#yes i hate my curls on bad hair days

[stxrrynightskies]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘…

✩°｡⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: m. fushiguro x reader

｡° ✮ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: megumi had been feeling under the weather as of the weekend, so you take it upon yourself to take care of him

‧₊˚✩ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: mentions of being sick, megumi being stubborn (and clingy), cuddling, kisses, physical affection, fluff, sick fic, canon universe but does not follow the plot of jjk

ೃ༄ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: this fic is like a part two of my previous megumi fic, but can still be read as a standalone without needing context (check out the request here)

He knew it was a bad idea. Going into the rain for that long without proper protection was sure to lead to some sort of illness, especially since he didn't properly warm up right after he went back inside.

But despite the fact that he was now curled up in bed, and running a god-awful fever, he didn't regret a thing. In fact, he enjoyed every second he spent out in the rain with you. Your bright smile was more than enough to compensate for his now sickly state.

The only downside? He was missing you. When you left in the morning, telling him you needed to go back to your dorm to change for the day and that you would see him in class, he had to restrain himself from reaching out for you to pull you back into bed with him. He knew he was sick before you even left, and he hated it.

Being sick always made Megumi clingy. It would remind him of when he was younger, and Tsumiki would take care of him. She was the only one he would rely on. But ever since she was admitted to the hospital, he was left on his own. Hence why he always tried to err on the side of caution.

Another cough shook his body, reminding him that he was in no state to attend class. He sighed, tossing his phone onto the opposite side of the bed before curling back up under the warmth of his multiple blankets as he drifted off back to sleep. Painfully unaware of the calls he was receiving from you.

“Megs?” You knocked on his door.

After the first twenty minutes of class had gone by and no sign of him, you were worried. Yes, you saw him earlier when you woke up in his arms, and he looked fine, just a little groggy. But you just assumed the tired look in his eyes was from him waking up a few minutes prior. But seeing as his desk was empty, you knew it was something more than that.

“Are you okay? You weren’t in class today.” You sighed. There was no answer. And something told you that he wasn’t going to answer the door.

You were honestly about to give up hope until you heard the lock click and the door crack open just as you were about to leave. Megumi peeked his head out ever so slightly, his eyes softening as they landed on your figure.

“What are you doing here?” He coughed.

“You weren’t in class.”

“I wasn’t feeling like it.”

“But you never skip class.”

You took a good look at your boyfriend in front of you. Disheveled hair, bright red cheeks, tired eyes. Everything pointed to the same thing. He was sick. But knowing Megumi, he wasn’t about to admit it out loud.

He was a stubborn boy. One that didn’t like showing how he felt. But he didn’t have to, because you were always there. You understood him in a way that most people could only imagine. So you could easily tell what was going on.

“You’re sick.” You stated.

“No, I’m not.” He quickly tried to deflect the statement, but the hoarse cough he let out did nothing to help him.

“Yeah right.”

You pushed Megumi into the dorm, letting yourself in. Despite his protests, he didn’t try to force you out. He knew you meant well, after all.

“‘m fine.” The boy continued to insist.

“Just get back into bed.” You shooed him away towards his bed.

Megumi reluctantly laid back down on his bed as you got to work. You already had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t feeling well before you showed up at his door. So you came prepared.

He let out a soft sigh as he felt you place a damp cloth over his forehead. His fever had left him feeling all warm and sluggish throughout the day, and the cloth felt like heaven to him.

With him finally relaxing, you got back to work preparing some soup for him with the groceries you had just bought for him.

He was still being stubborn. Constantly insisting that he didn’t need you to take care of him. “You’ll get sick too,” was his excuse.

“You’re sick because I dragged you out into the rain. The least I can do is take care of you.” You sat beside his bed, a tray of soup on your lap.

“It’s fine.”

The boy wasn’t going to let up, he didn’t want to be a bother to you by having you take care of him because had a measly fever.

“No.” You pushed another spoonful of soup into his mouth. “I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay.”

“I don’t want you getting sick too.”

“That’s a shame. Because I’m not leaving.” You place a quick kiss on his temple and continue to hold the spoon out.

When he saw the determined look on your face, Megumi sighed, knowing you were serious. So, he accepted defeat, allowing you to feed him the soup and then eventually, the medicine.

“Now go back to sleep. I’ll leave you alone now.” You grabbed your bag, ready to leave him alone for the night to rest after cleaning up.

But as you were walking away, you felt a warm hand gently grab your wrist. “Stay…” A small whisper was thrown out.

He didn’t want you to leave. Not after your actions brought him so much comfort. It brought back memories of his sister. In a way, you reminded him of her. Your smile, the warm, comfortable feeling you brought him. Except, you had this… this look in your eyes whenever you looked at him. One filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated love.

You dropped your bag down again, letting it slump on the wooden floor as you knelt beside his bed, staring at him.

“Do you need anything else?” You asked.

Megumi shook his head, pulling you closer until you were beside him under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your back was pressed up against his chest while he rested his chin on your head.

You were still processing the fact that he was clinging to you, he’d never been so touchy-feely with you — with anyone for that matter. Maybe it was just the fever fogging his brain. Not that you minded.

Even if it meant catching whatever bug he had, you would graciously accept the physical affection you were receiving from your boyfriend.

He looked down at you, smiling a little, as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You turned to face him better and placed a kiss of your own on his lips. He eagerly returned it, pressing up to you again, keeping his lips locked onto yours.

Once you broke the kiss, he yawned. Being sick was taking a toll on him, not that he cared all that much. Why would he? He had you in his arms. And that was all that mattered.

“I love you…” He croaked.

“I love you too.” You kissed him one more time for good measure. “Now go to sleep.”

“Will you stay?”

“Always.”

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

#✮⋆˙ jade writes #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi x you

[cal-flakes]

reader making rafe sleep on the couch, ultimately begging him to get back in bed w her 😭😭💗💗

╰┈➤ making rafe sleep on the couch

warnings: swearing.

summary: a petty argument leads to y/n making rafe sleep on the couch, and later regrets it.

“you were the last one to have the keys y/n” rafe grumbled as she stomped around their living room, searching frantically.

“yes, and i put them right there! so you’ve obviously moved them” she snapped back, pointing to the glass bowl on the oak coffee table

they’d been arguing back and forth for a few minutes now. y/n was having a bad week, she’d come on her period a few days prior, and now the cravings were settling in.

she was upstairs in bed with a heating pad when the urge for ice cream invaded her mind, specifically chocolate.

she’s sent rafe a text asking him to check if they had any, but unfortunately he’d eaten the last of it. queue argument number one;

“i bought some the other day rafe, where did it go?” she questioned, her face was flushed and twisted.

“i ate it” he stated, nonchalance in his tone. craning her neck to face him, she glared at him as if he’d suddenly grown two heads.

“what do you mean you ate it?” she spat, unreasonable anger building up inside her chest.

“i mean i ate it princess, i’ll get you some more tomorrow..” he compromised, hoping she’d take it.

he hated period week, dreaded it actually. he did his best to soothe her pain and wipe her tears when necessary, but he was definitely target of the week, every time.

he knew it wasn’t her intention, and that she was just emotional, but once she found something upsetting or angering, she honed in.

“no rafe, i wanted it now!” she whined.

standing up, he sighed to himself. “i’ll go get you some more, okay angel?”

“no, it doesn’t matter, i’ll get it myself” she sneered.

and this is where it got a bit heated, suddenly, y/n couldn’t find the car keys.

“i haven’t moved the keys baby, you must’ve just misplaced them..” he cooed, attempting to stroke her face soothingly but instead she pulled away.

“i know where i put them rafe!” she yelled, tears welling her eyes. he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“it’s not my fault that you lost the keys y/n!” he groaned, falling back into the couch.

she stared at him, mouth agape. “you know what? for that, you can sleep down here tonight!” she bellowed, heading back upstairs.

before he had a chance to reason with her, he heard the bedroom door slam.

a couple hours went by, and he was flat out on the couch, curled up with the throw blanket.

y/n however had been tossing and turning all night, unnerved by the lack of warmth next to her.

they hadn’t slept separately since they moved in together, and y/n was struggling.

she was so used to rafe’s hands tangled in her hair as he snored softly beside her, used to waking up to her face being peppered with kisses.

whimpering slightly, her eyes brimmed with tears for the third time that day. deciding to drop the stubborn act, she slid out from under the covers and padded downstairs. the house was completely dark aside from the television rafe had forgotten to turn off.

as she entered the living room, she creeped over to where he lay, fast asleep on the couch, and prodded him lightly. “rafe..wake up..”

stirring, a line of gibberish escaped his mouth, eyes groggy. “y/n?” he questioned, squinting his eyes.

“can i sleep with you?” she whispered, pride faltering. he chuckled before moving over as much as he could, opening his arms for her to crawl in beside him.

“you miss me?” he smirked, sleepiness laced in his gravelly voice.

“don’t get cocky, you still moved my keys..” she joked, shuffling closer to him while he spooned her.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx #soft!rafe cameron

[sungvrhs]

what about jealous hoon with strength kink???????? 😍😍

yes, i can't get over future perfect hoon with his hot bicepsss 😔

Jealous hoon and strength kink? A good combo I'd say 😋

Genre; Explicit | Sunghoon x Female!reader word count; 1.3K

note; T T took me 5 turns to write this cause I was had to gulp down some water everytime I wrote a single line about him.

You wanted to test how deep were the waters and seeing your boyfriend coming up home from the gym his plain white t-shirt drenched in sweat as his muscular boy would be outlined perfectly as he'd stand in front of the window pane. The effect he had on you was unnoticed by him. And you hated how he would simply be able to make you all worked up just by his small actions.

“I haven’t seen your boyfriend clenching his jaw even once.” Your best friend spoke while you both were on facetime as you giggled. “Well what do you want me to do about it? Get him pissed off for no reason?” You rolled your eyes as you saw her scoffing from the other side of the screen. “Why, thankyou for catching my words in one go for the first time.” You scrunch your nose at her words. “What do you mean?” “...UGH I take my words back. You’re dumber than I had thought.” You chuckled at her words, finding it amusing how hot-tempered she was. “I’m telling you, just do anything, literally anything to piss him off real bad.” You thought for a moment, not agreeing with the idea. “I don’t know Sana, this feels really off. I haven’t done anything like that.” You heard her groaning from the other end. “You-” she stopped for a while, her lips curling into a small smile as you noticed it. “Oh you know Sana, you can’t hide it that you’re thinking of something-” “No no I ain’t trust me?” She cuts you off as you roll her eyes. “Come on Sana, your face tells it all-” You heard the door clicking as you knew Sunghoon had come back. “Ah hoon is back. I’ll hang up-” “Hey Y/n.” Another voice interrupts from Sana’s end as you turn back to your phone. “Jake? Oh My God! When did you come back?” You saw him seated on the couch next to Sana as she sent a wink to you, leaving you confused as you eyed her for what was going on. “Hey babe, I’m back.” You heard Sunghoon as he walked in through the door, causing you to briefly look at him with a smile. “Hey love.” Sunghoon smiled, pointing at the bathroom as he indicated that he will be back after washing up. It took him only a few steps as he heard Jake speaking from the phone. “Ahh, I just came back a few days ago. I missed you.” Your eyes widened at his words as Sunghoon turned around to face you, raising an eyebrow at the new voice that just emerged from your phone. “Ahh, I-I missed you too.” You spoke, your gaze landing on Sunghoon as utter confusion was written on his face. You saw the incoming notification of Sana’s text that wrote; ‘Play along, this will be fun.’ And so agreed with the eyes as you both made "You changed a lot! The blond hair suits you.” You answered, holding the phone up high as you brushed your hair to one side as you flashed him a smile. You heard Jake chuckling as he spoke, “Ahh thank you! I was thinking of changing it to black but since you found it attractive, I will prolong the period.” You chuckled at his remarks, failing to notice the piercing gaze of your boyfriend. “Why I’d be honored! No wonder why you had the whole campus wrapped around your finger.” You spoke, knowing that this never happened but, oh well. “Oh does this mean I had the heart of this pretty lady too?” He spoke, leaning close as you giggled softly. “Well, what do you think?” You smirked, too engrossed in the convo as you heard his chuckle, “Well, I think-” His words got cut off with your phone being snatched by Sunghoon as he ended the call as you let out a small gasp. “What- Sunghoon! I wanted to hear him-” “Speak that you liked him? In front of your very own boyfriend?” He spoke, clenching his jaw as he tossed your phone on the couch next to you. “Sunghoon, I can explain-” Your words got cut off as he scooted our little figure in his muscular arms, taking you by surprise as you held onto his shoulders, you back meeting the bed as he chucked you down on the bed. “S-Sunghoon, wait!” You didn’t have time to react as he hastily hovered over you, taking hold of your wrists as he pinned them above your head. “You didn’t stop flirting with your ‘Jake’ so why should I stop?”

He scoffed, pushing his hair back with his free hand as the sight had your cheeks flushed; the way his muscles flexed while his messy locks dangled free on his forehead even after he had them brushed back. “Look at you being a total mess. I just pinned you down and you’re already breathing at an inhuman pace.” His words caused your cheeks to ablaze on a brighter shade of red as you wiggled your wrists under his hold. “Sunghoon, it was just a prank.” You spoke, letting out your breath which you didn't realize that you were holding onto. Your words only had him smirking as he leaned closer to your ear. “Well now that you admitted, pranksters deserve a lesson after being snitchy on someone, don’t they?”

“Look at you, simply falling apart on my fingers. I wonder if you will be able to take my big cock inside that pretty pussy of yours.” He taunted you, his two digits moving at an inhuman pace while your hands wrapped around his shoulders, moans escaping from your lips as you felt yourself reaching on your orgasm. You bit your lips, shutting your eyes close as you were near, ready to untie the knot forming in your stomach but Sunghoon was sly enough to pull out, causing you to groan as you let out a whine. “Agh, Why!” You spoke, earning a smack on your thigh as you let out another moan. “Acting all cocky even after being the one at fault? Tsk tsk.” And he had it all followed up for 2 more times, until you had it enough, begging for him to have mercy. “Yeah? You want mercy? After pissing me off?” He spoke, flipping you over swiftly as you were lying on your stomach, feeling his hand gripping your hair in a ponytail as he pulled you up, his tip teasing your dripping entrance. “Please H-Hoon.” You choked on your tears, earning a husky chuckle from his end as whispered against your ear. “Please fucking what Y/n?” You took time to recollect your lost voice whilst he spoke. “Can’t even beg for pleasure properly.” He moved back, his hand moving around your throat as he pulled you back, your back arching at his actions. “Can Jake ever fucking touch you like this?” He growled against your ear, pushing his tip inside you as you let out another moan, your walls clenching around his big shaft. “Can he ever fuck you like I do?” The soft hoon that you knew was no longer here as his inhuman pace was making you roll your eyes back. “Answer me or you’re not coming for the next few hours.” Your lips falling apart at the gush of pleasure as you spoke. “N-No he can’t. Only you can- Ugh Fuck.” Another moan escaped your lips as he plunged deeper inside you, causing the tears to slip down your brimming orbs as you yelped. “H-Hoon it’s too big, I can’t-” “Oh yes you can. You can take his big smile and his big lovely compliments. So you can take in my big cock too.”

RESPECTFLLY RESPECTFULLY, HE LOOKS DELICIOUS.

#sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen fanfiction #enhypenimagines #heeseung #jay #jungwon #sunoo #park sunghoon #jake enhypen #sunghoon smut #enha smut #sunghoon enha

[gentlyweeps-world]

Brownies?

summary: You experience a bad high with Lando.

pairing: lando norris x reader

warnings: edibles, weed, getting high, throwing up

You knew Lando used weed, you knew he used it as a form of stress relief, you didn’t care, as long as he didn’t do anything stupid.

You had never done it- use weed or anything. Sure you’ve had alcohol but that was the extent.

For New Years Eve you and Lando had gone out to a club, drinking and having fun before the New Year.

You two left the club when it had officially became the New Year, giggling and being all touchy as you take an Uber home.

“Hey baby? Do you want to do something fun..” Lando mumbles out, leaning up on his elbows on your guys bed.

You raise your eyebrows at his suggestion, pulling off your clubbing outfit and pulling on one of Landos shirts.

“Depends on what this fun is..” You say with a smile, moving next to him on the bed.

“I have these edibles- I don’t really use them because they’re really strong, would you want to split one?” He says, moving on his side to face you as he reaches out a hand to play with your hair.

“Hmm sure why not..” You say with a soft smile, leaning into his touch. “Alright I’ll be right back..” He murmurs out, moving off the bed and out of the bedroom.

A few moments later he comes in with a brownie that’s cut in half, “Where have you been hiding those?” You hum out, moving as Lando gets back into bed and hands you one of the pieces.

“Back of the freezer, I know you never look back there..” He replies with a grin, watching you take the piece and eat it in one go, Lando follows suit, cuddling up next to you after.

“Hmm how long do they take to set in?” You ask, reaching out on of your hands to play with his curls.

“Uhhh thirty minutes? I’ll put on a movie or something” He says, reaching over to your bedside table to grab the TV remote, putting on a random movie.

An hour had passed, it didn’t feel like anything had set in, not until in a middle of a conversation everything felt like a dream.

“Wait Lando- did that conversation happen? I feel really tingly..” You say, starting to panic as the effects set in.

“Hey- hey it’s okay, it’s just the weed” He replies, snaking an arm around you to pull you into him.

“I feel like my heart beat is really fast- this is weird” You say, fidgeting around as everything starts to feel like it’s in third person.

“I don’t like it Lan- make it stop..”

Lando wraps his arms around you, moving you so you’re in his lap. “Hey it’s okay Y/n, baby I’m here, you’re safe with me..” Lando says, giving you a squeeze.

“I feel like I’m having a heart attack- Lando is this normal?” You whimper out, clutching at his shirt, body shaking.

“Yes baby, it’s okay, that’s all normal, it’s okay I swear..” Lando coos out, moving you two so that you guys are cuddling.

You quietly lay there in his arms, your world slowly turning into a dream- time going by slow.

“I feel like I’m out of control..” You whisper out, leaning into his warmth.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know how much was in those brownies…” Lando softly says, rubbing his hand on your arm.

“You’ll be okay Y/n…” Lando reassures quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I think- I think I might throw up..” You mumble out, don’t throw up, don’t throw up, you hate throw up Y/n! You think to yourself, slowly moving out of bed and into the bathroom, hunching over the toilet as you dry heave.

You could hear the grumbling from your stomach, and the build up of everything you consumed that day crawling up your throat.

Just as you hunch over to throw up Lando rushes to your side to pull back your hair, “It’s okay Y/n, let it all out baby..” He soothes, rubbing circles into your back with his free hand as you throw up.

You let out a groan, moving away from the toilet you lean against the wall. “Can I get something to wipe my face..?” You mumble out, peeking open your eyes just enough to meet the worried face of Lando.

“Sure baby, of course..” He says, rushing to grab a rag for you and a glass of water.

He comes back and wipes your face for you, handing you the water he sits next to you and laces your fingers together, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb.

You quickly grab the cup of water and chug it down, leaning onto Lando’s side. “Why do people like that?” You groan out.

“Well usually it’s different- it is your first time and it was probably too much for you..” Lando says with a soft smile and chuckle.

“Then how come you’re taking it so much better than I am..” You pout out, looking into his equally red eyes.

“I’ve done it more than you- and I know the symptoms..” He says with a grin, “You’ll feel better after you sleep baby..” He adds on, pressing one more kiss to your forehead.

Even if everything was still spinning, you had Lando to anchor yourself.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

"Gimme...just one second, okay?" the villain asked. They coughed up blood, felt it trickle down their throat. It was warm and thick and the villain truly believed they could never get used to that feeling, even if that wasn't the case. They couldn't get rid of the hope either. The hope, the desperate and dumb hope that all of this could end one day.

"You're awake..." the hero said, their voice not even above a whisper. It was sort of comical how their lips curled into a sweet smile. Their relief warmed the villain's totally failing heart. They kneeled beside them and their hand found the villain's dislocated shoulder. "I really thought this was it."

"You're way too optimistic," the villain said. They were choking on their own blood, drowning in it. It was madness.

"You're way too dramatic," the hero answered. They pushed some hair out of the villain's face. Soft fingers touched bruises and cuts. The villain couldn't tell if it was a gift or another cruelty from the universe. Seeing the hero, feeling their touch. The villain had hated them for years.

Had loathed their perfect teeth, their bright smile. Their dumb comments.

"If I asked you..."

"Yes," the hero said. "I would say no."

The villain let out a long and laboured breath. But the hero had broken into their heart of concrete, had managed to make the villain smile even on bad days.

"It would put my mind at ease."

"You would suffer," the hero said. "And I like to avoid that."

Something popped in the villain's torso and the familiar feeling of a rib snapping back into place overwhelmed them a little. They could never get rid of this curse.

"But what if I never die?" they asked. They squeezed the hero's hand as the cut on their arm healed. It was painful and even more annoying than being sliced open.

"Why won't you see this as a blessing? Think about all the things you can accomplish. All the subjects you can study. All the people you'll get to know."

Again, the hero's hand touched their cheek gently, as if the villain could break any second.

"And what about the people I will lose? What about you?" The villain spit out some blood and sat up, their body slowly getting all its functions back. "What if you grow old alone and I have to watch? Has it ever occurred to you that I want to do that with you?"

"Believe it or not but life expectancy among heroes is pretty low," the hero said, smiling sadly.

"God, then please just try it. Shoot me, cut my head off, whatever..."

"I am not going to do that," the hero said. They kissed the villain's forehead. "It isn't easy for me either. I want a long life. You don't want eternity. We don't get what we want."

"I have to protect you, then," the villain decided. "And find a way to heal like a normal person. I need to do experiments, I need to-"

"My love."

"-find a way to injure myself without healing within seconds. I need to find my weakness, I need to find something, anything-"

"My love." The villain stopped and stared at their hero. "It's alright."

"No. But I will make it alright."

That was also some sort of madness.

#get your filthy fingers OUT OF MY PIE #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #immortal villain #whumpy

[arminsumi]

HEAR ME OUT JAY— i’ve also been on a gojo kick too😩 i literally have no medical knowledge but thinking of gojo x reader angsty where he has to set one of our broken bones after a battle lowk has me giggling and kicking my feet UGEHHEHEHE

take your time w requests!! take care of yourself, lysm thank you sosososoosos much🫶🏻🫶🏻

blood n' bone.

note: hey honeypie!! yeah istg gojo has a death grip on my mind the dude doesn't let me think of anyone else rn. anyways, i have little medical knowledge on this too but i tried my best !!

warnings — lowercase used, injury ( knee dislocation, bone setting ), blood visuals, angst ( with fluff, happy ending 👍 ), he calls u angel, i think it might be implied fem reader ??

" are you okay ?! a—re you hur — oh shit, fuckfuckfuck that's bad. that's bad... okay. um. just breathe. just breathe! don't worry, you ain't gonna die sweetheart. look at me, ok — question. do you trust me ? "

" what on earth do you plan to do ? " you ask gojo wearily.

you look at him, the pain fogs your mind. it's so painful; a blinding, piping white hot pain, one that singes all your senses. it's all you focus on until you look into those soothing blue eyes.

he's hovering over you, eyeing out your knee and the gory scene of your battle-bloodied body. he's got your blood on his hands already. it hurts his heart more than anything to see you in pain.

part of him hates you, because if you had just listened to him and stayed out of this battle, then this wouldn't have happened. but you were so stubborn about staying at his side. and then part of him is thankful, because he didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to be without his girl just in case he didn't make it out alive. he didn't want someone else to come to you and bear the news that he's not coming home. gojo was selfish; if he died, he wanted to take you with him.

but he was fine. you were fine. well, "fine" besides the fact your knee was dislocated.

" do you trust me or not ? " he asks again.

" yes. " you say truthfully. of course you did, he's been your one and only since birth; the gojo clan and your clan were intertwined by fate. you and him have been in each other's lives since you were toddlers throwing tantrums.

there's a memory that comes to gojo when he places his calloused hands on your knee. it's a memory from his childhood with you.

one day, you fell and scraped your knees. gojo found you curled up, crying alone in an alley. " what the hell ? why didn't you come find me ? let's go back to my house. i'll carry you. yes of course i can carry you ! i'm stronger than you ! "

he takes his blindfold and puts it in your mouth, " need you to bite on this, angel. "

" hmmmf ?! " the reality of what he was about to do set in. but how could it be more painful than the dislocation itself?

there's no question that he can set your bone. he's the strongest; of course he can.

you watch his bicep muscles flex, his grip firm. he hesitates, breathe ragged like he's nervous. then you hear a loud pop and instantly scream blue murder into the fabric; it doesn't really do a good job of muffling the sound. it pierces gojo's heart.

" angel, angel — look at me. breathe. it's okay. i've got you. it's alright. it's really alright. angel ? there, just stay in my arms like th-this. you're okay now. i know it hurts, but you're okay. " his hair is messy, your blood is all over him, and you yourself look chaotic; but still you look beautiful to him. your face comforts him like no other; he's always had excited pangs in his chest when you walk into a room or show up at a battle.

he's always shared your pain. he's a highly sensitive, emotional boy but conceals it well; when you're in pain, he's in pain. when you're sad, he's sad. when you're happy, he's happy. and hence, if you would have died, he would have died. you're tied together by an invisible thread, the two of you couldn't escape each other even if you wanted to. at times, you hated how you always found your way back to him; especially when you and him had that fallout in your twenties after your dating life interfered with your friendship.

but your hostility towards each other ended, of course it did. and now you and him were always at each other's side. handholding, just like when you were kids exploring your little village.

" let's go home. " he murmurs, soothing you with his voice and the gentle feeling he radiated.

" i can't walk. " you mumble, " it hurts. "

" i'll carry you. "

" we're not little kids anymore, you can't carry me. "

" what the hell ! of course i can carry you; i'm the strongest. "

you smile, remembering that memory only now. " you're right. you are. "

his heart flutters hearing you agree for the first time. of course you always knew he was the strongest, it was indisputable. but you liked to tease him.

" better believe it . . . now wrap those arms 'round my neck. "

he wears a stupid, proud smile on his face while he carries you. when you're home, you feel extremely grateful.

" it's good to be home, huh, satoru ? " you say, knee bandaged and propped up.

he's given you pain medication by now. there's the background noise of the TV, and golden afternoon light sieving through the sheer curtains.

" home is wherever you are. " he says earnestly.

whenever he says things like this, it's always in a soft voice, almost like he's too shy to let you know his true feelings.

you feel warm, homely; and so does he.

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[ddoxhan]

all I wanna do

like a rain shower in midsummer, I need you cuz all I wanna do is be with you

word count : 5.3k words

genre : fluff revolving around two goofballs; scriptwriter! ningning x office worker! reader; experiencing a disastrous date won't stop you from planning the best date for the love of your life

t/w : none :)

a/n : a light-hearted, playful date with ms ning yizhuo! imagine her laughters throughout the entire thing and just seeing how happy she is being with you 🤍 I love this baby so much :') anyways enjoy !!

outfit? check. water bottles? check. portable fan? check. power bank? check. umbrella? check. snacks for your pretty girlfriend? check. after that disastrous date with yizhuo last time, you were traumatized hence the over-the-board preparation for today's date with her. you had planned a lot of events for the day, hoping that she would be surprised with how you made sure things were to go according to plan. her reactions are just the cutest and no one can tell you otherwise.

regardless of whether it was going to rain, or if you lose her in a crowd as her phone dies, or if she gets incredibly hungry that she's in the mood to murder you. yes, that was how the entire date went the last time when you two headed for a mini concert in the outskirts. just thinking about it again sent chills down your spine. never again, you thought.

as you take a step out of your apartment, that annoying ringtone informed you of who the caller was.

"yeah, babe?"

'on the way? or you just woke up and getting ready to throw on just anything?'

"missy, I'm slaying my fit of the year. and yes, I'm on my way. maybe in another thirty minutes?"

'okay, missy. sounds good to me, see you then babe!'

"love you."

'love you too!'

her voice got softer, as usual walking away from her phone to do her own things. she usually lets you end the call, either you'd end it while chuckling at her antics or listening a little longer to hear her humming a song that's on her 36th spotify playlist.

the sun was shining, the clouds were fluffy, and the bus just passed by the stop before heading for yours. was it more than enough time for you to make it? sure, but, that was if you ran for it. you were definitely not waiting for the next one that was going to be in the next 15 minutes.

the run wasn't too bad, giving you a chance to try out your new pair of sneakers. definitely not made for running, but they were sure looking amazing with your outfit. yizhuo had gotten them for you when you had finished that torturing physics paper one semester ago but you couldn't get yourself to wear them. she insisted that you wore it after she saw them in a new display box you got for it when she slept over after spending hours playing animal crossing with you.

'jagi, didn't I get those for you?'

'yep.'

'wear them when we go on a date next week.'

'but-'

'no buts.'

so that was how you were striding in these slides. they made you a little taller, which was the perfect height to pull yizhuo into a hug and rub your head on her hair. she hated those the most, but you love the scent of her vanilla shampoo, calming and soothing. as you stared out the bus window from your seat, your lips naturally curled into a smile as you reminisced those times when you and her took the bus home during your uni days.

when you had shared social law with her, you always took the bus with her after classes at the end of the day. you had known that she lived a little further from campus instead of the dorms and you happened to also take the same bus line as she did. acquaintances bloomed into friends, and you took your friendship with her to the next stage when you confessed that you saw her as more than a friend. you were the happiest girl alive when she said that she felt the same too.

when you had graduated with your psychology degree and her with her communication degree, that was when you found out that yizhuo had not lived three bus stops away from yours. and that was also when she had found out that you lived two bus stops before where she supposedly lived. in summary, you were two idiots thinking that you guys were so smart for trying to fool each other.

she did indeed live in the campus dorm, but just got down the stop where her friend lived at, in a way using her as an excuse to spend more time with you. you on the other hand, did similarly to spend more time with her by pretending that you got off at the next stop after hers. for four months straight, you had took a whole trip around the neighbourhood each time you had social law.

till this day, this was still something that you and her would bring up and laugh about at how stupid you two were. but you didn't complain, you were stupid in love with her.

a ring on yizhuo's doorbell was enough to make her frown from finishing her favourite shampoo to smiling as it indicated that her huggable human was by the door. when she swung the door open, she was surprised to find you with a bouquet of crocheted pink tulips and a puffy tote bag. first, you hated tote bags because you were afraid of forgetting them on your seat. second, what occasion was it for the flowers?

"hello, girlfriend."

"hello to you too. what's with the flowers?"

a toothy grin was all it took to convince that it wasn't a special occasion that she knew, but rather one that you wanted to celebrate because, you just wanted to.

"it's 520 days since we've started dating. so yeah, happy 520!"

"and here I thought that I had forgotten our anniversary or something."

"well, it's still something to celebrate about."

if yizhuo had her clumsy and quirky antics, you had your puppy-like and unpredictable antics. it wasn't once or twice that you had showed up to her front door with tulips or roses, be it real or fake, or crocheted. or that one time you had a spur in the moment and made her beef wellington for lunch. you didn't even like cooking that much.

'I saw this recipe and I thought you would like it a lot!' as she quotes from you.

but none of that can stop her from loving you more as each day went by. the good morning and good night texts were a must and meeting up at least once every day was the base, whether it be face-to-face or through facetime. as much as she could feel her fatigue from her day fade away when she saw that smile of yours, so did you when you heard that laughter of hers when you crack a joke.

"thank you, babe. I like it a lot."

she tiptoed to press a little peck on your cheek, which led to that big ass grin on your face and your tail would have wagged hard like a helicopter, if you had one. seeing your usual reaction, yizhuo went back to her room to proceed getting ready for the day. oh, did you mention that she looks amazing even when she had her hair up in a messy bun, and the most worn out, comfortable home clothes? yeah, now you know.

as you took your spot on the couch, it didn't take her longer than 20 minutes to be in the cutest outfit for your anticipated outing. the opening of her bedroom door prompted you to stand by the shoe rack and put your shoes on.

"ready?"

"mhm."

after you leaving her place, she naturally headed over to the bus stop while you stepped further from it, making her confused at the way you had a mischievous smile on your face. you walked over to her and dragged her along to the nearest car rental shop, rendering her further confusion.

leaving her at the entrance for a bit, you returned while twirling a shiny key with a far too recognizable logo printed on it,

"I knew we were going to the aquarium, but you didn't mention anything about driving there. when did you even have a driver's license?"

"well, surprise."

driving wasn't a practical option since you lived four bus stops away from your now alma mater. public transportation was a pain in the ass during before and after work peak hours but that was more worth than paying for the parking fee. that included having not told yizhuo about your driving capabilities.

your campus was practically in the middle of the city where most necessities were within public transportation reach. it didn't really matter if you had a car or not cause that was how convenient travelling for stuff was. if there was a need for a car, you would just ask minjeong for hers since she drives. even now, you could get to your job without a car, and you only head to office 3 days a week.

"and you rented a BMW?"

"yes?"

the look on her face darkened further as she couldn't comprehend your spending tendencies. you weren't a thrifty douchebag, so this was really a firsthand experience of you being willing to spend so much when there were cheaper options.

"please tell me you're joking. this could easily cost you half of your monthly salary for a day."

"okay okay, yes, I'm joking."

"thank god."

" but I did buy a kawasaki though."

yizhuo's jaw could not drop further as you said those seven words. she couldn't even form words, let alone sentences.

"wha- huh- you- eh?"

"come on, I got a second hand one so it's a lot cheaper. and it was a snatch with its low mileage."

the whole ride to the aquarium was just her bombarding you with questions on why you decided to get a motorcycle, when did you get your driver's license and a whole lot more. the entire ride there. though you weren't annoyed, you found it adorable that she wanted to know more. you being down bad was an understatement, you were just so in love with her that you don't see any chance of you getting back from being down bad.

you sure didn't need a second hand kawasaki to get to work considering the many reasons that would have stopped you from getting it. but there was one extremely big reason to get it that surpass every other. it was yizhuo. at the end of every day where you would drop by her place to spend time together, she would tell you about the things she encountered on the way home on the train, be it good or bad.

you were content with listening to how she would coo at the children and babies she saw, but grimaced at some things she would witness that you don't even want to reiterate. just then you thought, maybe you should get a vehicle to fetch yizhuo after work. as a scriptwriter, the expectation to get things done by her deadlines were brutal, from your nine-to-five job perspective. at times, she would finish past dinner hours and leave the broadcasting station with slumping shoulders while you waited for her at a nearby cafe to have dinner together after she clocks out. it always made a part of your heart ache a little when she drapes her body over you, with her basking in your scent.

she had always reassured you that she would feel her energy pick up when she spots you at your usual spot waiting. and even more so when she hugs you, as if you were her human energizer. but to imagine the days that you wouldn't be there, it was the right decision to get a vehicle for her to relax in after work on the way home. regardless of whether it was this nice BMW or the kawasaki you got, you get to accompany her back home while she talks about her day at the broadcasting station.

to head home together after a long day and lay in her arms on the couch while watching a movie was always your dream. usually her housemates would be around and it wasn't that comfortable to have the whole living room to yourselves. you would either leave after dropping her off or you would spend some time in her room for a while since she would reason that you have work the next day. one day, you would get a house together with her and make that dream a reality. one day.

"for me? this nice ass bike because you wanted me to get home safe?"

"yep."

she looked at you in disbelief, worried that the cost of this damn bike would put a hole in your wallet while you had a sheepish smile knowing exactly what she had in mind.

"I know it sounds crazy but trust me, I've planned this for a long time."

"how long?"

"roughly 5 years."

as yizhuo mentally counted, she figured that that was when you were still freshmen back in university. although she was flattered by the fact that you fell for her since then, she couldn't help but feel bad. and you knew she would from the way her smile fell a little, just enough for you to be able to tell.

"don't feel bad babe. I did say it's for you, but it's also for me, for us. it's a lot better than having to squeeze into the train and having body odour rubbed all over my face."

the joke managed to lift her mood as she giggles at the way she could relate too. well, you could say that this kawasaki was a dream motorcycle that you've had your eye on for some time now too. her hand reached over to yours on the gear stick, her eyes looking into yours, feeling that she was the luckiest girlfriend on earth.

"you're welcome, and let's go see those penguins, shall we?"

"welcome to underwater haven, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! I will be your guide today, so make sure to remember how I look like. you wouldn't wanna get lost and bump into the polar bear."

the crowd laughed at the humor of the male guide, before following to enter into the aquarium for the day.

in one hand, was your professional camera to capture the beauty of the animals (as well as your girlfriend), and yizhuo's hand intertwined with yours in the other. although she was more fond of furry animals in the petting zoos, she absolutely loved the way your eyes would sparkle when you tell her about your favourite aquatic animals that even she had managed to remember by now. you looked like an excited child jumping around and she just wants to give you all the kisses that you deserved for being so cute.

"oh! that's the angelfish. isn't it such a nice shade of pastel blue? and the way they just look so pretty."

"yes yes, very pretty."

and her gaze was just fixated on your smile that hasn't fell ever since you stepped foot in here. she couldn't give a damn about all these fishes that looked the same to her. all it did was make her crave for some good sushi, but she shall not talk about that while you're here. maybe in the next few days, she should bring it up. for now, she would enjoy this aquarium date.

"did you have fun?"

"mhm. did you? weren't you bored a little halfway?"

"I mean yeah but when I look over to you, wow best day ever."

you shot yizhuo a glare before relaxing when you knew that she had eyes only for you.

"I love you too."

that sheepish smile on her face made you chuckle at the way you found it cute, realization for the nth time that you would never be able to win against her. be it her random rendezvous at odd hours or cheeky remarks like this.

"so where would lunch be, ms. 'I have a BMW now so we can go anywhere we want'?"

she's just not gonna let you breathe huh?

"well, it is a thursday today. so you know what that means."

"the bazaar!"

the first time she found out about the bazaar, she had always gone there either alone since her friend had clashing schedules or would resort to the cafeteria food which she disliked a little. after knowing you through social law, she deciced to persuade you to accompany her there.

'you mean be your chaperone?'

'I wouldn't put it that way, think of it that you're there as my food mate.'

it was a weekly food bazaar that happened at the city square, filled with all kinds of food from all around the world. yizhuo was always down to try anything that was edible, while you were just there to be with her as you didn't fancy trying new things.

'come on! try this, the vendor said it's glutinous rice cooked in a bamboo tube.'

'it looks questionable.'

but to be honest, it did taste good. while she had a habit of ordering a variety to try, she wouldn't hesitate to share it with her friends, encouraging them to head to the bazaar to try out too. when you looked back and thought about it, she was also helping out the local businesses that had a hard time. she tried to deny, giving you the reason that they had better food that whatever the cafeteria served. however, you would notice each time you stood by her while she talked to the vendors. the way her eyes fold into crescents, truly grateful that they were doing great.

as you spent more time with her throughout your days, you harbored feelings for her and they just grew out of control when you would malfunction from being around her. you were there once as an acquaintance, now you were back there again, as her girlfriend. wow, thinking about it made you feel overwhelmed.

"are you sure we're able to finish this?"

"if we can't, we could bring it over for minjeong."

"I'm pretty sure she would be too full from lunch with jimin. you know how those two are."

"well, I guess this is all for us!"

just watching yizhuo enjoy the food in front of her made you feel as if you had ate. if your girlfriend was happily full, then so were you. at some point, the vendors didn't change often, and they soon became permanent at the bazaar, being able to find a crowd of customers for themselves. you didn't remember how it happened, but when yizhuo would always recommend it to the people around her, you knew who it was because of.

"what? is there anything on my face?"

your gentle gaze had her rub the sides of her mouth, then her cheeks. full of food while she mumbles, it was just a sight too adorable. you succeeded at holding back your urge to squeeze her cheeks, or you would end up with a flick on your forehead.

"nothing, you just look really pretty."

"thank you, but I can't tell if you're being sarcastic cause I am stuffing my face full of food right now."

"nothing beats a happy girlfriend who loves her food. and it's cute."

extending a hand over to clear that sauce stain on the corner of her mouth, you looked so lovesick, it almost made the people at the table on the right gag. what did single people do to be punished like this?

you would only cut it out with the lovey dovey eyes when yizhuo made sure that you were eating enough unlike when you were in your final year. that final year research paper had you lose 5kg throughout the journey and you wish to not experience that ever again. sleep was an option and so was food. if it wasn't for her threatening to have your meals properly or she would not see you again, you would have probably fainted at least twice that year.

so now, you have a wonderful girlfriend and a stomach full of good food. the day was going spectacularly smooth without any problems. but you spoke too soon when the sun had set and night had came.

after the bazaar lunch, you were to drive to a restaurant by the beach that yizhuo had really wanted to try but didn't insist on going as it was far. since you had rented a car, it was only right to bring her there. before night would fall, it would have been perfect to enjoy the sunset by the time you would have arrived considering the journey.

that was until the car started to smoke on the front all of a sudden. pulling over to the side of the road, you had to call for help from the nearest car repair shop to send a tow truck. you weren't going to risk driving there despite it being a short distance, not with her in the car.

as the tow truck arrived along with another car, you thanked the foreman for offering to drive you two to your destination when he couldn't get you a spare car. nevertheless, you managed to reach just in time to sit by the beach to admire the sunset with yizhuo. that was before it got windy and droplets of rain turned into a downpour.

"why is it always like this whenever we decide to go out for dates?"

she was feeling a little down from the mishaps from the car to the downpour. to be frank, you were too, since you had hoped that the date ended perfectly since she had looked forward to it a lot. although she didn't verbally express her excitement, you could tell from the way she had already put together an outfit for the day a week before and marked the date on her calendar with a big red circle and hearts around it.

"babe, things happen. plus it was my fault that I didn't check the car properly before today."

"it's not your fault, like you said things happen. just why on our dates..."

you were half soaked from the rain even with an umbrella. as you sought shelter at nearby shop, yizhuo wasn't soaked as much because you had wrapped yourself over her to make sure she didn't. that also made her a little more upset as she was scared you would get sick because of her. on the brighter side, you were at a vintage shop where they had quite a collection of film cameras. you had to take the opportunity to get one from here before you left. but first, back to making your girlfriend feel better.

"hey hey, babe. look at me."

you placed your hands on her cheeks and made her face you, squishing them a little. around her colleagues, she was competent and very professional when dealing with the producers and directors at her workplace. but when she comes home and relaxes around you, she would turn into a small little kitten that needed her favourite human pillow. just like how you had her pouting and leaning into your hands.

"things don't have to always go as planned. it's best if it did, but now that it didn't. we're here at this vintage shop and it looks like there's a lot of stuff to explore around here."

"sure we missed the sunset for a little, but we stumbled upon this place."

and with that, your girlfriend was back to her normal self.

"okay, but promise me you're not going to get too many things. nothing else is going to fit that glass case."

"yes, ma'am."

giving her a tiny salute and a cheeky smile, it was another mission success of making the best out of a (sorta) ruined date.

"I did mention not to get too many things, but you did get something that was very expensive."

"but it does take really good film pictures. plus, a good camera to fit the most beautiful model in the world."

yizhuo scoffed at the compliment but couldn't help but blush a little. thankfully, the downpour had come to a stop, only a small drizzle remained.

as you headed towards the restaurant that you had made reservation for, you couldn't help but feel super lucky at that moment as the sky was still lit and the ambience of the waves hitting the shore, as well as the drizzle adding its touch. along with the beautiful sight of her while her hair is blown by the wind, that gorgeous smile making you fall for her all over again.

arriving there, you were brought to your reserved table before ordering whatever she wanted on the menu. the wait wasn't too long, which was good as it was quite eventful before this meal. as you indulged in the local delicacies, you couldn't help asking yizhuo if she was in for some alcohol. and knowing her, she wouldn't pass on the offer.

you only drank a little as you would still need to drive back, as the foreman had mentioned that it wouldn't take till the next day to fix the car. just as you wrapped up your fulfilling meal, your phone rang, indicating the caller to be the foreman.

"yes, mr. lee. is the car done?"

"I'm very sorry miss, but I've called to inform you that we've come across another problem from the engine as we looked into it earlier. we would need another day for it as we are closing soon."

"ohh... umm... alright then. we'll look around for somewhere to stay for the time being. thank you very much."

hearing how you would need to look for somewhere to stay and seeing that apologetic smile plastered on your lips, yizhuo just knew that the plans for the day had changed for third time.

"we need to look for a motel?"

"hey! you don't need to put it that way."

the ends of your ears started burning a little as you hid your face in your hands, trying to lower the rising temperature of your cheeks. her word choice had caught you very off guard while she remained calm.

"it is what it is. plus, we could get separate rooms so why so shy?"

she was definitely having a great time teasing you.

you managed to find a decent place after asking the locals. but being there on the weekends only meant that there was no such things as vacancy. however, you still decided to shoot your shot, praying for two rooms.

"we've got only one room left, with a single bed."

and you definitely didn't expect that shot to miss entirely. it was better than no rooms at all, and it meant using the same room as yizhuo. you had to repeat that to yourself several times to fully register what you had heard. number 1, you had not slept over at her place before as you didn't want her housemates to feel uncomfortable with your unfamiliar presence. number 2, it would only be you and her in a room. nothing would probably happen, given that you would be sleeping on the couch.

"where are you going?"

"to sleep...?"

drying your hair with the provided towel, you glanced over to your girlfriend who already dried her hair and changed into a set of pajamas that you had got from a nearby shop. you were in a similar one with a different color, reminding you too much of what married couples would usually where in dramas. 'enough!', you thought.

as much as you wanted to wake the next morning in your arms, you held yourself back as it might make her uneasy. what if she's not used to sharing the bed with someone? what if she thinks it would be hot? what if you snore? what if―

before you could complete all the possible scenarios from overthinking, yizhuo stretched out her arms, telling you to hug her. and so you did. as you fell for her temptation, she pulled you in closer to make you fall onto the bed. as she leaned over to place her lips on yours, your brain short-circuited with too many things happening at once. pulling away, all she saw was a shocked puppy speechless and thoughtless.

"you good?"

"huh?"

"were you going to sleep on the couch?"

"yeah..."

it was as if you lost your ability to speak because all you could do was nod or give short answers to her questions. well, you were being considerate for your girlfriend in case she didn't want to share the bed with you and you were more than willing to let her have the bed for herself. after all, the bed wasn't the biggest and it was just fitting for two people, no more, no less. but she didn't mind at all.

"why when we could just sleep together?"

you hit her a few times for her choice of words and she just wondered what she said so wrong. 'sleep together', technically you were going to sleep together but not sleep together. there was a difference, but you were just being overly sensitive from the way that your body was in close proximity with yizhuo.

it wasn't like you didn't cuddle with her before in the living room while watching dramas and movies. it wasn't like you didn't hug her every single time you would leave by the end of the day. it wasn't like she wasn't already clingy and always finding an excuse to stick right next to you, be it be holding hands or just pulling you into a bear hug. but why was this time so different just because it was on a bed?

"you could take this as practice before we get married in the future."

right, that was why it made you so fidgety and anxious like a teenage girl who was in love with her first love. true enough, she was your first love, if you were to minus out the short fling back in high school that wasn't even a relationship nor situationship.

your relationship had not even turned 2 years old and yizhuo already had confidence in that you would marry her when the time comes. and she was darn right that you would. that day just sealed the deal where you definitely couldn't see yourself spending the rest of your life with someone else other than her.

the way she would enjoy your rants about sea animals that she couldn't care less, the way she reminds you about spending too much, the way she held your hand throughout the whole date.

although she wasn't interested in the many species of fishes that you knew, she didn't complain about it and just enjoyed how you were ecstatic about them. she would nag you a little about getting too many vintage cameras when you wouldn't even use some of them, but she knew that every single one you've bought had at least taken one picture of her. she knew that physical affection wasn't your way of expression where gift giving and words of affirmation was, she made sure that you felt hers.

just like this very moment, you could feel it through the way her gaze bores into your eyes, letting you know that she loved you as much as you did for her, if not more.

"okay, if you say so, wifey."

"oh? already agreeing to the proposal?"

"no way, I will be the one proposing to you in the best way possible when that day comes."

"but does that mean you want to marry me?"

yizhuo was glad to see how you snapped out of your trance with the playful banter between you and her. not only that, your string of thoughts had brought you to a conclusion that sounded like the best one to your life story.

"yes, ms. ning yizhuo. I would love to marry you."

"cause all I wanna do is be with you."

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[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hazbin Hotel x male reader who transmigrated into it.

Hiya! I’ve never done a request before and i’m sorry I got to you late! I didn’t know where the askbox answers went lmao. I don’t mind doing this but this is my first so hope this tickles your fancy and i did your idea justice, im sorry it’s quite short, i wanted to get it out so i didn’t leave ya hanging! <3

Part 2

Summary: One minute you’re living your normal life, the next you’re in a room, in a place you’d hate to admit looked a little familiar from a show you’d watched in life.

Warnings: Male!Reader Male pronouns, not specified if there was a specific ship between reader- so there’s no romance, implied death, flirty angel, niftys bad boy obsession, reader is discribed as a goat, implied to be tall, all direct hazbin hotel characters; charlie, vaggie, alastor, nifty, pentious, husk, angel (all platonic), swearing NOT PROOFREAD, no mention of hair type/colour, bodytype or skin colour. Let me know if i missed anything!

You just got off working, and after a long crippling day of noise, customers, and well work, all you wanted to do was go home and get in bed.

Looking down at your phone you scrolled through your playlist, trying to find the right song, this walk needed motivation, you needed some umph to get you home and not curl up in a ball and sleep wherever.

While scrolling through your playlist, you failed to notice the manhole up head, uncovered and unassuming. Unfortunately, your walking never ceased.

Waking with your heart pounding, you through your legs off the bed immediately standing, but stalling. “Where the fuck,” You gaped, you spun around in a circle, a large click thump following your direction.

Peering down at the noise you gasped, hooves, big ones in fact. You took a few sharp inhales attempting to calm your heart rate down, you scanned the room. It was ruby red, but besides that blank, vacant with the bare bone essentials.

Behind you was a large window, covered with thick curtain. Carefully you stepped over to it, feeling uncoordinated in your body as you did, you pulled the curtain open.

Mouth falling open, throat closing unable to scream as you stared at the sight in front of you. A red sky, the pentagram overhead, you couldn’t believe no way. Trotting over to the dresser, you eyed your reflection, your horrified face looked back at you.

For the most part, you looked as you did before, albiet the new suit, horns, ears, and the slit eyes you had. Turning to an angle to scoffed at the sight of a tail, muttering to yourself you tucked it upward in the suit jacket and waddled to the door.

Sticking your neck out, you glanced left to right, declaring the cost clear, you stepped out. That was until you heard the disembodied sound of a radio transmitter behind you.

“Good evening voyager!” Shouting you turn defensively, and were met by a large smiling demon. “Holy fuck.” You say in awe staring down just slightly at the radio demon you familiarized yourself with.

“Contrary my dear friend! Nothing holy to me! Ha ha, please follow me, Charlie is ever so worried for you. Crashing down through the roof? Quite the entrance I must say.” The radio demon applauded, literally hearing a round of applause surround you two.

You followed as he pushed but you didn’t say much, this has to be a dream? You recognized him from a show, he’s not real. Although casting your eyes toward him as he strolled, humming along guiding you down the halls, you couldn’t deny the reality you saw.

He looked so 3D, there wasn’t anything animation behind him, he was right there, right in front of you more realistic and creepy than anything you’d ever seen.

“Here we are good sir! The lobby! Shall we?” Alastor questioned sticking his cane down the steps, after a muttered yeah, the two of you strolled down together.

“He’s up!” Charlie chortled shaking Vaggie who stood near her at the bar. “Yes i fetched him just as he tipped his horned head out! Impeccable timing, everyone has just gotten back.” Alastor exclaimed, while Charlie skipped up to you.

“Wow, so glad you’re okay! You came crashing through heh, I’m Charlie! So pleased to meet you,” With a pointy teethed smile you nod at her. “This is my girlfriend Vaggie,” Vaggie only grunted at you, arms crossed and eyeing you. Knowing what you knew, this wasn’t surprising to her this is real, and you could be like Alastor.

“This is Husk, he’s our bar tender, oh shit! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,” Charlie stuttered, shaking her hands around her head jazzily. Chuckling you smiled at her. “Uh, thank you, for everything actually.”

“Ha, you kiddin kid, you fell through that ceiling like it was paper.” Husk gruffed out, leaning forward at his bar. “Yeah what’s that about?” Vaggie suddenly questioned.

“Guys! Intros first hello, okay, this is Angel Dust, another guest!” Angel dust sauntered up, smirking and sticking a claw at the bottom of your neck, dragging it up to your chin. “How ya doing sugar, I’m Angel, but i can be whatever you want me to be.” Angel practically moaned at you, smiling genuinely you chuckled. “I want you to be arms length away from me.”

You said it without any malice or disgust, genuinely enthralled you were standing in the middle of the characters you loved so much. “Ha! Nice try toots! The only way to keep me back, is via leash.” Laughing along with Angel ignoring the disgust from Alastor and the disappointment for Vaggie, you focused back on Charlie who rocked impatiently on her heels for your attention.

“Okay! This, wait where’s Nifty?” Pausing briefly as ever one checked their feet not seeing the little ball of speed anywhere. “She’ll turn up! Anyways this, is Pentious!” Charlie exclaimed moving onto the snake who stood stick straight.

It was evident he was nervous, so you walked toward him with an easy going smile, as easy going your sharp smile could be. “Hey Pentious, I think your fucking cool I love the inventions you make.” As if you presented the snake with the world itself, his eyes sparkled with admiration and appreciation. “Y-you’ve sseen my inventionsss?” Nodding at him with a smile, he perked up, clasping his hands near his cheek.

As he was in the middle of chanting thank you’s, the air dropped and suddenly the Tasmanian devil herself showed herself. Crawling up your body like a tree, the cyclops eyes you with a wicked evil smile. “Ouuu, you look like such a bad boy none of the others here are bad!” Nifty breathed demonically, pushing herself i. your face.

Again you couldn’t be mad or even scared instead you chuckled, Alastor appear alongside you. “Alrighty Nifty darling, why don’t you go collect some bugs to show him! He needs some christening into this wonderful world.”

That line momentarily stunned you, and you looked towards Alastor with a probably harsher look than you intended. “Ou okay, that’s a gooood idea.” Nifty said scuttling off, and though your eyes were focused on Alastor, he wasn’t even aware of you, paying more mind to the room around you.

Charlie looked to you, head tilted. “So mysterious man, you need a place to stay?” Smiling at her you looked around the room, this was an opportunity you wouldn’t miss out on. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (pt 1)

SUMMARY: It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

GENRE: smut, very little fluff, a lot of angst

PAIRING: Kevin Moon x afab!reader

WC: 4.3k

SERIES MASTERLIST PART 2

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez @flwoie

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: insults (nonsexual), mentions of injuries, mentions of what is basically sabotage, kevin is actually really kind of a bad person to y/n yall im sorry, kevin is still stupid (keeping with the trends), kevin is emotionally constipated but so is y/n but she's less emotionally constipated, pining, enemies to lovers, making out, marking, hair pulling, scratching, dry humping, poor attempts at humor, guys i'm actually warning you kevin is a total asshole in this

A/N: Idk why i went the angsty route for this but i'm very very excited to be releasing the final installment of this series. this was supposed to be released on christmas but me and fawn did not give ourselves NEARLY enough time to actually prepare this so we had to push it off. Much love, kiss kiss. Anyway thank you to everyone for reading this collab. This is part 1 of the final installment, so please be on the lookout for part 2 on fawn's page!!

You couldn’t have been more excited to be partnered with Kevin Moon for the end-of-year exhibition. He was kind, he was incredibly talented, he was funny, he—

“You have to be fucking joking.”

— hated your goddamn guts.

You weren’t even sure why. One day the two of you had been just a couple of freshmen, excited to become the best versions of yourselves, and the next…it was like Kevin suddenly decided that he just hated everything about you. He did everything from mocking your solo performances to outright screaming at you for the tiniest of mistakes that not even your professors had picked up on. Your foot was a centimeter too far to the left, your back was arched too much, or your arm looked flimsy. Anything that he could possibly berate you for, he found it. 

“Language, Moon.” Your professor scolded, hovering beside you and gauging both of your reactions. Your thumbnail is wedged between your teeth, and your free hand is wrapped around your waist. Kevin is fuming across from you, staring at the paper with such intensity you fear that it would catch fire. 

“Professor, you can’t possibly expect me to work with her!” Kevin flings his hand out in your direction, and you scoff. 

“You make it sound like this is my fault.” 

“Isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow, lips curling up into a nasty sneer. “Most things usually are.”

“Oh really?” You drop your hands to your side, taking a small step toward him. 

“Yes!” 

“Like what?” 

You’re inches away from each other now, a palpable tension between the two of you that had your professor shuffling back uncomfortably. A few lingering students glanced at the two of you, whispering amongst each other. 

Do you think they really hate each other?

I think that they’re doing this just for show, just like Sangyeon and his girlfriend.

Maybe they really do hate each other…or, at least, one of them does.

“Like the class performance of Princess and the Pauper last year.” Kevin grins smugly, as if he’d won some sort of competition between the two of you. There’s a flash of anger and hurt in your eyes.

“Let’s not remember that you were the one who dropped me, Kevin.” The smugness dissipates and now your “opponent” is standing uncomfortably before you. 

“I— I know that, but—” You cut him off abruptly, and there are a few tears brimming in your eyes. 

“You know damn fucking well that the performance would’ve been fine had you not intentionally let me fall. It’s your fault that happened, not mine.”

“Y/N,” your professor warns. “Let’s calm down, shall we?” 

Her hand on your shoulder steels you, and your body relaxes. 

“The two of you,” she speaks slowly and calmly but there’s cold authority in her tone, “are going to work together on this performance, and you are going to work nicely. I will not be tolerating arguments this time. If you two cannot prove to me that you can work together as a team then I will fail you, and I will recommend you both be removed from the program. Am I understood?”

You bite on your tongue, eyeing Kevin and waiting for him to respond first. His words dug deep into you. It was easy for you to take the blame for mistakes you made, for starting on the wrong beat. But for him to blame you for his mistake? That was going too far. That was crossing a line that no dancer should ever cross (i know nothing about dancing). 

“Understood,” Kevin mutters after a moment, and you nod your head slowly. 

“Understood.”

“I think we should do Angel by Keshi.”

“And I think that’s the dumbest fucking idea I’ve ever heard.”

Your eyes widen when Kevin says that with his back flat on the ground of the practice room you’d rented. He’s got a stress ball in his hand, throwing it toward the ceiling and waiting for it to fall back down into his hand. For at least an hour, it had been, essentially, a one-sided discussion with you throwing out ideas and Kevin ignoring you as best he could until you threatened to tell the professor he wasn’t being cooperative. He’d proceeded to call you a “stupid snitch” before responding to each suggestion you threw out with something negative.

“If it’s so dumb then how about you give a suggestion for once?” You retort. “Instead of just sitting there moping like a child.” 

“Ooh, good one,” Kevin says mockingly, his eyes narrowing at you after. You know he can see you’re getting frustrated with him. You can see it in the smirk he sends your way as he sits up. “Stings real bad, Y/N.”

“Why are you such a prick?” You grab your crossed ankles, rocking back and forth on your butt. 

“Why are you such a teacher’s pet?”

“I’m…I’m literally not.” Your head tilts and Kevin shrugs.

“Sure you aren’t.” 

“Can you focus please?” Kevin rolls his eyes when you change the subject, leaning back onto the palms of his hands and spreading his legs out in front of him. 

“I’ve been focused, you’re the one who keeps getting distracted by me.” 

Your jaw falls slack. You kept getting distracted? The whole time the two of you had been in this room, he had done absolutely nothing to contribute. You, arguably, were the only one not distracted!

“What if we did—”

“Partition by Beyoncé.” Kevin interrupts you, and you quirk an eyebrow.

“I’m not doing that song with you.”

A smirk, and he leans forward. “Why? Afraid you’ll be seduced by your enemy?” 

It's too late for that. “Nope. I just don’t wanna be that close to you at all. You fucking smell.” 

For the first time ever, Kevin falls silent. His jaw hangs open and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. Internally, you cheer at how you were likely the first person (as far as you know) to make him shut up for a few moments. 

“I do not smell!” He snaps, finally jolted from his stupor when you clear your throat. 

“You kinda do, Kev,” you pick at something on the ground. “Sorry to be the one that broke it to you.”

“Don’t call me Kev.” 

You look at him, and his nose is wrinkled with disgust. He doesn’t look angry, per se, but he isn’t exactly the most pleased you’ve seen him. 

“Sorry.” 

Kevin goes quiet again, and now both of you are picking at the floor. 

“So we’re doing Angel, right?” You ask, trying to clear the awkward air. Your partner kisses his teeth and shakes his head.

“I really think we should do Partition.”

“Why are you so set on doing such a sexual song?” Your cheeks are warm, but you try to ignore it as best you can. Kevin notices, that smug smile returning to his face.

“Why are you so uncomfortable with it? People love these types of performances.” He has a point, but you’ll die before you let him know it. “They love tension between dancers. Gives them a thrill.”

“It’ll be thrilling when they see my fist in your face,” you mumble so he can’t hear you.

“What?” His eyebrows knit together and you smile coyly.

“What?” Your voice is pitched up to mock him, and a muscle feathers in his jaw. 

“We’re doing Partition.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” 

He kisses his teeth again, returning to leaning on the palms of his hands. You lay flat on your back, fingers splayed across your stomach. 

“You’re annoying. You know that, right?” You hear him shift on the ground, and then his face appears in your periphery  A dry laugh escapes you.

“That’s not what your mom said last night.” 

“Don’t— don’t talk about my mom.” You lift your head off the ground, a lazy grin plastered onto your face when you see Kevin’s lips twitching. “That— that wasn’t funny. Like, at all.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t, Kevin.” You agree, lowering your head back to the ground. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. You aren’t funny.” He stands up, gathering his belongings and keeping his back turned. Had you not seen him fighting a smile just a moment ago, you would have thought he was truly angry with you. Or, perhaps, he was angry with you, but the joke was enough to get him to crack a smile.

“I believe you,” you sat up again, following his lead and grabbing your own items. “Totally. Why wouldn’t I?” 

He turns to look at you again, his expression shockingly dull when he meets your eyes. The tension is back, and you shuffle awkwardly in your spot. In the silence of the practice room, you’re struck with the urge to ask him questions. Why he hates you, why he dropped you during the performance. It had been on your mind for so long, but not once have you had the strength to ask. Now, though, you have an unstoppable urge. 

You clear your throat, dipping your head down for a second and then lifting it to keep your eyes on him. 

“Why d—” 

You’ve barely gotten one word out before Kevin interrupts you again, taking long and heavy steps to the door. It’s as if he’d sensed your questions, your curiosity. His timing certainly made it seem that way.

“I’ll text you when we can start working on the choreography.”

Kevin slams the door of the TBZ house so hard that the walls shake. 

“Why the fuck are you slamming my doors?” Sangyeon yells from his bedroom, his voice muffled by the distance between them. 

“Sorry!” Kevin yells back, but he’s not. He’s not sorry at all, not now at least. Why the fuck did he have to get paired with you? Of all the people in the class, why did the professor think it was a good idea to stick the two people who hate each other the most on a team?

“You’re lucky that Sangyeon’s too busy getting his dick sucked to care that you slammed the door.” Changmin peers at Kevin from the kitchen counter, hunched over with a frog-shaped cup in his hand. The older of the two wrinkles his nose in disgust, making his way to the counter and sinking into a barstool. 

“Didn’t need to know that detail, but thanks anyway.” 

“No problem,” Changmin grins sarcastically, lifting his cup as a sort of toast. “What’s got you so ticked off anyway?”

“Some stupid assignment my professor assigned me.”

“Oh, right. The dance one?” 

“Yeah.” 

Kevin drops his head into his hands, rubbing at his eyes with the base of his palms. Then he raises his head, eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“Wait, how did you know about the assignment?” 

“One of my friends is in that class,” Changmin sets his cup down and leans forward to fold his arms on the granite countertop. “He said he saw you being a dick to Y/N after you found out the two of you were partners for the exhibition.”

“Well, she deserved it,” Kevin grumbles, dropping his hands onto the counter. 

“She always deserves it, according to you.” Changmin kisses his teeth and purses his lips. “Why do you hate her, anyway? She’s a fantastic dancer, she’s super nice, she’s really pretty. She’s got your humor, too, so shouldn’t the two of you, like, get along?”

“Y/N L/N is the spawn of the devil himself, and I’ll die before I get along with her.”

“Okay, I get that, but why?”

Why. Why do you hate her so much? What could she possibly have done to make you drop her in the middle of one of the most important performances of your college career?

“She…” Kevin trails off, his face heating up with embarrassment. “She spilled coffee on me during freshman year.” 

For a few moments, Changmin says nothing and Kevin thinks that the younger man didn’t hear him. Then he speaks, and Kevin wishes he hadn’t said anything at all.

“You…broke a girl’s ankle…and almost ruined her chances at ever dancing again…” Changmin speaks slowly, trying to comprehend the sheer absurdity of what he’d just heard. “Because…because she spilled coffee on you?”

“It wasn’t just that!” Kevin tries to defend. “She got it all over my expensive shirt, the white one you got me for my birthday back in high school. The stain wouldn’t come out, even with bleach, so I had to toss it!”

“You’re the dumbest person I have ever met, Kevin Moon.” Changmin pushes himself up to stand straight, suddenly radiating anger and startling Kevin. “You don’t fucking drop someone and break their ankle because of a goddamn shirt that I bought you from fucking Target.”

“Wait— it was from Target?” Kevin’s jaw drops.

“Yes? Did you think that I bought a wicked expensive plain white button-down shirt?”

“Well, I mean…” Kevin scratches the back of his head, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. 

“You know what?” Changmin pinches the bridge of his nose, biting down on his tongue briefly. “That’s— that’s not the point of this conversation. The point is that you’re a horrible person. You’re a horrible person and if you don’t get your shit together and apologize to that poor girl, I’m gonna get Sangyeon involved.”

“Why— I’m not a horrible person!” Kevin snaps, and Changmin scoffs.

“I truly wonder what she sees in you.” 

For a brief moment, Kevin stops breathing. In that moment, a series of thoughts run through his mind, thoughts that he can’t even begin to process.

Horrible person.

I wonder what she sees in you.

Who is ‘she?’ Why does Changmin know what she thinks of him?

He couldn’t possibly mean you. You hate him, and he hates you. There was no possible way that you cared about him at all, especially after how cruel he’d been to you. 

Right?

One week.

A whole damn week goes by before Kevin texts you to meet him at practice room 304. To be honest, you would have forgotten about the project had your professor not sent out an email the day prior requesting progress videos to be submitted by Monday morning.

“That leaves us, what, four days to draft at least half of the choreography?” You’re sipping at an iced latte, your back against the mirror as Kevin ties the laces of his sneakers. 

“Something like that.” 

He’s on edge. You can hear it in his voice. Something has him tense and you aren’t entirely sure what to do about it, especially since you aren’t the cause (for once). Part of you wants to ask him what’s wrong, but a much larger part of you is screaming to just leave it alone. For a while, you listen to that larger part. You begin working with Kevin to choreograph the song and while it was a bit awkward for you, you find it much easier to work with him than with previous partners you’d had. You ignore the way your skin burns every time he touches you— correcting your posture, helping you with a movement. You ignore how much you enjoy his hands on your body, however faint his touch is. 

You’d admit that Kevin was right about the tension. The air felt stuffy, the walls closing in on you. It was erotic, the choreography Kevin had created. It was fast, and most of the moves you’d gone through required you to have your body close to his. The audience, however, would love this, just like Kevin said. So, no, you weren’t against admitting when Kevin was right, and you would have told him that at the end of practice. 

Really, you would have!

But then Kevin starts pissing you off. 

Small, quiet comments about how ridiculous you look. Insulting how you do a specific move. Nitpicking every step, every breath, every water break. Sweat is dripping down your neck by the time Kevin officially lets you stop for a while. You can see how tired he is, can see his shoulders slumping and his legs wobbling every time he steps. 

“I think we should call it a day.” You call over to him, and he scoffs.

“Of course you would say that.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you set your water bottle down. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Kevin spins to face you as you say this, his jaw ticking and his hands clenched into fists. 

“You know exactly what it means, Y/N.” He sneers, standing tall when you take long strides over to him.

“No, actually,” you fold your arms over your chest, “I don’t know what it means.” 

“Then I’ll tell you.” His face is now inches from yours, and you back up a bit. Just enough for your face to not be so close to his. “I think you’re losing your touch. I think that you’re sloppy, that you’re arrogant, you can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

Kevin goes on listing these qualities, these faults, and all the while you can only scoff knowing that those are exactly the same things you would use to describe him. 

“I think that—” he continues, but then you’re interrupting him.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling, but it’s not as if you’d planned to hold back anyway. “You think you’re any better than me?”

“Yes, I do.” Kevin tilts his head with a mocking smile. “I think I’m a thousand times better than you.”

“You aren’t,” you tell him, and he bites his tongue when you pretend to pout. “Sorry to burst your egotistical, self-absorbed bubble, but you aren’t better than me. You aren’t a better dancer, a better student, or a better person.” 

Kevin’s gaze hardens, and you don’t notice the step he takes toward you. Or, maybe, you do and choose to ignore it. Maybe it’s exactly what you wanted. 

“You’re full of shit.” He breathes out, and you can feel a few strands of his hair brush against your forehead. The corner of your lips lifts into a lopsided smirk.

“And so aren’t you. We aren’t so different now, are we Moon?” 

A few silent moments. Bated breaths of air. The tension between the two of you is something unlike anything you’d felt before. You take a deep breath, ready to step away from him, and then his lips are crushed against yours in a furious kiss. There’s no love or care for one another behind it, just a fatal mixture of hate and lust for one another. A build-up of tension that could only be dispelled by the two of you.

Kevin’s hands are all over your body— squeezing at your hips, running up and down your waist, brushing over the curve of your ass. Your own hands tear at his clothes, stretching the fabric beyond repair, and your nails sink into his skin, breaking it and making him hiss in pain. Your lips mesh together, your teeth clacking together and your tongues pushing together in more of a fight than a dance of dominance. 

You allow yourself to be backed into the mirror, too caught up in how good his lips feel against yours, and you almost forget how much you supposedly hate him. When his lips fall to your neck and your hands scrape their way up his back, you want to let yourself forget about all the horrible things he’s said to you. His teeth sink into the skin of your neck, listening to the way you groan at the sting, and then his tongue is laving over the spot, his lips sucking at the skin at the same time. He does that over and over again, practically covering every inch of your throat with these marks until it looks like a wild animal got to you.

“I hate you,” Kevin lifts his face from your neck, grabbing your face in one hand and squeezing your cheeks together. His eyes are dark with so many emotions that it has your stomach churning. “I hate you so fucking much.”

You try to respond, but he just squeezes your face tighter and grins maliciously at your desperate whine. He kisses you again, uncaring of the fact that your lips are smushed together and your can’t exactly kiss him back. In fact, it’s almost like that’s exactly what he wants. He wants you to struggle against him, wants you desperate and whining. 

“Isn’t this nice?” He teases, his mouth a hairsbreadth from your own. “Finally quiet for me. You’re so much prettier when you aren’t talking back to me. If I let you go, are you gonna stay quiet?” 

He releases you, and you surge forward to connect your lips in another kiss. Your arms are around his neck and his slide down to your legs, haul you up, and press you against the mirror. You wrap your legs around him, clinging tightly and forcing him impossibly closer to you. Something shifts in the way you move against each other, no longer just your lips and hands, but now your hips are grinding together and you’re moaning, and Kevin is breathless against you, throwing his head back and groaning into the open air. You use this as an opportunity to return the favor, marking his neck up in the same way he’d marked yours (if not a bit harsher). 

“Fuck,” Kevin hisses, hands squeezing so hard at your thighs you know they’ll be bruised in the morning. “Always gotta be so harsh, don’t you?”

“You just did the same thing to me,” you snap back, your body shuddering as he continues to rut against you. Your voice is shaking, containing not nearly the amount of malice you’d hoped it would. You sound desperate, you sound like you want him. Which, of course, you do. But you would prefer it if Kevin didn’t know that.

Too late.

His eyes are gleaming as if in a trance and his hands slide to your ass to drag your hips harder against yours. The pleasure continues to build, your eyes rolling back, and your head falling against the mirror. 

“Thought you hated me,” Kevin coos and laughs when you moan out his name. “Poor baby, so desperate for me you can’t even speak.”

“H-Hate you,” you whine. “Hate you s-so much.”

“I’m sure you do, baby.” He hums, watching as your body begins to convulse. He can feel himself getting closer as well, his dick twitching in his sweatpants. “Go ahead, cum all over the man you hate.”

And you do. Your body shudders, back arching off the mirror as you moan and sob against him. Your hips continue to rut into his, and eventually, he drops his head into your chest, laving with his tongue at the skin exposed by your t-shirt. Your hands are in his hair, holding tightly to the strands.

After a moment, you tap at Kevin’s head to get his attention.

And boy, do you get it. 

As if he was hit with a wave of post-nut clarity, he practically drops you to the ground with a crazed look of horror in his eyes. You frown at him, stumbling back to your feet with legs made of jelly.

“You okay?” 

He backs away from you, nearly tripping over his feet. You follow him, but he’s too fast.

“Don’t— don’t fucking come near me.” He snarls, and you flinch. It’s not fear. It’s hurt. You’re not sure why the statement hurt you, but it did and the feeling stabbed into your heart like a golden dagger. “Stay the fuck away from me. This— this was a mistake. You were a mistake.”

It’s become a sort of habit for him, you think, watching as he slams the door to the practice room. You still aren’t quite sure why it hurts, why your throat feels like it’s closing up and your stomach churns with displeasure. You turn to face the mirror, tracing a hand up your neck to touch the marks on your neck and there’s a sad smile plastered on your face.

It can’t be helped when he’s hated you for so long. 

There’s a crack in your heart, and you wonder if it’ll be fixed just like the crack in your bone from the last time he hurt you.

Kevin slams the door of his car so harshly he almost fears he broke it. The engine rumbles to life, and tires screech against the ground as he speeds out of the parking lot and gets far, far away from you. 

His hands are shaking, so unsteady that he’s almost afraid he’ll get into an accident. His heart is pounding. Adrenaline, maybe. Fear is more likely. Fear of what he’d just done, what he could have done. It terrifies him, the rush of emotions he’d felt when you looked at him. 

It didn’t make sense to him. You were supposed to hate him, to want him dead. Why did you look at him like that? Like he hung the stars in the sky and painted the moon just for you. Why. Why. You ruined everything. 

A choked sob forces its way up his throat, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. 

He doesn’t understand it. Why is he feeling so many emotions from this? He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be feeling this…this…

Kevin doesn’t even understand the emotion he’s feeling, so he decides he won’t bother. 

He’ll ignore you, avoiding you as best he possibly could. You’ll practice alone, that way he won’t have to speak with you. 

Avoid, ignore, hate. Avoid, ignore, hate. 

That was the perfect solution.

Avoid you and the inevitable questions you’ll have.

Ignore you and the looks you’ll send him. The confusion, the anger.

Hate you. Hate the way you make him feel, the way you make him want you.

Hate you.

Hate you 

Love you.

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[chelseeebe]

can you see me? (the way i see you)

summary: steve harrington had been your best friend for years. you had been there for every failed relationship, picked him up and brushed him off. all while being head-over-heels in love with the boy. but now things were getting more serious with his newest girlfriend and yous trent sure if your heart could handle it.

an: hey i literally hate this :D but wanted to write SOMETHING because it’s been so long !! i have a few more ideas i wanna hash out but life is so crazy at the mo! also side note: nancy wheeler i love u soz for making u the enemy<\3

!!: no use of y/n! a teensy bit of angst i suppose and very very brief eddie x reader

steve was your best friend.

was.

you still considered him your best friend but you weren’t sure that that feeling was reciprocated.

the pair of you used to spend pretty much every waking moment with one another. up until he started dating nancy.

quite honestly, you regretted even pushing him to ask her out. if you’d known that you were never going to see your best friend again you would’ve never been so encouraging.

if you’d known just how much your heart would ache seeing them together, how his doe eyes softened at the sight of her and his lips curled up into a smile at the mention of her name, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut.

the only times you ever really got to hang out with steve was at work, and even then sometimes nancy would be there.

you’re restocking one of the displays with robin, arm full of tapes when the bell dings and nancy walks through the door.

you barely give her a glance before steve is practically pouncing over the counter to get to her.

‘she’s here again?’ robin leans over and whispers to you, narrowing her eyes at pair of them kissing.

robin knew partially of your crush on steve, you hadn’t exactly told her just how much their relationship was hurting you but she had got the gist of it after your visible look of defeat you gave steve after he announced they were dating.

you roll your eyes, ‘they’re in looove, robin,’ you mock, watching as nancy giggles at something he whispers.

‘are you actually gonna do any work today, dingus?’ robin calls across the store, hands on her hips to show her disapproval.

steve straightens up, still holding onto nancy’s waist, ‘yes, yes i am.. but right now i’m going on my lunch break, is that okay with you, boss?’

‘you have thirty minutes, and i’m counting!’ she taps her watch as the couple traipse out the door, nancy clinging onto his arm.

‘god they make me sick,’ robin fake heaves, climbing to sit on the counter.

you chuckle, it was reassuring that you weren’t the only one with a distaste for their relationship.

robin gestures for you to join her, her eyes look pitifully at you, feeling bad for your unrequited love for steve.

you oblige and jump up onto the counter, leaning against her and sighing.

‘we need to find you someone else.. someone new and exciting,’ her hand finds yours, giving it a small squeeze.

‘rob.. i don’t want anyone else.. i’ll get over it eventually..’ you shrug, biting down onto your bottom lip.

‘hmm.. somehow i don’t believe that,’ she shakes her head.

you were extremely grateful for robin’s friendship. you’d only really connected after getting the job at family video but now you wouldn’t trade her for the world. especially with steve’s recent little escapade.

the day very slowly rolls on and steve eventually rocks back up, well over his allocated thirty minutes with his hair all messed up and flushed cheeks.

you ignore his very obvious demeanour and get on with your work, counting the minutes until you could go home.

-

robin slams the stiff door shut and clicks the lock, letting out an over exaggerated sigh of relief.

you follow steve into the parking lot where he turns to look at you, hand on top of his maroon car, ‘shit.. i can’t give you a ride tonight, i’ve gotta go and pick up nance.. but next time, definitely.’

you weren’t exactly ecstatic to be getting a ride with steve but it was a million times better than the bus and was now the only time it was ever just you two, how it used to be.

‘oh.. right,’ you stare at him, willing for him to just disintegrate in front of your eyes, ‘guess i’ll get the bus,’ you bite the inside of your cheek and spin on your heel towards robin who was watching your encounter.

‘i’m sorry! next time i promise i will!’ he calls out behind you before getting into his car and speeding off.

robin shakes her head, ‘what an asshole!’ she joins her arm with yours, heading towards the bus stop, ‘now are you ready to ditch him?’

‘ugh, i wish,’ you sigh, holding onto her arm and dramatically leaning your head on her shoulder in pure exasperation.

-

it had been a week since you’d seen steve, he’d called off from his last two shifts. a mysterious illness had meant you and robin were left to pick up his slack. much to robin’s dismay.

‘someone needs to give that boy a good smack, if you won’t i’ll do it,’ she groans as she rearranges her pile of vhs tapes into alphabetical order.

you were both stood waiting to see if steve was going to actually show up today or not, keith was starting to get aggravated with steve’s behaviour and for some reason you still felt the need to defend him, promising that he’d make up his lost shifts.

you couldn’t really explain why, he sure as hell wouldn’t have done the same for you but at the end of the day, he was, or once was your best friend, and you were undoubtedly, terribly in love with him.

steve steams through the door, pulling on his green vest and huffing and puffing that he was here.

‘nice of you to show up,’ keith quips, looking over at the flustered boy with a stern expression.

‘i’m sorry! my car.. i had to get gas and then there was traffic.. but i’m here! i’m here!’ steve practically screams, speed walking through to the back to clock in.

robin shoots you a look, rolling her eyes at his tardiness.

you can hear keith loudly reprimanding steve, complaining that he had to stay late to cover for him. in reality, he stayed twenty minutes later than he should to stand behind the counter and bitch about steve, either way you slyly appreciated steve getting told off.

keith eventually storms out of the room and out of the front door, you widen your eyes at robin and slink over to the back room to speak to steve, leaning against the wooden door frame as he angrily stuffs his stuff into his locker.

‘you good?’ you ask, eyeing his tense posture.

he runs a hand through his hair and turns to loom at you, ‘he’s a prick, i’m like.. five minutes late, not that big of a deal.’

‘hmm, try half an hour.. but yeah he is,’ you agree.

‘i was busy.. it’s just been..’ he sighs, his shoulders relaxing, ‘doesn’t matter, how have you been?’

‘i’m okay.. i wanted to ask you if you were still coming on friday? i know you’ve been sick and all..’ you tentatively ask.

friday was your twenty first birthday and you were finally going to host what was probably your first and last party at your new apartment.

‘err.. coming to what?’ steve asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

the date had been drummed into his head for months, with plans being discussed for weeks about who you were going to invite and what you were going to wear.

‘..my birthday? same day every year, steve,’ you scowl up at him.

his mind had been somewhere else entirely since getting with nancy, so much so he had forgotten his own best friends birthday.

‘oh shit! yes, yes of course i am,’ his eyes widen as he suddenly remembers why that date was so important.

‘you forgot, didn’t you?’

‘no! how dare you say that?’ he jokes, walking over and placing his hands on your shoulders, ‘i could never forget your birthday.. i’ve just been sick.. my brains all foggy.’

his attempts to redeem himself shouldn’t work, but they do. his big brown doe eyes gleaming down at you absolutely do not help as you’re already putty in his hands, ready to accept his apology.

you never could stay mad at steve. one time back in school he had genuinely forgotten to pick you up one morning, the same morning hawkins had decided to have torrential downpour, so you turned up to school resembling a drowned rat, soggy and miserable. but when steve had seen you storming towards him and realised his mistake, he dropped to his knees in the corridor, hands clasped together and already pleading for your forgiveness.

which you gave, of course. you were in love with the boy for christ’s sake, how could you not?

you attempt to hold onto your anger, jutting out your bottom lip but when he flashes that stupid cheesy grin you can’t help but return the smile and have to turn away before he notices how flushed your cheeks had become.

robin looks on in disgust and you scrunch up your face in return, getting back to your work and trying not to catch yourself staring at steve.

-

friday rolls around and there’s a steady stream of people entering your apartment, music blaring and drinks flowing.

you’d told everyone to get there for nine.

it was now bordering on ten and steve still hadn’t showed his face, which you try to not let damper your mood but it inevitably does.

robin is the first to notice, handing you a red cup full of a mysterious liquid that she practically forced you to down.

‘he’s an asshole, don’t let him ruin your night!’ she shouts into your ear, her hand on the small of your back.

you go to reply, being interrupted by the boy himself walking towards you, nancy in tow with a stoic expression painted on her face.

you don’t even mean to but you jump up, reciprocating his hug, ‘you’re late!’ you say into his ear.

‘i know.. i’m sorry.. we uh- happy birthday!’ he pulls back slightly, leaving a short kiss on your cheek.

you grin, letting go of his body and giving nancy a slightly awkward half-hug, thanking her for the birthday wishes.

‘let’s get you a drink!’ you pull steve into the kitchen, followed by robin attempting to make small-talk with nancy.

your pour a bottle of clear liquid into a cup, slightly over pouring due to your own intoxication and hand him the drink.

there’s some chatter with the couple before she inevitably takes him away, moving to their own corner of the kitchen.

maybe if you weren’t so drunk you wouldn’t have felt your heart sinking when his hand tenderly touches her arm, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

robin yanks you away from the kitchen and into the living room, ‘no! not tonight,’ she holds onto your hand, forcing you to move along to the music.

at some point someone suggests a game of spin the bottle and you groan, ‘i didn’t think we were still teenagers?’

‘oh stop it, it’s fun,’ robin says, taking a seat on the sofa and turning the music down a notch so you could all hear each other.

you end up sat next to eddie, who you knew back from high school, he ended up having to repeat a couple of years so ended up in a few of your senior classes.

the empty glass bottle is placed on the floor and you all look around, willing someone to go first.

‘well if none of you pussies are gonna do it, i will,’ eddie announces, leaning down to spin the bottle.

it spins and spins before stopping.. on you.

‘guess i gotta show the birthday girl some lovin’,’ he turns to face you and you roll your eyes but move towards him.

again, if not for the alcohol, you would’ve been a hell of a lot more bashful about this very public display of affection but you lean into him, his lips landing on yours.

your eyes flying shut and your hand resting on his cheek as his hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you in place.

you’re interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat and you pull apart, hand still caressing his cheek.

you look up to find steve and nancy had entered the room, ‘what the hell have i just walked in on?’ steve asks.

you giggle, shuffling away from eddie, ‘s’just spin the bottle.. duh,’ you respond, shaking your head at him.

‘oh, duh,’ he remarks sarcastically, ‘can i speak to you for a sec?’

you furrow your brows but stand up from the sofa, eddie’s hand still lingering on your back, flashing him a small smile before walking over to steve.

you felt so silly. you were kissing a genuinely nice, attractive guy, and enjoying it too and yet you would still drop everything as soon as steve asked you to.

‘i think we’re gonna head out.. i just wanted to say bye before we left, have a good night,’ he murmurs, nancy standing stone-faced beside him.

‘you’re joking! i’ve hardly seen you.. you literally just got here!’ you frown at him, slightly infuriated that your supposed best friend couldn’t even hang around at your birthday party for at least an hour.

‘i know.. nance isn’t feeling too well.. we just wanted to come and wish you a happy birthday and that..’ he gives you a small, apologetic smile but disregard it.

‘you couldn’t even show up on time and now you’re leaving after barely being here an hour?’ you reply, slightly louder than expected.

‘i’m sorry.. i’ll make it up to you, chick,’ he reaches out to touch your arm but you recoil, the use of that nickname, one that had been given to you in high school and now only came came out when steve was apologising or trying to get his own way, making you pull back.

‘no.. don’t bother, it’s fine,’ you grit, tensing your jaw in an attempt to not say anything meaner to him.

‘c’mon.. don’t be like that.. you looked plenty occupied when we walked in anyway,’ he remarks and if it weren’t for nancy standing literal millilitres away from him, you could’ve sworn there was a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

‘what’s that supposed to mean?’ you glare at him.

his mouth opens and promptly shuts, leaving him looking like a gawping fish, ‘nothing.. look i’ll see you soon, okay? i’ve gotta take nance back..’ he places a hand on her back and basically pushes her out of the front room.

you exhale, spinning around to find that luckily everyone had gotten back to the game and ignored whatever the hell had just happened between you and steve, everyone except robin, who’s eyes were planted on you, that sad, pitying look.

she’s quick to jump up, already forcing her cup into your hand, ‘don’t even think about it.. it’s your birthday and that.. he’s not ruining your night, okay?’

you nod, appreciative of your best friend’s kindness and down the cup of liquor she’d handed to you, ready to squash the thought of steve out of your mind.

-

you wake up to robin poking your arm, groaning at the feeling in your head.

‘rob.. please no, i’m fragile,’ you grumble, but rolling over to face her, that cheeky grin on her face.

‘how ya feeling, buttercup?’ she asks.

‘like shit,’ you complain, curling up into the blanket.

‘well i’m not surprised, i’m glad you had a good night though,’ her hand reaches out to brush the hair from your face.

‘please tell me i didn’t embarrass myself?’

‘uh.. nah..’ she replies, slightly hesitant.

‘oh god… what did i do?’ you close your eyes, bracing for whatever embarrassing story she was about to relay.

‘well uh.. you remember kissing eddie, right?’

‘yeah.. just about..’

‘well.. you called him steve and then i caught you showing him to your room.. and that’s when i put you to bed.. see it’s not that bad,’ she tries to reassure you but she can’t stifle her smile.

you groan, pulling the duvet up and over your head, ‘no.. oh my god,’ you cringe at your own actions.

‘look, he was definitely way too drunk to remember.. don’t worry about it,’ she yanks the duvet down, exposing you to the harsh light.

‘i’m never drinking again, seriously,’ you complain, pouting at robin.

she laughs, ‘it’s really not that big of a deal.. trust me.’

‘i don’t believe you but i’m going to ignore all of that because i’m starving.. shall we get food?’

‘i am very down with that.. but you need to brush your damn teeth first,’ she giggles, moving away from you.

‘bitch,’ you joke, rolling out of the bed.

you were hoping to god that by some grace of god that eddie had forgotten. robin was the only person who knew of your unrequited love for steve and you were hoping that it’d stay that way.

-

you’re basically shaking as you walk into work, not wanting to face steve. it wasn’t exactly an argument but you were still pissed off with him and definitely didn’t want to stare into his grovelling eyes as he begs for your forgiveness.

there was no way you could stand up for yourself against him, no way you could ever tell him how much his and nancy’s relationship was hurting you, not without ending up telling him that you were head over heels for him.

you don’t see him as you walk into the store, waving at robin who flashes you a warning glance.

you look back, puzzled until you reach the back room and find steve on the phone, his knuckles white from his death grip on the piece of plastic.

he glances up at you before putting his other hand on the wall, ‘nancy, i have to go… no… i’m at work for fuck’s sake… look-… i’m going now… i’ll call you when i’m done,’ he slams the phone back onto the wall and sighs.

you silently place your things into your locker, your back to him.

‘well that didn’t sound great,’ you mumble, faffing about with your bag.

‘i just- i can’t.. every single day there’s something, i’m always in the wrong,’ he says, lightly hitting the brick wall.

you close your locker and look at him, ‘honeymoon phase has worn off, huh?’ you wanted to be kind but you were rightfully still pissed off at his disappearance on friday.

to be fair to steve, most of his relationships seemed to fizzle out by the second or third month, so to now only be experiencing this with nancy was an anomaly. girls got tired of his flirty nature and decided they’d had enough, or steve got bored, the excitement of a new relationship wearing off.

he scoffs, ‘yeah you can say that again.’

you raise your eyebrows, going to walk out of the room when his hand grabs your wrist, stopping you.

‘i just wanted to say i’m sorry.. i wanted to stay but nancy was complaining about something and if i’m not immediately jumping to her assistance then i get it in the neck,’ those soft eyes once again working their magic.

‘yeah.. it’s fine steve..’ his hand his still wrapped around your wrist and the simple feel of his fingers on your skin is enough to make you crumble.

‘no.. i’ve been a shitty friend- best friend, i wanna make it up to you, how about we do something after work? my treat?’ he blinks down at you, the corners of his lips twitching into a small smile.

‘no nancy tonight?’ it leaves your mouth without a second thought to how jealous it made you look.

he chuckles, ‘no, just me and my best friend.. like the old times.’

‘well.. if you’re paying, sure,’ you smile at him.

he rolls his eyes, dropping your wrist, ‘yes.. of course.’

before you can reply, the bell that resided on the front counter dings rapidly and you spin to see robin standing there abusing the metal dinger.

‘could use a little help out here, if you’re not too busy,’ she raises her eyebrows.

you walk out into the store, smiling to yourself for the duration of your shift, knowing that you were finally going to get some steve alone time.

-

sat in steve’s car after work, music playing out of the stereo and he’s quietly humming along and it feels exactly how it used to, before nancy was around, before your feelings had become incredibly complicated for him.

‘where are we going?’ you ask, still in your family video uniform, not wanting to have to be out in public in the green waistcoat.

‘i thought we could go and grab some food and then.. movie at yours?’

‘sounds good to me,’ you smile, ‘.. i’ve missed hanging out with you.’

you didn’t just miss hanging out with him, you missed him as a whole. how comfortable he’d be with you, how easy conversation just slipped off your tongue with him, sharing soft touches that now felt too awkward.

‘i missed you too.. i really am sorry that i’ve sorta just.. ditched you,’ he turns down the volume and pats your knee, causing your heart rate to go through the roof.

‘yeah.. you kinda did,’ you admit, shrugging.

he sighs, ‘i thought nancy was the one, you know? different than those other girls..’

‘you don’t think so anymore?’

‘i dunno.. she’s just always mad at me for something.. like i can’t do anything right,’ his shoulders slump.

‘maybe she’s just.. projecting.. i dunno, like she feels like she’s messing up and that’s how she’s showing it,’ it hurts to defend her, but you saw how much he was pining for her before they began dating, coming into work everyday with a new plan to make her agree to go out with him.

‘nah..’ he shakes his head, ‘i don’t think so.. like on your birthday she wanted to go, so we left and then we got back to her house and suddenly she was upset saying i should’ve stayed since it was your birthday.. like what the fuck?’

‘hmm.. i don’t know then,’ you shrug, looking down at your lap.

‘weird, right? anyway.. this is not about my relationship.. let’s stop talking about it,’ he pulls into the parking lot of your favourite burger chain.

-

the pair of you are lazing on the sofa, chatting over the movie playing on the tv when your phone rings causing steve to jump and knock over the half-empty can of beer.

‘nice one doofus,’ you say as you get up to answer the phone.

the voice on the other end takes you by surprise.

‘oh.. hello, nancy.. how are you?’ as soon as steve hears the name he shoots up from mopping up the liquid, shaking his head and motioning across his neck.

‘i am not here,’ he mouths.

‘uh… no, haven’t seen him since we finished work.. why is something wrong?’ you ask, glaring over at steve.

‘oh.. okay, well if i see him i’ll let him know… yeah, you too.. bye,’ you put the phone down and place your hands on your hips.

‘what the fuck, steve?’

‘what did she want?’

‘she wanted to know where you were.. apparently you were supposed to call after work,’ you stare at him, stern faced.

‘ohh shit, i forgot.. i’ll call her when i get home.. not that deep,’ he sits back on the couch and you join him although now further apart than you were before.

‘steve,’ you tut, ‘she sounds pretty pissed..’

‘when does she not?’ he rolls his eyes, ‘probably wants to yell at me for some shit i did or didn’t do right.’

‘i think she was just worried.. you better call her later and do not ever make me lie for you again, okay?’

steve turns his head to look at you fully, trying but failing to stop the laugh from coming out of his mouth, ‘you sounded like my mom then.. with your hands on your hips all bossy.’

‘oh shut up,’ you shove his shoulder, but can’t help the smile forming on your face.

he shuffles closer and leans his head down on your lap, eyes still looking up at you, ‘i’ve really missed this.. i hadn’t even thought about nancy once until then..’

you gaze down at him, trying to resist the urge to confess your feelings for him, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss his perfect pink lips.

‘it’s been nice.. you’re always nicer when you don’t have a girlfriend..’ you murmur.

he pouts up at you, ‘that’s not true.. i’ve been wanting to ask, what’s going on with you and eddie, huh?’

‘what? nothing,’ you shake your head, suddenly terrified of the possibility that those two had seen each other and eddie had told steve about your little freudian slip.

‘i’m just asking, you looked pretty close at your party.. that’s all,’ he sits up, leaning on his elbows, now only inches away from your face.

‘it was just a game, that’s it,’ you assure him, if only you could tell him just how much you didn’t want eddie, and wanted him instead.

‘so you don’t want me to put in a good word for you?’

‘no! besides, why would i want a boyfriend when i already have to put up with you?’ you joke, trying to change the subject.

‘you don’t put up with me you love me and love spending time with me,’ he smiles.

if only he knew just how much you really did love him.

‘hmm.. i suppose so,’ you admit defeat, he hadn’t broken eye contact once and quite frankly his stare was becoming quite intimidating.

you look back up at tv, hoping that he couldn’t feel the pounding in your chest, ‘you’re missing the movie.’

‘it’s boring anyway, i’m trying to talk to you,’ he pokes your arm, attempting to pull your attention back to him.

‘well i want to watch the film,’ you say pointedly, one more stare away from confessing your feelings for him and ruining years of your friendship.

‘look at me..’ he murmurs, another poke to your cheek which causes your eyes to flick back to his.

‘steve..’ you were seconds away from the words tumbling out of your mouth, his chocolate eyes softening at the use of his name. if this was how he acted with other girls when he was in relationship, there’s no surprise that it never worked out.

‘i just.. want your opinion on something, and be brutally honest,’ he shuffles closer, his back now leaning on your outstretched legs, ‘what do you think i should do about nancy.. truthfully.’

you sigh, ‘you really want me to be honest?’

‘yes,’ he nods.

you swallow, ‘i think.. i think you should end it.. i don’t think you’re happy and i don’t think she is either.. you’re only gonna end up hating each other if you keep dragging this out,’ it was entirely everything you wanted to say but it was your partial truth, sparing him of the details of your love.

‘okay,’ he exhales, ‘i feel like i’ve dated every last girl in this godforsaken town and i just.. i dunno.. it’s stupid.’

your heart beats faster, except me, ringing in your head.

‘you haven’t dated everyone.. maybe the one isn’t in hawkins.. how would you know?’ you say, biting your bottom lip.

‘i think she is.. i just.. don’t know if she knows it yet..’

you furrow your brows, puzzled, ‘what?’

‘i’m talking about..’ he trails off and breathes out before moving closer, softly placing his lips on yours.

you freeze for a second, unsure of what to do next. you’d thought about this exact situation many, many times but still had no idea how to react.

he pulls back, ‘shit.. i’m sorry..’ he goes to move away from you but you place your hand on his chest, causing him to look back into your eyes.

his lips crash onto yours again, slightly harder this time as you return the kiss, trying to pull him closer.

he sits up properly, not once breaking the kiss and moves his hand to caress your cheek.

‘mmm- no- steve..’ you pull away but his lips chase yours, lingering over your mouth as he groans.

‘w-what?’

‘i can’t.. i can’t do this,’ your hand attempts to push him back but he doesn’t budge.

‘why? what’s wrong?’ his eyes now open and looking back at your eyes brimming with tears.

you shake your head, ‘don’t do this to me if you don’t mean it,’ the lump in your throat growing.

‘i’m- sorry.. have i got the wrong idea here..’ he stumbles over his words, eyes searching your face.

you frown, unable to stop the tears from sliding down your cheek, ‘steve..’ here goes nothing, ‘if you’re just using me because you’re mad at nancy.. then don’t, god knows i’m far too in love with you to handle that..’ the lump finally dislodges and a sob escapes your lips.

‘i’m not.. you’re.. you’re in love with me?’ his face drops slightly and your heart sinks, immediately regretting ever saying anything.

you should’ve pushed him off. should’ve sent him home telling him to apologise to nancy. should’ve never kissed him back.

you nod, scoffing at the absurdity of it all, how your best friend, the man you were painfully in love had just kissed you and now you were admitting to your feelings in the strangest of situations.

he stares up at you, mouth agape and you want to just shove him away, completely unprepared for the inevitable rejection about to tumble out of his mouth.

‘i.. uh- i wish you’d said something..’

you look back up at him, wiping away the stream of liquid coming from your eyes, ‘what do you mean?’

he chuckles slightly and you freeze, was he going to laugh in your face? was he going to tell you that you were fucking stupid for ever thinking this could ever work?

but he just smiles up at you, ‘god.. i thought i was so stupid.. you know, i thought there was no was no way you would feel the same way.. you don’t give much away,’ he says.

you blink back at him, still digesting his words, trying to fully comprehend what he had just said, that your feelings weren’t just one sided.

you swallow, unable to find the correct words to reply to him.

‘are you okay?’ he dips his head down to touch his forehead with yours, maintaining the deep eye contact.

‘i-i.. oh my god.. i thought you were going to hate me..’ you stumble over the words, moving your hand to clasp his cheek.

your heart beats a thousand miles per hour in your chest, honestly surprised it hadn’t ripped through your skin by itself.

‘i don’t think i could ever hate you,’ he says, his breathe tickling your cheek.

he doesn’t believe you when you tell him how long you’d felt this way about him, you were so so sure that you’d given yourself away a multitude of times but steve wasn’t exactly the brightest nor the most observant.

and he sits there remembering all the times he was going to tell you about his feelings but chickened out, ‘you were so.. adamant about nancy.. so i just thought you weren’t interested.’

it really couldn’t be any further from the truth, only wanting to push him towards nancy to stop yourself from being hurt.

but now you didn’t have to, he was undoubtedly yours. there was no need to hide away or pretend that you were pleased about whichever new girlfriend he was bringing around this time, your best friend was yours.

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[suguruluver]

“you can take it”

warnings - f!reader, nsfw, 18+, angry sex?, praising, etc. lmk if i missed anything. please try to ignore any errors ❦ !!

summary - gojo catches you pleasing yourself and isn’t too happy abt it.. AHHHHHH.

wc - 765

you’ve never been this needy in a while. but your boyfriend satoru is working late tonight, again, so he won’t be home for a while now.

he hates when you leave him out, he hates being left out. satoru will find any chance to fill your desires. it has been a while since you guys did anything so maybe he won’t be so mad.

you reach into the special drawer next to the bed and take out your favorite vibrator. you were already soaked just by the thought of gojo fucking you. you turn the toy up to the max and place it on your puffy clit.

the vibrator sent chills up your spine sending signals to the ball of nerves in your clit. you get a little carried away and push two fingers in your cunt curling them continuously.

you hear the doors unlock. you were in trouble. you quickly turn on the tv and pull the covers over your exposed body.

“hi baby, im home!”

“ohh hey satoru, you’re home early.. i missed you!” you say with a shakey voice

“yup! i missed you too baby. it was an easy day, so my boss sent everyone home. but what have you been doing?” he says talking off his work clothes.

“o-oh nothing.. just watching some tv, heh.”

“why do you have the covers on? it’s at least 80 degrees in here” he says confused

“i just got cold. i ate the last bit of the ice so yeah” you lie

“what is that noise?? is it the tv?”

shit, the vibrator is still on vibrating against the bed. you move your hands underneath the covers quickly turning it off.

“y/n were you just playing with yourself? you know i don’t like being left out”

“u-uh no baby..”

gojo comes closer to you pulling the covers off.

“fuck y/n”

“why did you just lie to me?”

“because i thought you would get mad”

“oh im definitely mad” he says looking at your naked body tremble

you look down at gojos pants and see a large bulge growing. he’s turned on.

he starts to unbuckle his pants with urgency. his dick is so hard it’s hurting him. he needs a good fuck just like you do.

“open your legs y/n” he says sternly

you hesitate. but you want this so bad. why are you hesitant?

“open your fucking legs” looking deep into your eyes

he was so beautiful. those bright blue eyes. his skin was so perfect. it glowed. not a blemish in sight. his soft white hair shined effortlessly.

you listen and without any hesitation he’s pushes himself into you.

“fuckkk satoruu wait..— please” you beg

“hell no, this is what you wanted, right?”

he was so right.. you did want this

“answer me y/n.” “you did want this.”

“yes— fuck, i wanted this satoru.”

“that’s what i thought” he says thrusting into you harder. both of his hands reach for your waist keeping you from trying to run away.

“you’re so tight, squeezing me so good baby”

you’re speechless. his dick is so deep in you that you can’t even form simple words.

your eyes are closed shut. tears running down your face. gojo kissed you letting you know that you’ll be alright.

“its okay baby. you can take it.”

you hear a buzzing sound and before you can even open your eyes, he places the vibrator you were using on your clit.

“shittttt, fuck satoruu—“ you cry out from the amount of pleasure it just gave you

“mhm— i know baby let it out”

you can feel the knot in your stomach become tighter. you know that gojo is close too because of how much harder he was thrusting into you.

“damn y/n, im about to cum in this pretty pussy.” he says breathing heavily

“im coming satoru, fuckkk—”

with that, gojo lifts your waist up hitting your spot even more.

“come for me baby, please”

you start to spasm on his cock. your legs were shaking uncontrollably

your mouth is left in an “O” shape as you both release at the same time.

you both are breathing heavier and heavier.

“do you feel better love?” he says kissing your body

“mhm. a lot better, but are you still mad at me”

he shakes his head almost immediately “of course not baby, i just know how much you liked to get fucked when im mad” he explains

“let’s go freshen up” as he says that, he lifts you up carrying you to the bathroom

“just don’t do it again.” gojos says laughing

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[muwapsturniolo]

✯Bestfriend's Brother✯

Summary: Nick has a crush on his best friend's brother and doesn’t know how to tell her.

warning: nothing really lmao

MWW1 MWW2

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Nick was down bad.

He was currently stalking a certain boy on Instagram. Who was the boy? His best friend's older brother Florence. Florence was very attractive to Nick. He was 6'3, had nice brown skin, locs, and was a drummer.

To say Nick foamed at the mouth was an understatement.

He clicks on Florence's story and sees a video of Florence sitting on the ground as Y/n retwists his locs. without thinking twice, he calls Y/n's phone.

"Hello?" Florence's deep voice rings out. Nick basically jumps out of his skin, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck. "Hey Florence is Y/n busy?" Nick manages to get out.

"Yeah she's rig- Ow! Stop yanking so hard!"

"Stop fucking moving then!" Y/n's voice is heard in the background faintly. "Yeah, her heavy-handed ass is here. She's retwisting my hair so she couldn't answer the phone. Could I take a message?"

"Just wanted to know if she could hang out is all." Mumbling is heard before Florence responds. "She said come over. She's almost done ripping out my- Y/n imma fuck you up!" Nick giggles hearing the siblings fighting. He hangs up the phone, quickly changing and catching an Uber to the house.

He arrives quickly, the home of the siblings not being too far from his own. He walks inside and follows the sound of arguing. "You're yanking on purpose!"

"No, you're just tender-headed and don't know how to sit fucking still!"

Nick opens the room door and the siblings look at him in surprise. it's almost uncanny how much the two look alike, but It makes sense with the two being twins. That's mainly how Nick and Y/n became so close, both of them relating to being a twin.

"Nick! " She shouts excitedly. She stands up, giving him a side hug before going back to doing Florence's hair. "I should finish up soon! Then we could go out or something." Nick nods and settles down on the beanbag in the corner.

The two fall into a conversation, the subjects changing quickly. as they talk, Nick can't help but to keep eyeing Florence, watching as his jaw clenches when Y/n separates the hair, or how his arms flex in his muscle tee when he hands Y/n a hair clip. The two males suddenly make eye contact and Nick freezes, does he give him a smile? Should he play it off like he was looking at something else?

Florence grunts and rolls his eyes making Nick want to curl up into a ball. Did he just make himself seem weird? Is Florence annoyed with him? Maybe he should leave and blame it on not feeling well.

"Ok!" Nick jumps and looks at Y/n who pushes Florence away from her. " You're done, now pay up!" She holds her hand out. The boy rolls his eyes, "go to my room and grab my wallet."

Y/n skips out of the room, leaving the boys alone.

"You like parties?" Florence randomly asks. Nick points to himself, "Me?" he questions. Florence chuckles and stands up, stretching his body out. Nick watches as his shirt rides up, the happy trail coming into view.

"Yes, you Nick. I wanted to know if you were up for a party this weekend."

His mouth runs dry at the question. He hates parties, but if Florence is inviting him, maybe he could go?

"I'll go... Is Y/n going?" Florence nods, taking his phone out. “Yeah,”

Nick swears he hears Florence mutter “unfortunately” but he has to be wrong. It has to be his disappointment that his best friend is tagging along that's making him hear things.

He begins to feel bad.

What’s wrong with him? Why does he want to be alone with Florence so badly?

He shakes his head, ridding those thoughts and smiles at Florence.

So here they are, at the party. Nick had lost track of Y/n a long time ago, so he stayed in the corner nursing a drink and scrolling through his phone.

"I invited you to this party to socialize Nicholas." He looks up and sees a half-lidded Florence. It's clear as day he was smoking, the weed making his eyes red. "Y/n was swapped away by a group of girls so I just stayed here." The taller of the two hums before taking Nick's hand.

"Dance with me then." Nick quickly shakes his head, going on a spiel on how he doesn't dance. "come on, you're not Corbin blue, dance with me!" He begins to drag Nick where everyone is. Florence starts moving his body to the beat of the song, trying to get Nick to do the same. Nick slowly begins to do so, his actions still shy.

The song changes to Intimidated by Kaytranada and H.E.R, and the two of them begin to get closer, Florence's hands grabbing his waist. Nick's heart begins to race and he goes to pull away, but Florence pulls him closer, "Relax, just dance with me." He whispers in Nick's ear.

Nick sucks in a breath and does as told. Their bodies move together, swaying with the beat.

Don't wanna waste the feel (feel) Like we could make it real 

Nick can't tell if he's hallucinating or not, it looks like Florence is getting closer to him.

Don't run away when you could be lovin' me

He's not hallucinating, Florence is in fact getting closer to him. He can feel his breath fanning over his face, mainly on his lips. Nick's mind begins to run a mile a minute, is Florence going to make a move on him? Is he even Florences type? Nick is so in his head, he doesn't notice Florence smiling at him.

Don't overthink when you could be lovin' me

"Nick"

He snaps out of it and looks at the taller boy, only to be pulled into a kiss. It shocks him at first, but he feels his whole world blossoming into color. The music and chatter around them now sounding muffled.

The kiss lasts for a few seconds before they pull away from each other, breathing softly.

"Y/n can't know."

That was around a month ago.

Within that month, the two males spent time fooling around behind Y/n's back. Always giving lingering looks, small touches of affection, and even makeout sessions when Y/n is sleeping.

Nick knew it was wrong to be going behind Y/n's back like this, especially because they made a deal with each other.

"No dating each other's family members."

But, he couldn't help it. He could never get Florence out of his head. He always found him attractive, from the first day he met him. He knew he had a crush on the boy, but he never wanted to break the pact he made. Unfortunately, his best friend's brother was the one for him.

Here they are today, currently making out in Florence's room. Y/n had to go get groceries, so she told Nick to just wait for her to come back. The two took the chance, both knowing how long the girl could take in getting groceries.

Little did they know, the store had nothing the girl needed.

"Hey Flo have you seen-" the two jump apart hearing the girl's voice in the room. They look to the door and see her staring with wide eyes.

"Y/n..."

She quickly walks away, Nick jumping up and following her. "Y/n wait! Let me explain!"

"How long Nick?" She turns abruptly and crosses her arms. Nick hates being on the receiving end of the dirty look she's giving. he's so used to giving the look with her to other people.

"A month..." he confesses softly.

"A MON-" she stops herself from yelling and takes a deep breath. "You have been going behind my back, making out with my brother for a month straight? Nick we made a pact!"

"I know! I know, but Y/n just hear me out!"

She shakes her head, being stubborn about the situation. "No! I don't want to hear anything! You broke a promise! How would you feel if I slept with Matt or Chris?!"

" Ok well Florence and I have never slept with eachother-GOOD-" Nick gives her a look. " -But honestly, I might be grossed out at the thought but I wouldn't be mad about it...especially if you were happy," he answers honestly. He didn't want Y/n to be mad at him, he would honestly cry if the girl suddenly decided to stop being his best friend.

She stares at Nick, still pissed off but she doesn't have her defensive stance anymore. "Why my brother? My twin!"

"I developed a small crush on him when we first met... I know you don't get it Y/n but you would know what I mean if you weren't related."

Y/n scrunches her face up at the thought, "ew no! Nick shut up that's my brother! He's not even cute! He's ugly."

Florence rounds the corner, his shirt now on much to Nick's dismay. "We are literally twins Y/n. If I'm ugly that means you're ugly."

"No you're ugly, I'm cute as fuck... And shut your mouth! At the moment I don't like you!" Florence rolls his eyes and walks over to Y/n, pulling her into a hug, "Awww come on. You can't be mad at me. I'm your favorite brother! And I really do like Nick."

"You're my only brother dumb ass-" she hugs him back, relaxing in his hold. "- And I guess this is ok... I just don't like the fact you guys hid this from me."

Nick frowns at her words, " I know and I'm sorry... I love you." She smiles at Nick and pulls him into the hug. The three stand there, embracing each other with smiles on their faces.

"Alright let's lay down rules! No kissing in front of me, I might die, and no hogging Nick! He was my friend first, so you only get him on weekends and maybe when I'm sleeping!" Florence chuckles and kisses Nick's cheek.

Y/n punches Florence's arm making him wince, "What did I just say?!" She rolls her eyes and turns to Nick with a smirk on her face.

"And since you're dating my brother, that means I can stop turning Matt down!" Nick gives her a look but agrees anyway. "fine, that's only fair but the same rules apply!" He turns to Florence only to whip back to Y/n, "Wait! Matt has been flirting with you and asking you out?!"

She giggles and skips away to her room, "You two go back to making out, I'm going to text Matt and plan a date." With that her door closes and the two boys are left together.

" Want to go back to my room or should we piss her off and make out on the couch?" Nick laughs and pulls Florence towards the couch.

"This is payback for her not telling me about Matt."

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3RD FIC FOR MUWAP WEEK. i love this sm yall dont get it!!! I hope y'all don't mind that I made y'all nick's best friend and gave the love interest a name, I just really wanted to use the name! Also, I lowkey see Florence to be lukka sabbat but that's just me, imagine florence however yall want!!!

TMRWS FIC....

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Housewife Halloween (I)

Summary: Sam hates Halloween. When he catches his girlfriend dressed up and playing as his wife, he realises the day might not be so bad, after all. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Stanford times. Fluff. Teasing. Wife kink. 

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Sam scoffed as he walked past the Halloween decorations. The whole month, Stanford was just decorated up and down with skeletons, witches, ghosts and all that crap, and now... now it was officially Halloween.

And God, he hated it.

He didn't even get what the big deal was. It was like all of a sudden everyone was five again, and wanted to go crazy for the holiday.

Jess had been asking him non-stop to do some group costume and go bar hopping, but he had said no so many times she gave up after a few too many of them. Most of his friends called him a buzzkill after that, but he didn't mind. He had you, at home, a loving girlfriend who didn't judge him and respected his boundaries.

Sam just wanted to go home, cuddle you and pretend it was November or something. Watch something that wasn't scary at all, without even looking at any candy, and let Halloween pass by without noticing it.

When he unlocked the door of your shared place, he was surprised to find you standing in the living room, dressed like you'd come straight back from the fifties, with your hair curled and pinned and a very round dress.

"Honey, you're home!" you quipped.

He stood, frozen, on his feet, taking in your look as you walked over to him, standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

The two of you had been living together since he moved out of his old dorm - a bit over a month after the incident when he hurt his back.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here so early," you walked behind him, taking off his jacket before Sam could even think of what you were saying. "Take a seat, dinner is on its way."

He blinked, following you into the kitchen, sniffing around, surprised at the great smell.

"Did you order take out?" he asked. It smelt really good.

You just giggled.

"Of course not, silly," you grabbed an apron from your side, and he raised his eyebrows at how it was stained with red. "I cooked for us."

Alright, this was weird.

He looked at you and then the stove, and stood up, stopping you by grabbing your shoulders.

Either something very dangerous was going on or you were up to something.

"What is going on?" he asked, careful.

You rolled your eyes, laughing, and your shoulders relaxed.

"Alright, you got me," you rolled your eyes. "It's a costume. What do you think?"

He frowned, looking at your clothes.

"What are you supposed to be?" Sam asked.

You stepped back and twirled in front of him.

"A murderous housewife," you smiled.

He chuckled. Well, now the apron was explained.

"I found this dress and those petticoats in the thrift store, and they are actually vintage," you explained. "And I didn't want to ruin it with blood, so I just did that with the apron and borrowed one of your knives."

Sam lost his smile, glancing at the knife on the counter. It was one of the knives he kept for safety reasons.

"That is not a toy," he reminded you.

You pouted.

"But Sam," you whined.

"If you told me you wanted a knife for your costume, I could get you a toy one," he told you, emphatically. “But not that one.”

His former life as a hunter was something he had touched very little on. Yes, you knew he had some sketchy things in his childhood, but never pressed him on it or said anything when he made sure you and your home were protected.

Your pout grew more, and you flushed, looking guilty.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

Sam sighed. You looked so cute like that.

"You're forgiven," he assured you. "And why are you dressed up?"

Your lips curled in a shy smile.

"My Sorority is having a Halloween party," you explained. "It's gonna be at midnight."

Sam nodded along. You were part of one of the sororities there, and while you didn't live with them, you were always involved in their events - be it in presence or planning.

"I know you hate Halloween," you told him and bit your lower lip. "It is really quick.”

He watched your face, and his eyebrows knitted together in a frown when he realised you looked like you really wanted to say something.

“What?’ he asked.

“I was… you know… thinking you could come, maybe?” you asked, softly. “You don’t even have to dress up.”

His shoulders sagged and Sam had to stop himself from scoffing, knowing his face didn't look very happy.

"Baby..." he sighed.

"How about I serve us dinner?" you stepped away from him. "And if you don't want to go after that, we won't."

He sighed.

"Alright," you walked back to the table. "Do your best."

You giggled and Sam watched you go, stepping to the counters in the tiny kitchen of your home, puffy skirt swirling around and tight curls bouncing on your shoulders, causing his cock to swell the littlest bit.

He shouldn't get horny seeing you like that.

Sam was a feminist, for fuck's sake! Perhaps, it was the part of him who wanted the stable home he never had, or maybe you just looked too sexy in that dress, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking of the future, of living in a nice house in the suburbs where he would come home to see you making dinner or folding laundry, and welcoming him in that same voice, sweet as honey with your little 'welcome home, husband'.

It was such a caveman idea.

And yet, here he was, trying to will his cock into staying soft.

His thoughts were interrupted by the clanking of plates and looked down to see a meal of chicken and rice, along with steamed vegetables on the side.

"I hope you like it honey," you leant in his direction, kissing his forehead before moving back.

You sat by his side and he had to mask his surprise. Yes, he knew you had been trying to get better at cooking, but this was the first time you presented him with a full homemade meal, and it just looked delicious. It wasn't like the greasy diner food he was so used to getting, it was actually made at home and with love.

He ate it hungrily, unable to even pretend he wasn't used to it, trying to savour every bite.

Sam didn't even realise he had gotten carried away before he raised his eyes and found you staring at him, blushing deeply, completely flushed.

"Sorry," he said quickly, laughing nervously. "It's just... it's really good."

You smiled, very embarrassed.

"It's just chicken, Sam," you shrugged.

He shook his head.

"It's amazing," Sam insisted. "You made it really well. You are... such a good wife."

Your cheeks flushed even more at the little quip, and you lowered your gaze, looking just like you did anytime he praised or degraded you during sex, or even teased you about it.

Sam was glad to see your reaction. He had worried he might have scared you with such a declaration, but seeing you look a little meek, all flushed, was adorable.

You leant in your direction, rubbing his nose on yours, and smirked when your eyes drifted closed and your lips parted, waiting for a kiss that he didn't place on your lips, sucking in a breath when you reached for your neck, holding it gently and placing his lips on the other side of it.

"My good wife," he whispered. "My perfect little wife."

You whimpered, moving your face as Sam pulled back, reaching for his lips, but he just moved back.

"Sam," you whined. "Don't be mean."

"I'm the man of the house," he reminded you. 'I know what my wife needs."

You whimpered, and he pushed his chair back, spreading his legs, thinking of what he was going to do next.

"Put dinner in the fridge," he instructed you. "I'll be waiting for you in the living room."

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Hey there ! I adore your aemond fics and i would loveee to read smth about aemonds curly hair ( we all know he straighten his hair every morning!!) like the reader just loving his curly hair 🥴🥴🥴🫶🏻🫶🏻

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good hair day

modern!aemond doesn't really like his curls but you adore them.

you wait patiently for your boyfriend, staying on his bed. you wear nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of knee socks. his bed is so soft under you, it takes great amount of effort to not fall asleep.

aemond comes out of bathroom wearing only his sweatpants. his chest is covered with lovely drops of water and his hair is still slightly wet from the shower he took.

he looks at you with a little smile on his face, you sit on bed when he comes closer. he sits on the edge of the bed and leans in to give you kisses.

"your-hair. still wet." you say, between his kisses.

you leave the bed, knowing it will distract you from your sleep. you return with a dry towel in your hands, climb on bed and stay on your knees behind him.

you guide him to stay between your thighs as you dry his hair with slow movements. his hair smells so nice, you can't help but lean and kiss his lovely locks.

as the water leaves his hair, you notice how pretty it looks, shaped in curls and perfectly shiny. you let go of the towel and squeeze his locks in your hands slowly, to make them more curly.

"you have the most perfect hair, i have no idea why you straighten your locks when it looks so beautiful." you say.

"because using straight hair is always easier for me. the curls only look like this when they are wet, when my hair is dry they look frizzy."

you hum quietly, still moving your fingers in his hair. "you could use some products to make them look fine."

he smiles softly even though you don't see his face. "what's with the sudden obsession with my curls, hmm? i thought you liked my hair when i straighten it."

you hold his shoulders, and he easily pulls you to his lap. "i love your hair, curly or straight, but this is your natural hair and it looks so beautiful! and it's so fun to play with, i could spend hours just playing with your curls."

he holds your face and kisses you on your lips. you hold the back of his head, gently rubbing the skin. he makes a quiet sound when you move your fingers to ease off the pressure there.

"can you- can you keep your hair like this just for tomorrow? we'll stay at home all day, i'll be the only one who sees you with curly hair."

he rolls his eyes playfully. "fine. but you have to help me with shaping them properly."

"of course! i promise you won't have a bad hair day!"

you are so cheerful, it makes him want to frown and smile at the same time. he often feels like this because he can't say no to you when you're being so adorable.

"and this is just for one day, okay? you cannot ask me to do this again because i hate it when my hair looks messy and frizzy which is exactly what my curls feel like. is that clear, sweetheart?"

you nod, knowing perfectly well that you'll ask for this again. "mm-hmm. yes, aemond."

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[lidiasloca]

Hellloooooooooo

Might I request a humble Cassian x reader? Angst that ends in fluff. Maybe the reader gets captured on a mission and seriously hurt and Cassian comes and saves her? Or maybe something where the reader has been bottling up her emotions, like her depression, and something random just makes her break down?

I just need Cassian comfort. 🩷

during the bad days (cassian x reader)

(fluff)

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“Y/n, you’ve really forgotten the paints? Again?” Feyre had complained this morning.

“I needed those reports last week,” Rhys told you, clearly irritated. 

“You never go out with us anymore,” Mor stated. 

Amern followed the blonde. “You better keep up with Cassian’s rhythm, you boring girl.”

“Can you - no, concentrate, Y/n. How can you be so far behind the rest of the girls?” Azriel said to you during your training. 

And that had been the last straw.

You tried to remain composed for the rest of the training, but once it was over, you ran to your and Cassian’s room in the House of Wind. Eternally thankful that he was busy in a meeting with the High Lady.

This last week, it seemed like everything -everyone- was against you. And you would hate to tell your mate that part of the reason you were crying and curled on yourself on the bed, was his friends. 

So you planned to not linger too long in bed; just a few minutes of letting yourself finally cry, and then, you should be fine for another week. Or so you hoped. 

As you soothed yourself with these thoughts, you felt something warm within your soul. Cassian. 

Realization hit you in an instant - you had let him feel absolutely everything through the bond. 

Then a knock on the door. 

You swiftly sat up, using your sleeves to dry your face. 

Cassian walked in, his steps careful. He said nothing as he closed the door behind him and walked to where you were still seated on the bed. 

“I felt you through the bond,” he told you gently while he knelt in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. 

You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you. And quickly, you moved to hide your face in your mate’s neck, not being able to hold his gaze as tears kept wetting your cheeks. 

“Baby,” he murmured against your hair as he moved his hand to trace circles on your neck. “What is it?” The soft way he spoked disarmed you utterly. It always did.

“I’ve just -” you tried, but felt a pressure in your throat.

He leaned in to kiss the top of your head. “Take your time.”

“It’s just been a difficult week - I don’t know,” you mumbled.

He held your chin and made you meet his worried eyes. “How so?”

You thought again and again about a way to put it. Your friends, it sounded too violent; and it scared you, the thought of hurting him if you confessed it. 

“I’ve been stressed, I guess.”

But Cassian could read you too well. “Y/n,” he urged.

You sighed and let yourself some second of silence before saying, “They - I feel they have been harsh on me these days.”

Your mate raised an eyebrow. “They?” But he realized a beat later; his lips became pressed together as he closed his eyes tight. 

You panicked at the sight of your mate, suddenly so mad “Cassian…” 

He raised to his feet, making your body miss the warmth of him. “All of them?” His voice sounded like a quiet threat.

“Well - yes,” you mumbled.

Looking up at him, you saw how he ran a hand over his face. “What?” he demanded dangerously softly, his jaw clenched. “What have they done?”

“Just - just some things that they said-”

He growled. “I will speak to them.”

“No! No! Cassian, they did nothing wrong. I’m just… sort of susceptible these days. Please don't hold it against them.”

“Baby…”

“I’m serious Cass; don’t tell them anything.”

“So am I” he replied, but this time, his voice was different; harsher, angrier. “I am very serious. If my family disrespected my mate, then I sure as hell will talk to them.”

You closed your eyes at his tone, silent tears cascading down your face once again. “Y/n, love,” Cassian breathed, immediately kneeling again. His hand cupped your face once more, brushing away the tears. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You looked into his hazel eyes, trying to tell him that it was okay, that you were being overdramatic, but you couldn’t seem to get any words out. 

“Baby, please. Please don’t cry,” he said, guilt clear in his voice. 

“No, I’m - it’s not you. I’m just - I don’t know,” you gabbled. It didn’t seem to bring your mate any comfort, so you simply moved to hug him. With Cassian kneeling, the angle happened to be somewhat awkward, but that didn't stop you one bit from holding him even tighter. He did the same.

“I just want this day to end,” you murmured.

And as if he took that as a cue, with his arms around your middle, he lifted you as he raised. “Cass?” 

He only shushed you tenderly as he leaned to lay you in the bed, then pulled the covers to cover you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “It’s still evening.”

“We’ll end the day sooner, then,” he said nonchalantly as he started getting on the bed as well. Once inside, you turned your face to him, trying to make him see how much calmer you were.

He traced your smile with his thumb, just as he had wiped your tears not long before.

“I love you,” you found yourself whispering.

He returned your smile, so beautiful and genuine.

“I know,” he whispered back.

-Characters by Sarah J. Maas

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well I'm a star wars fan so i had to - HAD TO- write the "i love u, i know." especially with cassian, cause hello? cassian and han solo, oh yes. this is not proofread btw, not really. thanks for the lovely request.

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[kiiwiigii]

Beautiful

Jasper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jasper helps you calm down in the middle of a rough day.

Warnings:

Fluff

Word Count: 800+

Requested?: Yes! By @twilightlover2007 Enjoy sweet pea!

May I request Jasper helping his mate through a bad ADHD day? Her clothes are bugging her and all she wants to do is curl up in a soft fuzzy blanket.  Sounds are too loud and she just wants to listen to rain. Her mind is buzzing like an angry bee and she just wants to not think. Jasper is her safe space helping her tune out the world. Please and thank you!(let me know if you have any question!)

A/N: My first Jasper fic! Yay!

I couldn’t even think. Or rather, I was overthinking. My thoughts were scrambled and I couldn't clear my head no matter how hard I tried. There was too much going on. It was too loud. Too many voices. Too many sounds. My clothes were too scratchy, making my skin itch all over. And it was too bright. I twitched and fidgeted in my chair. I just wanted to go home and curl up in bed.  

I slumped down into my seat, my head on my desk. I hated study hall. It was always too overstimulating, and I couldn’t calm down long enough to focus on anything. Instead, I just tended to panic. 

In fact, I could feel that panic starting to build. 

There was a knock on the door. 

“Y/N?" 

I looked up at Mrs. Snyder, her aging face made more severe by her gray hair she often pulled back into a bun. I was surprised to see Jasper standing next to her. My heart leapt at the sight of him, a small smile on his face. His eyes were a bright molten gold, and I knew he had fed over the weekend.  

"Jasper says you have a joint project that you’re working on for history. Why don’t you head to the library?" 

I looked confused before quickly schooling my expression into one of acknowledgment and had to keep myself from moving too fast in my excitement to get away. I met Jasper by the door, which he graciously held open for me. 

"Ma'am.” He inclined his head at me playfully. 

“Why thank you, sir.” I drawled, imitating his accent. 

Jasper full-out grinned. 

Score for me. 

Once outside the classroom, Jasper pulled me into his arms, his calming scent washing over me, and I felt the calming waves of his gift following right behind. I sighed, finally able to relax in the quiet of the hall, my panic starting to ebb. 

“I’m sorry, Jazz.” I whispered into his chest. “Did I distract you?" 

"You always distract me.” He answered quietly. 

His hands rubbed up and down my back soothingly. 

“Let’s get out of here, darlin’." 

I looked up at him in surprise. 

"Why Jasper Hale! Are you suggesting that we skip school??" 

He shushed me with a finger to my lips, looking around conspiratorially.  

"The others might hear." 

I snorted. "I don’t think they care, Jazz." 

Jasper cocked his head to the side for a moment. 

"Alice disagrees." 

"Love you too, Al."

Jasper chuckled before pulling away and taking my hand, placing a light kiss across my knuckles. 

"Come on, darlin’." 

We walked out of the building and across the back field until we were in the woods, just out of sight. Jasper picked me up, swinging me onto his back. 

"Hold on." 

I tightened my arms around him as he took off, burying my face in the back of his neck. In less than a minute we were in my backyard, and Jasper had scaled the side of the house to my third-story window. It slid open easily and he helped me inside. 

"I thought we discussed not leaving your window unlocked.” He frowned disapprovingly as he shut it, flicking the lock closed with emphasis.  

I gave him an innocent smile as I began taking my top off. Jasper was suddenly facing the other direction, combing through my dresser, before handing me my favorite soft top and pajama bottoms.  

“Nice try, darlin’." 

But his tone gave him away. I had taken him by surprise, and it was a nice distraction from my itchy skin and still buzzing thoughts. I quickly changed, Jasper turning around right as I finished pulling my top down. He stood there for a moment, just watching me with a content look on his face. I fidgeted with the long sleeves of my top. 

"What?” I asked nervously. 

He grinned and shook his head. “You’re beautiful." 

I blushed a bright red as he pulled me in close, arms wrapping around my waist. I felt his emotions flood through me for a brief moment and I was stunned into silence at his sincerity. 

"You’re beautiful and you’re mine. All mine. Like you were made just for me."

I buried my head into his chest again, a giddy embarrassment flooding through me. His fingers found their way under my chin, tilting my head back as he ducked his head, lip caressing mine in a sweet but deep kiss.

After a moment he let me go so I could breathe and led me over to the bed, pulling me next to him and covering us both with my favorite blanket and then a second to keep me warm from his cold body. 

I let myself sink further into him, my muscles relaxing as his scent invaded my nose. Jasper’s hand trailed through my hair soothingly, his chin resting on top of my head. Before long I could hear the rain pelting against my window, lulling me into a light sense of sleep.

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