out of his ears making room for you and how your lips felt against his own. “Don you’re losing yourself in the details, you’re making love out to be a science. Love isn’t a science it’s a feeling. Tell me how you feel.” He opened his mouth to respond, “About me.” Your hands trailed down his arm taking his hand within your own and holding it out to your chest. He was able to ground himself a little bit by feeling your heartbeat against the back of his hand subtly brushing against your breasts.

He swallowed his throat going dry, Donatello was the science guy, he wasn’t the romance guy. Donnie tended to leave those ideas for idiots like Leo or dreamers like Mikey and Raph, but here he was standing in front of the girl of his dreams hand pressed snuggly on her chest. Her hand squeezes his gently every so often to keep him grounded in the conversation, “I’m not good with words.” He huffed out, “But I’m not a coward, I want to be with you. Romantically. You’re witty and you’re not afraid to put me in my place, which is hot, research has proven that.” Donnie felt himself flushing as your heart sped up under his hand, “You care about me and are a science nerd and will always listen to me ramble about my interests, unlike my brothers.” Donatello felt himself take a breath, “If you want to meet my brothers I don’t mind. If you want to date them too that's fine but I’m possessive.” His jaw clenched a little, “But I’ll do anything to make you happy and I love my brothers. So I suppose if anyone I’d want it to be them because they’re good people.”

“But?” You urged softly, with no judgment in your tone, only gentle probing that made Donnie’s heart pound in his ears.

“What if you stop liking me? I’m not funny like Leo, strong and brave like Raph, or sweet like Mikey. I’m grumpy and stubborn and the jokes I make go over everyone's heads because social cues are difficult. The only good thing about me is I’m good at science, I’m good at making things.”

“Don…” You spoke tenderly using your free hand to tilt his head upwards, “You don’t give yourself enough credit.” You clicked your tongue and he wilted a little under your gaze, “You’re one of the funniest people I know. Your humor is just different, it’s witty and sarcastic and by all means clever. I’ve never once thought you weren’t strong or brave, not just because I’ve felt your biceps before Dee. I’ve also seen firsthand how bravely you fight in battle just to look out for your brothers. I even told Mikey earlier, you’re one of the sweetest guys I know. You always check up on me when I have to walk back from my night classes making sure I’m home safe, you upgraded my phone in case of Purple Dragon emergencies and I don’t even know what that means.” You laughed fondly scratching under his chin lightly, as he felt himself involuntarily churr at the gesture. “You’re always gonna be my Donatello, I can’t promise you’ll be first for everything. Life will get in the way, I do want to meet your brothers I made good connections with all of them but they’re just connections. I do want to meet them and get to know them and if things happen they happen. How does that make you feel?”

“Fine. As long as I’m always by your side for as long as you’ll allow me.” Donnie whispered softly, “I’ll be your first and if things go towards multiples then they do, and if they don’t. I’m alright with both outcomes.”

“Okay…so..?”

“Kiss me again?”

“Will you call your brothers?”

He groaned pressing the top of his head into your shoulder, he let out a little nod against your skin. “Good boy,” you cooed feeling his whole body shiver under your touch, he pulled away purple eyes shining slightly with delight. You smiled pecking his lips in another kiss, this time he was prepared and slyly put his arm around your waist holding you in place. Ever the gentleman his hand rested right above the slope of your ass, fingers happily drumming on your lower back in delight. His other hand cupped your cheek, his cold skin was a delightful contrast to your burning face,

“How about…” Donnie murmured against your lips before trailing kisses down your neck, “We make out a little then I summon my brothers?”

“Tempting offer Dee, but if we don’t do this now it’ll never happen.” You pointed out biting back a sound as he nipped at the supple flesh of your neck, “You’re such a brat.”

“Careful throwing that word around Pookie.” Donatello mused, “if we want to get anything done tonight.”

“Just call them!” You squeaked flustered beyond belief, as Donatello churred pulling you into his lap on the bed. His arms settled in your lap as he pressed a few buttons on the contraption on his wrist, “They’ll be here soon.”

“What did you tell them?”

“Nothing just the coordinates to your house.”

“DEE!” Mikey called before you could respond opening your door a worried expression on his face, “Leo and Raph are going to-”

Donnie covered your face with his arm as the glass window in your room shattered into pieces. Leo and Raph burst into your room, weapons blazing and glowing, eyes stark white with no pupils visible. “You two are so dramatic,” Donnie tsked looking down at you a specific twinkle in his eye,

“You did that on purpose.” You scolded moving his arm out from in front of my face, “You broke my window I’m not getting my deposit back!”

“I didn’t break your window, Leo and Raph did.”

“Ough boy…” Leo murmured staring straight at you, you flushed a little under his gaze. The reality of how you looked hit you right then, was a mess. Hair a rat's nest, bags under your eyes, and wearing your least flattering pajamas. You broke your gaze from a shell-shocked Leo and glanced over at Raph who was giving you the dopiest grin of his life, with nothing but adoration in his eyes. It instantly made you relax,

“Hi, Big Guy.”

“Raph missed you!”

“I saw you yesterday!” You giggled and you could practically feel Donatello rolling his eyes,

“Hold on, hold the phone, you know Raph AND Donatello!” Leo gawked, “and ‘Angelo!?” He yelped finally noticing his youngest brother also in the room with all of you, “Do you know my dad too? I thought what we had was special!”

“Oh no, no.” You wilted a little waving your hands in front of your face, “It’s complicated and Donnie didn’t wanna tell everyone-” Donnie suddenly grabbed your hands not even noticing that you were picking at the skin of your nails.

“We’re dating.” Donatello said bluntly and both Raph and Leo seemed to choke on their own spit and wilt, “We met when I was sneaking into April’s college classes. The same day she met you in the ally Leo.”

“And you didn’t tell me!” Leo argued brow furrowing in annoyance, jaw set in frustration, “Dude what the fuck you knew how I felt about her!”

“Yes, and I wasn’t about to lose her friendship with you brother of mine. No offense but you’d scare her off.”

“You bitch-”

Raphael coughed grabbing Leo by the back of his shell, as he attempted to launch himself at Donatello who didn’t even blink at the lunge. “So all this time we all liked the same girl is that what I’m getting at?” Raph said slowly looking over at you for confirmation,

“Yeah. But Donnie just asked me out today, both he and Mikey explained how all you felt or maybe still feel about me.”

“But…” Donnie huffed, “Mikey had a talk with me, and because I am such a good brother I’ve-” You elbowed him in the side of his shell and he grunted, “We have decided that we’d be open to an attempted polyamorous relationship with all of you if it’s something you want.” He huffed, and placed a hand on top of your head, “She’s expressed her interest and I’m okay with it if it’s you guys.” The two brothers other than Mikey blinked slowly at Donatello and then blinked at you who flustered under their gazes.

“So lemme get this straight,” Leo made a sweeping motion with his hand before snickering, “Heh never thought I’d say that.” He preened hearing your little giggle at his joke, Donnie only groaned in response.

“You’re both terrible.”

“Homophobic.” Both you and Leo said simultaneously, a deadly serious look on your faces before you both burst into a fit of giggles. Donnie heard Mikey coo softly at your laugh completely steamrolling Donnie to wrap you into a hug. Donatello barked out a sound of protest tensing at Michelangelo's sudden touch his feet almost kicking him straight in the face.

“You are too cute! Your little laugh! Adorable!” They praised rubbing their cheek against your own in pure delight. “Isn’t she just the cutest?”

“Mikey stopppp.” You whined embarrassment plain on your features as he curred pleasantly against your skin, you felt him vibrate against you. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“Get used to that.” Raphael chuckled deeply causing you to turn to look at him, “Mikey’s gonna embarrass you every time you go out. It’s their thing.”

“Showing my admiration and love isn’t embarrassing it’s sweet!” He tried to defend himself but Raph only laughed. The snapping turtle mutant took a few steps closer to you and sat down on his knees, even kneeling he seemed to encompass the entire room.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His hand rested against your knee, “We’re lovers at heart and get attached rather quickly.”

“I have a lot of love to give if you’ll let me share it all with you.” Raph hummed his large tail thumped against the floor causing the decorations in your room to wobble.

“Raph be careful.” Donnie barked his hand resting on top of Mikey’s back, gently scratching at the scutes of his shell, “She likes her things a certain way.”

“Well, we wouldn’t know that Mr. Secret keeper.” Leo rolled his eyes sliding up in between your legs to rest his head on your plush thigh, “So princesa, fancy seeing you here.”

“In my apartment or between my thighs?”

“Hm. Both.” He grinned cheekily and you snickered shoving her hand against his face, his grin only widened seeing your flustered expression. “So considering I still need to woo you, you’ve ever been to the Hidden City?”

“The what?”

“You’re not taking her to the Hidden City.” Donnie snapped, “You’re gonna get her killed.”

“Yee of little faith-”

“It’s not little faith if statistically you always come back wounded, or burned, or almost eaten-”

“Yada yada blah blah blah shut your mouth.” Leo barked flushing red, “mi dios hermano is it your sole goal in life to make me look back in front of our girlfriend?”

“Watch it, she didn’t agree to be your girlfriend yet.” Donnie bristled,

“Ah is that jealousy I smell?”

“Go suck a dick.”

“Man I wish.” His grin was splitting as he looked at Donnie, then seemingly up at you for confirmation and validation. He got it because you were doubled over laughing head resting on Mikey’s shoulder hand brushing against the back of Raph’s shell. All four mutants stared at you fondness shining in their eyes and all of them seemed to speak to one another through the look, all on the same exact page.

In the end, If she chooses one of us or all of us, she is someone worth protecting. No matter what happened you had them besides you all you had to do was ask. It was scary how much you already had them wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. Mikey churred fondly nudging his head against your cheek, “So which one of us gets to take you on a date first? Personally, I say Donnie goes last.”

“What why! I’m literally the only one of you she is officially dating,” He bit back crossing his arms over his chest.

“If anything it should be me.” Leonardo chimed with a fond hum tracing your inner thigh with the pad of his fingers. “I’ve had to wait for the longest to see her again thanks to someone,” He shot a glare at Donnie, “being a possessive prick.”

“Language.” Raph scolded shivering a little as your fingers dug into a sensitive spot on his shell he didn’t even know he had. “But that’s, unfortunately, the fairest scenario, we should do how we met ‘er, but Don goes last ‘cause of what Leo said.”

“Soff this is the betrayal of the highest order.”

“Donnie it’s okay,” Your voice was a soft coo as you calmed him, all the brother's jaws dropped as they watched their brother shut his mouth and breath out through his nose. “You know you’re always welcome to meet me here anytime.”

“And we’re not?” Leo pouted and Mikey tilted his head up,

“Yeah totally unfair dudette! We should be able to visit you just like Donathan!”

“Aw Mikey,” You cooed pressing the palms to his round cheeks and squeezing them slightly, “Only my boyfriends or girlfriends can come over uninvited. You’ll get there eventually I’m sure so long as you keep being sweet as pie.”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Good boy.”

“Call me that holy shit-”

“Leo!” Donnie and Raph both snapped at his brother as you flushed a brilliant shade of red.

“You’re such a pervert, treat ‘er like a lady at least.” Raph grumbled, “did dad and I teach you nothing?”

“Almost virtually when it comes to dating,” Leo scoffed before winking up at you, “Lucky I’m a fast learner you gonna be able to teach me new things mamacita?”

Before you could respond Mikey let out a small hum, “interesting considering you slept with half the Hidden City.”

“Hahaha. JOKING! He’s joking!” Leo was burning as you sent him a hesitant look,

“I’m not one to slut shame.”

“SLUT SHAME?!”

All the brothers minus Leo began to cackle at your response as Leo groaned a pout settling deep on his face. “This sucks, I can’t believe I was betrayed this way, and by my own flesh and blood.”

“And oozequito DNA.” Donnie mused, “scientifically speaking of course.”

He watched you hum softly, “One of my professors has been itching to get her hands on…what did you call it Dee?”

“Oozequitos,” He supplied noticing the spark in your eyes in a way that said you were about to info dump on the lot of them. Donnie’s skin practically buzzed,

“Yes! That! She wants to study what it’s made of and how it’s working to turn people into mutants and who it affects. So it’s a little bit of bio and a little bit of chemistry.” Your arms flailed out in front of you, and Donnie could already tell Leo was biting back a groan at the science talk. Mikey was smiling up at you dopey, just happy you were talking and Raph was doing his best to listen intently to your fixation. “And obviously finding a sample of the little shits- sorry Big Guy- is super hard without getting yourself bitten and turned mutant,” Donnie hummed to know he was still listening but it was hard to when you were beaming like a star.

“I can’t believe we found and wanna date a female Donnie, I’m gonna have a crisis about this later,” Leo grunted and Donatello kicked him,

“She’s a creative writing major actually.”

“All hope is not lost!” Leo watched you flush and shrink in on yourself,

“Sorry I can get a little carried away. I’ll tone it down and not talk about it-” All the brothers looked at Leo like he committed a murder, he swallowed thickly trying not to think about how dejected you looked to be shut down.

“Ah, n-no worries princesa. I just don’t understand a lot of the science junk-er stuff- that you and Donatello like, it’s not that I’m not interested just can’t process it.”

“No!” You waved your hands in distress, “It’s okay really! Not everyone likes this stuff, no science talk when with Leonardo! File that away!”

Leo frowned the bridge of his nose twitching uncomfortably, he didn’t want you to not talk to him about your passions. That didn’t exactly sit right with the slider either, “I mean…” He attempted to backpedal as Raph raised a brow at him. “You’re passionate about it so don’t force yourself not to share. I’m interested in getting to know you, all of you.”

“Oh. Ha!” You squeaked, “is it hot in here I think it’s hot in here.” Your entire body felt like it was on fire due to the genuineness of Leo’s tone, and in turn, the smug look on his face flustered you further.

“Maybe you should undress then- OW.”

“Leonardo enough.” Raph growled, and he huffed in response, “She’s gonna ditch you before you even get ta go out on a date with ‘er.”

“I would if I were her.”

“Donnie.” Both Mikey and you said in a challenging tone to twitch he rolled his eyes dramatically,

“Okay, so I suppose this would be the next step right? Do you guys want my number?”

“Yes!” All three men shouted simultaneously, eagerly pulling out their phones, or what you assumed were their phones considering how weird they were built. All three phones were passed around and you received chimes of them texting you almost immediately, you made their contacts.

“Everyone smile!” You giggled snapping pictures of each of the brothers, Mikey was sticking out his tongue with his cheeks completely puffed out. Raph was giving a sweet peace sigh cheeks flushing a soft pink, meanwhile, Leo was giving you finger guns and a wink. They all soon snapped a picture of you as well and put their contacts into their phone,

Leo put your name as: Princesa

Mikey put your name as: Honey

And Raph put your name in as: Doll

“What’s my name on your phone Dee?” You asked glancing over at him, his cheeks flushed,

“Scoff it’s your name obviously. There is no need for frivolous pet names when yours is perfect the way it is.” He lied, not very smoothly, his phone felt like it was burning a hole in his pants your contact photo was you in the sweater dress he name and your contact name was embarrassingly enough ‘Pookie.’

“Aw Don that’s so sweet!” You cooed eyes twinkling mischievously, you knew Donatello’s lying face he had a nickname for you in his phone you were sure of it. You were also sure that if you asked Leonardo would do some recon for you and tell you what the name was, and two could play this game, Donatello. “Your name is something different in my phone I guess I should change it back to your name…” You knew damn well you didn’t change the name from what he had originally put in your phone but his frantic head shakes and protests still made you giggle. “Alright, you make a compelling point. I’ll keep it as it is,” You hummed softly figuring you now needed to think of a cute contact name for your boyfriend. He shifted forward in order to bonk his head against your own forehead with a huff.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Blegh gross.” Leo stuck out his tongue,

“Permission to beat the shit out of him?”

“Permission granted if you take it outside.”

“Hey!” Leo stood up on his knees, “Babe let’s not get too hasty here. We wouldn’t wanna ruin my pretty face right?” You looked thoughtful and sweat began to appear on his brow, “right!” You reached out to take his chin in your hand, he pouted but relaxed in your grip.

“I wouldn’t dream of it Leo. At least not until after our first date,” You stuck your tongue out at him and he flopped dramatically into your lap. That got a soft chuckle from Raphael, and you felt his tail wrap around your calf, warmth filled your heart as you were surrounded by your boys.

“(Y/N)!”

Your eyes snapped open “fuck, ass, shit.” You sputtered and all the boys winced slightly not just at your colorful language but at the other person who was clearly calling your name, “That’s my roommate-”

“We gotta go we can’t risk being found out.” Raph looked at his brothers who all nodded, looking serious, he smiled down at you softly. “See you soon doll-SHIT!”

“Rapheal!” Mikey squawked as he watched his brother slide backward on a figure he knocked over earlier falling to the ground with an earth-shaking thump. You even let out a sound as you flew up a little on the bed Donnie used one of his claws to grab onto your shirt. The door to your bedroom was kicked open with a BANG, and your third and final roommate stood in the doorway hands on her hips. Blonde hair curled around her shoulders a stubborn pout settling on her lips, her eyes passed over all the visitors in your room eyebrow twitching in frustration.

“You should’ve told me we had guests.” She whined, “I got so scared I thought I was gonna have to kick some ass!” She reached behind her back only to show she was holding a rather sharp kitchen knife. You heard Leo audibly gulp from beside you, all the turtles by your side remained eerily quiet eyeing Blux’s movements carefully.

“Er…sorry?”

“You should be sorry!” She argued, “I thought I taught you better. Hi!” Blux chirped smoothing out any wrinkles in her outfit, “I’m (y/n)’s wife. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Wife!?” Donnie choked,

“She’s joking! Blux!” You hissed as her eyes crinkled adorably as she laughed, fingers twitching at her sides. “Do you need something or..?”

“Finn needs his mama. He has a vet appointment ‘member?”

“I did not but I do now.” You sputtered untangling yourself from all the brothers, only Mikey let out an audible sound of distress. You stumbled over Leo who was still in between your legs, not even caring if your pajamas were less than flattering.

“You’re still sick-” Donatello argued suddenly and Raph bristled at the notion,

“Sick? She’s sick?”

“Hungover, from last night Raph. There’s a difference-”

“You shouldn’t be driving,” Mikey huffed softly, “I was gonna walk-”

“In your condition!” Leo gasped pressing a hand to his plastron, your eye twitched,

“I’m hungover, not pregnant.”

“Let us go with you at least.” Raph said softly, “We can follow close beside you. Make sure you get there and back safely, it’s late and it’ll be dark by the time you come back. Please?” All the brothers could see the soft flush flooding into your cheeks,

“Okay alright fine! You all can come, but I do not want one word about Finn.”

“Your turtle?” Mikey supplied unhelpfully, both Leo and Raph made a face,

“Not a word.” You huffed grabbing your jacket from your chair and slipping on your sneakers, “I’ve had him since I was a teenager.”

“Lips are sealed.” Leonardo hummed, “you just really like turtles then huh?” His arm slung around your waist pulling you out our bedroom door as you huffed. “I mean?” He motioned to himself with his other hand,

“Watch yourself Leo or you’ll no longer have Finnigan the Third visiting rights.”

“How dare you, that’s my son you’re talking about.”

“Is it too late to take back my offer?” Donnie groaned looking up at Raph while Mikey happily trotted after Leo and (Y/n).

“Sorry little bro. It’s way too late for that.” Raph laughed placing his hand on top of Donnie’s and giving him a noogie, which he began to protest rather forcefully.

“What just happened?” Blux murmured blinking at the spot where her roommate and the mutants once were, “is she fucking those turtles?”

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sorrowwritesstuff · 2 years

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What A Pair!

Steve Harrington x F!Reader.

Summary: Teasing Steve for being a bad flirt at work is one of your favorite things to do. Even with your crush. But, you made the mistake of telling Robin your biggest secret.

!Warnings!: none?

Tags: Fluff.

Word Count: 1.5k-ish

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite my work ,or claim it as your own, I do not consent to these actions*

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You sit on the counter, kicking your feet back and forth as you watch Steve serve ice cream, his funny little hat sitting upon his brown hair. You watch as they leave and Steve sends them a wink, making their faces twist in a cringed expression. He sighs as they walk out the doors before turning to you, “You could help you know.” He approaches you, standing at your dangling knees. “Oh, I am. My job is…” you pull the cap of the marker and stick it in your mouth, “Helping Robin keep track of how much you suck.” you mark another tally on the whiteboard that was sitting next to you on the counter. Steve rolls his eyes, “Are you serious?”

You laugh, “Looks like you suck pretty bad, Steve.” You tap the white board as you count, “One. Two. Three. Four–”

“Okay! Okay, I get it” He lifts his hands up, his face obviously upset. You think about how cute he looks all annoyed. You have to admit it is one of your favorite things to do to Steve “The Hair.” Harrington. He just got so angry. Your favorite thing was when guys would come in and flirt with you, and you could easily charm them. You’d turn around when they left, wink at Steve, before pulling out the amount of numbers you’d gotten and spreading them on the counter. And, the amount was usually higher than ten.

You pout at the brown-eyed boy in front of you, “Aww, I’m sorry Stevie, I didn’t mean to make you angry.” You burst out in a laugh, before biting your lip through a smile. Man, he hated when you called him that. Steve’s cheeks tinted red and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. “Ha ha very funny.” He says with sarcasm before crossing his arms, “It’s the hat, I swear.” he mumbles.

You lean forward and fix the hat on his head, it has fallen a little sideways from work. You pull away and squint at him, “I think the hat is cute on you.” Steve’s face is turning brighter by the moment. “Would you two stop flirting and Y/n, get in here and help me!” Robin’s voice sounds from the back. You giggle, before hopping down off the counter, three girls approach the counter just as you do. You place your hand on Steve’s chest, “Get back to work, Harrington.” You walk to the back pushing the door open and seeing Robin, who is lifting boxes. “Oh, hold on!” you run back out and grab the whiteboard, before running back in, and shaking the sign, “look who’s got another tally.”

She laughs, “You know you could stop making him suffer trying to find girls and just tell him you like him.”

You’ve liked Steve for a good time now. You always found his personality charming. You also found him attractive physically, to you he was perfect. It wouldn’t take much for him to know about your feelings. You pay attention to every little move he makes, watching the way his mouth parts to breathe or sigh, the rise and fall of his chest as he does so. The way his eyes glow in the sun, the way it highlights his jawline, his cheekbones. And, how his lips curl into a smirk when he thinks he’s flirted well or when he’s picked on Robin, how he smiles or laughs at your jokes, your goofy actions... You’ll even listen to him talk for hours, paying attention to every single detail, even if it’s not interesting. “Robin! Don’t be so loud!”

She shrugs, “I’m just saying. I know he likes you back, Y/n.” you go and help her with the boxes, “Yeah, you say that, but why would he flirt with other girls if he likes me?” You set the box down, “And! He’s still in love with Nancy, I can see it!”

“Y/n! He flirts with you all the time, and I can tell the difference between his serious flirting and his ‘I’m lonely please date me,’ flirting. He’s serious with you!”

You roll your eyes, “Robin, Steve’s just trying to get over Nancy. Flirting badly is his way of coping. He flirts with you!” Robin scowls at the thought, “Yeahh. Buttt,”

“No buts, Rob. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“It’s different with you, Y/n! You should tell him!” you sigh, “I won’t embarrass myself by telling Steve that–”

“Tell me what?” Steve casually strolls in. You feel your cheeks turn hot, you death glare Robin, please don’t spill, please don’t spill. It’s common knowledge Robin can’t keep a secret, she’s horrible at it. So, your pinky crossing that she won't blurt it out. “Steve! Uhm, we were talking about girl stuff, right Robin?” Robin’s face looked like a deer in headlights, you bite on your bottom lip, “Robin?”

“Yeah, yeah, totally, for sure, my dude. Girl stuff that’s right. You know? The monthly blood waterfall?” She nods, quickly like five times. You mentally facepalm. “Okayy?” Steve says with furrowed brows.

The room falls quiet, Steve looks between you, your pink tinted cheeks, teeth still chewing your lip, which looks quite red from the pressure, to Robin, whose eyes are wide and bright, her cheeks blown full of air, but then she lets the air out and smiles at him awkwardly. He scrunches his nose, finding this all quite weird. He knows that he’s not the most comforting person to talk about periods in front of, but, he’s had girlfriends, why are you acting like Steve’s a ghost?

“Hellooo–??!!” you hear Erica Sinclairs voice. You take off towards the door, “I’ll get it.” you say through a loud breath. Frick, that was embarrassing.

“Hello, I’d like to try the-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Sinclair.” You interrupt her already scooping ice cream.

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“Hello! Hello!” You're pulled out of your thoughts by Erica’s voice. “I said I’d like to try the peanut-”

“Erica, we’ve been here too long, and haven’t you tried that three times?” Erica rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, “Actually, it’s only been ten minutes! And I’d like to try it again.” You sigh, “How bout’ this? I’ll buy you a cone, any flavors you want, three scoops, and you, get out of my face?”

She thinks for a moment, “Deal.”

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After serving Erica and watching her leave with relief, you begin to clean up, not wanting to go into the back and face Steve again, “Oh God, what if he heard us?” you think. You throw your gloves in the trash. The door of the backroom swings open, “Hey.” Robin says nervously. Oh no. “Steve wants to see you… in the back.”

Frick. “Robin. Did you tell him?” She smiles nervously, “Just go see him.”

You sigh, feeling your stomach sink, your breaths are shaky as you walk into the back room. You see Steve in the corner. “Hey.” you say awkwardly as you slowly step towards him. “Hey.” He smiles at you. “Steve, I don’t know what Robin told you–” “No, no it’s fine.” He tucks a strand of your hair back. You feel heat rise to your cheeks again. “Steve–” You pull away, “Hey. Hey. I like you too, I have for a while.” He says stepping closer again. You bite your lip and smile, “Wait, really?”

Steve nods, blushing slightly.

“You’re blushing you dork.” You tease.

“Yeah, well you should see yourself,” He laughs, putting his hand on your cheek. You roll your eyes at him, before focusing on the lovely brown color of his eyes.

Steve leans in slowly, wanting to make sure you’re okay with actions. You lean in, connecting your lips.

Steve wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you close.

You both pull away when air is needed and you’re both gasping, he still holds your waist smiling down at you, “So, girlfriend and boyfriend?” he asks

You nod before the moment is broken by a loud slam outside, Steve lets go of you and you both walk out the door.

You see Robin, who just picked up the whiteboard, she does a wide smile at Steve and slowly marks a tally under the You Rock group. You roll your eyes at her as she begins to laugh. Steve does the same. “What a pair!”

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Later, when you're leaving, Robin’s still rambling, “Oh! And, when you have kids you can be like, ‘thanks to my best friend and your lovely aunt Robin, your dad and I had our first kiss! In the back of a lousy ice cream place in the mall!” She smiles, as you leave the mall doors, “Robin, I swear-” Steve threatens. She reaches up and ruffles his hair, “Congrats, dingus,” You laugh while Steve swats her hand away. You can’t believe you’re dating Steve Harrington.

#steve harrington #xreader #xyou #f!reader #fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #oneshot #steve harrington oneshot #steve stranger things #steve #stranger things

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runningonthreecoffees · 2 years

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jjk characters and letting you go

They wouldn’t stop you from leaving. They would leave their back to you, as you walked away and for good. They are logical, they reason with themself. They know you weren’t happy, and love you so much they’d rather see you happier with someone else than slowly breaking with them. They only ask their friends for small updates once in a while. They know they could never move on, and they never do.

Suguru Getou, Nanami Kenti, Fushiguro Megumi, Zenin Maki

It is so, so hard for them to let you walk away. They’re facing the direction you’re walking away from. Their arm is outreached, trembling with intense pain they’ve never felt before. The words “don’t go” are on the tip of their tongue, but deep inside they know you’ve been hurting for a while. They couldn’t stop you from find happiness. Slowly, their arm backs down, and they let themselves mourn the relationship they had. Eventually, they move on, maybe years from now.

Itadori Yuuji, Inumaki Toge, Okkatsu Yuuta

They would be silent and cold, not wanting your last image to be of them breaking down. They would not want to hear from you again, not wanting your future happiness to be rubbed on their faces. Their friends would forever know that the subject of you was forbidden, for they never truly move on.

Gojo Satoru, Kugisaku Nobara

They don’t let you go lol, good luck you’re stuck with them.

Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Toji

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seventeenplug · 1 year

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Music Bank Partners (Heeseung X AFAB Idol) Part 2/2

Pairing: Idol Heeseung X Idol Reader

Warning: A few curse words, other than that only a few touches but all pg13

Summary: You had only one more chance to make your group big before you would be disbanded as the company struggled, so you took a leap of faith and decided, as a leader, to try for the MC role in Music Bank. You had been told a SM idol would be your partner, but that quickly changed, and you were faced with one of the 4th gen IT boys.

Word Count: (1317) + 2160 = 3,530k words

Part 1

"I got this"

"I don't got this" You cried out infuriated.

You had met Heeseung just a few minutes ago in the Hybe's practice room when you were hit with a sudden wave of nervousness, making you apologize profusely before you dashed out of the room, leaving him alone and confused as to what had just happened.

All of this just led to more disasters, as you mistaken hit someone on your way to the bathroom. Another round of apologizing when you lift your head and see none other than the group of the boy who you're supposed to be practicing with.

"Oh? You're Y/N, right?" Jung won questions, eyes looking at you curiously, you open your mouth, quite shocked to reply.

"Is she not?" Ni Ki asks, hand rubbing at his temples as he looks over to the older members.

You snap back to reality, hands waving in the air.

"No, no. You're right. I'm Y/N, sorry" you laugh awkwardly looking at them.

"We heard you were assigned as the new Music Bank MC. Hope it goes well" Sung Hoon commented with a smile. You smile back with a nod.

"I will" you confidently reply.

"Where were you headed? Do you need help around?" Jake asks you, you shake your head laughing a little.

"Just going to the bathroom really quick" you tell them, they all nod back.

"Go on then. We might drop by the practice room later on if you don't mind. We're all a little curious as to what you two will be doing for the introduction stage" Sung Hoon once more speaks up, the members nod agreeing to his words.

"Oh, sure? You should also ask Heeseung though. Uh, I'll be back then" you say, once more rushing off to the bathroom.

And now, here you were. Both hands gripping onto the sink, face dripping with water after you had splashed yourself a few times to catch yourself.

"I got this" you kept repeating to yourself. It was, after all, only a job. And only a song. Nothing too big, so why were you stressing this badly? Well, the song, was... well, you wanted to do a dark concept and chose Ateez' cyberpunk thinking that there would be no way for it to be a sexy dance type of song... how you were wrong.

The producer loved it, and the choreography? It was all you had discarded. From hand grabbing, to him grabbing your neck to make you walk backwards and him dipping you.

Thankfully, your years as a gymnast would come in handy with making the dance look pretty, but you were still very unprepared for the choreography.

"I don't got this" you cried, face lowering to stare at the sink, a sigh leaving your parted lips as you rethink your every choice that could've led to this moment. But despite it all... nothing came to mind.

Was it this or that? Well it was clearly also the fact that your group was failing big time.

"Y/n? Are you in there?" You hear a voice from outside, you freeze, eyes on the door.

"Ah, yes. I'm also out" you rush your words.

"Can I come in?" The voice asks, you bite your lip, trying to figure out who that voice could be but, nevertheless you tell the person to come in, revealing none other than the Lee Heeseung himself.

"Are you okay?" He softly asks, shyly walking in and closing the door behind him.

"Ah, yes. I am. Sorry, must've scared you with how I ran. I just got a little nervous" you awkwardly laugh scratching at your head.

"I understand the feeling" he laughs. "Have you ever been an MC?" He asks wondering.

"No, first time. You?"

"Same"

The conversation quickly runs dry, and you both stare at each other waiting for the other to say anything. Both too shy to make a conversation until you decide to break the ice.

"Are you usually really quiet?" The words escape before you can stop them. You mentally hit yourself, how could you ask him that?!

"Yes, sorry. It might be awkward" he laughs, you join in.

"I'm pretty shy too"

"Should we get back to the practice room?" He asks you, his left hand pointing to the door behind him, you nod. He opens the door, a hand on it before he moves slightly to the side, nudging you with his head to exit first.

You thank him quietly making your way out and silently walking alongside him back to the practice room.

Once inside, the two of you stayed quiet, each in your own space as you watched the choreographer explain the dance, seconds went by fast as you too trained hard to accomplish the choreo that you'd be presenting in just a few days, but the atmosphere was heavy and everyone could feel it.

Hence, why the Choreographer thought it would be a good idea to make a little question session.

The three of you sitting on the floor, your water's besides you with a half-empty bottle in the middle.

"Whoever this lands on, you ask them a question. What they like, hobbies, etc. Nothing too dirty or too specific" he glared at Heeseung. Seemingly used to the boy's boldness when it was time to ask questions.

You spun the bottle, the lid landing on the choreographer, you thought hard, but it was easier to ask the basic question.

"Why did you choose dance as a major?"

"I liked it. Next - Oh, guess you'll be having to play 21 questions alone. I'm getting a call. I'll be back" he shined you a knowing smile, getting up and hurrying out the room leaving you two alone.

"What's your, uh, favorite color?" He asks you.

"Purple" you smiled "And yours?"

"Purple too, and ivory" he smiles back proudly.

"Hmm, what's your least favorite ice cream flavor?" You ask, this, was a very important question. And you can tell everyone's personality by it.

"Let's both say it on the count of three" He suggests, you agree, both of you inching closer.

"1, 2 - "

"Mint Choco!" You both cheer, laughter loud echoing inside the room as you high-five each other.

The questions from there flowed rather easily, and you ended up discovering that you had quite a lot in common.

Unknown to both of you was the existence of a camera capturing these moments which would later be edited and published on YouTube as you first meeting.

The choreographer did come back later on, and now with a much lighter mood you two continued to practice the dance, now greatly more used to each other and more comfortable within each other's presences.

Although it was all fairly new, you two acted professionally, the occasional awkwardness when a certain part of the song hit, and he had to grip onto your neck to push you back, but nonetheless you kept your facade, following the choreo entirely.

Days passed, and now it was the day of the introduction as MC's, you were nervous, to say the least. Nonetheless, you were very excited to not only go on stage and dance but also because you'd be next to someone you now consider a friend within the industry. Your first one.

"How are you feeling? Nervous?" Heeseung asks, sitting next to you on the sofa inside your dressing room.

"Yes... It'll be my first time on stage without my members. I'm a bit scared of the reactions as well..." you confessed. He heard you, a tinge of hurt in his heart as he places his hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

"It'll be fine. If anything goes wrong just look at me, I'll take care of it. Don't concern yourself with those things" He tells you, a smile bright on his face, relieving part of your concerns.

"Y/n, Heeseung, you're up next" A staff member informs you two, knocking at the door. Both of you should back an 'Ok' and get up, leaving the room.

Once behind the curtains you two continue to actively practice for the stage which will happen in just a few minutes.

"1 minute" the staff once more informs, you two nod, preparing your microphone packs and making some last minute adjustments to your hair and outfits. You pull at your skirt as Heeseung touches up on his shirt.

"Ok. Let's go." Heeseung says, tapping your back as he walks into the dark stage.

You set yourself on top of the chair for the opening scene as he sits on the one behind yours.

Dancing as planned to the rhythm of the song you continue to sing your lines just as it gets to the part where Heeseung has to catch you falling as you repeat your last line (San's line before it passes to Yeosang).

Heeseung is quick to caught you and continues with his line, it all continues well, you end up skipping over the rap as you wanted to focus more on the dance parts and pass to the chorus, he dances to your side although a bit behind you.

Through it, his hands end up on your waist before they move to your neck as the line hits "I wanna feel alive"

Most of the song is now passed and everything has been going incredibly well.

All your movements were coordinated, and his moves followed along with yours, both of you proving to be just what the title says, ace's.

As the end reaches towards the end chorus, you repeat the same choreography, but now you're dancing facing one another, ending it with him dipping you as you pretend to be dead in his arms.

The crowd cheers, and you couldn't have been more proud of yourself. He laughs looking at you, you turn to smile at him, hands in the air as he high-fives you once more congratulating you.

"You did it" he smiles proudly.

"We did it" you retort.

You two walk off the stage, smiles lingering in each other's faces as you reach your dressing room, unknown to you, Heeseung had followed you inside, and you had only noticed when you sat on the couch, and he sat next to you.

"You did well, really" he says once more.

"You did too" you laugh.

"And you looked amazing on the stage" He continues to compliment you.

"Really?" You laughed at him, his expression never changing from one of adoration.

"Yes... It made me think like, wow... This is my partner" he confessed, smile stretched onto his flushed cheeks.

"Partner?" You questioned with a raise of an eyebrow.

"Well, for now we're just partners. I'm not going to rush it. I'll give you time to ponder and all" He cockily said turning to watch at the TV in front of the couch, replaying the dance.

"Ponder, huh" You laughed.

"What's there to ponder?" You asked, faking innocence.

"Your feeling's for me. I mean, they're quite obvious, so are mine. But i'll let you think about it" He remarked.

"Hee" You called out softly, he hummed finally turning back to look at you.

You watched his eyes, shining as the light hit them and without a single doubt in you, you kissed him.

It was soft and sweet. Definitely too short for the both of you, as you pulled away rather quickly, too quick for his taste because he placed his hand on your jaw, pulling you closer by it as he kissed you back.

The kiss was soft and tender, no rushing as he turned his own head to deepen the kiss, your hand on his knee as his other moved to place itself on your back.

Out of breath, you pull away, eyes locked on eachother.

"I guess, that's your confirmation?" He asked once he had caught onto his breath.

"You could say that" you joked.

"Have you changed to the MC outfit yet, Y/N?" You hear your manager's voice from outside.

"Shit. Get out, wait no. He's outside. Shit" You cuss, frantically running around, gathering your next outfit to quickly change, whilst also trying to safely send out Heeseung.

"Ask for coffee" He suggests, you cringe.

"I don't like coffee" you say, he looks at you offended.

"Manager, I'm almost done. Can you grab me a cup of tea?" You call out, you hear him agree to it, and soon the halls sound empty.

"It's free. Go, hurry" you say, pushing Heesueng out of your dressing room, mid giggles.

"Wait, wait!" He calls out in distress. You stop in your actions, scared to have hurt him but it all is clear when he smirks coming closer to you.

"What?" You ask him confused. With a smirk, he pecks your lips once more.

"One last kiss" he smiles, you blush, hands back on his shoulders, pushing him out.

"Ok, ok. I'm going" he laughs, finally out your room.

"Wait, what does the kiss mean" you wonder to yourself...

Too late, you have to get ready.

Posted on the 14th November 2022

#fluff #kpop imagine #imagine #kpop #kpop fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen heeseung #enha #enhypen #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #xyou #kpop x you #kpop idols

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thetraumatizedthestral · 2 years

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Harry Potter - Yule Ball

Summary: You think you'll never get a date to the Yule Ball, you're surprised when Hermione suggests something and that changes.

!Warnings!: none?

Tags: xF!Reader, slight fluff.

Word Count: 453

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You sit on the Gryffindor couch, staring into the fire. You twiddle your feet together as you swirl your tongue around the flavored sucker in your mouth. On the floor in front of you, the Golden Trio sit, talking about whatever it is they find so interesting this late at night.

You frown as thoughts pop into your head, the Yule Ball was approaching quickly and you were going to go all alone. It wasn't like guys hadn't asked you out, it's just you didn't want to go with them. You had your mind on one person and one person only.

Your eyes fall over Harry's features, examining the way they sit on his face, the way they move, their color, everything. You sigh loudly, why couldn't he just ask? You sit there for a moment, just staring, zoned out, and daydreaming.

Suddenly, a hand flys past your face, "Y/n!" Hermione calls you out of your trance. Your eyes snap to her, "Sorry! What is it?" She sighs, "I said, do you have something picked out for the Yule Ball yet?" you furrow your brows, did she just read your mind?

You take the sucker out of your mouth, frowning once more, "No," you sigh, trying to hide the disappointment in your tone. "I don't even have anyone to go with yet," you pause looking at the floor before meeting Harry's eyes, "Who are you guys going with, by the way?"

They all fall silent, "No one, yet." Ron says. You raise a brow, "I could always go with Romilda Vane," Harry laughs, looking to Hermione. She glares at him. You try to ignore the jealousy swimming in your stomach and look down. You don't notice Hermione squinting at you until you look back up meeting her eyes briefly.

"Why don't you two just go together? Y/n's a way better option." Hermione suggests. You immediately feel heat rush to your cheeks. "No, Mione, Harry wouldn't want to do that." There's no way Harry would ever want to go with you. If he did, he would've asked you already.

Harry looks to you with furrowed brows, "That's not true.." he says almost in a whisper, visibly flustered. Your eyes widen, "What do you mean?"

He pulls his knees closer to his chest, "I-, would go with you, why, why wouldn't I?" He scratches the back of his head. You smile wide, "Really? You better not be joking, Harry-"

He smiles at you, "I'm not! I'm not! I promise!"

"Promise?" You bit your lip trying to contain the giddy smile sitting on your face. "Will you? You don't have to-"

"Harry! Yes! Is it not obvious?" you interrupt him, feeling the swirling of butterflies in your stomach.

#harry james potter #hp #xreader #xyou #slight fluff

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cabinofimagines · 10 months

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Happy (birth)day

This is my first writing since I wrote my school deadlines and I hope it doesn't suck entirely. Also!! Happy Birthday Danny (and Jason Grace of course!) Specific request I allowed is also by Danny :) Pairing: Platonic Jason, Piper, and more! Romantic Leo Valdez x reader :) Request: Can I request camp shenanigans where Jason and reader have their birthdays on the same week (like me and Jason!) So Piper and Leo throw us a surprise party in the bunker? Obvsly Leo and reader are dating 🥺 but you can choose whether Piper is just there for platonic support to her besties or of it's still Jasper era Warnings: none! Word count: 2.2k -Asja

You were suspicious already when, as you had breakfast, Leo did not greet you excitedly. Even worse, you did not see your boyfriend at the Hephaestus table at all. He wouldn’t have forgotten about your and Jason’s birthday’s, right? Leo must be planning something, and as you didn’t manage to spot Piper, who arrived at camp a few days ago, you figured they must have made a plan together. Your suspicions were correct, as when you met with Jason to ask him if he had any ideas, you both were approached by Harley.

“Big bro Leo told me to deliver this,” he handed you a small device, saluted, and ran off. “Thanks…?” you said, looking at his disappearing figure. Jason carefully took the device off your hands. “He must be planning something,” Jason examined the device closely, “I’m guessing with Piper as she wasn’t at breakfast either,” he sighed, “I just hope they didn’t entirely skip breakfast.” “I am sure they had something to eat, Leo loves food after all.” You noticed something on the device and quickly grabbed it, “Is this a button…?” you pressed it, and almost dropped the device as a small, hologram Leo came out.

“Sure hope the timer works on this thing, right Pipes?” Leo laughed, before stepping away and holding his hands behind his back, as if they were bound together. Off camera you could hear Piper laugh. “Would be awkward if it didn’t,” her voice sounded, “otherwise the whole ruse might fall through. 3.. 2.. 1.. go!”

“Ah! I’ve been captured!” Leo looked around frantically, “I’m not sure where I am but I sure hope this lil thing will get out-” he coughed as he cowered, “Please, whoever finds this- I need help-” Leo pretended to think and shook his head, “All I remember is this name- Nona and something about a vault?” he looked straight into the camera, “please find me, and bring all your friends! I can’t die on my lover’s and my best friend's birthdays. It would ruin their lives! Please-” A loud rumble sounded from somewhere behind the camera, and Leo looked up before loudly exclaiming “FUCK” as the hologram stopped.

“Nona?” you asked and Jason laughed. “It’s a Latin prefix for nine, he’s in Bunker 9,” he explained. “Leo’s a nerd,” you said affectionately, “Well, let’s round up all our friends before Leo fakes his death again.”

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Unsurprisingly, all your friends were really easy to find. As in, most of them were already talking, not suspiciously at all, in a circle, right outside the dining hall. Even more not suspicious behavior was when Jason and you approached them Percy very loudly went, “Hey guys! I sure hope Leo is okay, ah-” Annabeth elbowed him. “Happy birthdays!” she smiled, “Anything fun planned?”

“Funny that you mention Leo, Percy,” you sighed, pretending to be worried “seems like he’s in a bit of a pickle right now.” “(Y/n), we both know he’s come out of worse situations,” Jason said next to you, and he put a hand on your shoulder, “The things he said was so cryptic, I think it’s for the best if we just let him figure it out on his own.”

“Oh?” Nico feigned interest, “I love cryptic hints, what are they?” You could see Will hide a smile as he looked at his lover.

“Something about a Nona-” you gasped, “Wait, Jason! Do you think it’s an ex?” Jason huffed, to conceal his laugh. “Maybe, or it’s Latin for nine, but Leo doesn’t know much Latin so that’s unlikely.” Jason sighed, “I’m sorry (Y/n), I guess we’ll have to travel around the U.S. to find Leo.”

“Perhaps a monster is forcing him to learn Latin,” you looked at Jason, “and we both know how that changes people,” “What do you mean, ‘how Latin changes people’?” Jason hit your arm. “They get all serious, Jason,” you gave him a look of pity, “and for Leo that might be deadly.”

Jason gave your statement a moment of thought before nodding sadly. “Who wants to hold a funeral?” he asked, “That way from this year on we can celebrate three things on this day.”

“How about we hold the funeral in Bunker 9?” Annabeth suggested, “It’s a place he loved most.” Before you could react, Nico started walking away. “I’m getting a coffin, be right back.”

“Where will he get a coffin from?” Percy muttered and Will smiled. “He still has some left over from refurbishing cabin 13.”

“Why?” Percy whispered, not expecting an answer.

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As your little progression moved closer to Bunker 9, you had trouble keeping it all together. Nico had six skeletons carry an empty coffin up front. Meg and Grover caught up to you with a bunch of flowers, all potted, which each person carried one of. Except for Jason, who was carrying a torch to light the pyre with that was yet to be built.

The entire Hephaustus cabin was following you, holding up their banner, and Harley excitedly kept running around. Of course, you were certain everyone was aware that this was all a joke, especially when Chiron stopped you to ask what was happening and you simply went; “Oh, Leo got killed by Latin,”

Chiron was confused, but did not ask further questions about the funeral progression. In the end, it made sense as Leo probably got permission to do something in Bunker 9. As you approached the bunker, you noticed that the door was opened, and as the skeletons with the coffin entered first you only heard a muffled “SUPRISE!” from inside. As you entered, most of the progression gave up the pretense, but Jason and you had a goal. So, fully ignoring Leo, Piper, and all the other people that were in the bunker, you both stepped onto the nearest empty table. You noticed Leo standing on the front row, but quickly looked away.

“Today,” Jason’s voice boomed over the crowd, which was being rowdy, “we lost our dear friend Leonidas Valdez,” The crowd was silent except-

“HEY! I am not dead!” Leo’s said loudly. “Sometimes-” you sniffed, “I can still hear his voice. Gone too soon, rest in peace my love.”

“What the fuck happened-” Leo exclaimed.

“If I understand correctly,” Everyone suddenly looked at the entrance, seeing Chiron standing there, “You became Latin, a dead language.” Chiron’s scrutinizing gaze went over the party, “But as you seem rather alive, I think instead you shall be having stable duty for the next month, starting tomorrow, as you did not request to hold a party.”

“Aw man,” Leo sighed, “Can we at least hold it now?” he looked with a hopeful gaze to Chiron who sighed. “As long as I do not perceive anything more to do with this activity. Happy Birthday (Y/n), Jason,” and he galloped away.

Jason and you burst out laughing, as Leo pouted at you two. After you calmed down, you slowly made your way off the table.

“Your timer didn’t work,” you said as you softly gave your boyfriend his device, and a kiss on the cheek. He fidgeted with the device for a little bit before he sighed. “So you made it more dramatic?” he asked, after which he sighed, “I love you. Happy Birthday, my love.” he smiled, “Oh, and (Y/n) of course-”

“Hey!” you gasped and Jason laughed. “Love you too, Leo.” he said as he put his hand on Leo’s head, petting him “Pisada Carinosa” he muttered.

“That’s it I am finding Nona and dating her-” you turned around, only to be met with Piper. “You could date me if you’re done with Leo.” she smiled and you grinned, before hugging her. “I just might,” you joked as you let her go. Leo quickly grabbed your hand, and pulled you towards him and pressed a kiss on your lips. “Nuhuh- you are not getting rid of me that easily corazoncito,”

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After a while, Piper said it was time for the main activity of the day. She led everyone into a “room” that was hidden behind curtains. As you walked in, you saw a gigantic screen and piles of pillows on the floor.

She instructed everyone to sit down, as Leo and her handed out buckets of popcorn and other snacks. You sat next to Jason, who was holding a letter.

“What’s that?” you asked, and Jason looked up. “Thalia couldn’t make it to camp, but she left a letter.” He showed you a picture of her and Reyna, standing at the Grand Canyon, “it’s weird how that’s where it started,” he smiled sadly, “how far we’ve all come since meeting each other.” “Hug?” you asked and he nodded.

Engulfed in your presence, Jason began to relax. Certainly, losing his memories was hard and he often doubted whether he deserved Leo and Piper as friends, or if they even wanted to be his friend. But nowadays, he couldn’t be more certain that what he had was his. You, Leo, Piper, Frank, Hazel, Reyna, Bobby, his sister Thalia. All these friendly faces, that mean so much to him. He thanked the gods for his spot in both camps, and for allowing him to be happy and alive. As he let you go again, he had to blink away his tears.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and he leaned back against the pillows. Shortly after, the big screen started playing. Before the movie even got to its proper beginning, Leo squeezed himself between you and Jason, leaning mostly on Jason. Piper sat on your other side, and cuddled up on your shoulder, as you leaned a bit against Leo.

The Barbie opening sequence started playing, to great delight of the people in the room.

“How?” you whispered, “This movie has barely been out for a week-” “My dad pulled some strings,” Piper smiled, “got us a private release.” “That’s awesome.” you grabbed her hand, and looked her in the eye, “Piper I love you-” she laughed. “Anything for my friends.”

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After the movie was done, Leo asked the real question.

“So who are the Barbie and Ken of Camp Half-Blood?” Out of nowhere he got out prisoner signs, one with Barbie on it and one with Ken on it.

“Jason is Ken, right?” Piper stated, “I mean look at him, it’s like he’s made for the ‘beach’ job description-” unanimous sounds of agreement came from the crowd, and Leo gave Jason the Ken sign.

“I fully agree.” Leo said, before he got interrupted by the laughter of Nico.

“Sorry-” the son of Hades wheezed, “Will’s pouty because he thinks Piper used charmspeak to convince people Jason is Ken-” Nico grinned as his boyfriend tried to forcefully shut him up by smothering him.

“Barbie is a doctor though,” you grinned, “I think Will makes a perfect Barbie.”

“Oh! I was going to suggest our local Barbie, Pip-” before Leo could finish the sentence Piper harshly stepped on his toe, before ripping the Barbie sign out of his hands.

“And our local Barbie!” she grinned evily, “Will Solace!” she handed the son of Apollo his sign, and he hesitantly accepted it, and he stood up.

“Well, as I am Barbie I guess I will go to my Ken now. I hate you for this Di Angelo,” Will walked towards Jason, and sat down next to him, slightly awkwardly. As you looked at Nico, you saw that the smile of sheer delight had not yet left his face, “Love you too, Barbie.” he called from across the room, eliciting some laughter from the audience.

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As the party was slowly calming down, you had a moment of calm with your friends. Leo was softly holding you from behind, as you were conversing with Piper and Jason.

“Thanks for organizing this guys,” you said looking at Piper and Leo.

“It’s nothing,” Piper smiled, “I’m happy we got this many people here in the end.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome! Too bad I have stable duty now though.” Leo looked sulky. “I might try to talk him out of it,” Piper said, “After all, your birthday is in like two days too.”

“That’s true, hey Jason,” you turned your gaze to the son of Jupiter. “Yes?” he returned your gaze. “Wanna fake our deaths for Leo’s birthday party.” “Of course,” Jason grinned.

“Please don’t” Leo pleaded. “I’ll help!” Piper smiled. After a second of silence, everyone broke out in laughter.

It was indeed a happy (birth)day.

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ericshoney · 6 months

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Secret obsession~ Ji Changmin

Warnings: swearing, yandere!changmin, dark!changmin, obsession, control, killing, blood.

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You had just arrived at your brother's apartment in tears. Your now ex boyfriend had cheated on you multiple times and as you went over to surprise him, he was in bed. Not with one girl, but two! The first thing your brain told you to do, was head to your older brother Chanhee's apartment. You couldn't care if he was busy, you needed your brother.

Knocking on the door and ringing the bell, you tried to stop the tears, but it was too much. As you went to knock again, the door swung open quickly. You froze seeing Ji Changmin, your brother's roommate and best friend, shirtless and a tired expression on his face.

"S-Sorry...is Chanhee home?" You asked softly.

"He's at work. Got the late shift." Changmin answered, while rubbing his eyes.

"Oh...I-I'll leave then." You responded.

As you was about to leave, Changmin grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. You looked back at him, his dark brown eyes staring into yours.

"I'm awake and free to talk if you want." He offered.

"I don't want to overstep..." You mumbled.

"Your not. Come on." He said, or more like demanded, as he pulled you inside the warm apartment.

You sat on the sofa next to the older boy. His gaze on you the whole time. Quiet as he sat there,

"Take your time." He said.

You took a few minutes before spilling into the whole story of your now ex cheating on you. Your teary eyes, curled up fists and hurt expression really got to Changmin as you poured your heart out. Changmin always had a soft spot for you, sometimes even dreaming of you, and not the cleanest of dreams either. But now that you was hurt and heartbroken, he had to do something about it.

"I'm sorry that happened pretty girl. Please don't cry anymore." He said sweetly, wiping your tears away.

You felt your heart beating, being this close to your brother's friend. You always thought Changmin was hot, but never really thought about him any other way, since you was dating.

"How about I head out and grab us a pizza. You love pizza and the place is close by." He offered.

"A-Are you sure?" You stuttered.

Changmin smiled and placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing the remaining tears away and nodding.

"Of course, anything for the prettiest Choi." He answered.

You blushed at the sweet male. He kissed your head, letting you relax. But if you knew his real intentions, his real plan, you would run far away.

Changmin left the apartment, heading over to your ex's apartment. He knew where he lived since he picked you up once after a drunk night. Changmin ran up to his apartment door, kicking it it. He saw your ex sat on the sofa in the living room. A beer in his hand.

"What the fuck!" He shouted, jumping from his seat.

Changmin chuckled and pulled out a knife, one he managed to sneak past you, before walking up to your ex.

"You hurt my favourite girl. So I'm going to return the favour." Changmin said darkly. A wicked smirk on his face.

Your ex didn't stand a chance. He tried to run, but Changmin was quicker. He pined him down, slashing his body in many places. Changmin was clever, more clever than anyone realised. The man had just committed murder, but he would make it look self inflicted.

Changmin left the hurt man, letting him bleed out, the knife buried in his chest, and headed down to the pizza place. He was served quickly before coming back to the apartment. He entered to see you curled up in the same place.

"Hi pretty one, I got pizza." He said softly. His tone and whole body changed to a much softer version.

You smiled at him as he came and sat next to you. Both of you quietly eating. You then noticed a red splatter on his t-shirt.

"What's that?" You asked, pointing to the stain.

"Oh, just a bit of sauce." He lied with ease. You nodded, believing the man.

After eating you started feeling sleepy. You went to lay down, when Changmin pulled you onto his lap. He kissed your cheek sweetly.

"Sleep here, I'm here to keep you safe." He whispered softly.

You nodded again, just being too tired to fight. You laid your head on his shoulder, his strong hands holding you on his lap.

"I'll keep you safe forever princess. I promise nobody will hurt you again. If they do, I'll kill them." He said, kissing your forehead.

#kpop #kpop oneshot #kpop fanfic #oneshot #theboyz #the boyz oneshot #theboyzq #the boyz changmin #theboyzfanfic #xyou #xreader #yandere #yandere oneshot #yandere au #changmin yandere #blood #killing #ex boyfriend

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ashestoroses018 · 10 days

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Things Can Only Get Better Part 2

Originally posted in 2017.

It is late October, 1985, when your car breaks down near your old friend's house on a freezing, rainy night. What you thought would be an uneventful and awkward night with someone you've barely spoken to in over four years has, quite literally, turned your life Upside Down.

Steve Harrington/reader, one-sided Dustin/reader

18+

You're not entirely certain how it happened, but the next morning, you wake up in Steve Harrington's arms. At the moment, you're utterly frozen, not sure how to proceed. Do you wake him up? Do you go back to sleep? Do you try to wiggle out of his rather...enthusiastic grip?

It turns out you don't have the freedom to choose, as he suddenly groans, his breathing pattern changing. If you thought you were frozen before, you become something even more rigid, when he plants a sweet kiss on the back of your neck.

“G'morning, sweetie,” he says groggily. Does he think you're Nancy? You certainly hope not – they broke up over a year ago. At the same time, he's moving more than a little fast, if he's already calling you cutsie nicknames less than 24 hours after reconnecting.

“Uh, Steve? It's F/N, not whoever you thought,” you say quietly. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Your words obviously shock him, as he yanks his arm away with fierce apologies. You just avoid his eyes and smile a strained, awkward grimace-type-thing. “Steve, do you remember if we tossed my clothes in the dryer last night?”

He shakes his head. “I don't think they made it, with how hectic everything was. I, uh, didn't want to be in the bathroom longer than necessary. Seemed rude.”

“Well, shit. Thanks for not staying in there, but fuck. Do you have any clothes I can borrow?”

He licks his lips, meeting your eyes after a second. Heat shoots to your groin as you realize he is thinking things that are probably not entirely appropriate – things you happen to be thinking, as well, if you're being honest with yourself.

“Yeah, I do,” he says, after a moment, his voice rougher than you've ever heard it. “Just take whatever out of my closet. It's all bigger than you, though.”

Bracing yourself for the cold, you follow his directions, before going to leave the bedroom. Before you can head to his bathroom to change, there's a fierce pounding on the door, followed by Dustin's voice.

“Steve, where's F/N? I think Max needs help.”

Shit , you think. There's no way in hell you're letting those kids know that you slept in the same room as Steve effing Harrington. Your eyes meet the male's, and you shake your head furiously, hoping that he understands that you being here is a secret.

After a moment, he clears his throat, though it still sounds a bit rough from sleep when he speaks. “Hey, Dustin. You check the bathroom?”

“Uh...no, no I didn't. We all kind of just assumed that you two would stay together, 'cause, you know, she was here last night and all.”

“Well she's not. Go see if she's in the bathroom or in the basement. Laundry room's down there.”

“Uh, okay. Thanks, Steve.”

“Yeah.”

When Dustin's footsteps fade, you sigh with slight relief, until it hits you that you're going to have to change here or spend all morning sneaking around. “Um...can you turn around, Steve? I'm just gonna change in here and sneak out.”

“I'll do you one better, F/N. I'll just go ahead and go out. Just change quickly.”

You nod in agreement, trying not to stare at Steve as he stretches, revealing his abs. Good grief, how long has it been since you were last with a guy? It can't have been so long that you're drooling over Steve Harrington, aka the guy who is perpetually out of your reach, can it?

Last night, things had been too hectic for you to really notice, but Steve's clothes smell really nice. Shit, F/N. Snap out of it, you think to yourself, annoyed. Max apparently needs you, and it's far more important to focus on taking care of a young girl, who has a potentially life-threatening injury, than it is to dwell on feelings that you thought had gone away a long time ago.

Several minutes after Steve left, you sneak out of his room, wearing jeans, which are far too large and held up with a belt, and a blue polo. Luckily for you, it seems like nobody notices you leave his room, and you go to the living room.

“Hey, I heard my name being called,” you say nonchalantly. “What's up?”

“Max bled through her bandages. What do we do?” asks Lucas.

“Shit, are you serious? Let me see.” You walk up to Max, who is gingerly holding her arm out to you, a grimace on her face.

You thought you had done her stitches thoroughly – after all, you'd done 15, total. Even so, you take her arm in your hand and cautiously turn it over in your hands.

“So what's the verdict, Doc?” Steve asks in a faux-joking voice, the concern he is feeling over the girl more than obvious in his voice.

“I don't know yet. Max, did you scratch it at all? I don't want to take the bandage off unless necessary.”

“I don't think so, but I guess I might have in my sleep.”

You bite your lip, thinking. What was it your dad always said? Oh, right. Spotting and bleeding is normal, as long as it doesn't last. The bleeding doesn't look too bad – she only bled through in a couple of spots, so it shouldn't be anything to worry about.

“When'd you notice the blood, Max?”

“I dunno, maybe, like, uh...fifteen minutes ago?”

“Hmm. I'm gonna have you apply pressure for a bit, okay? First, let's change the gauze, just to be careful, yeah?”

She nods, so you guide her back to the kitchen, before grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink. “For future reference, don't worry too much about little spots. It's big spots you have to worry about, and if the spot gets bigger, put pressure on it. With a wound this big, it's totally normal to have spotting, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks a bunch, F/N.” She smiles at you, gratefully.

“So you're one of the new kids in town, right?”

She nods. “Yeah. You might know my stepbrother, Billy Hargrove. I'm Max Mayfield, by the way. Dad's last name.”

“That dick is your stepbrother? I'm sorry.”

She shrugs, before you shoot a glare at her. “Sorry. But anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm used to it, really. He's an asshole, but the guys and El make things bearable.”

“That's good. Where you from originally?”

“California. It's way different from here.”

“You miss it?”

“Nah, not really. I miss my dad, but I like it here a lot.”

“Even with the weird shit?”

She chuckles. “Especially with the weird shit.”

You snicker in response to her sarcasm. “Well, I'm all done wrapping you up. Pressure for twenty minutes, just in case, okay? Then I want to take another look at it.”

She winces. “But what will I tell my parents?”

You bite your lip. “I was second in the graduating class last year. Tell them I was tutoring you, and you forgot to let them know.”

“Holy shit, you're smart.”

“Not really. I just memorize shit well. Come on, let's go back to where everyone else is.”

Twenty minutes later, you give Max the all-clear. “Now that it's daylight, I should probably go try to fix my car, or at least call a tow truck.”

Steve grabs your wrist before you can leave. “Probably best to call a tow truck. You're absolute shit with mechanical stuff.”

“How do you know, Harrington?”

“You always were. Plus, isn't that the reason you didn't get top of class? You got, like, a C, or whatever, in Shop.”

“I'm not sure whether to be flattered, Harrington. You're right, though. Guess I'll call a tow truck. I'll ride back with the driver, though. My parents expect me home, and I'm not sure I can get my friend to cover for me again.”

“Wish you could stay to at least help explain shit to Hopper and Mrs. Byers.”

“Eh, you guys can catch me up later,” you say, fully expecting to never actually get the full story out of these people.

You were wrong.

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sorrowwritesstuff · 2 years

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Missed You

Summary: When you finally find some peace after the breakup of the Eternals, you’re dragged into a situation where all your friends get back together. But, the one you’re the least happy to see is Druig, you have some unwanted feelings still directed towards him.

!Warnings!: none?

Pairing: Druig x Reader.

Tags: slight angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1.2k

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite my work ,or claim it as your own*

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Walking down the streets of London, you feel the breeze drift through your hair. You sigh, “Finally, some peace.” you mutter. You stop walking, and close your eyes, just taking the time to enjoy yourself even with the chilled air freezing your skin. You jump, awakened out of your tranquility by a loud sound. You pull your hood over your head, and pull your mask up, you open your bag and pull out a knife, just in case. You run around the corner, and toss your bag to the side.

Your eyes widen as you see, a Deviant? You see Ikaris using his power to fight the monster, as well as the others. “Crap.” You whisper. You don’t want to see the others. After what happened with Druig, you just kind of… broke. You didn’t want to do anything besides sit in your bed and stare, think, breathe. Afterall, what else was there to do? Your friends, your family; they left you.

Eventually though, you realized that you could still help people in secret, whether that was through using your powers or just your physical capabilities. And, that’s what kept you going.

The thoughts of Druig never left your mind though. You constantly tell yourself you’re over it, you don’t like him anymore, and you don’t care about the others either, but then Druig’s image, the memories you had, they will never leave. Why can’t you get over it? He caused this. You should be beyond angry.

You help with fighting the Deviant, and as it swims away, you put your head down and begin to walk past the three, you just wanted to get home. “Hey!” Sersi grabs your shoulder, “You really shouldn’t be walking around with that thing on the loose.” Did they really not notice you using your power? You stare for a moment, staring into her eyes. You nod and try to walk away, but she grabs your arm again, “Do I know you?” she stares closely at your eyes. “Y/n?”

You stare blankly at her, feeling uncertain. Should you tell her? Should you run? You shake your head and walk swiftly away.

You lean your head against the wall when you arrive home. You take your hood and mask off and breathe. Why do you feel guilty? You plop onto your couch, and lay down. You groan and run your hands through your hair. You reach down into your bag to grab your water bottle- wait, where’s your bag? You sit up quickly and look around frantically.

“No, no, no, no…” you mumble, you couldn’t have left your bag, oh God, you left your bag! They’ll know, they’ll know it’s you. You go back to your couch and throw yourself down face first. “The world’s against me…” you think.

About fifteen minutes later, right as you were hoping they didn’t notice, the door sounds a knock. No point in putting your mask on, since you left your bag open, with your id right there! You swing the door open aggressively, and as to no surprise, you see them. “Y/n!” Sersi smiles.

“Wow, big surprise. I bet it was hard to find me, huh?” You can’t help but smirk. Sersi laughs, and then it goes quiet, and very quickly becomes awkward. “So… you wanna come inside, or?” you ask, pointing your thumb inside your place.

They look between each other, Ikaris starts, “Look, Y/n, we need you to come with us. As you saw–”

“Ah, ah. I’m not getting back into that mess.” you cross your arms. “Please, Y/n, we need you.” Sersi pleads. You sigh, “Fine, I’ll go.”

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“Alright, now just… Makkari, and Druig.” Sersi says. “So we’ll go to Druig first.”

“I’m not going.” You speak up immediately. “Come on, Y/n! Don’t be a drag because Druig left you.” Sprite crosses her legs. “You can’t pretend like you’re not even a little excited to see him.”

“I don’t like him like that anymore, and he probably feels the same.” You bounce your leg nervously. You hear a “mmm-hmmm,” or a “sure.” from almost everyone. You scoff and roll your eyes.

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After you got there and you were practically dragged out by Sprite. You started to approach the camp. You were annoyed by all the bugs around you, and the constant teasing from your friends. But, you finally arrived.

You watch as Sprite speaks to a man, his eyes then glow gold, “Hello Sprite,” You sigh, he’s really got this whole village under control?

Druig comes from two doors, as he steps down, he seems to glance over everyone. He puts his arms behind his back, “I’ve missed all of you,” finally, his eyes land to you. He takes his time looking you over, scanning your form up and down. You shift your weight, trying desperately to push back the heat forming in your cheeks. “Please, make yourselves at home.” He looks back at your face with a smirk.

As you all step in the church-like building, you realize you’re last in line. As you walk through the door frame, “Miss me?” you turn to Druig who is smirking once again. Even though you’re visibly flustered, cheeks blushed brightly, you look at him with confusion, why is he acting like nothing changed, like he didn’t leave? Does he still like you? How is he making you feel this way? You squint at him and continue into the building, feeling anger, hurt, but you also can't get rid of the butterflies.

You lean against the wall by the door, staring straight ahead as Ikaris talks to Druig. You zone out over the arguing. After he’s done with Ikaris, you start to pay attention again. And when he runs out the door, everyone looks at you. You roll your eyes, “Ah! Screw you guys.” you open the door and chase him.

When you find him, he’s leaning against a tree. His eyes meet with yours. He looks down, before walking up to you. You feel your breathing increase, but you ignore it. “Druig.”

“So they sent you? Guess they truly do know how to convince me.” He rubs the ends of your hair, “What?”

“You’re my ‘weakness’, if you’d call it that.” You roll your eyes, “C’mon, Druig, stop with the smooth talk, I hate it.” He smirks, “Then why are you blushing?”

You ignore him, “Bastard.” you mumble. He laughs, “you know I’ve missed that,” You raise a brow, “Your insults.” you smile softly at him, “that too, lovely smile.”

You smile again, this time wider, before your face falls, and you tilt your head down, “Druig, there’s no words to describe how much I’ve missed you, it’s been hell.”

He lifts your chin to look at him, “I wish it didn’t end that way,”

Silence falls over you two, you stare into each other's eyes, the moment’s heavy.

You let go, “Druig, please, we need you to come.” as you start to walk away, Druig pulls you back and into a kiss.

You kiss back.

He pulls away, it was a short but loving kiss. “My weakness.” He looks at you.

Suddenly you hear something from the village, something unpleasant.

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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Please Be All Mine - LN

Summary: Y/n and Lando have been friends for years, her and Max often fight for who has the "best friend" position. But when y/n goes out on a date with another driver. Lando finds his feelings are stung and he has his reasons for her not dating George

Oblivious-bestie!reader to lovers

Side pairing: Reader x George Russell

Warnings: Very mild smut, it's quick and kind of sloppy (unprotected, but fr wrap it before you tap it)

When Lando invited y/n to join him for the Bahrain testing, he didn't expect her to end up talking more to George than she does to Lando. Though maybe he should've since se'd mentioned her and George actually texting through the Winter break and she seemed especially interested in whether Mercedes was actually going to give their drivers a decent car.

"Hey, I was wondering where you'd got to." Lando smiles while she grins at him, practically beaming. "What are you so excited about?"

"I have a date tonight." Y/n bounces, biting her bottom lip in excitement. "George asked me out."

"I thought we had plans." Lando murmurs making her soften a little.

"Yeah, but our plans after till late. I'll go out on my date with George and then come back and we can get room service and binge watch whatever you want." Y/n smiles while Lando looks at her for a moment. "What? You're pulling a face about it. What's this face about?"

"Nothing, just didn't take you as someone who would go for George." Lando shrugs earning a small frown. "Nothing wrong with George, I just didn't think he was really your type."

"Ok, well I don't really have a specific type." Y/n laughs a little then shrugging. "Don't get jealous just because I might actually have a shot are being in a relationship and it would mean that you are the only one of you, Max and I who is single."

"As if I'd be jealous over you and George. I wish him the best of luck, you're a nightmare."

"Wow. I'll remember that." Y/n laughs jokingly before she sticks her tongue out at him which earns an eye roll with an attempt at a hidden smile but she catches sight of it. "I know you're smiling, you can never stay mad at me."

"I'm smiling because I'm trying to remember before you reappeared and it was peaceful." Lando scoffs while she smiles and nudges him.

The tension is broken but Lando can't shake the ugly feeling sitting in his chest. Why does he care so much that y/n is going on a date? Maybe it's just because she hasn't been on a date in so long. The entire idea of her going on a date with someone is just unfamiliar.

Yeah. That must be it.

Y/n actually ends up sticking with Lando for the next couple hours before heading off with a tight hug that Lando seems to not want to release her from. Keeping his arms around her as he talks to Will and Jon about something to do with the car.

"Hey, release. I have to go." Y/n laughs squirming in Lando's arms.

Lando pauses looking at her before finally letting her go.

"Bye guys. Lan, I'll see you later." Y/n smiles then rushing off.

Y/n made a post of her outfit and Lando actually felt his face flush in anger over seeing that she dressed up and look that stunning all for George.

George.

Arsehole.

"Lando...Norris!" Y/n exclaims as she walks into the hotel suite.

She appears looking fairly clean and not like she may have just had a heavy goodbye kiss or hooked up in the car ride home.

"Hey, curly." Y/n smiles as she locates him where he's set up for the movie night. "you look cosy?"

"You look...like you didn't have sex on the first date." Lando smirks earning an eye roll. "What? It's been a while, hasn't it? I figured you'd pounce."

"Are you just trying to be a dick?" Y/n groans before she sighs and turns her head to look at him. "Don't let it go to your head when I say this. But he's not my type."

"Ahahaha! I knew it! What was it?"

"He's just...too nice. Although maybe I need to improve on that? Liking dickheads is why I'm still single." Y/n laughs then moving to look at Lando with a pout. "Am I a bad person?"

"For not liking a guy because they're too nice?" Lando smirks then pausing. "So am I too nice?"

"Lando, you are the furthest thing from too nice. You're an arsehole." Y/n laughs not picking up on the hints. "No, you're nice. I mean you're nicer to me than you are to Max."

"I'm not that nice to you."

"Oh so you're holding out on me, you could be nicer. You just don't want to be." Y/n jokes before she looks at him for a moment then shifting over to hug him. "I'm just kidding. You know I love you."

"You love me, because I'm not too nice. See, George should take a page from my book." Lando smirks while she hums. "You look really beautiful."

Y/n face flushes, body hot in a matter of seconds. George had complimented her outfit and appearance, several times actually but there's something about Lando saying it.

"Yeah?" Y/n murmurs making him look at her.

"Yeah, of course. Anyway, I'm glad you're not going to be sticking with George. McLaren is better than Mercedes anyway."

Y/n laughs since they both know that people are expecting a Mercedes comeback to knock Red Bull off it's dominance.

"Do you have anything I can borrow to wear?" Y/n hums sitting up, beginning to through her styled hair up in a bun. "As much effort as I put into this outfit looking good. Your clothes are so much more comfortable."

Lando nods standing up and moving to grab clothes that he only just realised her never wears anymore, but he essentially brought knowing at some point y/n would want to borrow clothes.

"You're the bestest." Y/n grins then jumping up and moving towards him, turning around. "Can you get the zipper? I don't feel like dislocating my shoulder, it was hard enough getting it on."

Now y/n has been completely naked around Lando millions of times before. He'd also admit that he's maybe never stopped himself from admiring her body. Y/n is gorgeous as a person, he's always believed that. But not there's something about it that is different to the last time.

"I do think it's time for me to start actually thinking about getting into a relationship. I'm bored of being single." Y/n states as she picks up the top.

"But not bored enough that you'll settle for George." Lando smirks earning a middle finger before she tosses the shorts away. Not uncommon for her to choose being half naked. "His loss."

Y/n grins at Lando then moving to hug him.

"Mmm...when the day comes you choose not to be single. That woman is going to be very lucky." Y/n sighs then going to move back only to find herself stuck in Lando's arms still tightly around her. "Want to get the movie night started?"

"Yeah, lets go." Lando nods before carrying her to the sofa, keeping y/n on top of himself. "Comfy?"

"Always." Y/n smiles before she reaches up over him for the room phone and menu. "What are we ordering?"

Now this is not the first time that y/n has been essentially been straddling Lando, and it's not really the first time he's had to restrain himself. But he just assumed that sexual attraction was the explanation in the past but it's taking all but holding his breath in hopes she doesn't feel where his blood is rushing to.

It'd deffo not be the first time she's got him hard. Only this time she's directly on top of him.

"Oh my gosh. Lando." Y/n gasps making his body turn rigid. "I'm getting the meat feast pizza, on the condition you don't fat shame me like you did last time."

"I did not fat shame you! You tried to bite me when I stole a crust and I said yikes." Lando laughs making her hum still looking at the menu. "Meat feast pizza sounds nice. You enjoy."

"And you can get the I don't know...what do you want?" Y/n questions turning the menu around to him along with holding the phone to him. "Can you order?"

"Yeah, I got it." Lando hums knowing that y/n hates having to call anyone even if it was life and death she'd probably try and find someone else to call emergency services before allowing herself to be the saviour.

So after Lando has order himself a chicken katsu and y/n her pizza, she finally notices the bulge under her.

Remain calm. He's a man and you're hardly innocent of being turned on right now.

She does thank god at the fact that her own problem is disguised by the layers between them.

"They said it should be about an hour."

"So we got an hour to kill." Y/n mumbles then shifting a little and as she such in a breath from the shift of pressure, it's fairly obvious that she's just given away her awareness of Lando's dick and just how hard it is.

Both of them pause, unsure of what the hell they're supposed to do from here. More importantly which one is going to break the silence.

Now usually y/n would ramble something awkwardly if she's ever in a position that she wants to get out of.

"Fuck it." Lando breathes, a hand going up to cup her face while the other goes to her waist, pulling her towards himself and directly into a kiss that she wouldn't dare to fight about.

The kiss is rushed and a little sloppy but y/n feels addicted already while Lando feels like he just felt something click into the right place. As if he's about to do something that can't be undone and he doesn't want it to be undone.

There's an urge in him, to make this count as something. To make y/n realise that if she were to ever pursue someone else then all she could do is compare them to him.

"Don't stop." Y/n whimpers when he breaks the kiss purely to sit up and moves so she's underneath him.

"I've waited too long to get this chance. I'm not wasting it, baby." Lando states with such a level of lust in his voice that y/n's thighs tighten attempting to ease some pressure but Lando is well and truly blocking her from that. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

Y/n has never been this desperate for dick in her life.

"No. No. I need you inside me right now, Lan." Y/n rambles practically panting when she notices he's planning on going down on her. "I'm on the pill. Please, just..."

Lando actually thinks y/n might be delirious with craving. But Lando fully intends to give her what she wants and if skipping foreplay is part of that, it's a sacrifice he'll take on this one occasion. But next time, and he's certain there will be a next time, he won't be skimping out on anything.

Plus he's certain he can navigate making getting straight into her just as memorably pleasurable.

He can't act fast enough to push her underwear aside, the damp material reassuring him that her eagerness for him to get inside of her isn't actually going to be hard at all.

"Ok, baby. Calm down." Lando chuckles while y/n suddenly smiles at him. "You still want to-"

"Yes. For the love of god, yes." Y/n cuts in and when she feels the tip of him push into her, she can't stop herself locking him into a kiss as he continues to fill her till her head drops back. "Fuck. Don't you dare stay still. I do not need you trying me like glass."

"As if I would ever." Lando smirks capturing her into another kiss as he begins thrusting in and out of her, slowly trying for different angles before he hits a spot that makes her body tense around him.

Perfect.

Now just to poke that spot till her body is a puddle under him. Of course with the addition of managing to reach a hand down, pushing back the skin and locating her clit. The moan of his name that drops from her lips is almost dizzying. He never knew his name could genuinely sound that good.

After that it's no surprise that they both climax only minutes later. Lando only just manages to pull out moving away from just completely collapsing on the bed.

There's a few moments before they finally look at each other and the sexual tension has simmered away allowing them both to laugh a little. Almost in disbelief that after years of friendship and maybe years of denying that it was always more than friendship.

"I think if someone told me I was getting fucked by an f1 driver by the end of the day, you wouldn't have made the list of who I guessed." Y/n states still a little breathless.

"If it had've been anyone else, I don't think I would've actually forgiven you." Lando murmurs before snapping the waistband of his short back into place since he's not actually taken them off. Removal of clothes was too time consuming in the moment. He moves leaning back over her and capturing her in a kiss to make his intentions clear of this not being something that was just two friends having sex to him. "Stay here, I'll be back."

Y/n frowns leaning up onto her elbows as Lando jogs off leaving her on the sofa. Where the hell is he going?

"Ok, we got time before the room service is here. So come on, we'll quickly shower to clean up." Lando smiles returning with the sound of the shower water pattering on the floor.

Y/n pouts her lip as Land just picks her up frmn the sofa.

"What's the look for?" Lando laughs as he places her on the counter to finally get these clothes off of her. "You're not about to say I'm being too nice are you?"

"No." Y/n laughs then shifting to make his task of pulling off her clothes easier. "You're being perfect actually."

"That's a shame, I was looking forward to being mean." Lando smirks then pausing. "You realise I'm not planning on letting you leave tonight as a one night thing."

"You realise I was hoping you'd say that?" Y/n whispers then grinning "But we do need to hurry, we have room service on the way."

"Yeah, we're hurrying." Lando nods moving to get his own clothes off.

After what is definitely a rushed but gently thorough shower, y/n is given more clothes to borrow before they settle on the sofa again that thankfully doesn't have any residue bodily fluids.

Then the room service appears and y/n realises that maybe her and Lando have been acting more like a couple than she had realised. There had obviously bene comments from others and even Max had called them out once or twice for being very physically affectionate with each other.

"Can I have one bite?" Lando asks seeing her pizza.

"One bite." Y/n reaffirms holding out the slice of pizza for him then grinning when he takes a bite. "I'm beginning to think we may have been dating this entire friendship."

"Well it's going to be much better than it's been before now. Expect only the best, but I won't be too nice."

"That's going to be held against me for a long time."

"Yeah, and you might want to avoid George for a bit. He might be fine not going on another date but finding out I got you off directly after the date is a bit of an insult even by my standard."

"You might have a good point there." Y/n hums then taking a bite of her pizza. "Am I a bad person?"

"No. I don't like bad people." Lando states honestly while y/n smiles lightly. "You know I'm not lying. It's the truth."

"I know, and even if you did tend to lie. You are too brutal of a friend to lie to the people close to you anyway." Y/n smiles before she slumps back. "Might hide out in here tomorrow and just dodge him for at least a day."

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