#I was just discussing this with a friend and now I’m very curious

[femmeholograms]

please tell me in the tags what is the thing/fandom/community/hobby that prompted you to become an extremely online person

what is your internet origin story? on which parts of the web have you previously lived?

#I was just discussing this with a friend and now I’m very curious #I started being online when I was 12 and I was a computer lab on my lunch break person #I was v active on the Meg Cabot forums and Gaiaonline #but the thing that made me the internet citizen I am today is the YouTube community circa 2010-2016 #h speaks

[mavigator]

i talked about it a little bit already but i have things to say about it. for context, i was born with amniotic band syndrome. the amniotic band wrapped around my left wrist in utero and stunted the growth of my hand. i was born with about half a palm, four nubs for fingers, and a twisted half of a thumb. i can open and close my thumb and pinkie joint like a claw.

yesterday at work i had a shift in the room with 5-10 year old kids. i had my left hand hidden in my sleeve (a bad habit of mine). a kid asked if he could see my hand, and even though internally i was debating running into traffic, i said “sure you can” and showed him my hands. he stared for a moment, looking disturbed, and then said “i don’t want to look at that anymore”. that hurt to hear, but i understand that kids are new to the world and he probably didn’t mean it out of malice. i put my hand away again, told him that it was okay, and that i was just born that way.

he then went on to talk about how he knows a kid with a similar hand to mine and called it “ugly”. i told him that wasn’t a very kind thing to say and that he wouldn’t feel good if someone said that to him, and he replied that no one would say that to him—because he has “normal hands”, and he’s glad he does because otherwise he’d be “ugly”. i tried to talk with him for a bit about how everybody is born differently, but he just started talking about a girl he knows with a “messed up face” and pulled on his face to make it look droopy. i went on some more about how it wasn’t very kind to talk about people that way, but the conversation moved on to something else.

i’ve told my supervisors about it and they’re going to have a talk with his mom. what i wanted to say is this: i’m genuinely not upset with the kid. kids are young and naturally curious, and he clearly simply hasn’t been taught about disabled people and kind ways to speak to/about others. which is why i am upset with his parent(s). i know he’s encountered visibly deformed/disabled people before (he said so himself!), yet his parent(s) clearly haven’t had any kind of discussion with him about proper language and behavior. i knew from birth that some people were just different than others, but my parents still made a point to assert to be kind to and accepting of others. i wonder if adults in his life are the type of people to hush him and usher him away when he points out someone in a wheelchair. that kind of thing doesn’t teach politeness. it tells children that disabled people are an Other than can’t be acknowledged or spoken about; which, to a child, means disability must be something bad.

i’m lucky enough that this was a relatively mild incident, and that i’m a grownup with thicker skin. i’m worried about the other kids he mentioned to me. has he been talking to them this way? when i was a kid, i had other kids scream, cry, and run away at the sight of my hand. or follow me around pointing at me and laughing at me. or tell me i couldn’t do something because i was ugly or incapable or whatever. one time a girl at an arcade climbed to the top of the skeeball machine, pointed at me, and screamed at me to put my hand away and wouldn’t stop crying until she couldn’t see me anymore. another time, a kid saw my hand, screamed at the top of her lungs, and ran into my friend’s arms, crying hysterically about how i was scaring her. that second incident made me cry so hard i threw up when i got home. i can kind of laugh it off now, but having people react to me that way as a child is something i’m still getting over. why do you think i have a habit of keeping my hand in my sleeve? it just irritates me to see children that have clearly not been taught basic manners and kindness—their parents Clearly missed something pretty important .

#and for the record i consider my deformity pretty mild. maybe i’m just used to it but things like amniotic band syndrome can turn out a lot #more severe. i rarely even call myself disabled because i don’t feel like the term is applicable to me. i’m more hindered by like #my adhd anxiety depression etc than i am my hand. so for those kids to react that way to what i THINK #is a pretty small thing. makes me worry about people that are more visibly disabled #Kids.That are more visibly disabled

[writingsbychlo]

be yours | azriel

summary; you ask azriel how it's possible he's still single.

word count; 1850

notes; y'all seem to like the short and sweet ones, so, here's this! I don't know where this came from but it's cute as hell.

“I don’t get it, Az.” You sighed, turning your focus back to the three books balanced in your arms, muttering an initial under your breath as your gaze scanned along the shelf. He only smiled, brows raising a little, indulging you with curious silence as he waited for you to be ready to continue your sentence. 

“Don’t get what?”

“You. It. All of it.” At that, his smile was tainted, still there but he felt his brows pull together, a soft laugh leaving his lips. At the sound, you finally turned back to face him, a smile breaking out on your own face, book search temporarily forgotten. He loved it; getting your attention. He was selfish like that, didn’t care about admitting it, because when you looked at him, when you gave him your undivided, precious attention, all for him, he revelled in it. “I just don’t understand how…” 

Your words fizzled out, lips purring together, and for a moment, he thought you might be considering how best to phrase whatever was on your mind. Your focus moved back to the books, wandering a few feet away down the aisle, robes swishing delicately around you, only to place it back on the shelf, lingering for a second. That was when he caught it, the slight pink hue that had risen to your cheeks, the soft blush that trailed all the way up to your ears.

He stood, his curiosity for your words bordering on insanity now, straightening from where he’d been leaning on your piled-high cart of books. 

“Are you going to finish that sentence?”

“No, I don’t think I will.” Ever the stubborn, proud woman he’d met on that very first day, you hummed to punctuate your sentence, as though to end the discussion there. As if that would stop him. You took a few further steps away, and he followed, shadows darting out in excitement as he unleashed them, letting them swirl around you happily like puppies meeting a friend, and your soft gasp and pretty giggle had his heart racing. 

You were effectively distracted, enough so that when he snatched the books from your arms he met no resistance, a grin on his face at the shock on yours. “Finish the sentence.”

“No.” You reached for the books, and he shifted, reaching them high up over his head, and you scowled at him, hands on your hips, the blue stone sitting primly in the centre of your forehead glittering under the faelights, like it was teasing him the way he was teasing you. 

“The more you hold out, the worse I’m going to assume it is.”

Your indignant huff told him he’d won this battle already, even after a few more seconds of dragged-out silence played with his nerves. 

He wasn’t too sure how he’d gotten here. To the point of teasing a cheeky priestess in the aisles, bunking off his duties to follow you through the library as you replaced books on shelves and fetched new ones for the scholars. It had all seemed to snowball to this point right here, to his utter inability to stay away from you. 

It had all started a little over a year ago. He’d been on another trip to the library, head hung low with a rather large amount of shame as various priestesses glanced at him. None held obviously judging looks, none whispered when he was near, but his shadows had been coiled so tightly to his body that even the blue of his siphons barely shone through. They knew what he did, or, most of them did. The few who attended training had heard of his necklace incident; whether from Gwyn herself or Nesta and Emerie’s gossiping he wasn’t sure, but he knew they knew.

While Gwyn herself had forgiven him, after a lot of apologising and explaining and, frankly, a lot of deep self-evaluation, it still made it awkward to come down here. He wanted to be quick, in and out, with the books that he needed for his latest task. Clotho had called forward someone to help him find what he was looking for, and he waited for the silent tension to begin. The judgement, the priestess who would walk silently beside him, feminist anger rolling off of them in waves, shoving his books into his arms before leaving without even bidding him a goodbye. 

However, he hadn't expected a new face, someone who must only be here because of so much pain, and yet was still somehow smiling. Smiling at him. Offering her hand and shaking his with no regard for his scars, giving a name and taking his hastily scrawled list of books before leading him away. You had gotten lost a couple of times, still new, chatting all the way around, and he’d been stunned. He’d been intrigued. He’d been happy. 

So, he did exactly what he should have done from the beginning of his life. He refused to get attached, to let a simple spark grow into something more, something toxic. He’d stayed far, far away. It had been him who had run with the books without even a goodbye this time. 

That hadn't stopped it. No, if anything, it had only made it worse. He’d thought of you at all times of the day, he could all but hear your voice reading the book as he scanned the pages, a tug along his very soul drawing him back down to that library every time he wandered the halls of his own home. Then, Gwyn had convinced you to come to training, and he was forced to touch, to teach, to talk. He was forced to watch you strip off those robes and your pretty priestess garb, swapped out for tight leathers leant to you by your friend that had made every thought in his head disintegrate to filth. 

He hadn't been able to stay away. He was a helpless both, and you were a brightly burning flame. He was a bumblebee and you were the prettiest flower on a spring day. He was- he was a pathetic, love-starved warrior, and you were the other half of his missing soul.

And that was how he’d found himself here; staring down at you, cheeks almost sore from grinning as you stared back up at him through your lashes, before stiff lines on your body melted away with surrender, shoulders sagging. 

“So?”

“All I was going to say, was that I don’t understand you.” He offered the books back to you, giving you a distraction to look away from him as you caved, confessing whatever you’d locked up. “I know about that whole thing with Gwyn and the High Lady’s sister. I mean, it’s all anybody would tell me about after you started to come around more, warning me off, or whatever.” You waved a hand, dismissing it easily, dismissing it like it hadn't been one of his most crushing fears in those first few months. 

That made his smile soften, his hand taking your own out of the air. He smoothed his thumbs over your knuckles, your sights honing in on it for a second, and that sweet pink blush was back. It was quickly becoming his favourite colour. 

“But, you’re not mated. You’re not married, you’re not even dating anybody. I don’t get it, Azriel. Look at you. You’re a catch. You could have anyone in Velaris, male or female, with little more than a smile and a flirty comment.” He couldn't help the smirk that took over his face as you all but gaped at yourself, cutting a look to him out of the side of your eye. 

Your hand snatched back from his, and he wondered if this might be one of those rare times you gave him a vulgar gesture for his antics. He loved knowing he could pull such passionate reactions from you. Just like now, as the colour on your cheeks deepened to near-red. He liked that even more, wanted to think of other ways to bring colour to your cheeks like that, imaging that maybe-

“Even with your less-than-stellar personality, that is.” You just had to knock him down a couple of pegs, your shocked expression switching with him, until he was the one with parted lips and you were smirking. He wouldn't let anyone else get away with that, wouldn't find it funny and certainly not cute, but you were different. None of his rules had ever applied to you, it seemed.

“You happen to love my personality. And I know you do, so don’t try to deny it.” He tapped the tip of your nose, and you spun away, the hem of your clean white robes brushing his ankles with the motion, and he was left to follow at your heels as you walked back to the trolley. Gripping the handle, you pushed it away, disappearing around into the next row, ignoring his chuckle. 

You were scooping up a new pile of books when you spoke again. “Seriously, Az, what is it? How is it possible that you’re still single, bothering me on your days off instead of doting on some pretty girl somewhere?”

He bite back the smile he really wanted to give, one that would show him just how lovestruck he was, show that he was right here, already doting on the only pretty girl he’d ever need. That was a secret he was still holding tight, locked up in his heart, just his, for now. One day, he’d tell you how much he loved you. One day, he’d ask if you felt that bond snap too, one day, when you were ready to leave this place, to be more. He was happy to wait, he’d wait as long as you needed. If this was all he ever got from you, he’d be more than happy with that too. He could only pray none of this was displayed on his face as you stared, waiting for an answer. 

One day, hopefully, he’d get to show it all. To make you his. To hold you in his arms and kiss you until you giggled and get lost in the way you looked at him. A new dream, to cling to quietly. 

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” The name slipped out, your breath hitching a little, he knew how much you loved it, and yet he only brought it out for the most special of moments, Azriel was sure he’d look back one day and know this was one of them. “I guess sometimes people just don’t see what’s right there in front of them.”

You stared a second longer, his heart thudding rapidly in his chest, wondering if you’d spotted the line yet, the one he was dancing along so precariously. Then you sighed, shrugging a little. “I suppose. It’s still a shame, though.”

You turned away, wandering down the shelves. He watched you go, a smile on his face Cassian would rib him senseless for if he saw it, leaning on the cart to wait. 

And his heart promised him, one day.

#azriel/reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x you #azriel/you #acotar x you #acotar x reader #acotar/you #acotar/reader #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[miedvma]

MEDDLE ABOUT

l. williamson x awfc!r

summary: jealous leah but she’s just a softie really

sharing hotel rooms with daan has always meant being up for anything she would come up with at half-past eleven at night, including painting her nails orange— and, of course, she’d have to paint yours too.

“yeah, for the netherlands!” danielle immediately reasons, her choice of colour still causing a disappointed frown on your face. “cause, you know, oranje leeuwinnen—”

you scoff. “i know, daan! it’s just.. orange is, uh, too much, no? plus, we’re like mid-season now— we should paint it red, for arsenal.”

danielle’s speech is followed by her expressing nothing but displeasure towards your suggestion, arguing that she’s constantly repressed by both her girlfriend beth and your girlfriend leah’s patriotism, insisting that you should stand by your roomie and best friend, getting your nails painted orange to rebel against the proud englishwomen’s system.

there is very little to discuss: dedonk can be particularly persuasive when she wants to win an argument, and so you find yourself with no other option than to settle your hands over her crossed legs and hope that neon bright orange suits you.

—

“hi love” leah peeps as she places a lovingly peck on the side of your neck, sitting down next to you for breakfast.

despite your strict no pda at work rule, the defender can’t really bring herself to be any less affectionate towards the girl she loves the most— and you eventually gave in on that once mutual agreement.

“hi love” you mock her tone, earning a roll of eyes and a shoulder nudge. “hi babe.” you quickly correct yourself, a satisfied smile taking place on your girlfriend’s lips.

as the defender devours her characteristic ham sandwich, her curious sparkly eyes watch closely as you sink a silver spoon on your berries bowl— most noticeably, your hands; more accurately, the weird coloration your fingernails are washed in.

“did you get your nails done?” asks a pouty leah, instantly shoving you out of the conversation you’ve gotten in.

you leave viv and her remarks about the game you’re about to attend on hold and turn your girlfriend, “mmh, do you like them?”

she doesn’t seem to like it. in fact, leah hates it when you get your nails done by yourself and don’t do hers as well— but as this had never happened before, you don’t really have any way of knowing it.

“you got them done without me.” she pouts again, her voice bathing in gloom. “oh, i’m so sorry babes, i’ll get yours done soon as we get home, yeah?” you use your nose to caress her cheek, then her own nose, and then manage to place a millisecond long kiss to her lips— causing the blonde to run out of words, cheeks blushing at the sudden interaction.

nonetheless the flushed older girl’s emotions, it doesn’t take too long before she’s back at cherishing her thoughts on the game ahead of you, herself quite really excited to attend to her favourite london derby.

as the morning progresses and you finally step into the pitch, leah’s excitement seems to fade away. which is a little strange, since you are well aware that beating spurs is still one of her greatest pleasures— so it does turn out weird for her to start acting a bit off out of nowhere, right?

well, not exactly. unbeknownst to you, leah’s got a pretty good reason to keep her distance from you (or at least that’s what she tells herself)—

“leah come on, you’re warming up with me” beth chimed in, causing the other blonde to furrow her eyebrows. “thought you’d team up with daan?”

“yeah no she’s taking the piss cause i said her nails look weird” beth’s eyes rolled as the defender worked the situation out on her head.

unable to settle for the other girls’ silly argument, leah’s gaze perked around the pitch just until she could evidence danielle’s neon orange nail polish.

it hit her harder. you getting your nails done without her? bad. you getting your nails done without her, with daan instead? worse. way worse.

—

“i literally scored a winner and you’re not even going to gimme a kiss?” you pout to your girlfriend, the both of you about to head home in her still parked car.

leah isn’t one to play differently or give any less of herself to win, but as soon as the whistle blew, there was no way of hiding it: the green monster inside her hadn’t really gone away.

“there’s um.. people here,” your girlfriend replies, nonchalant. indeed, there are people around the parking lot— teammates and staffers, all of them knowing about your relationship. besides, it’s not like she had ever cared about being seen anyway.

“right.” you mock her tone, leah giving you a stern stare until she realizes she had done the exact same thing before.

leah drives surprisingly slow, contradicting her clenched jaw and bitten lips. her lack of physical and verbal interaction, particularly in such moments, is highly unusual— especially considering arsenal’s victory, largely because of you. it’s easy for you to sense her irritation, and that is why you don’t exchange any more words the whole way home.

as soon as your girlfriend pulls up to your house you swiftly jump out of the car, hastening your steps to leave the girl alone, hoping some time apart might heal whatever conflict she’s found herself in.

it doesn’t. long after you’ve completed your extended skincare routine (usually a joint activity but not a good idea at the minute) and changed into comfortable clothes (opting not to wear leah’s, just in case), the house remains terribly silent.

your bed is empty when you leave the ensuite bathroom. the corridors are silent, and a peek into the guest bedroom reveals it to be just as empty. stepping into the dining room, you finally spot leah’s still-intact ponytail.

her head hangs down, probably slouched on the sofa; the tv is off, hinting that she’s mindlessly scrolling on her phone. you allow yourself to swallow your pride and prepare sandwiches for both of you before walking towards her.

as you hand her a plate, a mumbled “thank you” is all you get— her eyes still avoid meeting yours, or even your hand.

your girlfriend lets out a sigh before picking up the telly remote and switching on some rubbish reality show in an attempt to dispel the palpable silence— prudent, but ultimately ineffective.

“is something wrong?” you ask, your voice soft as always. leah usually finds your natural tone charming, but this evening even that doesn’t seem to be enough for her to open up about her troubled emotions.

she replies with a simple “nah,” but the distance between you speaks volumes to the contrary: even though the sofa can easily accommodate up to five people, your girlfriend always ensures there’s not a single atom between the two of you.

frustrated by the girl’s nonchalance, you decide to test how far her grumpiness can go. you remove both your plates and place them on the coffee table, hoping she’d take the hint— but she doesn’t. not at all.

the blonde remains in her original position, spread out on the sofa, elbow on the armrest, supporting her head against her fist, eyes glued to the screen, oblivious to your approach.

it is normally up to her to initiate closeness, drawing you in or melding you both together— so the fact that you’re moving closer on your own should prompt her to react, but nothing really happens, so you audibly huff as you stand up to leave the room in nothing but defeat.

“you’re sleeping on that sofa tonight.”

her head shoots up to look at you in disbelief. “no i’m not!”

“oh yes, you are.”

the blonde’s eyes roll back almost instinctively, and you shoot her a sharp look. “hey, no fair! you get other girl’s nails done, and i’m the one who’s supposed to sleep on the sofa?” her voice sounds genuine, yet tinged with frustration— and here she is, leah, in her purest and most absolute form, feeling nothing but betrayed by not having her nails done by her girlfriend.

“oh my god lee, is that why you’re all grumpy?” leah’s eyes dart around the walls, as if pretending you hadn’t just guessed it right. “danielle is my friend, our friend, you know that..” you chuckle, settling down next to her again.

“i know but— it’s our thing! and i mean, you’re pretty and all but that orange is just not it.” the defender glances at you with that one nonchalant expression that always reveals her disappointment, and you can only look back in amusement. how could you ever tire of how adorable she sounds when she’s jealous?

“just so you know, i’m really offended by you saying i don’t suit orange. and i do forgive you for being an asshole today.”

leah folds her arms, her look at you not good— but you had guessed earlier that calling her an asshole might irk her more (she kind of deserves it anyway). “you should be the one apologizing for breaking our rules!” the blonde hisses, though she couldn’t seem more harmless.

either way, you’re never willing to argue with your loving girlfriend. especially when you’re seeking a reward for your hard work after a tough game.

“okay, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i let danielle do my nails, and i’m sorry i did hers. can i get a kiss now?”

a wide smile brightens the older girl’s face as her hand reaches for your hip, guiding you to lie down on the sofa with her on top of you. as she leans in and you blindly reach for her shoulders, a breathy laugh tickles your face, causing your eyes to widen.

“soon as you take that ugly-ass colour off your pretty nails, babe,” the blonde suggests, thinking she’s hilarious as she pulls herself off the mess she’s already made of you.

you scowl and toss a pillow her way, but she simply shrugs it off, fixed on watching the trashiest show imaginable.

realizing you won’t get any favours from her unless you get rid of the questionable colour on your nails, you rise from the sofa and set off to find some nail polish remover. “want me to bring the red one so i can do yours?”

you spot a smirk forming on the lips of the girl lazily lounging on the sofa. “no need love, gonna save my hands for other kinds of activities now.”

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson #awfc #engwnt

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY THANE KRIOS  *  assorted dialogue from the mass effect trilogy, updated version

technology cannot cure greed.

face it bravely. i know you are good at that.

perhaps i shouldn't have said that. i don't want you to worry or feel guilty that you are not with me.

i cannot forget you.

there were too many. shields couldn’t hold up.

a quick exit is preferable.

this is… problematic.

i have thought over what you said.

i was curious to see how far you’d go to find me.

you were a valuable distraction.

i prefer to work quietly.

you have only made my life better.

i rarely make mistakes.

you disrupted my plan, but your distraction eventually proved valuable.

what would you like to discuss?

i’ve heard of them.

you’ve built a career on performing the impossible.

i’m dying.

the universe is a dark place. i’m trying to make it brighter before i die.

an assassin is a weapon. a weapon doesn’t choose to kill. the one who wields it does.

i came here to do a job for you.

where shall i put my things?

do you need something?

i won’t be a burden to you.

perhaps later you can give me some suggestions.

i can do nothing to alter my fate.

there’s so many ways to interpret one’s place in the universe.

in my experience, those who are truly dangerous don’t act like they are.

perhaps we can discuss it later. i’ve wasted too much of your time.

it’s difficult to control at times.

i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.

my training was very thorough.

i appreciate these chats we have.

it seems there will no one to mourn me when i die.

you’re the only friend i’ve made in ten years.

i shall… consider it.

it’s clear my conversation skills have atrophied.

just don’t make the same mistake i did.

now that you are here, though, it seems more difficult to talk about.

i abandoned them.

there have been complications.

something happened that should not have.

i would like your help to stop him.

that thought haunts me more than any other.

i don’t need your help, i want it.

i’ll be meditating until you need me.

there is nothing left to speak of.

i know how easy it is for a person to lose himself in the galaxy.

the galaxy is small compared to the endless sea of dark space.

removing evil isn’t the same as creating good.

i appreciate your patience.

you… you are very kind.

that assassin should be embarrassed.

one day i’ll tell you what it means.

i confess, i’ve come to care for you.

i hope it won’t offend you if i carry you in my heart.

whatever may happen, my gun is yours.

i’m… ashamed.

#mass effect #mcflymemes #rp prompt #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters

[ur-local-anti-hero]

Dear John

Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: Maybe you should have listened to your best friend's warning about Regulus, you didn't. Now you just have to deal with the consequences.

Genre: Angst

CW: Intimidation, angst, pureblood's ideology, toxic family dynamics

Word count: 1.6K

This is part of my Speak now (Marauders' version) collection.

“Maybe it's you and your sick need. To give love then take it away

And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors, Who don't understand

And I'll look back and regret I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can"

You wished you had listened. The argument you had with Sirius when he learned you were dating his brother was being replayed in your head while you ran towards your boyfriend’s room. 

“He’s going to ruin you, you don’t know him like I do.” Sirius had said, voice low with anger and worry. “The moment my mother hears about you two it’s over.” 

“You’re the one that doesn’t know him!” It had angered you, Sirius assuming that Regulus’ love for you was fragile. “I really love him, and he loves me. End of discussion.” 

“You don’t understand what you’re getting into. My brother would never prioritize you over our mother. and she’s never going to accept a Gryffinfor Muggleborn as a suitable partner for Regulus” 

You knew he was right, but some part of you naively thought that Regulus truly loved you.

“I’m saying this because I care about you. You should leave while you can” you could tell Sirius was worried and meant no harm, but that argument ended your friendship with the oldest Black brother. 

That was almost a year ago, you used to have a close friendship with him, but now he wouldn’t even acknowledge you. You refused to break up with Regulus, and you really thought you were doing the right thing. Regulus had shown you every part of him, you knew about his family and all the things he had done and regretted. But you also knew about the caring, loving and kind person he was. 

Even when the war was starting to become more and more imminent as the dark lord and deatheaters won power and followers, he never showed any interest in joining into the dark lord’s lines. The abuse and intimidation became worse and worse for mugglerborns who had the bad luck of running into slytherings in the hallways. 

Regulus was very aware of it, he became like your shadow, never leaving your side until curfew forced him to. And he was the first to greet you every morning, waiting for you outside your house’s common room. 

At least it was like this before Christmas break. It had been a week since you come back from the break and Regulus was acting weird, at first you thought it was because he had to adapt again to Hogwarts - It took him some time to come back to his normal self ater staying in his house - but after a week of almost no contact with him you became worried. 

On your way to the dungeons you ran into Snape and Evan. You had tried to avoid them, head low and pace hurried, but it seemed like they had a special radar to spot possible victims for their tortures and mocking. They blocked your path, you were cornered against a wall as they got closer than it was safe. 

“Look who is here” Evan had teased you, his wand pointing at your face. “Regulus’ little pet”

“Why are you separated from your guardian dog?” Snape taunted you. “Has he finally realized that he’s got more important things to do rather than take care of a filthy mudblood?” 

You didn’t like a bit where the situation was going, you had tried to reach your wand, but Snape had noticed and raised his wand at you. 

“Don’t even think about it” 

“You know, Snape? I’m curious.” He hadn’t stopped looking at you. “What are you doing here, there’s no way you’re going to see Regulus right?”  

He knew exactly that it was the only reason you would ever step into the dungeons. His face turned into a look of fake pity. 

“Oh. Poor little thing, he hasn’t told you has he?” Evan was mocking you, playing with your psyche as all slytherings liked to, still his next words made your blood run cold. “He’s become the new right-hand for the dark lord. As he ought to, at the end of the day he’s a Black.” 

That’s when you started running, Snape and Evan probably tought it was enough torture to mess with your head and they let you pass them by without much hussle. 

And you ran all the way to the Slythering common room. Usually you wouldn’t dare to enter alone, but you needed to see Regulus. You didn’t want to believe Evan’s words, ‘He’s probably trying to confuse you, make you confront Regulus and cause an argument’. You were trying to convince yourself, but you couldn’t deny that the possibility was there. 

You made it to Regulus’ dorm, without even knocking you entered. Inside Regulus was laying in his bed, Barty was in one of the desks, working on homework, or a plan to destroy civilization. You didnt really care, all you could focus on was Reg. 

“Regulus” your voice didn’t feel like yourself, it was void of any emotion other than obvious tiredness from your running. 

Regulus jolted out of bed when he heard you. Barty turned around and his lips morphed into a teasing smirk. 

“Oh well, look who’s here -” “Leave, now.” Barty was cut short by Regulus’ demand, for a second you thought he was talking to you, but he was facing Barty. 

“okay, okay. No need to get aggressive…” Barty said before getting up from the chair. He walked past you, didn’t even acknowledge your presence, and closed the door behind him. 

───✥───

Regulus knew this was coming, there was no way you wouldn’t notice his absence or avoid entirely the rumors of the new deatheater in Hogwarts. He just wished it didn’t have to be this way. He coudn’t face you, from the start you and him were on opposite sides of the war, but he getting the mark was what made it definite. 

“Reg-” “What do you want?”

 Regulus’ voice was icy, not a single emotion in it. He saw you flinch at his tone. He never talked to you like that, his tone was always sweet and words picked with care whenever he referred to you. His change in demeanour angered and saddened you, he could tell. 

“Are you really asking me what I want?” your tone was colder now, you stepped closer with each word. “I’ve barely seen you for a week, and the moment I step into the dungeons the first thing I hear is that you’re the new right-hand for the dark lord. Please, tell me it’s not true”  

He could hear your voice crack and your waterline become wet with unsed tears. He knew you so well, he knew you were not going to cry, he knew you would give him the benefit of the doubt and hear him out. He knew that if he would tell you the truth, how he was forced and tortured to take the mark, you would understand, try to find a way to help and stand by his side. 

“It’s true” 

And he couldn’t allow that. If he were to let you in again, he wouldn’t be able to do what he had to do. End things, for your sake. 

“You’re lying to me, this is all a big joke, it has to be” you cried. 

He didn’t reply, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. At his silence you reached for his sleeve, pulling it up. He didn’t even flinch, and he let you stare at his bare arm. Well, not bare, as the deatheater mark was there, taking up half of his arm. 

You dropped his arm and stared at him in absolute shock. He didn’t say anything, that was angered the most, how he was not even able to say anything. 

“You didn’t want to, right?” he stayed silent “Please, say something” you implored. 

“It's my duty, it’s what 's right.” he deadpanned. 

You chuckled humorlessly “What’s right? That 's right? You’re joining a pureblood supremacist cult, there’s nothing right about it!”  

“And what about us, do I mean that little to you? Does our relationship mean anything at all to you?”  you said in a softer tone. 

“No. It was a mistake, from the start. I shouldn’t have dated a mudblood” Regulus had to make an enormous effort to not flinch at his own words. But this would make you leave, it had to. 

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, but the heartbreak you were feeling was unlike anything you’d ever felt. Regulus had been able to make you feel special, loved for almost two years. He held your heart in his hands and treated it with care, now he was ripping it and giving back to you. 

He didn’t want to fight for your love and you were not going to beg anymore. 

“You’re right. It’s funny, really, Sirius warned me this would happen, but I was too blinded to see that he was right” bringing up Sirius was a low blow, you knew how much he meant for Regulus. But at that moment all you wanted was to make him feel the same heartbreak you were feeling. 

“At the end of the day you’re a Black.” You repeated the same words Evan had said to you on your way to the dungeons. 

Regulus just stood there and nodded. You left his room, clearly distressed and crying. Regulus’ heart was shattered beyond repair. However, this was the best option. He would rather see you leaving, crying and heartbroken for the last time in his life, than lying on the floor lifeslessly as his family had promised if he didn’t leave you and took the mark. 

At the end of the day he was really just a Black, it was the family he was born to and the family he’ll die for. 

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[scythesms]

The sound of innocent bickering from the two youngest Ambroise children echoed throughout the overgrown yard, amusing the attentive ears of Edmund, who maintained a watchful eye over the playful children. Cecily sat beside her father and observed him in thoughtful silence with a gaze both curious and contemplative. 

Though she’d never been one to shy away from expression, Cecily often found her thoughts speaking louder than her words. She possessed a meticulous nature, in which she preferred carefully weaving her words into coherent thoughts before they were vocalized—a trait notably distinct from her unrestrained siblings. Eugene, driven by an impulsive desire to articulate every mean thought, seemed driven by a need to release his critical opinions from his mind as swiftly as they entered. Josiah, on the other hand, remained indifferent to how others perceived him, prioritizing his own understanding above all else—an attribute that irked those around him, particularly his reluctance to repeat or rephrase. Once spoken, his words stood no chance of being altered or corrected—something Elaine had picked up on. “Think before you speak, Elaine,” Cecily said at least twice a day in response to improper sentences like, “When I’m old, I’ll do a bakery and plant pies” and unreasonable questions that follow such as, “Why can’t I plant pies?”.

Similar to improper conversational etiquette, Cecily held a very low tolerance for stuttering and mumbling. It was like chalk grating a pristine slate to her ears. At her young age, she knew she preferred momentary silence in thought as opposed to stutters from faltering lips and vacant minds. And so she sat, dedicating time to piece her thoughts and curiosities together into a narrative that reflected her intentions precisely.

“Father,” she began, “may I ask you something?”

Edmund, attuned to the gravity of her tone, turned his complete attention to his daughter. Carefully, he said, “You can ask me anything.”

"I was thinking about your lady friend," she confessed. "How did you come to know her?"

Though he had anticipated this very question—wondering which one of his eldest children would broach the subject first—he resented it just as much. There’d been a time early on in his reconnection with Imogene where he had considered sitting his children down, offering them insight into her presence in his life, and disclosing his entire history with her. Yet, he had balked at the notion, second guessing the necessity of such a conversation. If she were merely a friend and there were no further intentions, then perhaps there was no need for an "explanation"... or so he had attempted to convince himself.

“I knew her when I was a young boy… just before meeting your mother. Imogene was… a part of my past.” 

He chose his words carefully. Cecily appreciated that, but it wasn’t enough. She pressed, “Did you love her? Imogene?”

Edmund’s shoulders sagged as he released a sigh before admitting honestly, “Yes, I did.”

He always thought discussing his past with Imogene to his children would stump him, and he’d be a sputtering lying fool. Yet, in that moment, he felt no such indulgence. The admission flowed with an unexpected ease—almost relieving.

A thoughtful pause lingered between them before Cecily ventured further, her voice barely above a whisper, "Did you love her more than my mother?"

He stared ahead. “No.” His response was swift and concrete. “Rosalyn—your mother… holds a place in my heart no one can surpass.”

Cecily was relentless. “Do you still love Imogene?”

“No.” It sounded so simple. 

“Could you love her again?”

He returned his attention to his daughter—her wide eyes void of resentment or detest. “Cecily–”

“I don’t think Mother would be upset with you for loving her again. She would want you to be happy.”

Exhaling softly, Edmund carefully watched Cecily—a reflection of her mother in both demeanor and insight. “I am happy,” he expressed while looking at her side profile, her gaze now fixed ahead. “I’m happy. You four make me happy.”

She shrugged. “You could be happier.”

Cecily had no intention of shoving her father into the arms of any woman, but she wasn’t blind. She’d observed their interactions keenly—a bit foolish if she were to admit. She simply couldn’t imagine someone making her stutter and blush the way her father and Imogene did when in each other's presence. She knew she needed to make it clear to her father that if he decided not to pursue a relationship with the woman, it’d be his sole decision and not one influenced by herself and her siblings… (Addressing Eugene's bitterness would be a concern for another time, should it arise).

While she lacked deep perception of her mother, her memories painted a portrait of a woman akin to an angel. Cecily couldn’t imagine her mother being resentful of her father for seeking love after years spent in mourning.

Edmund, who prided himself on believing he possessed a more intimate understanding of Rosalyn than perhaps anyone else in the world, acknowledged that his daughter's insights held truth in more ways than one.

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART SIX)

one — two — three — four — five — 5.5 — six

notes: first photo was taken and sent to me by @/bellaxward on twitter, so creds to her! also, i’m sorry, i feel like this update isn’t the best but i’m running on like 3 hours of sleep and i was writing this bit by bit while super busy!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 heyo! welcome back to my postgame boyfriend show! tonight the njdevils played against the spawns of satan (not trevor)! or.. i mean.. the new york rangers.

we start tonight’s recap off with a very cute picture i got of my boyfriend and his best friend (again; not trevor) talking about how much they love me during warmups!

we also have da sun showing me that the tooth fairy came to visit him awhile ago! i bet he got lots of money for his toofer, however i wouldn’t know because he’s stopped letting me steal his wallet.

our first goal of the night was a tip in by mr. haula at ya! followed up in the same period by a goal from timo time! notice how he made the post this time? that’s because unlike most of these idiots (i’m looking at you, marino 👀), timo takes me seriously!

however, immediately after timo’s goal, haulaback girl was placed in the sin bin for tripping. i was very disappointed and he got a very strict talking to during first intermission and assured me he wouldn’t get another penalty. he lied.

he got a penalty in second period for the exact same reason that he did in the first. i cannot promise i was as nice to him in the second intermission.

we got a few scrums in this game, but my personal favorite one was in third period and ended much too quickly for my liking. BOO, REFS!

and finally, we have some pictures of my gorgeous, talented, sometimes annoying babygirl… my boyfriend!

tagged jackhughes, dawson1417, ehaula, tmeier96, ryangraves27 and vitacz15

dawson1417 y/n, i never LET you steal my wallet. you would take it from my pocket and count my money and then give it back, like a thief that’s really bad at their job

y/ndevils00 i’m just a very curious person! i like to know everyone’s business, all the time. and you never told me to stop 🤷‍♀️

jackhughes if i remember correctly, dawson and i were actually discussing our plans for the off-season

y/ndevils00 you remember incorrectly

jackhughes did you just call me babygirl

y/ndevils00 you’re so babygirl

jackhughes thank you?

john.marino97 why does everyone else get normal penalty reactions but me?

user52 wait, did y/n ACTUALLY just talk to Haula?!

john.marino97 @/user52 yes!

user52 OH MY GOD JOHN ILY

y/ndevils00 because you’re my bff and i only want the best for you

john.marino97 every day i rethink why i decided to become one of your best friends

y/ndevils00 you love me

trevorzegras did you seriously just specify that you weren’t talking about me when you said spawn of satan?

y/ndevils00 i didn’t want anyone to get confused!

trevorzegras i don’t like you

y/ndevils00 wait really???

trevorzegras wait no y/n i’m sorry. i was just joking

y/ndevils00 📸 caught in 4k

trevorzegras i hope both sides of your pillow are hot tonight

tmeier96 i made the post!!

y/ndevils00 you did a good job with my demands 🫡 i love my blankie

ehaula second intermission… you’re scary

y/ndevils00 remember that.

ryangraves27 why did you have to do me like this?

y/ndevils00 idk what you mean 🤭

user6 y/n is a menace and i’m here for it

lhughes_06 do i get to be in these posts when i join?

y/ndevils00 moosey, you’ll replace jack as the star of the show

jackhughes now hold on! let’s not get ahead of ourselves here!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i said what i said.

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes can we keep her?

jackhughes i intend to

nicohischier no feature for me tonight? i feel betrayed

y/ndevils00 i only have 9 picture slots bud, idk what to tell ya 🤷‍♀️

y/ndevils00 make a goal next time or something

nicohischier i’m gonna steal your cat

y/ndevils00 you wouldn’t!

nicohischier i probably wouldn’t even need to steal her. i bet jack would just give her to me.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes TELL HIM HE’S WRONG!

jackhughes …. no comment

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re sleeping on the couch

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that only hurts you babe. every time you say that, you end up dragging me in to the bed at like 2am because you can’t fall asleep without me

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you can’t cook broccoli.

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 yes i can! i can now!

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[taizi]

sabo luffy prompt if your still accepting them:

Luffy about Ace's death: it should have been me.

Sabo wide eyed and scared cups Luffys face: never ever say that. Don't even think it.

x

It lingers in the back of Sabo’s mind, in the furthest, darkest corners, as persistent and sticky as a spiderweb. 

Luffy is his crybaby little brother, always will be. Sabo wasn’t there to watch him grow up, grow out of childish old habits, so the sight of that precious face crumpling and flooding with tears was familiar—expected, even. There in the underbelly of the colosseum, Sabo’s body remembered what his useless brain had forgotten, pure muscle memory guiding his hands up to catch the human cannonball without missing a beat. The act of it was tried and true, even now. Of course Luffy would fly into his arms, would cling to him and cry. Sabo’s job was to be bigger and stronger and hold him up for however long it took him to feel brave again. 

He might have been afraid to approach Luffy at first, but it was a stupid thing to be afraid of. Anyone else might have had good reason to be petrified of meeting their only remaining family—of facing the condemnation or betrayal or hatred for not being there when they were needed most, for only showing their face now when it hardly mattered. It would be a scary thing, reaching out the thing you had thought lost, knowing that to reach out would mean to lose it for real, but to stay away forever would be unthinkable.

But holding Luffy, looking at him, Sabo’s brain remembered how little he had to fear from this person. His heart opened up, like a flower unfolding for the sun, because it was safe to open and be gentle here. Luffy would never think to blame him or hate him, not for Ace. Not for anything. 

No, instead he would clutch at Sabo’s jacket with shaking hands, ruined chest heaving, and apologize. 

“I was right there,” he sobbed. “He died right in front of me and I couldn’t save him.”

At the time, Sabo smiled, and said, “I’m grateful you’re alive,” and let Luffy cry himself out. He helped Luffy out of his silly competitor costume and rubbed at his sticky face with the hem of his own jacket until the smaller boy was laughing and wrestling to get away. Luffy’s friends were waiting for him, and he had a job to do, so they parted ways not long after meeting again. 

Responsibility was an odd look on Sabo’s little brother, who used to find trouble in every single nook and corner of the mountain they grew up on like it was his job, but not a bad one. And when he ran off, shouting, “I’ll see you soon, Sabo! I swear!” Sabo knew he could pile oceans and mountains and decades on top of that promise and it would never break. 

Entering the colosseum, Sabo’s mind was focused forward—Ace’s fruit was waiting, Luffy was counting on him, Dressrosa was about to become a warzone. He was very good at compartmentalizing, at doing what needed to be done, his mind, as Koala affectionately put it once, like an unforgiving steel trap.  

But it lingered, that spiderweb thought; invisible except for when the light was just right, when the angle was perfect, when Sabo’s mind was clear and he had a moment to himself to breathe and noticed it cluttering up the corner. 

Luffy apologized. 

The chance to discuss it came eventually, when Sabo found himself at the end of an intel-gathering mission with news of the Straw Hats in the waters nearby. He cleared it with Dragon, endured Koala’s smug face when he let her know to go on without him, then backtracked to catch up to the ostentatious brigantine that was already famous in the New World. 

Luffy’s crewmates are a friendly sort, and the Thousand Sunny as a whole is happy to have him aboard. Franky waves him ahead and jumps down onto his vessel to secure it himself, and Chopper and Carrot and Usopp all call out to Sabo cheerfully, more curious about him than anything. He returns greetings as he makes his way across the busy deck, something in his chest easing like a sigh of relief to know that this bright, beautiful place full of bright, beautiful people is his little brother’s home. 

Zoro nods at him once, all the energy he has to spare for someone who isn’t one of his own, then tilts his head toward what must be the galley door. 

“Surprise, surprise,” Sabo laughs, and makes his way to the kitchen. 

It smells amazing, something rich and spicy wafting from the simmering pans on the stove. Luffy is sitting at the huge, scarred table, gnawing on a piece of dried meat and talking with his mouth full, while his skeleton musician strums something unobtrusive and cheerful on an acoustic guitar. Sanji is working diligently on what Sabo can only assume is dinner prep. The dangerous Trafalgar Law sits across the table from Luffy, with a book open in front of him that he appears to have largely given up on. He’s watching his fellow Supernova with dark, clinical eyes, but there’s much more warmth in them than Trafalgar is probably aware of. 

Those eyes flick past Luffy as the door opens. When he sees Sabo, Trafalgar stands, picks up his book and his mug, says, “There’s no way I’m dealing with two of you,” and leaves through the other door. 

“Fair enough,” Sanji says, which is rude, but not unfounded. 

Luffy swallows his mouthful, turns in his seat, and then lights up like the dawn.

“SABO!” he shrieks, leaping over the back of his chair like one of the monkeys he grew up with back on Mt. Colubo, instead of getting up and going around it like a person. 

Sabo is already laughing by the time he catches the armful of little brother, squeezing Luffy tight for a moment before playfully ruffling his hair and tussling with him. Brook the skeleton tips his massive tophat and leaves them to it, but Sanji clearly can’t abandon his multiple stations, even just for a few minutes. That’s all right. An audience of one is more than he could have hoped for with all the bodies currently on his brother’s ship, between his own people and the visiting allies. 

“How have you been, Lu? Staying out of trouble?”

“For now!” Luffy says happily. “I bet our next adventure will be fun, though!” 

His body is battered and bandaged, but he looks a lot better than the last time Sabo saw him, in that little hidden-away cottage in Dressrosa, the night after he and his crew won peace for a people they barely knew. He’s already looking forward to the next adventure. 

Whatever Sabo did to deserve him in a past life, he’s grateful. 

He gives Luffy a push back towards the table, and draws a stool up next to his. The dining hall is cozy, and a cup of something steaming and fragrant appears in front of him the second he sits down. Sanji only hums when Sabo calls his thanks, already halfway back to the kitchen proper. It’s either the worst place to start a potentially difficult conversation, or the best one. 

“I’m here for a few days,” Sabo says, “if you can spare the room.”

“Of course!” Luffy declares. “Always room for Sabo! Sanji?”

“Your new friends left us pretty well-stocked,” the cook says without looking up from something complicated he’s doing with a knife and a fish the size of a small horse. “We could probably feed an army for a few weeks if we wanted to.”

Luffy looks up at Sabo with a glowing smile, as if to say ‘see?’ and Sabo reaches over to shove his hat down over his eyes. 

“Thanks, Lulu.”

He’s glad he remembered the nickname, because just like when they were kids, Luffy is immediately outraged. 

“DON’T CALL ME—” 

“I did want to tell you something kind of important,” Sabo cuts in smoothly, grinning inwardly at Luffy’s flustered, frustrated face. “I’d rather say it now and get it out of the way then hang onto it for my whole visit. And after I’ve said it, if you’d rather I didn’t stay anymore, that’s okay, too. Your ship, your rules.”

Luffy’s expression clears to one of confusion. The sound of Sanji’s knife has slowed. 

“Okay,” Luffy says. “What does Sabo want to tell me?”

Sabo has practiced this half a dozen times on the way here, but it’s still very difficult to start. 

“When we met, back at the colosseum,” he says, “I was so sure you would be angry. I thought you’d hit me, at least. I deserved that much, right?”

Luffy’s brow furrows. “Why would I hit you?”

Taking a steadying breath, Sabo says, “Because I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. Because I only showed up two years later when it suited me, when I would get Ace’s fruit out of it. Because I let Ace—”

“You didn’t,” Luffy says loudly. “You didn’t let anything.” 

“I didn’t do anything,” Sabo replies, wrestling with his voice to keep it even. “I didn’t help you.”

He watched the transponder recording a hundred times. He relives it every time he closes his eyes. The gaping hole in Ace’s chest, the blood on Luffy’s hands, his childish, frightened plea of Ace’s name, the wounded animal sound of pain and grief he made right up until his mind took mercy and shut his body down. 

A nightmare. An actual documented living nightmare. 

And Sabo wasn’t there, because the two of them were strangers to him, and he had more important things to do than wonder about the execution of Gol D. Roger’s son. 

He should have flown to Luffy the second those memories flooded in. He should have turned heaven and earth upside down to find him. Instead he chose to be a coward. 

Robin was kind, more so than he deserved, and the two of them spent dozens of late nights in Baltigo trading stories about that same wild, relentless little person who owned the most real estate in both of their hearts. She filled the black hole inside him with better stories than the one in the papers, sun-filled stories, about triumphs and hijinks and heartaches and unconquerable love. She showed him the newsprint photo that he’d already looked at no less than a million times, of her beloved captain paying his respects to the fallen at Marineford, only this time she pointed out the message on his arm. 

“I want to run to him right now,” she said. “I want to break everything and everyone in my way and not stop until I’m beside him again. But he wants me to wait. He isn’t ready yet.”

Sabo stared at the photo, mindlessly rubbing his finger over the 3D2Y he hadn’t understood until someone who actually knew his brother explained it to him. Robin let him have a moment, her eyes knowing and grave and full of a sympathy he didn’t think he deserved. 

“It’s okay not to be ready,” she said. “Just don’t make him wait too long.”

Now, Sabo says, “I want you to know that you can be angry. You can yell and scream at me and blame me and that would be—it would be allowed, okay? Even if you just want me to go away, or you don’t want to see me for a little while. It’s all on your terms. Just don’t pretend. Not with me. Okay?”

Luffy’s face is blank and Sabo isn’t sure what to make of it. He dares to reach out and lay a hand on Luffy’s slim shoulder, impossibly small for the weight of the things it carries. 

“Okay, Lu?”

“I’m not pretending,” Luffy says, loud and sudden. “I don’t do that, it’s dumb. I was happy to see Sabo, because I thought he was dead but he was alive and it was a miracle. Robin told me you had ameesia so you forgot all about me and it wasn’t your fault. I dunno about that stuff but if Robin said it, it must be true. It would be scary not to remember important things. I bet it hurt a lot when you finally remembered and it was already too late. I bet it was really lonely. I would never hate Sabo or hit him or blame him for that.”

Sabo’s next breath shudders, and the one after that, and he has to bite the inside of his lip hard. When he’s certain he won’t fall apart, he says, “Robin only told you that afterwards. You didn’t know I had amnesia when you first saw me.”

“You’re my Sabo,” Luffy stresses, like Sabo is being particularly dense for no good reason. “I’ll always be happy to see you first.” 

It’s one of those Luffy-isms, Sabo thinks, leaning forward to put his face in his hands. One of those unexplainable, unquantifiable things that so many people hang their faith on. It would make sense for Luffy to be angry, because grief is heavy and horrible and doesn’t disappear into a fine mist just because something good happens. But there are so many things better than anger for him to hold onto instead. He’s surrounded by better things. 

A plate is set down somewhere in front of him and he lifts his head. Sanji lingers after the delivery this time, slouching into a chair and pushing the platter of lemon curd cookies and fresh-from-the-oven turnovers to the brothers’ side of the table. 

Luffy beams and picks up a turnover, but he doesn’t eat it right away. He turns it over in his hands a few times, warm against his fingertips, and begins to shred the flaky pastry into pieces. 

Sanji sits up a little straighter in his chair, as if an alarm has gone off in the back of his head. Sabo is right there with him, because he’s never seen Luffy deliberate with food before, not ever. Especially not something home-cooked by someone he loves. 

“If Sabo is angry,” Luffy says slowly, “he can tell me, too.”

“What?” he says faintly. 

Looking at his hands, at the dessert falling apart into a loose pile on his plate, the young captain tells them plainly, “Ace died back then, instead of me. He might have lived if he didn’t save me from the magma man. Everyone was there to rescue him and ended up rescuing me instead. Because I wasn’t strong enough. I’m glad I didn’t die, because I still have my nakama, and we still have promises to keep. But I bet that some people, who fought in that war for Ace, who loved him and didn’t even know me, wish that it had happened differently.” He still doesn’t look up, expression unreadable as he burns the tips of his fingers on the hot rhubarb filling dripping from the mangled turnover, when he adds, “Sabo loves us both, but he loved Ace longer.”

If Sabo had been stabbed with sea stone, it would have hurt less. If he had burned with the Grey Terminal, or drowned at sea in front of the Celestial Dragons, it would have hurt less than this. 

He’s on his feet before he’s aware of moving, seat tipping over and rolling away behind him. His heart is racing, he can feel the steam start to lift off of his superheated skin as Ace’s fire inside him begins to react.

“Don’t say that,” he says, too loud, almost a shout. “Don’t ever say that. Don’t even think it.”

Luffy finally looks at him. His mouth is set but his eyes are wide, and Sabo may have twelve years to catch up on, may have failed both his brothers at every possible turn up until now, but he still knows what his little brother’s face looks like when he’s seeking reassurance.

How many thunderstorms and bad dreams did they weather together back on Goa? How many times had tiny hands shaken Sabo awake, only for him to look up into these eyes exactly? 

Back then they were both children, so Sabo would make fun of him, or he would groan and roll his eyes, and they would have a hushed argument about it, but ultimately Luffy would fall asleep safe under a shared blanket, the thunder or the nightmare the farthest thing from his mind. Sabo never regretted it, even when Ace laughed at him in the morning. 

The body remembers. He’s reaching automatically, and holding Luffy’s face in his hands. He isn’t afraid of burning him, because Ace’s fire would never burn him. 

“I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” he says. “Not for anything. It doesn’t work that way. If I ever had to choose one or the other, you or him, I’d kill whoever made the rules and choose you both.” Unspoken, forever unsaid, is the knowledge that he and Ace would always put Luffy first, because that’s an older brother’s prerogative. Luffy wouldn’t understand it, so Sabo simply says, “I loved Ace longer, but I don’t love him more.”

Luffy nods, his eyes glassy, the firm line of his mouth beginning to wobble. Sanji snatches the plate and the messy turnover scraps away with a bitten-off sound, stalking back into the kitchen. 

Reeling, feeling somewhat as if he’s backing away from the perilous edge of a five-hundred-foot fall, Sabo releases Luffy only to drag him forward by the shoulders into an embrace instead. Luffy scrambles to his feet to return it properly, wrapping rubbery arms around Sabo that loop a few extra times. Sabo buries his face in the top of Luffy’s head and breathes him in; sea-salt, warm grass, everything touched by sunshine. 

My brother, he thinks, with all the same wonder as the first time he thought it. 

“And if you ever say anything like that ever again,” he goes on, “I’ll fly here from wherever I am in the world and kick your ass.”

“You can try!” Luffy says, leaning back to look up at him. He’s beaming, untouched by everything he’s lived through—still, in part, that same stubborn little kid that Sabo and his best friend first met in the jungle, who decided they were all better off together. “I’m stronger now. I could probably beat you this time!”

“You think so, huh?”

“No fighting in my kitchen, idiots,” Sanji snaps, striding back to the table with a big dessert bowl in hand. “Do I look like I have time to babysit? If you’re gonna wrestle, take it outside.” 

He all but slams the bowl in front of his captain, revealing the deconstructed turnover folded into fresh vanilla ice cream and drizzled with caramel. It’s the most aggressive display of affection Sabo thinks he’s ever seen, and he grew up with Koala. 

“Ooh, thanks Sanji! I would have eaten it the other way, too, but your ice cream is the best!” 

“Of course it is,” the chef says shortly. “Eat it before it melts. In fact, go eat it in front of Zoro, it’ll be funny.”

“Sanji’s weird,” Luffy says, full of good cheer, but he hauls the bowl out the door with him and makes a beeline straight for where he somehow knows his first mate will be. “C’mon, ‘Bo, I want you to meet Sunny!”

He lets Luffy get a head-start out the door, listens to him join the rest of his crew on the deck, their voices rising together gladly. He picks up his chair and rights it, scooting it back into place at the table. He just needs a minute.

“None of us were there, either,” Sanji says abruptly. “We all wish we were. Would’ve given just about anything to be there with him. But by the time we got the news it was too late.” He crosses his arms, leans back against the counter, and says, “You can imagine what a failure that felt like. Leaving our captain out to dry like that.”

“He would never hold that against you,” Sabo says immediately, knowing the truth of it in his blood and bones.  

Sanji nods, looking Sabo in the eye as he agrees, “No, he wouldn’t.” 

#one piece #opfic #revolutionary sabo #monkey d luffy #asl bros #my writing #prompt #anonymous #op #sanji slipped in there bcus of course he did #rhubarb turnovers with ice cream my beloved

[theladybarnes]

CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER FIVE

"It’s time for your suffering to end.”

▸ summary: there’s still time left in the night for more surprise ▸ characters: nancy & mike wheeler, dustin henderson, steve harrington, & eddie munson ▸ word count: 11.8k ▸ warnings: angst, semi-fluff, minor character death, self loathing,  ▸ series masterlist

“Why is she here again?” 

 You glanced away from the small clippings of possibly headers to look over at Fred Benson. Nancy’s new friend from the paper, and currently a small thorn in your side. For some reason, Fred did not like you, and while he was completely involved with Nancy’s small paper world, he did not seem to like her friends outside of it. Meaning you.

 “She’s here because I offered to show her how things work here, Fred.” Nancy chimed in before you could respond back with a less friendly answer. 

 The pale boy raised a brow at you before shooting to follow after Nancy. He’s been trailing behind after her ever since you came into the news room for your free period. The two of them were currently discussing Jonathan, peaking your interest enough that you quietly followed after the two. 

 “So maybe I’m missing something, but why can’t Jonathan come down here for break?”

 “Because.”

 “Because why?”

 You moved to stand beside the slumped Fred as you smirked over at him. “I know that journalists are naturally inquisitive people, Freddie, but you seem to be very keen on knowing the deep details of Nancy’s love life.” you said, watching as his light eyes widened a bit. “Any particular reason for that?”

 Nancy chuckled nervously before she reached over to pull you away from Fred’s side. Forcing you instead to walk in front of her. “Stand down, tiger.” she said to you before turning back to the boy. “As for you, because of a lot of reasons.”

 “Curious.”

 Her blue eyes narrowed at him briefly before glancing down at the work being down on the newest headline. You couldn’t help but stare down at the large font predicting a win for the game tonight. You were never one for sports, but considering Lucas was on the team, you couldn’t help but be a little hopeful there would be a win. At least for your friend.

 Fred was quick to bring the focus back to his curiosity. 

 “You said there’s a lot of reasons he’s not coming. Such as?”

 “Why are you being so nosy?” Nancy asked, frustration breaking through her exterior now. But the snap to her words didn’t seem to falter Fred in the slightest. It actually just made him appear more roused at continuing the conversation. 

 “Call it journalistic instinct.”

 “I’m pretty sure it’s called being nosy.” you volleyed with a shrug. 

 He rolled his eyes, adjusting the large folder in his hands before his face quickly changed to an amusing smirk. “We can always talk about your life, Henderson. Wasn’t it just a while ago that you were dating Steve Harrington? From what I hear from the halls, he’s been going on dates with a couple of the girls from our grade.” 

 Your spine stiffened up at the mention of Steve. Not fully prepared for that subject to be thrown into the conversation. Nancy scoffed at Fred, shaking her head quickly at her friend as she gently placed her hand on your shoulder. 

 “You don’t have to tell him anything.” she said to you, eyes checking over your face as if you were back in her car ready to break down again. “Really, Fred’s just–”

 “He’s curious.” you butt in, not wanting to give any satisfaction to the boy’s attempt to throw you off. Glancing at him, you make sure to give him a reassuring smile despite the fact that the mere mention of Steve had your chest aching. “We’re..not together anymore. Broke up before Christmas. Things are fine. I’m glad he’s doing well.”

 Fred looked a little bit skeptical, eyes narrowed his pale eyes at you. Almost as if he were waiting for you to crack at any second. Nancy beside you was doing the same thing. Nervously watching over you until she decided enough was enough.

 “Okay, well, there’s no story there or here, if that’s what you’re after.” she sighed, willingly taking on the main focus again. “Jonathan’s mom works, so he has to watch over his brother. On top of that, he’s not early decision like me, so he’s waiting on his acceptance letter, and he wants to be there when it comes..which I totally get!”

 There was a certain higher pitch in her tone that clearly gave away some of the uncertainty in her words. And while you knew that being friends with both her and Jonathan meant being neutral in moments like this, especially considering she just took the heat off of your relationship, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d have to join in on meddling with Fred. 

 “Okay! Um, I don’t. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

 Crossing your arms over your chest, you gave your friend a winced look before your mouth finally blurted out a running question you had been thinking over the past week. “You are aware that a letter would be available to read when he gets back..right?”

 Nancy looked over at you, a flicker of annoyance before she shook her head, trying to keep positive. 

 “Well, it’s always different. You know how it is to wait.”

 “I also did things like go to school and leave the house. In this case, he’d have a whole week off school that he could use to go see his hot girlfriend and yet he’s at home playing the babysitter.” you scoffed. “Who is he, Steve?”

 “You know, he’s your best friend.” she pointed out softly. But you simply shrugged your shoulders, unsure of Jonathan’s reasoning yourself. All he did when you called him about it the other night was say the same excuse as she said. 

 “He’s also a guy. We both know they’re dangerously questionable at times.”

 She pursed her lips at that as Fred snapped his finger at you, nodding in agreement. 

 “So he’s supposedly the love of your life, right? The guy you plan on going to school with, and yet he’s so nervous about this acceptance letter, he doesn’t have time to visit the most desired girl in Hawkins?” 

 “Hey!” you chided, glaring at him. “What the hell?” 

 He rolled his eyes but held a hand up to you. “Fine, one of the two most desired girls in Hawkins.”

 Nancy closed her eyes, shaking her head at the two of you as she tried to focus on her work again. You moved closer to her side, nudging her a bit. It wasn’t like this conversation would be easy, but it did make you wonder why neither one would take the time to visit each other when they could. It was something like this that slowly started to cement your feelings about long distance. 

 “I know Jonathan likes to take on a lot of work at home. But it is kinda unfair to you guys..”

 “Not to mention as a part of the many sexually active teens in Hawkins, she’s denied the gratifications of having coitus with her supposed loving partner.” 

 Both you and Nancy let out a small gasp of disgust from Fred’s blunt words. Of all things that didn’t need to be pointed out in this conversation, it was Nancy’s sex life. Especially from Fred of all people. Beside you, Nancy held up her hand, holding back the full twist of disgust from her face. 

 “Okay, first of all, Fred, I’m going to try to forget that you said any of that. It’s..” 

 “None of your business.” you said simply. “Nance here doesn’t need to dive into her personal life for us, but is kind enough to open the floor up for conversation. So maybe keep it PG if you want to keep part of it.”

 Fred again couldn’t help but give you another eye roll, probably done with your butting in. Nancy placed a thankful hand on your shoulder as she tried to bring reason back to the three of you. “You just don’t know Jonathan. He’s not like you. He’s caring and compassionate and loyal.”

 She set down the tools, thinking hard for a moment until a small smile tugged on her lips. 

 “He’s so protective over the people that he loves. And he’ll never back down from what’s right, what's moral. No matter the pressure, no matter the personal cost. That’s why I love him.” 

 You were a little taken back to hear someone else speak so highly of your best friend. But Nancy’s genuine words got to you a bit and you found yourself slightly emotional over it. “That’s so sweet.” you cooed softly, nudging her arm lightly. “I love you guys.”

 The girl laughed a bit, rolling her eyes at you but smiling at the comment before she glanced down at the work before. An even prouder smile tugged at her lips as she presented the newly designed headline for you two. “It’s perfect.”

 Fred, who had grown quiet since Nancy humbled him down a bit, seemed to easily move on from things without any hesitance. His eyes scanned over the screen briefly. Brows knit together in disinterest. 

 “Eh, I’m still rooting for my alt.” 

 He proudly held up his alternative cover that displayed a more negative outcome of the game. It would seem that you weren’t the only one walking around school with a lack of school spirit. Before either one of you could critique the grim headline, the door to the editing room burst open. 

 “Nancy!” Mike yelled as he quickly stepped in, letting the door behind him bang against the wall before its hinges creaked loudly to close up. The whole room became quiet to the boy who had disrupted the peaceful atmosphere. He stood nervously for a second before his eyes slowly locked on to where his sister was. 

 “Nancy, hey!” he greeted, as if they had just run into each other in the hall. “Um, do you wanna join Hellfire tonight?”

 Beside you Nancy let out an actual seething grunt as she glared over to her brother. You couldn’t help but actually chuckle a bit at the whole interaction.

 “I’ll take care of this.” You said with a pat to the shoulder. 

 Stepping away from the desk with the hall pass, you grabbed onto Mike’s arm, taking him out of the class so that Nancy didn’t have the chance to drag him out herself. The boy grumbled a bit in your hold until you two were back into the quiet hallway. 

 “I don’t think Karen would approve of you coming into rooms without knocking.” You teased watching as Mike rolled his eyes. 

 “God forbid she ever does me a favor.” he sighed, adjusting the strap on his backpack. You gave him a sympathetic smile before ushering him towards the classes. Just when you were about to turn to go toward the bathrooms, he gripped at your arm.

 “You’re someone!” He said smiling.

 “Keen observation, Wheeler. Mind letting me go now?”

 “Join us! Hellfire tonight.” 

 “Yeah, I’d rather be chased around by Russian security again than do that.” you scoffed. 

 Mike frowned at your past memory before waving his hand. Brushing the comment away. 

 “It’s only for tonight. Dustin and I need to replace a spot. You wouldn’t even have to work too hard. We can even help you quickly fill out a character sheet before school ends.”

 You’re about to tell Mike where he can shove that sheet when his words suddenly stumped you. “Wait, did you say that the game is tonight?’ you asked slowly.

 “Yeah, tonight in the theater. Why?”

 Looking over at him with a glare, you crossed your arms as you approached Mike. Doing your best to keep down the frustration that easily came along with your friend’s brother. “Tonight is the basketball team’s championship game. So are you guys playing out the campaign after or?”

 Mike still cleared his throat as he scratched the back of his neck. His dark eyes stayed cast down to the ground rather than meeting yours. Even without speaking yet, his guilty silence was almost enough of an answer.

 “Hellfire’s game is tonight,” he said wearily. “It’s uh..at the same time as the game.”

 “And what, Lucas is gonna miss out on the game?”

 “..No.”

 You can’t help but let out another scoff at Mike. While you knew there was a recent difference in interests amongst the boys, you didn’t expect for any of them to ignore an important event so easily. 

 “So you guys don’t care at all to go and support Lucas?” you asked, raising a brow at him. “Whatever happened to looking out for a party member? Shouldn’t you guys hold off until the game is over or just wait for you to come back from break?”

 Mike let out a big sigh, trying to turn away from you now, but you quickly moved to stand in front of him again. Raising a brow at him until he gave you some sort of reasonable answer. 

 The boy paled even more, if possible, visibly gulping as he tried to think of what he could say that wouldn’t sound bad. But all he could do was shake his head. “Look, even when we tried, we’re not the only ones in this campaign. Besides, Eddie doesn’t care about things like basketball. He’s counting on us to finish the campaign before the break.”

 “And just screw over a friend along the way.” you muttered, annoyed with your friend’s biased views towards other cliques of the school. Glancing down at your watch, you made note of the limited time you have left in your period and quickly turned on your heel towards your next target.

 “Wait, so is that a no for Hellfire?!” Mike yelled from down the hall.

 “Go to damn class!”

There were thankfully not too many wandering kids in the front of the school. It made for an easy way to find the boy you were looking for. With his stupid hat, stupid shirt, and stupid voice yacking into the public phone. 

 “Just move your date this one time, come on!” he whined into the receiver. 

 Instantly you froze behind him. Unable to move or stop yourself from eavesdropping into the conversation. Considering the fact that everyone he knew was in school right now, you knew exactly who he was talking to. Which is what made the subject of a date twist at your stomach. 

 There’s a beat of silence before he spoke into the phone again. 

 “You’re just jealous ‘cause I have another older male friend.”

 The pride in Dustin’s tone is almost something admirable if it wasn’t such an embarrassing statement to say out loud. You’re pretty sure Steve is most likely unamused by the comment without having to be a part of the call yourself. 

 “The one? Are you serious? Because I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what you were complaining about last week.” There’s another pause that had Dustin scoffing. “And I’m supposed to believe it’s over? Actually, don’t answer that.  Because if I get involved in your love life any more than I already have, my cousin will actually–”

 “I’ll actually do what?” you piped up, watching as Dustin jumped in place from your sudden voice. He turned around, staring wide eyed at you before he adjusted the receiver into his ear properly.

 “Yes, it’s her.” he muttered, giving you a small glare. “No, I didn’t say anything about..No, I was not yelling out loud, Steve.” His eyes glanced over towards you briefly before he shook his head. “No, I will not– Don’t make me– ugh, Steve says hi.” 

 You stayed silent, unsure if responding to Steve or not would make things awkward. Dustin looked up at you expectantly, waiting for what should be a simple response. You chose to tap against your watch and signal for Dustin to end the call. He let out a small sigh before he adjusted the phone against his ear. Not at all faltered by your sudden displeasure towards him. 

 “No, she didn’t say anything..Yeah she’s pissed at me. Must have done something else since this morning.” he grumbled into the phone. Steve must have mentioned something he really didn’t like because he barely muttered out a pleading reminder about the game before he panicked again. “No, you can’t call me back I’m at..” he pulled the phone back and frowned at the item before hanging it up. “..school.”

 When he fixed his back pack back on his shoulders, he finally gave you his full attention. Raising a brow at you. “What did I do now?” 

 You slapped at his shoulder, making him yelp out. 

 “What was that for?”

 “That was for putting me on the spot.” You quickly slapped his other arm, earning the same reaction. 

 “And that one!?”

 “That was for planning on ditching your friend, tonight!”

 “I don’t have time for this!” he scowled, rubbing his arms. Without waiting for your rebuttal, he turned on his heels and made his way back inside the building. Leaving you to quickly follow in pursuit. 

 “Dustin,” you started sternly. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to ditch Lucas for some stupid game tonight? Don’t you think it’d be kinda nice to show him some support?”

 “One, it’s not a stupid game. And two, I’m not ditching him, he’s ditching us, okay?” Dustin sighed, shaking his head. “If anything, what he’s playing is stupid and he’s clearly decided that this game is more important than Hellfire. What happens next is out of my hands.”

 “Except it is considering you’re literally looking for his replacement.” you scoffed, following him towards one the halls to the courtyard. He’s about to step out the doors towards the quad and ditch you but you’re quick to grip at his arm, keeping him in place. “He might think you’re trying to replace him or something.”

 “Well, I kinda am. But it’s only for the rest of the campaign.” he shrugged. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.” 

 A headache began to form in your head again. Causing a splitting ache to pool all around as you tried to think of a way to help fix things before they got worse. “Look, I’m not meaning to make things complicated.” 

 “And yet you’re not letting me go.” he said, glaring down at your hand.

 “It’s just that Lucas could take this the wrong way. You guys aren’t kids anymore. You’re people who have to balance each other out. You can’t just always do what you want and forget everyone–

 “Oh, you’re one to talk.” 

 Rubbing at your tired face, you looked down to the ground almost defeatedly before an idea came to mind. “I could talk with Eddie if you wanted? Try to convince him to hold it off for another–”

 “Stop!” Dustin snapped, clearly displeased with the idea of you interfering. "I really don't need you meddling in my business."

 The tension between the two today seemed to come to a boiling point. Twisting the knot even more in your stomach. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you to have a random bickering moment. But something this time felt a little different. A little more personal.

 “I’m not meddling, Dusty. I’m just trying to help.” you offered carefully. “Decisions like this could lead to friendships falling apart. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

 His expression hardened before he quickly retorted, "You're not my mom. I can handle my own friends. Besides, it's not like you're an expert at keeping friendships intact. Remember Steve? The guy you couldn’t even bother to say hello to?"

 The mention of Steve hit a nerve and you sighed heavily. Despite this morning’s conversation, Dustin wasn’t able to fully comprehend the problems that surrounded your relationship with Steve. "This isn’t about me or Steve. It's about you possibly jeopardizing your friendship with someone I know you care about. I don’t want to come back next year and see that you guys have grown apart.”

 Dustin's eyes narrowed down at you. "It’s not about you and yet you’re placing yourself right in the middle of something that doesn’t need your presence.” He leaned forward, and despite not having the height over you, his anger managed to make you curl away. “Do me a favor. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go to the game tonight? Show Lucas some of that support you’re preaching about. Mike is leaving tomorrow, and we’re gonna make the most of tonight.”

 With that he quickly turned to leave before your mind could think of something to say back. All you could do was stand there frozen to muddle over his words. Was Dustin truly this upset about you helping? Did everyone see your help as meddling? A mixture of frustration, sadness, and regret nearly caused you to nearly double over as it turned into a physical pain. 

 Even dorks like him can see through your bullshit. (Tick)

 “Stop.” you muttered to yourself, picking yourself up enough to turn towards the direction of the editing room.

 Sorry, babydoll, this pill won’t be so easy to swallow. (Tock)

 The familiar nickname hit over you like a bucket of cold water. You hadn’t been called that since Bil–

 “There you are!”

 You jumped a bit in place, not expecting to hear another voice so suddenly. Looking to your right, you watched as Nancy quickly dashed over. A small smile on her face as she made her way to your side.

 “Hey,” you said softly, not quite finding confidence in your voice. “What’s up?”

 “What’s up?” Nancy repeated, laughing a bit before she thumbed in the direction towards class. “Class is over in five minutes. I thought you were just showing Mike out?” 

 A flush of heat spread over your face. Slightly embarrassed at just how far you lost the track of time in your quest to change your cousin’s mind. Without saying much, you gripped at Nancy’s arm and led her back to class. 

 “Do you think the editing team can score me a ticket to the game tonight?” you asked quickly, pushing your way into the door with her in tow. 

 The girl looked over at you incredulously before she snapped back into the conversation. “I feel like I’m missing a chapter here. Didn’t you have work plans tonight? Why do you suddenly want to come to the game? Don’t you hate sports?”

 You felt a little overwhelmed with the sudden rapid fire of questions but tried your best to answer them all in hopes of her helping you out. 

 “I do, but I’m gonna try and skip out early.” you sighed, pushing your stuff quickly into your bag. “And I want to go because I apparently have the only school spirit left in my family and need to show Lucas that his friends do care. And lastly, yes, I hate sports. But I’m willing to tough this one out for a bit.”

 Looking back up at her, you noticed she’s a bit hesitant over your words. The bell interjected before either of you could say anything else and you take a few seconds to calm your heart rate down from the weird voice in your head before.

 From the familiar look in her eyes, you could tell she wasn’t a hundred percent believing you. But after lunch with Robin, you knew that having another friend worried was the last thing you wanted right now. 

 “Are you okay?” she asked shortly after the brief pause, like you expected. “Because I can help with the ticket but..it looks like–”

 “I’m fine, Nance. But thanks for the solid.” you said quickly, not wanting to dive in that direction. “I’ll see you tonight.” With a quick wave, you made your way out the room and towards your next class. 

 Hopefully clear of any familiar voices. 

 This was a bad idea.

 From outside you could hear the crowd of people clamoring inside of the gym. Excited for the final game of the season to begin. For the majority, it was supposed to be a fun, anticipating night. You, on the other hand, were filled with dread.

 It came upon you the moment you stepped up to the doorway and caught sight of the beacon of hair that was your ex boyfriend. 

 Why of all places did Steve think to have a date at his old school’s basketball game? He could have easily gone anywhere in Hawkins. It wasn’t like he was at this school anymore. He didn’t need to pay attention to the high school games! So why the hell was he here on the one game you decided to go see?

 From the safety of behind the door, you watched as Steve quickly got up and gave a wave down towards the gym floor. A quick follow to his line of direction and you watched as Lucas on the court floor smiled up at him. Giving him a wave back from the bench. 

 Stupid caring Steve.

 “Hey! You’re finally here!” 

 You looked away from the door’s window to find Nancy peeking her head through on the open side. A small smile tugged on her face before she finally stepped out to join you in the hall. 

 “Yeah, managed to guilt Keith into letting me leave in record timing.” you chuckled nervously, patting your nervous hands over your dress. It was a lovely white cotton dress from Yves Saint Laurent’s spring collection. But under the yellow hued gymnasium, you weren’t sure if you looked as fresh and clean as you hoped. Especially with how tired you knew you looked today. 

 Nancy reached out for your hand, squeezing it lightly before she pulled you closer. “Are you sure you’re okay today? You seem kind of out of it. I’m sure Lucas won’t mind you missing. The game is almost done and he’s sort of distracted for the night.”

 “I’m fine.” you lied, not needing to stress out your friend. “Just haven’t slept well lately.” Your eyes glanced back into the room. Going directly to where Steve was sitting with his bubbly date. She’s from your grade, but you aren’t sure you’ve had any classes with her. “Besides, I’m already here. Might as well make the most of it.”

 Nancy hummed lightly, nodding her head towards the room. “The place is kinda packed tonight. You’re gonna have to stick by me and Fred.” Her blues turned back to you with a bit of mirth in them. “That is if you don’t try and kill him when he talks to you.”

 Your nose scrunched up at the mention of her friend. Behind her, you could see Fred speaking closely to the school’s photographer, giving him an earful as he pointed across the court. “Can’t make any promises.” you snorted. “Just try and keep him at your side if you can.”

 The two of you laughed at that and you finally left the safety of the doorway to enter inside the gym. Instantly you’re hit with a wave of emotions as the gym’s atmosphere washed over you. From your left you caught sight of a familiar green and orange combo and noticed Robin in the stands. She noticed you right away and brought her hand up to wave at you. 

 “You’re here!” she mouthed, making you nod your head at her. 

 From behind you could see as the interaction caught the attention of Steve who was nearby. The two of you awkwardly held eye contact for a second before you quickly tore your eyes away. Glancing at the scoreboard instead. Things weren’t looking so good for the school. 

 “You think the team has a chance?” you asked, leaning in towards the two beside you. Things weren’t looking so good for the school. 

 Nancy pursed her lips, jotting down a quick note on her journal before she glanced back at you. “I’m hopeful. There’s still time left in the game.” she answered, sounding genuinely hopeful. 

 Fred leaned forward, giving the two of you a cocky smirk as he held up his notepad. “An hour with the opposing team having a six point lead, Carver slowly losing it, and the team lagging so bad they’re fumbling. I highly doubt those sixty minutes mean anything.” he finished with a scoff.

 The two of you stared at him quietly for a moment before you leaned over and looked at Fred seriously.

 “Benson, do you think you can lighten up?”

  Unfortunately, Fred’s prediction seemed to be coming true. Merely four minutes later into the game the other team gained another three points.

 “Crap, player eleven just took out ten.” Nancy muttered, “I think he’s done for the night.”

 You looked over to where her attention was and frowned as you watched the other teammates help carry out the injured player towards the benchline. 

 “So they’re bringing in another player, right?” you asked, glancing to Nancy for confirmation.

 She looked up from her notepad with a slow nod before the realization hit her. “It’d be the next person up on the bench…”

 The two of you excitedly peered over just in time to watch as Lucas excitedly got up from the bench. Tearing off his track suit in order to join the rest of the team in the group huddle. 

 You couldn’t help but start clapping and jumping as you yelled out. “GO LUCAS!” 

 The boy, having heard his name thankfully, found where you were and shot you the gummy grin that you’ve seen so many times. It was an oddly familial sense of pride that surged in you and you couldn’t help but actually get excited for the game finally.

 “You sound pretty excited for just a benchwarmer.” Fred noted, adding the newest addition to his notes. “You think he’ll turn around the game?”

 “He’s a Sinclair.” you said confidently. “They’re stubborn but they sure as hell come through in the end.”

 And boy did he.

 In just the hour worth of game play, Lucas had managed to not only get the team’s points high enough to be only a point behind. Making it so that with one good shot, they could take the whole thing.

 Jason, who you thought had been ball hogging the whole night, seemed to be tied up in a bit of a corner. He quickly called out for a time out in the game. The clock showed it was the last ten seconds of the game. Making whatever last team huddle crucial. 

 “I don’t know, girls.” Fred sighed, pushing on the bridge of his glasses. “I still think they’re gonna mess it up.”

 “Oh come on.” Nancy laughed. “You seriously can’t sit there and tell us that after seeing the jump in points we managed to get to.”

 “I’m just a realist.”

 “Yeah, a real party pooper.” you teased, glancing over at the team again. “They finally have an ace in the group and you’re praying for their downfall.”

 Fred glanced over with you and scrunched his nose a bit. “Sinclair’s got talent. But nothing helps me sleep better at night than being proven right.” 

 The referee blew into the whistle again and you nodded over towards the court. “Get ready to eat your own words, Benson.” you mused. 

 The tension in the air was palpable by the time the players all returned onto the court. You could practically feel your own heart race as the game started up again. 

 Back and forth, the Hawkins teams passed around the ball, getting it to their main goal; Jason. In a quick second, he had a golden opportunity to secure the win. Shooting the ball out towards the hoop in a steady throw. The ball danced around the rim, teasing everyone with the possibility of victory, but it bounced off.

 In a split second, Lucas snatched the rebound. Turning away from the others on the swift turn of his heel as he doubled around and leaped into the air. Releasing the ball towards the hoop.

 Time seemed to freeze as the basketball circled the rim and bounced against the backboard. Then, with a collective gasp from the crowd, it dropped through the net.

 The gym erupted in cheers as the school's victory echoed through the air. Nancy and you shared a shocked glance of excitement before you started to cheer and clap. The entire school community joined in, creating a thunderous applause that seemed to shake the very foundation of the gymnasium.

 The team and cheerleaders all gathered into the main court floor, circling around Lucas and eventually picked him up into the air. Chanting out his name in victory. 

 In the midst of the celebration, you turned around, hoping to spot Robin in the stands. There were bursts of instruments booming into the air and cheers intertwined that added joyful noise to the atmosphere.

 However, as you scanned the crowd, your eyes locked onto something you definitely did not want to see. There, in an embrace, stood Steve with a date. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as his date pulled back, shooting him a happy smile before sealing the victory with a celebratory kiss.

New love, how promising. (Tick)

 A pang of discomfort surged through you, and a sudden headache gripped your temples. You felt the weight of the past in that moment, the history with Steve crashing back into your thoughts, and all the regret you’ve felt lately come at you. You quickly turned away, hoping to hide your reaction from Nancy before she saw anything.

 Guess she really might be the one. (Tock)

 You ignored the taunting words as you tried to process what you saw. Trying to picture it as the new normal when you felt a trickle of warmth on your upper lip. Touching it, you realized your nose was bleeding again. Panic set in, and you discreetly covered your face with your hand, attempting to hide the bleeding. 

 Nancy finally seemed to notice your suddenly odd behavior and called out to you. Reaching to place a hand on your shoulder. But you quickly pulled back, throwing out a quick excuse about feeling unwell and slipped away from the crowd. The gym door closed behind you, muffling the cheers, and you found refuge in a nearby empty classroom.

 Fumbling through a desk for tissues, you took a moment to compose yourself. The mix of emotions, the unexpected encounter, and the physical discomfort left you overwhelmed.

 Something was going on with you. But you couldn’t pinpoint what.

 Just as you were trying to stop the bleeding, the classroom door opened then closed quietly behind you. Startled, you turned to see Steve standing there, a concerned expression on his face.

 Whether it be the headache or the current ache in your chest right now, but the sight of a concerned Steve had you frowning at him. Not quite ready for him to see you at your most pathetic vulnerable place again. Especially after a day of awkward waves and avoiding phone calls.

 "What are you doing here?" you snapped, your tone sharper than intended.

 Steve, only a little taken back by the harshness of your tone, stepped closer towards you. "I saw you leaving in a hurry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

 You avoided making eye contact, focusing on keeping the tissue against your nose as you returned to giving him your back. "Just a nosebleed, Steve. It's nothing."

 He tilted his head. Eyes scanning over your face before he shook his head. “You sure it’s nothing? You don’t really look too good.”

 “Wow,” you chuckled half heartedly. “Thought I actually looked good tonight, thanks.” 

 “Look, I just meant I can tell you’re not okay.” he sighed, trying to keep the conversation calm. “I know that you might have seen–”

 “See you and your date kiss? No, I don’t think I did.” you said sarcastically, chucking the paper into a nearby trash can. A touch to your nose and you were happy to feel that you were clear of any more blood. But your happiness quickly disappeared when you turned to look back at Steve. 

 His jaw was tightened in annoyance and he carefully pinched at his nose for a moment before he glanced back at you. A more calming face now that he took a second. "That's not fair, and you know it. Besides, I didn't expect you to be here. I'm sorry if what you saw hurt you."

 “Don't need to apologize, Steve.” you groaned. It was unfair of you to be upset and the last thing you wanted was Steve to apologize about it.  But you struggled to get that out. “I just want you to leave. I mean, really, why are you even here? I’m fine. You have a date that’s obviously into you and ready to celebrate. Why aren’t you focused on that right now?”

 Steve remained unfazed, his eyes piercing through your defensive front. "Because I've been watching you all night, and while you might smile and joke with everyone else, it's clear to me that something's eating at you."

 A scoff fell past your lips as you tried to ignore the truth in his words. Leave it to Steve to be the only one tonight to see right through you. “I think you’ve forgotten what it’s like for me to watch a sports game. Nothing is wron—.”

 “Don’t lie. Not with me.” he cut in quietly, reminding you of all the past confrontations you’ve shared where he slowly broke down your walls. 

 “God.” you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing them to hold back the emotional tears that seemed to easily come forward when talking to Steve. “You should go. She’ll be wondering where you are, you know?” 

 His gaze softened, a mix of compassion and frustration. "I don't care about that right now. I care about you. Talk to me."

 Anger and frustration surged within you, fueled by your own self-loathing. "You don't get it, do you? We’re broken up. I'm leaving soon, a-and I can't drag you into my messed up head. I don't deserve whatever this is!" You waved your hand between the two of you. The air around you felt heavy and you wished that Steve would leave for the sake of giving your erratic heart a chance to calm down. “I shouldn’t be your concern anymore. Just go, please just..go.” 

 Steve took a step closer, his voice gentle but firm. "I told you. I don't care about any of that. Not when I know something is going on with you. I can't stand to see you like this. You're not alone, and you don't have to be."

 Something inside of you breaks down at the idea of Steve still trying to comfort you when he had no reason to. All he was doing was enjoying his night and you were the one pulling out the theatrics. But for some reason, you lived in a world where Steve Harrington would always comfort the people who hurt him the most. 

 He deserved better than that.

 "Well, it's too late now.” you croaked. Tears threatened to spill as you took a step back. “I can't keep going back to you whenever things get tough. I need to do better."

 Just as you contemplated making a run for the door, Steve gently grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward him. The warm palm of his hand ran up the side of your arms, making you shiver at how cold you didn’t realize you were until he was cupping at your cheek. 

 "You don’t need to do anything, Honey. Just let me in,let me help." he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. 

 Your breath turned heavy, and you barely had the chance to realize what was about to happen when he closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. And just like always, the world seemed to fade away as the familiarity of his touch ignited a spark of longing within you.

 From the looks of it, Steve felt the same as the two of you wrapped around each other. Wasting no time to soak in this moment. 

 Steve, with his arms now wrapped around the sides of your waist. And you, with yours locked around his neck to keep the kiss going. Neither one of you seemed to care where you were or what you were just talking about as you staggered back to hit against the large desk. 

 He reached down to grip around the back of your legs next, using a bit of strength to help get your rear to sit on the edge of the desk so he could wedge himself between your legs. The familiar heat rising inside of your chest when you felt the front of his jeans press against your inner thighs. His fingertips traced along the edge of your dress before he palmed at the thick part of your thighs. 

 You gasped at the sudden feeling, parting your lips against his and giving him the chance to trace the tip of his tongue against your mouth before he sealed them back together. The sensation of his tongue caused a moan to escape your lips. It’s been a while since you’ve been kissed like this and your head is spinning out of control.

The previous tension that had fueled your argument seemed to dissipate, replaced by the undeniable fire you both shared.

 He swallowed your moans as his lips stayed connected with yours, taking every second that he could to make your thoughts go away as you focused solely on him. Your hands eventually found their way to gripping at the collar of his shirt, trying to scratch at the small visible amount of chest hair that peeked through his shirt. 

 But just as quickly as you were wrapping your legs around his waist was the memory of him and his date kissing cutting in. And it was like a spotlight shined over what the two of you were doing. Quickly, you pulled back from the kiss, curling into yourself in order to try and get some air into your brain. 

 He seemed to catch onto things and gently reached back to help unwrap your legs from around him. Stepping back a step in order to stand before you but not completely pull away from you just yet. You let your hands fall back to rest on the desk to balance yourself while Steve ducked his face in the crook of your neck. Not quite able to break away from you just yet.

 You could feel as he brought a hand up to trace gently against the necklace on your neck. Toying with the single letter that rested in the middle.

 “Steve?” you asked softly, watching as he pulled away from your side to look at you now. There was a terribly familiar look of sadness to his eyes. Almost as if he knew what you were going to say next.

 “Please..” was all he said back.

 Reaching up, you quickly untied the necklace from your neck and gathered it carefully in your hands before you looked down. The sad glint of metal shining up at you finally caused the tears to roll down your cheeks. Feeling guilty again for what you were about to do.

 Reaching for his hand you gently placed the necklace down into his palm, curling up his fingers to hold it before you pressed a light kiss to the back of his hand.

 “I’m done hurting you, Steve. Please give this to someone who truly deserves it.”

 You quickly pushed yourself off the desk, fixing your dress before you made a step to leave. He was quick to catch your hand, looking at you with such a pleading look that you’d fall for any other day. "Don't do this. We can still fix things."

 His words held such a promise in them. You knew he’d give you the world if he could.

 “I can't meddle more in people's lives than I already have, I’m sorry. I just keep hurting everyone.”

 With that, you gently pulled your hand from his grip and left the empty classroom. Leaving behind the person you still loved. Knowing that in your attempt to set you both on the right path, heartache would be alongside the two of you.

 It was the hardest pill to swallow yet.

  It felt like forever for the crowds to finally pile out of the school. 

 The sounds of cheering made its way outside of the gym into the parking lot while you hid away near the side entrance to the school. It was hard to avoid everyone after you left Steve. You weren’t sure how you’d be with Nancy or even Robin if they asked what was wrong again.

 You severely needed to clear your mind of everything. Not think about the trouble you were causing to your loved ones and instead focus on trying to make most of the night. So after wiping away your tears, you found yourself making your way towards the school’s theater.

 It appeared to be clear of any of the hellfire members. Leaving behind its dungeon master to clean up the mess the others left behind. 

 He was busy stuffing away pieces of the game into a box as he whistled to himself. Looking over all the work with a grin on his face until he heard the sound of your footsteps. A slightly fearful look on his face before he pursed his lips at you.

 “You tryna give me a heart attack?” he grumbled, pointing a finger at you. “Coulda swung at you, Henderson.”

 You chuckled a bit, joining him at his side as you looked down at the sheets of paper he collected into a folder. “Excuse me, I thought nothing spooked you.” you mused, moving to sit down at the grand chair that was placed by the table. “How was the campaign? Worth missing Lucas’ game I hope?”

 Eddie breathed heavily through his nose, looking over at you unamused while he stuffed more supplies into the cardboard box. “I was warned you’d be in a mood.”

 “Oh really?”

 “Yeah, two little birds told me, actually.”

 The idea of Mike and Dustin as two annoying bickering birds sort of brought a smile to your face before you remembered how mad Dustin was at you. “Birds,” you repeated. “Can’t say they’re wrong. I’m sort of annoyed with all of you.”

 “Aw, you’re breaking my heart, Princess.” Eddie cooed, picking up the box. “I think I’m gonna go home and cry about it.” 

 Not waiting for you to follow, he quickly made his way onto the long pathway out of the theater. Making you slightly worried as you rushed after him. Thinking that he was actually upset with you until you approached the door and saw that he stayed by the entrance doors to hold it open for you.

 “You know you owe Lucas, right?”

 “God,” he said with an eye roll. “Sinclair made his choice tonight.” he pointed out after letting go of the door when you stepped out. “There’ll be other campaigns for him to join in the future. We still have a few months of school left.”

 “But basketball season is over and all his friends missed out on seeing him make the winning shot.” you huffed, walking alongside him as he made his way towards the parking lot. “Don’t you think this game could have waited until next week?”

 “He helped them win the game?” he said softly, an amused grin on his face. “Those Sinclairs, man. They’re something else.”

 You’re a bit confused by what he meant but pressed on in order to get to your point. 

 “Eddie,” you sighed, watching as he trudged down to where he parked his van. “You’re still missing my point.”

 “Your point is that you want all of us to stick together and be best friends until the end of time. Like some gooey family sitcom, right?”

 “Not the words I’d use but kinda.”

 Eddie glanced over his shoulder to frown at you. “That’s not how shit works but look,” he grunted, setting the box down on the hood of his car before he turned to face you fully. “If he’s really upset about it, the guy knows where to find me. Don’t make a big deal outta nothing.”

 The words were oddly similar to Dustin’s from before and you couldn’t help but become silent after that. Fighting with your head to keep the negative thoughts from continuing to ruin your night. 

 It’s not until Eddie opened up the back door to his van in order to put away the box that he noticed you had gone quiet. From the back you could hear a deep sigh from him until he closed up the doors and made his way over to stand beside you.

 “I’ll talk to him, ok?” he said softly, nudging you with his elbow. 

 His soft promise eased your mood a bit. But even that couldn’t stop your mind from being clouded by everything today. The fight with Dustin, the talk with Steve, and even the weird voices that your guilty conscience kept bothering you with. 

 "Alright, spill it. What's going on? You’re being off again," Eddie prodded, raising an eyebrow.

 You hesitated for a moment, worried that opening your mouth would just make matters worse. But you still replied anyway. "It's a lot of things. For some reason today, I feel like I’ve been just messing up with everyone. It’s hitting me harder than usual."

 Eddie's expression softened, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. "Mess up how?”

 “Well, Dustin's mad at me, Steve and I are officially over, and I’m making my other friends worried.” You turned your head to look up at him, feeling the slight pain your head returned as you spilled out your worries. “I just feel like I'm hurting everyone around me no matter how much I try to make things right.” 

 He looked at you with a determined expression. "You can't control everything, and you certainly can't make everyone happy. Why you put that much pressure on yourself is beyond me.” 

 His slight lecture made you feel a little embarrassed, making you reach up to the chain around your neck until you feel nothing. Slowly you remembered what you just did just a while ago. 

 You almost felt like crying again.

 “Look, Dustin’ll come around. Ok? He’s family and that means he’ll get over the little shit that doesn’t matter eventually. Your friends being worried about you is kinda a good thing because that means they care, and as for Harrington–”

 His voice cut off and you glanced up to watch as he painfully tried to spew out some sort of helpful advice for him but all Eddie ended up doing was shaking his head. Looking down at you with a sorry look. “Is he really worth feeling this shitty?”

 “He means a lot to me, Ed.”

 “Even after he practically broke your heart? Not even considering for a moment to go with you?” he asked, not caring to sugar coat the question at all.

 “He has his reasons.” you mumbled, trying not to feel pathetic for sticking up for Steve. Even if his answer did break your heart. 

 “He has excuses.” Eddie scoffed, looking away from you as a frown tugged on his brows. “Harrington is an idiot for not wanting to follow you.”

 “No, he’s not. Don’t say that.” you said quickly. Despite the heartache and sadness that came with everything,  you’d hate anyone to think so negatively of Steve. “He’s got his own life to live.”

 “And he can’t live it with you?”

 The words throw you off more than you expected and you have to lean against the door of the car to keep yourself balanced. The truth was, you weren’t sure what was the right answer anymore. Because at the end of the day, neither one of you were prepared for what the future held. 

 The more you thought about it, the more it seemed to do your head in. The only promising prospect was the idea of being able to leave Hawkins and go home. It was just unfortunately, alone.

 Eddie sighed beside you before he nudged at your side once more. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “This whole thing just..sucks.”

 “It does suck.” you confirmed, looking back at Eddie with a sad smile. “Wanna get out of here? I’m thinking of heading home.”

 “I can drive you home,” he nodded. 

 “No, home, as in California.” you said half-joking. 

 Eddie smiled at that before he wrapped an arm around your neck, bringing you down to tousle at your hair. “How about instead of the road trip, I take you out for a bite to eat? Burgers make a great remedy for heartaches.”

 The annoyance of having your hair messed up is quickly changed into a bit of happiness at the idea of Eddie’s attempt to fix your mood. “I’d like that.” you nodded, pushing out of his arms to fix your hair. “Let’s go.”

 “All right, but we might have to stop by my place first.” he winced, almost like he was in pain.

 “Why’s that?”

 “Okay, Eddie, I’m ready to go!” came a shaky voice from behind you.

 You turned around to find Chrissy Cunningham of all people standing near the back entrance. Shy smile on her face as she waved over at you.

 “What the hell?”

  “So, are you two friends?”

 From the backseat of the van, you struggled to keep a straight face as you watched the interactions between Eddie and Chrissy. Since she stepped down the steps of the school and met you both in front of the van, there was an air of awkwardness in the air.

 Thankfully not from you.

 No, you were perfectly comfortable in the back of Eddie’s van. Slightly entertained at seeing the two attempt to make small talk in front of you.

 Eddie for some reason did not know how to react as coolly as you knew he could. The girl brought out this inner dorkier side of him that you were unaware of. It reminded you about the first time you truly hung out with Eddie. At Tina’s Halloween party. They held a connection then and seemed casual. So why was it so different now?

 “Hello?” Chrissy asked softly.

 “I’m sorry!” you coughed, shaking your head from your thoughts. “What were you asking me?”

 “I asked if the two of you were friends.” she repeated, eyes flickering between the two of you. Very quickly you leaned forward to pat her shoulder gently, giving her a small smile. 

 “Only when I need a ride.” you said simply, earning a scoff from Eddie in the driver’s seat. 

 Chrissy finally seemed to crack out of her nervous state and let out a small laugh. Almost relieved. "Got it.” she nodded. “You guys had me wondering if I had interrupted a moment back at the school."

 At that you couldn’t help but ask the question that came into mind since she joined you two tonight. “You have me wondering too. What brings a popular girl like you on a mission for drugs tonight?"

 She sighed, her guard dropping for a moment. "Honestly, I just need something stronger to help me sleep. A lot has been overwhelming me lately..I just need to forget. Even for just one night.”

 There was an air of desperation in her tone that tugged at your heart. Not even for the fact that it was sad, but because deep down something that anxious and desperate was building up inside of you as well.

 “And you think drugs are what’s gonna calm you down?” you asked softly, looking over at Eddie. “What are you asking for anyway?”

 “Special K.” they both said at the same time. 

 You weren’t even sure what that even was but felt a small pang of worry build up in you. Eddie’s side hustle wasn’t the most ethical thing you’d like for your friend to do. But at the same time you understood people had different means of living. And who were you to judge them for that?

 “Well, if the special K doesn’t work out as well as you hoped, I’m here to talk if you ever need an ear.” you offered, hoping not to sound as meddling as you have been today. 

 Chrissy sighed, a hint of sadness falling into her tone. "I don't want anyone to worry about me. Plus, it's hard to explain to people who seem to have it all together." 

 Her blue eyes locked onto you at that. Did she really think that you had it all together? 

 “Trust me, Chrissy. The majority of people at our school, including myself, have no idea what we’re doing.” you started, picking at the hem of your dress. “I’m pretty sure my life is about to get turned upside down and it’s not even finals yet.” 

 The words sounded more light than you really meant to, but it thankfully gave Chrissy another reason to laugh. Hopefully having some sense of relief to hear another peer give off the same sentiments.

 “Henderson is right.” Eddie pointed out, turning down the pathway to his house.  “If we all had our shit together, I’d have been out of here two years ago.” 

 “You would have been out of here if you had shown up to class now and then.”

 Eddie looked into the rearview mirror to playfully scowl at you. "Hey, I had better things to do!"

 “Playing pool in some dive bar outside of town is not something better to do.” you snorted, hearing Eddie’s engine sputter like him as it slowly turned off.

 If it weren’t for the fact that you guys were parked in front of Eddie’s trailer, you were pretty sure he’d attempt some sort of reply. But now that it was back to his business, he settled for giving you the finger before he glanced over at Chrissy. “It’s kinda cold out here if you want to wait inside for me to look.” 

 The blonde nodded her head quickly, unbuckling her seat belt before she hopped out of the van. Eddie was going to do the same when he noticed you weren’t moving from your seat. There was a confused look on his face that had you chuckling a bit.

 “What? Aren’t you gonna go inside?”

 Eddie licked over his lips, nervously glancing out the passenger window to a waiting Chrissy before he frowned at you. A small pout on his lips. “Well yeah but..aren’t you coming too?”

 “To help you make your deal?” you asked, adjusting yourself in the back to get comfortable. “Count me out, Mister. I’m not going to get caught in a drug deal anytime soon. I’d rather freeze my pretty little behind off.”

 His eyes widened, "What? No, it's perfectly safe!” he coughed, perplexed. “Besides, you've been in my house before. You know I've got some stuff there."

 You waved your hand, ignoring that bit of information before you smirked at him. "Look, Eddie, this is your chance to have some alone time with Chrissy.” Again his face turned into pure shock at your words. “I happen to know that you've had a thing for little Miss Cheer since last year. Now she’s willingly coming to your trailer. Seize the opportunity, my man!"

 “She’s here for drugs!” he scoffed. “Just come in with us so it’s less awkward.”

 “You’ve been making her wait forever now. She’s probably frozen in that skirt.” you said offhandedly. 

He shook his head in disbelief, "This is ridiculous. She’s one of the most popular girls in school. She has a boyfriend."

 The thought of Jason Carver made the two of you visibly scowl before you waved your hands. “Popularity means nothing. I mean, I hang out with you and that’s not a big deal.”

 “You’re not like the others.” he mumbled under his breath. 

 You brushed off his comment, focusing on the matter at hand, “Come on, Eddie. Take the chance.” you said, trying to encourage him. “See what happens.”

 For what felt like a long minute, all Eddie did was stare at you like he was trying to figure you out. As if the words you said weren’t clear as day and had some other meaning to them. Which they did, you wanted him to find someone too. Someone that had the time to open up their heart properly and not so haphazardly as you have. But you couldn’t exactly say that.

 "This is stupid,” He sighed, resigned. “But fine. We’ll be right back.”

 From your spot you watched as Eddie lamely excused your absence, waving his hand over at the van before he walked up the stairs to his trailer and opened the door up for Chrissy and entered inside the home.

 You took the time alone to dissect the events that happened today.

 One thing was Dustin definitely had his own convictions about you. Whether it be about butting into his life, breaking up with Steve, avoiding Steve, or just some other thing you weren’t even aware of. 

 Then there was Steve..

 Well, you felt pretty much like a broken record about him. Not only were you still in love with him, but you were officially over. Returning that necklace would surely cement that now. Even if you regretted that whole day in your driveway. Wishing that you could go back and just..pause like he had wanted. But it was too late for that now and you’ve brought in someone else into your life to ruin.

 Another thing would be that Robin and Nancy were both definitely worried about you and you were out of excuses to explain what was wrong. Mostly because you had no idea what the hell was wrong with you. It’s not like you weren’t faced with struggles before. Why was this year suddenly worse?

 Maybe it had to do with the fact that there was a recurring voice in your head that laid out all your inner guilty thoughts. Or the nightmares that plagued your night, or headaches that ruined your days, or even the newest addition; nosebleeds. 

 There’s absolutely no more room in your mind for the list of problems that you already had. If there wasn’t a way to fix at least one of these things, you were pretty sure you’d lose it by the end of spring break. 

 Maybe you needed to actually take the week off. Go home and see your parents. Get a break from the mess that you got yourself into at Hawkins. Ironically it was supposed to be the place to get you out of your mess from California, but stranger things have happened since then.

 “CHRISSY! CHRISSY! CHRISSY!”

 The sudden sound of Eddie yelling pulled you out of your contemplative thoughts and you quickly rushed to the back of the van, pushing open the back door so that you could stand before the house. The screams continued on inside but you were frozen in fear at the sight of lights blinking rapidly inside. Sending a familiar chill up your spine.

 “No.” you whispered, not ready for this to happen again. It couldn’t! The gate was closed! This couldn’t be happen–

 “HELP!”

 Without a second thought, you rushed up the stairs into the trailer, nearly tripping your way in. “Eddie?!” you gasped, finding your footing before you noticed the two right away. 

 Chrissy was standing completely still before a panicked Eddie. He was smacking at the side of her cheek, screaming out for her to wake up when he looked back to see you. “Holy shit, Henderson, she’s like, tripping out!” he yelled, voice cracked with panic.

 “What the hell did you give her?” you frowned, joining his side to try and shake the girl. It wasn’t until you were close enough that you noticed the whites in her fluttering eyes. “Shit is she having a seizure?” 

 “I gave her nothing, man. I don’t know what the hell is going on!” he said, pinching at the sides of her neck, arms, anywhere to get a response out of her. “Chrissy! Wake up!”

 “We need to get her out of here!” you urged, knowing the danger that could be lurking with the room’s lights blinking like this. If it’s anything you’ve dealt with before, a panicked Eddie and comatose Chrissy would be nothing against a demogorgon. 

 You reached for her hands, trying to clap at her hands and get her body to snap out of it. But the more you tugged, the farther she seemed to get away from you. Wait, how the hell is she moving?

 Glancing down at her feet, you noticed that her body has slowly started to ascend up in the air towards the ceiling. “What the fuck?” you gaped. This didn’t happen before..

 Eddie, having noticed her rising state, staggered back. Eyes wide and shocked at what was going on. “W-what do we do?” he asked you, looking up as Chrissy rose towards the roof of the trailer. 

 “We-..I-..” your breathing became strained and you felt like your heart was about to go into cardiac arrest the faster the lights blinked. What the hell was going on?

 Her body shot up into the air, like a marionette doll manipulated by unseen strings. Eddie fell back from the sudden change, cursing out loud as he fell down to the floor.

 You stood there, helpless and paralyzed by fear. The limbs of her body began to twist and turn in unnatural directions. Creating a sickening sound of bones twisting that echoed in the air. The scene unfolded with a nightmarish intensity, and you could feel the tendrils of something dark wrapping around the room. 

 “N-no.” you said, watching next as her mouth cracked into a haunting angle. 

 A wave of dizziness washed over you. It was as if the very ground beneath your feet was giving way. You stumbled backwards until you finally fell down into the ground. Your vision narrowed away as the darkness began to take over the world before you. 

 “No.” you said again, fighting to stay awake. You had to get out of there. But you couldn’t fight this power over you. The last thing you saw before succumbing to unconsciousness was the sight of Chrissy’s eyes sinking into her head and the sound of Eddie’s screams.

A/N: Hello! It’s been so long since I’ve been working on this chapter. I redid it like three times and still aren’t quite happy with some parts. But! It’s up and will hopefully help me to get to the storyline. I know it’s kinda angsty but I promise i’ll have fun in here again and more Steve/Reader. Thank you for taking the time to read this! Love y’all~

TAGGING REQUEST:

@cluz1babe​ & @starofavolonea​ 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #Steve Harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x henderson reader #stranger things fic #cac

[thesharktanksdriver]

Call Sign: Sharky (Platonic)

Part 1, part 2 part 4 part 5

Sorry if parts repeat like some people noticed. There’s not much I can do about it and it seems to be a glitch with the keep reading line. My posts are long and I don’t wanna clog people’s pages so y’all will have to deal with it

Also thank you all for your support!.

The topic of your Call sign is often ones that’s discussed with confusion with 141

Each time you were asked you’d come up with a new story something like “dad was a marine biologist”, “I was raised by sharks sharkboy style and was taken in by the military” or “I just wouldn’t shut up about them”

It leaves all them confused and silently curious

Call signs most of the time have meaning to them

Now some can certainly be stupid or embarrassing but they get them for a reason and Sharky is a specific one

One that came with you when you had found yourself transferred over to 141

One that came with you when you had found yourself transferred over to 141

One that came with you when you had found yourself transferred over to 141

One that came with you when you had found yourself transferred over to 141

One that came with you when you had found yourself transferred over to 141

Which had meant that only you and your past squadron knew that meaning

And meant ghost, Soap and Gaz we’re clueless as to getting it except from you

Price is not it the same situation as them, partially because he knew your past captain

In fact he’s good mates with him, they had used to serve together before climbing both their ways up the ranks

Even got your recommendation from him

But when he decided to ask the question of your Codename he didn’t really expect that it had more than what meets the eye

“Your wondering about their Codename?.” He questions looking over to Price whom sits beside him at the bar. Price nods, making his old friend laugh a bit and add “I’ll have to give some context first before we get to that point”.

“Context of what?”

“Oh, of when they first joined”

When you had first joined you were much different to how you were now

You were a shy little thing, less confident to how you were now. Downright afraid of the others on your team

There was a very clear and tall wall you put between yourself and everyone else no matter how they tried to reach through to you

It took a long while but after some time one of them had gotten through to you

Salamander, but everyone at the time called him Sal for short

He was an a older soldier, mid-50’s with a wife and kid

It’s that reason why he was able to connect to you, having experience with a child of his own

He showed you the ropes, helping bridge that gap between you and the others

You began to open up more, talking in hushed mumbled before they evolved to full on discussions

You knew a lot of weird and obscure facts, stuff most of them hadn’t known about

You specifically talked quite a bit about marine life since a few of them were ex-navy and you thought that would be funny

It admittedly was especially when you joke that “you’d think they’d teach you about this stuff when your at sea” and “maybe I’m more navy than you guys”

It was nice, you were opening up and some had even began trying to debate each other over call signs for you

They weren’t really sure what to give you yet but it was the mission that finalized it

“The mission?”

“Yeah…the mission. What gave me their name”

The mission was ok at first, that’s the main thing you remember about it

No initial panic just clear waters both figuratively and literally as your footsteps crunch down on golden yellow sand

But then like a nuke dropping everything went to shit

It’s blurry to your mind what had initially happened but you ended up hiding behind some washed up driftwood

Sal was beside you clutching his neck as you did your best to keep him from bleeding out

The shrapnel lodged in his neck was too deep, blood pouring through your fingers as you pleaded with him to hang on

Your vision was blurred by tears as you watched the life drain from him

He often talked about his wife, his kid, and yet he now laid here beside you. Forgotten in the sand as your hands shook

Something came over you, that primal urge that every living creature had in times of peril

The urge to survive no matter what

Your adrenaline was running high, the pops of gunshots making it worse along with the red that began dying the once yellow sand

Your breath is getting quicker as you begin to see red

And then you can’t remember what happened other than the overwhelming feeling of panic and the urge to protect

When the haze over your mind cleared the pungent taste of iron filled your mouth and clogged your nose

You feel shaky, almost as if your entire body was hollow

taking a step back you almost trip over something, making you stumble a bit as you look down to see the dead face of the enemy staring back

Pure terror is twisted on his once moving face that bows stuck in the perpetual horror he died while feeling

Your attention is drawn away when you hear your captains voice, it cuts through the static that muffled the crashing waves and squawking pelicans that sounded so distant

His hand is on your shoulder, his eyes staring down at you with worry as blood dribbled down from your lips

Your dazed and confused. Eyes wide and pupils blown out

“Captain what happened. Why do I taste blood?” It’s such a simple question but it shakes him to his core, you sound so afraid. Like a kid

You are a kid compared to them but this just makes it more obvious

The remaining part of the squadron both injured and tired watch on as their captain talks to you gently

Your shaking like a leaf, blood drenching you as he draped an arm over your shoulder and walked you towards them

You don’t stare at your teammates though, you instead stare at the once blue water that was turned scarlet red

Off in the distance you see the distinct shape of a fin or two poke out from the water

The crashing of the waves felt louder despite the fact you walked farther and farther away

Rolling in and retracting back out in a cycle

You notice near a body in the sand two fingers, discarded and bloodied and a memory flashes in your mind

The enemy, captain, scuffle, bite, spit out, kill, safe, move on

It now explains the blood that isn’t your own that you spit out

You fill in the blanks about what happened by asking your teammates afterwards who are nervous to answer

Seemingly afraid to send you into a panic attack after learning what had happened

Apparently you went apeshit on the enemy, to the point the team did barely anything as you did the brunt of the work

You used your pistol, when you ran out of ammo you used the empty gun and your knife

At some point one had grabbed the captain, was about to put a bullet through his head before you intervened

The human jaw despite how weak it is compared to the bite of something like a dog or a big cat, it’s much more powerful than we give it credit for

Exerting up to Around 125 kg of force or 162 lbs per square inch

Usually something like this doesn’t happen much considering you’d have to get through skin, tissue and tendon but you had done it via your adrenaline

You bitt off the guy’s fingers, not one but two and then spat them out

You then killed him, his body dropping down to the sand just like his fingers did

It’s what earned you your nickname Sharky

You see

Shark attacks are much less common as one would think compared to how their portrayed in the media. Sure, they do happen but it’s less likely for one to be lethal

Your more likely to be killed by a deer or mosquito than a shark

They usually attack when provoked or when confused after mistaking a human for a seal

They dislike our flavour, so after an attack they usually discard us after the initial bite

Much like how rare a lethal shark attack actually is in comparison to other animal related deaths it’s rare that someone can bite off someone’s finger

And like a shark you spat it out

Thus your clever nickname given to you by your teammate Kansas after remembering your ramblings of the aquatic sea creature

“It just kinda stuck after that” he says taking a sip of his beer before placing it down onto the countertop, his thumb circles it’s rim as he looks down into the gold liquid. “Their a good kid. Their happy right?” It comes out as somewhat hoarse, he’s more choked up than he’d like to admit.

“Yeah, their happy. Hasn’t been a day I hadn’t woken up to find them with a shit eatin grin”

“Good. Funny how they’ve brightened up from such a shy kid.”

He pulls back from his chair, placing down his cash plus a small tip for the bartender who accepts it eagerly

“Good to see you again Price. I’ll keep in contact” just as he’s about to leave he adds one more thing “ps, they write about you a lot”

“Write?”

#platonic #Sharky y/n #captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #modern warfare x reader

[lilwnet]

Spencer Dating a True Crime Fan: Headcanons

Summary: a true crime junkie and an FBI agent, the Universe must be laughing its lungs out. Some vague-ish headcanons on what it’s like to be in such a relationship. In general, the sweetest, most supportive boyfriend Spencer Reid, and caring, brilliant you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Warnings: don’t think I went to extremes or described anything graphic, however, I’d recommend giving it a pass if you aren’t comfortable with anything true crime. Besides, it’s kinda long and isn’t proofread.

A/N: I’m not a native English speaker, and it’s frustratingly hard for me to speak — and write — good, authentic English, especially grammar- and punctuation-vise as my first language interferes heavily. Hence, beware because there are mistakes!

When you say it to Spencer or he sees you getting interested in a book dedicated to a prolific murderer, he’s perplexed. Being exposed to so much evil in his life, he couldn’t wrap his head around the reason for you to be so invested in true crime.

Yet, when you explain it to him, he wonders if he’s a true crime fan, too.

For you, it’s always been quite fascinating why people resort to such a brutal, inhumane and cruel way of dealing with daily struggles; then, you say about “stranger danger”, your parents’ precautions and warnings that made you curious from the very young age why they are so focused — or overly focused — on safety. Finally, you want to understand why some people get high off killing others, meaning, you’d like to get a hang of their brain’s system, of their choices, life, history, psychological evaluation. In general, that coincides with what he does for a living.

I believe you wouldn’t know about his occupation at that point of your relationship. It’s pretty early on, quite possibly the first date when Spencer rather nervously asks you to tell more about yourself that you just blurt it out. The thing is, you’ve grown quite used to the fact that some people find you weird for taking a liking in such a dark topic. You thought, the earlier you say, the lesser it’d hurt if you were to go your separate ways.

However, Spencer surprises you. After your explanation, he seems to get it and then laughs genuinely as he realises how comical the situation is. If you meet through one of your mutual friends, Reid will question their sense of humor. If you meet randomly, he doesn’t know what to question, yet will get pumped up by fate’s unpredictable, always on-point turns.

You, a true crime junkie, is now dating an FBI agent, an SSA with BAU.

When he finally stops laughing and sees your bemused reaction, he proceeds to reveal his job, and you join the new wave of laughter.

After that, you talk about some cases he deals with, although you try your best to read, profile the agent to avoid pressuring him into reliving said crimes. Later on, the mutual agreement would be to only talk about it when both want to.

Surprisingly, Spencer feels like talking about it a lot, still he doesn’t resolve to graphical descriptions. He finds it soothing to share the story and push it right to the back of his head.

You, in turn, are a remarkably good, careful listener who doesn’t hide their emotions. You shed tears if it hits you hard, you comment when you believe a killer to be an absolute idiot, you make a face when you’re disgusted or annoyed.

Reid finds it refreshing; his colleagues, he himself, have built up façades as nonchalant, unfazed, gathered, their walls too high and thick for anyone to question the authority and experience.

Maybe it isn’t just the sharing part that helps him go through the hardest aspects of his job, but you, your mannerism and your presence.

What he likes most is how compassionate you are. You both believe the rationale for it is the amount of information you know about true crime.

When you discuss something — his case or something one of you has read — and you ask Reid about a victim’s family or focus on a victim’s background rather than a killer’s, he can’t help but hug you tight.

As an FBI agent, Spencer has gone to a couple of crime-related events, orchestrated by FBI or scrutinisingly arranged by ex-BAU agents, and he knows how little attention people pay to those who suffer the most. So, seeing you doing the exact opposite of what he encounters daily melts his heart.

Now, if you’re just a listener and/or a reader, he will ask you about your favourite podcasts or Youtube channels to buy a ticket — or tickets — to their shows or find you books about some perpetrators he believes you might find fascinating to study.

BUT if you’re doing a podcast or a Youtube show, or both, it’s a whole different story.

The minute you say it, Spencer is hooked on and ties himself in knots to find out more. You don’t show him an episode as you find it rather embarrassing, hence, Dr. Reid resolves to the only option he can think of.

Spencer asks Penelope to show him how to use Youtube or a podcast app. Garcia is surprised and eager to help, albeit upset when she realises Reid won’t say a word to explain his sudden interest in technology.

When he picks up the interface and the general idea of a website, he buys a new phone to have a chance to listen to your voice and to see you in both a Youtube box and a FaceTime box when he’s away on never-ending cases.

If you have a concept of doing something simultaneously while talking true crime — think of Bailey Sarian or MissMangoButt — he’d be so impressed. True crime is hard enough as there are many subtle, intricate details to elaborate on, and you do it almost effortlessly while focusing on something else at the same time!

(If you’re knitting, Spencer’ll ask you to knit something for him to see you do it while elaborating on a story, and he feels so soft inside, he can’t really explain why).

If you’re just telling a story, he’s as equally impressed. Spencer has a stage fear, a fear of public speaking, he’s camera shy. And you’re there talking, providing photos, your reaction is as real as when the two of you talk. You seem so natural at it.

Dr. Reid’s well-aware of every case you discuss or at least he has heard of them. He still listens or watches amid a) your style of telling a story; b) your humour and your mannerism; c) it’s you… how he can not listen to you or watch you? Apart from that, you’re doing something to spread awareness on never-decreasing crime rates.

Besides, he’s awestruck at the way you tell a story like some novelists do. An intriguing beginning, either slowly painting the surroundings for listeners or almost shoving them right into the midst of a case, then a build-up that leads to a climax and an end, letting your listeners know that some weirdos are held accountable or concluding that criminals never stop.

At first, the genuis listens to it when he’s home alone or in hotel/motel rooms after his own cases. Then, Spencer plucks up the courage to say he’s so proud of you and your work and provides you with a number of episodes he has watched or listened so far.

“I feel like I might become a true crime junkie because of you,” he’d joke. “Seriously, I would love to listen to all of them, but I don’t want to look, uh,” Reid stumbles over his words not to sound rude. “I don’t really want strangers or my colleagues to listen to what I’m listening to.”

Next thing Spencer knows you gift him two different pairs of wired headphones; the first goes with his phone, the second quickly reminds him of the headphones he once described as the only technology he has seen that he’d like to have.

Yeah, he’s a true crime junkie now, too, but he is your true crime junkie. Spencer watches all the episodes until he runs out of them and then waits patiently for the uploading day.

He grows so comfortable with your soothing voice, it helps him sleep. When you joke about something, Reid chuckles and, strangely, has no shame for it, even when five pairs of eyes stare at him, puzzled, while he sits comfortably with his eyes shut and his headphones in.

When he sees you doing some research or writing a script for another story, he won’t intervene unless you ask him to. He won’t be offended if you’re working things on your own — because why would he be? — but he’s so happy to give you a hand. To him, it means you value his ideas and opinion.

Spencer helps you find the information you need by just stating a fact or a detail you’ve spent an hour looking for, or scanning through your script if it seems shabby to you. In most cases, he says that you’re an overthinker, and everything is great, yet he does provide the critique to enhance your work.

If you have a concept similar to Payton Moreland’s “Binged” when she examines two cases on a common theme, he might suggest you cases to look at.

Sorry, but he’ll never join an episode, and you shouldn’t push him to.

Now, topics are heavy, still Spencer knows his limits and takes breaks when needed to avoid overstimulating his mind or getting increasingly anxious on daily basis.

Furthermore, he lets you accept that you need to have a rest, too, for the exact same reasons.

True crime aside, you still have so much to talk about, from gossips to carpet history.

Bonus: with Spencer slowly opening up to technology, you two exchange breakthroughs in cold cases.

For example, when the Golden State Killer was caught, you two spent the majority of the day connecting the dots and discussing the case, and the court hearing made you two shook.

He didn’t actually work that day, and neither did you, but who cares?

Hotch does, so you better keep low-profile.

#off point but Spencer would 100000% date a podcast reader who sends him 47 minutes voice message and he listens to all of it on 1x #btw didn’t like making him less technophobic… it’s such a he-trait and loosing it is :( #criminal minds #cm #criminal minds headcanons #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid headcanons #spencer reid x y/n

[cyyfics]

Hi! Can I request dating hc’s for Betty?

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Betty Dating Hc’s

Paring: Betty x reader

Warning(s): NSFW! At end.

Note; yes! I’m so glad someone requested this I love Betty sm

Double note: IM SCARED TO WRITE HER CHARACTER WRONG IM NGL I’m kinda scared I did

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SFW

- when you two meet for the first time you start out as great friends, for some reason the woman attracted you from the very beginning however.

- you found that you love her eyes, wherever she looks your gaze has to follow, you could get lost in them forever-

- betty started to find herself growing flustered at times when you two were together, a random blush creeping onto her face, or a slight stammer in her words. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was starting to really like you.

- she’d talk about you to her friends or just anyone who would listen, making silly comments sometimes like “we looked into each other’s eyes in the bookstore.”

- you two would hang out to discuss nerdy topics together, giggling on your couch while sipping from your mugs. She would rave to you in a way- about her favourite books, her theories, things she’s seen. It was all very amusing.

- she’s sorta delusional. but she’s also not. definitely not actually, but she definitely acts like it at times.

- sometimes you’d try to give her some sort of hint you liked her, simple things like being slightly more affectionate or going out of your way to make her laugh. She never really saw your advances, not until you actually confessed to her.

- on other times, she’d like to try and give a hint to YOU which you wouldn’t notice either. She would try to impress you with knowledge over random things, she’d try and say something to make you smile, or laugh.

- some days, you two would get caught up. Sitting outside watching the sky, and all of a sudden the two of you are now holding hands. Not a word is said but there’s meaning to it, to this very moment.

- not long after that had happened, you felt like some sort of weight was carried from your shoulders. You felt breezy, happy, you couldn’t be more confident. And confident you were, you knew you had to confess.

- betty was actually having a very similar feeling, on the way to tell you and about to knock on your front door- when you pull it wide open and begin to step out. The two of you knock into each other sending you tumbling backwards onto your arse.

- “oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- i’m so clumsy-“ Betty furrowed her eyebrows as she hurriedly grabbed at your hand and attempted to pull you up, only somehow ending up on the ground beside you. The two of you laughed, sharing the moment together.

- “what made you come here in such a rush?” You would ask her “I just came to tell you something, actually.” Betty rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly before huffing and wearing a newfound confidence “I like you. A lot.” Betty announces.

- you were happy, you were confused, you were happy though. “Really? You do?”

- she loves cuddling with you. She will have you lie down on top of her while you’re both either lying on the couch or sitting up in bed.

- she likes it when you play with her hair, it really makes her smile. You will play with it a lot absent-mindedly, not even realising what you’re doing half the time.

- she will get into whatever you’re into, or she will at least try to. You like a show? She’s watching it. You like a book? She’s reading it. You’re into cars? And suddenly she will be studying them closely.

- she will give you a lot of compliments just out of nowhere, she will see you when you’ve just woken up and tell you you’re beautiful. She will compliment things you’re doing as well, saying you’re doing great when you’re preparing food or even vacuuming.

- she likes to hold your hand in public, it’s just a sweet romantic gesture for her - as well as a way to make sure neither of you wander off. Occasionally in the past, the two of you would sometimes get curious seeing something and would quietly wander away, freaking out the other.

- she loves doing thrilling things with you! Cliff diving, deep sea diving, roller coasters.. you name it, the two of you did it.

- she will take you on many dates. Many.

- she will show you all the places she knows of that she thinks you might like, maybe a spot in this forest, or a simple pond you didn’t know existed nearby your house.

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NSFW (Neutral Bit)

- she loves it when you touch her boobs, like I’m sorry but it’s true. She loves it, she lives off it. you will both just be doing something and then suddenly your hand will be resting on her chest, she loves it.

- she likes it when you kiss her neck, suckling on the skin leaving dark red and purple marks. she likes the sting of it afterwards too. after sex she will be looking at the marks for hours in the mirror, her fingers trailing over the darkest spots and hissing from the slight pain - that she couldn’t help enjoying.

- grab her hips. do it.

- I think she’d totally be a switch, doing either one depending on how you felt.

- she likes seeing you in lewd positions, even in everyday situations where you’re not even trying to be sexy- like when you’re bent down on the floor looking for something, or on your knees for something.

- always trying to find new ways to please you, ranging from trying tricks she’s read about - or heard about, to trying out a new kink.

- she’s an experimentalist. Totally is. She would try anything at least once- or twice.

- she loves riding. Idgaf, wether you’ve got your own cock or you’re wearing a strap. She loves to just sit on top of you and grind her hips against it.

- likes to do a lot for play.

- she will tease you heaps. Heaps. Her hands may graze your upper thigh, she may already be between your legs denying you of your orgasm, she may be degrading you as you whine against her- it doesn’t matter. She finds excuses to do it all the time, and then lie and say she was doing something innocent “I didn’t just graze my hand over your crotch, I was-.. dusting you.”

NSFW (if you have a vagina or boobs)

- she will suck on your tiddies. she likes playing with them during sex, she will grope them, pinching your nipples, tongue flicking out to lick one of them.

- she loves fingering you, she likes the way your tight cunt takes her in so nicely. she loves the way your juices coat all over her fingers. also loves the way you moan for her when she fingers you.

- loves eating you out?? she will be between your thighs at any time of the day, she is at your beck and call.

NSFW (if you have a penis)

- she likes to suck you off, she will look so sweet and pretty as she drools over the head of your cock.

- she looks really pretty when she’s on her knees looking up at you, looking at you through her long blissful eyelashes.

- she often likes to be on top, riding you to her hearts content. her perky breasts bounce as she grinds her hips against your length, it looks real cute too.

#adventure time smut #fionna and cake #send requests #adventure time #fionna and cake smut #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time x reader #adventure time x reader smut #send asks #anon ask #anon answered #anon request #betty grof #Betty grof x reader #Betty grof smut #Betty grof x reader smut #headcanon

[idv-sunsxin3]

Hello~! I would like to request a fluffy scenario in which Riddle Rosehearts plans to propose to his fem! s/o, asking her to be his future wife. Takes place after the events of Ghost Marriage. Make it super fluffy, please? Thanks!

Note// Y/N is considered as Yin instead of Yuu. Hope that's alright;;;

Note// I’m so glad I was able to speedrun to unlock his Ghost Marriage card before maintenance came- phew,,, :’3

It has been a few months since you last talked with Riddle after what happened that night. The series of events were undeniably unforgettable as they reminded you of certain thoughts that haven't crossed your mind for a while. Until now...

Thinking of the relationship you established with Riddle after years of growing your friendship since elementary... and how the future will it be for the both of you.

You're not worried about what happened back in his overblot arc, you're not worried about his strict mother who doesn't appreciate her son as much as you do, you're not worried if he ever hurts you someday... Because you have been already there to see him lose his mind, not only throwing it on everyone else but also at himself...

There's one single thought you haven't decided....

'Should i leave? Or should i stay...?' You carefully think, remembering the fact that you don't actually belong to NRC in the first place.

You were mistaken to be there when you're originally supposed to be in the Royal Tiara Academy. Technically the sister of Royal Sword Academy, an all-girls boarding school.

From the papers, the same exceptional report card as Riddle's, but different talents and career paths, Riddle's mother just knew you would rather belong in an environment full of goody-two-shoes princes and pricesses since the first glance-

Yet, a coffin happened to have snatch you away and escorted you to the NRC ceremonial hall--- your confused self finding yourself in ceremonial robes and waking up from a standing coffin that just opens magically, meeting curious, but puzzled eyes at the unusual newcomer.

But other than that, your lost eyes also met with a familiar pair of dark grey orbs... Riddle, elementary best friend, who also then became your high school sweetheart. Since the moment the magical mirror choose you to be in Heartslabyul.

It was an awkward situation at first from the 2 years of not seeing each other after middle school... The last year when you had to move away from the Queendom of Roses to a different land.

Yet, nothing can make Riddle seem more tender to anyone else other than you. He never thought you would come back to him, dreaming of you in his arms as you both hide beneath the painted rose bushes... yet here you are.

Of course, some obstacles happened that came between you two along... Riddle was notably greatly influenced by his mother's standards at that time... making him less lenient on rules with everyone in the dorm, rough yelling, and strict penalties here and there, leading to disagreements between you two by what would be the better for Heartslabyul. Some dorm studebts almost mistaken it as an "every night lovers' quarrel."

His once short-tempered and constant anger almost stopped you from holding on to him- yet you gave him the patience as time goes by, slowly waking him up from all the madness he has been going through- it was a tough task since it happened like a very steep downhill roller coaster ride, especially with the overblot event. It slowly worked out at the end.

So... why is Riddle not saying anything?

Oh, right.

RTA's headmaster discussed with the headmaster Crowley and decided to schedule a day to pick you up and escort you back to the royal academy.... The news seemed to affect Riddle a lot in a negative behavior. No matter how much you assure him that there are the possibilities to see each other more often outside the campus, Riddle is slowly growing more gloomy than ever in his little corner.

Until one day, he broke out of his bubble. Wanting to man up and speak to you like you both always do, before he ever loses his chance.

Taking the opportunity that he found you at the usual spot, you both often go together. A hidden part of the rose maze only you two, Che'nya, and Trey know so well, where a there is a table accompanied with 4 chairs. With a bonsai of a little cherry tree sitting on the center of the table.

He saw you there sitting at the round table all alone, looking down at the little cherry tree's pot. Even despite all the roses painted red or white waiting to be painted in red, there is always a single cherry tree hidden in the maze where Riddle just couldn't have the heart to get rid of... because you gave him the tree as an anniversary gift.

Nonetheless, the housewarden quietly walked towards you before sitting across. Everything was just silence, it is hard to figure whether it was uneasy or pleasant... Riddle has no used to desperately trying to find the right words to say quickly, and instead, he breathes in and tries to search for the right words, no matter how long it will take. Knowing you, you don't seem bothered by how quiet it seems.

"Have you wondered why the cherry tree hasn't grown yet?" You broke the silence with a gentle question. A purely curious tone. Your eyes are not looking away from the pot.

"...I have once." The red-haired whispered back, only glancing at the other's face with hands neatly folded on his lap.

It was the honest reply... Why hasn't the little tree haven't grown yet? It has never changed its appearance for 2 years already.

"That’s because it is meant to be designed to grow and change with you." You simply replied, recording back to the memory when you put a permanent spell on that tree. "And even if you're ever gone, the tree will be left as your legacy as long as you're remembered."

"What if I'm ever forgotten...?" Riddle then asked, his tone sounding quite soft and frail. Seem to afraid of the idea.

"That will never happen," you assured quite firmly, "Because I'll always remember you for the next 70 years of my life probably, and I'll never stop thinking of that smile of yours...!" You pointed determinedly. Also maybe a hint of light teasing.

"A-Ah...." Riddle stammers, ears going lightly red at the statement you made. He raises his gloved hand to cover his lower part of his face as you laugh softly at how your boyfriend is slowly turning red per second.

After a few minutes, your laughter slowly subdues into chuckles. Before giving a one more sad smile.

"Are you... angry at me?"

"Goodness- no." Riddle stops blushing before denying a bit.

"You seem very upset lately,,,"

"Well- i'm angry because i can't even bring myself to be angry!" Riddle lightly frowns which almost looks like a small pout, forming fists on his lap, "Right when you're getting comfortable here, those pompous princes and princesses now need you back? It's been already 1 and a half years!"

"It was indeed a tough situation," you admit lightly as you sipped your cup of tea, "but then again, RSA and NRC have this heated rivalry, so it was probably the same between RTA and NRC..."

"I- Yin..." Riddle hesitates, his voice frowing less exasperated into a hopeless one. "Stay..."

"Riddle...." You start off softly too, trying to reach for his hand. He seemed to hesitate, however. But he didn't want to look away from you either, fearing you'll depart at any moment.

The place you both are in has been always magical,,, but why does it feel more bittersweet?

"I need to confess... -"

"What kind of confession...?" You lightly ask, a bit curious what your beloved needs to say.

To be more honest, you were the first one out of the two of you to ask out- so it was astonishing to see Riddle taking initiative by words.

Which can also mean it's crucially important.

"I know it has been only 3 years since we started this relationship... And that we're too young for this step-," Riddle struggles to begin, the ironic it might sounds when he's a big spokesperson in debates, "but i just want to know, if you can wait with me until i give you a real ring...-"

These few words cued Riddle to hold your hand so tenderly, interlocking it before slowly unfolding your fingers....

Revealing a simple, silver band with a carved rose as the base in your ring finger.

",,,Would you be my future wife, just as I'm forever yours?"

"..."

"Yin... Please stay. I... I don't know what will i do if you leave..."

"..."

"It will never be the same if we part ways again,,,"

Your silent reaction slowly worries Riddle as the fear for rejection is starting to eat him up bit by bit.

Until tears started to slowly fall off your pretty eyes before embracing your boyfriend, now fiancé, a bit more tightly than before.

"Always... Always with you,,,." You quietly whispers through your sobs as you lovingly sit yourself on Riddle's lap out of innocent intentions, still hugging him in your arms before Riddle gently guided your face to share a soft, tender kiss. You complied with no more words, now sealing one thing you have been trying to decide...

"Yin... I love you."

"I love you, Riddle.”

"How... How are we going to tell the RTA's headmaster?" Riddle addresses one thing, a bit concerned. He struggled in wanting you to stay but also knows how much you wanted to return to the rightful academy you once called it "home."

"I'll tell him i already have a home here i already belong in." You shortly answered, smiling softly at Riddle before placing another kiss on his flushed cheek. Then, changing the subject into the topic about hedgehogs.

'I'll stay in Heartslabyul with him, then..' You thought, feeling all the weight in your head brushed away for the first time.

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hazed

🌙 staring. Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. tensions have been high for a while, but an edible becomes the catalyst to a trio’d ascension to cloud 9, being a little hazy has never felt so good

cw/ tw. size kink, alcohol/weed consumption, man handling, dirty talk, switch!Mingyu, dom!Wonwoo, oral (f/m receiving), slight choking, face grinding, fingering, overstim, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 4k

🍭 aus. collage au, stoner au, best friends to lovers

☀️ mlist + an. weed is legal in Canada and that's all I'm gonna say about that 😂

Just as Mingyu’s starting to think ‘that edible was useless,’ the cookie he’d split with you and Wonwoo begins to take effect.

At first, it feels like warm hands running over his shoulders, prompting him to sink a little further into the couch. Then, the sufficiently stoned man notices the fuzzies dancing on the outskirts of his vision, and when he chases them - Netflix all but forgotten for a moment - the fuzzies become little light spirits that tip toe away, skittering and toying with him-

Smiling to himself, Mingyu turns to check on you and Wonwoo, eager to see if either of you are feeling it like he is-

You’re sitting between the two larger males, your head resting on Wonwoo’s shoulder while you discuss movie genres and scroll through Netflix.  

Mingyu loves sitting next to you. Loves the way his body dwarfs yours no matter what the situation- and he’s never more aware of it than when he’s high.

His eyes slide down your arms leisurely before landing on your thighs.

You’re in little sleeping shorts, and it’s times like these that he really appreciates them. 

Mingyu licks his lips, the haziness created by the weed is making him very narrow minded. He sees things he wants, and he wants them immediately- His eyes dart towards the kitchen - the munchies setting in - and he remembers the food available:

Oreos, birthday cake flavour because Wonwoo thought it would be funny.

Chips, Mingyu can’t remember if they’re out of Ruffles or not-

Beer. Yum.

Mingyu stands up abruptly, and it draws your attention, two sets of curious eyes moving to the lumbering giant.

“Beer,” Mingyu tells you, shuffling over to the kitchen with a one track mind and a body that teeters as it moves.

You and Wonwoo watch him for a few moments, simply assessing his state.

The weed is starting to hit you too, and ‘Wow,’ you think, as you drag your eyes up and down your friend’s form, ‘Mingyu is looking especially tall and thick today.’ 

He looks so good in grey sweatpants and a hoodie, shoulders broad and on display even whilst hidden under fabric.

Wonwoo notices the way you look at Mingyu, and he doesn’t mind.

Mingyu is gorgeous- and Wonwoo’s lived with his best friend long enough to know that most girls find the dude ‘irresistible’.

Mingyu is completely oblivious to his spectators as he leans down to look into the fridge, picking out a green bottle of lager.

He returns to the living room with more speed than his initial move to the fridge, and he turns to situate himself in the corner of the couch so he can look at you and Wonwoo; “Movies?” Mingyu asks.

You and Wonwoo give him a rundown on your choices, and as you watch Wonwoo speak, your eyes seem to focus in on his lips.

He’s so pretty, especially when he’s fresh from a shower like he is right now. He’s been allowing his hair to grow out lately, and there are little curly tufts here and there that make you want to reach out and tug on them- he looks like the perfect domestic arts major, despite the prestigious business degree he’s currently working on. 

You swallow thickly, realizing how thirsty you are.

Turning to look at Mingyu again, you gently take the beer bottle from him, smiling when he gives in immediately to the unspoken request. 

“You can finish it,” he says, as there’s only about a quarter of the bottle left- he must have been thirsty too.

You take your time while drinking, knowing that it would be really easy to spill this all over yourself-

Two pairs of eyes are on you.

Careful to finish up the bottle and get every last drop, you tilt it higher, tongue testing the rim for a second when you hit the glass to your teeth in your haze-

Both men are now pressed into their respective corners, with you in the center of the couch and the center of the attention.

Now finished your drink, you hand the bottle back to Mingyu, seeing the look on his face, and your skin flushes hot from the attention. 

“What?” you ask, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Mingyu watches the action and then his eyes lift to meet yours, expression suddenly very serious- 

“I’m hungry.”

It’s a very odd shift, but you’re so eager to get out of this newly claustrophobic situation, feeling very on the spot- “Do you want Oreos?” you ask while rising to your feet.

“Not Oreos,” Mingyu grabs you with two large hands that ensnare you by the waist to pull you back to the couch-

You’re shocked at first, landing against Mingyu’s broad chest, his warm body keeping you cradled nicely, and you blink while looking into his deep, pretty brown eyes. 

Then you think of his words, repeating them, “Not Oreos?”

Wonwoo chuckles from his corner of the couch, “Smooth.”

But his words barely register, because one of Mingyu’s hands is on your throat, thumb teasing under your jaw, holding you where he wants you while his lips press against yours.

The kiss is sloppy, and Mingyu is eager, teeth clashing against yours for a moment before he adjusts; your friend pulls you to be straddling his hips, and thats when he finds control.

You can sense the shift in the man under you when his hands prompt you to grind down on him, and even through the lip biting and little whines, your attention is drawn to the feeling of him between your legs- 

You pull away from the kiss, and Mingyu grins up at you from under lazy eye lids. 

“Wanna eat you,” he hums, lips attaching to your neck, tongue tasting the skin; teasing. 

You thread your fingers through his soft dark hair, turning your head to look at Wonwoo, who is frozen on his side of the couch. His eyes are alert and he winks at you, flashing a soft smile to match his friend’s that has you swallowing thickly.

“Enjoying the view?” you ask, words coming out more shaky and slurred than you intended; the weed has you seeing stars, and Mingyu’s lips on your neck aren't making thinking any easier. 

Wonwoo hums a sound of affirmation and you watch him get more comfortable in his seat, a deep sigh of contentment leaving his lips. It’s obvious he has nowhere to be and no plans to speed things up.

The business major seems happy with just watching… and you kind of love it.

You turn your attention down to Mingyu, who is still sucking on your collarbones with a fevered greediness. When you rut your hips against him, Mingyu groans, fingers digging into your hips before releasing again.

“Thought you wanted to eat,” you tease.

Mingyu adjusts you quickly for a stoner.

Somehow, he wraps you in one arm and manages to stand and throw you on the couch. He clammers down to his knees less than elegantly, but the way his eyes light up as he pushes your legs open and drags you to the side of the cushion makes up for it. 

“Off,” he says, eyes fixed on your core, which is hidden by the sleeping shorts he’s now toying with, tugging at the fabric. 

You lift your hips, and the shorts are torn from your body, leaving you in underwear and a hoodie. When you settle again, the first thing your friend does is push your legs open, swallowing thickly while taking in the panties sticking to your hot core.

“Mingyu-” you begin to close your legs, starting to feel embarrassed and a little unsure of yourself- 

Are you being hasty? Are you really about to fuck your best friend? Are you going to fuck both of them?

“I just-” Mingyu frowns and then brings both his hands up in front of his face, making something like a ripping gesture- 

“He needs help taking your panties off,” Wonwoo says with a laugh, he’s always been able to translate ‘Mingyu gestures’ into words.

You nearly melt; “Are you serious?”

“I don’t want to rip them, but they’re in my way,” Mingyu whines, pouting and pushing his face into your thigh. “Take them off.”

“Push them to the side,” Wonwoo suggests. “Unless you’re not that hungry.”

“I am,” Mingyu says immediately, glaring at Wonwoo. “Starving,” he draws out the word and nuzzles his face against your thigh, nipping at your skin.

“Prove it,” Wonwoo responds, “or maybe I’ll start to think I want it more.”

You groan at his words, hips shifting up, attention focused on the man between your legs “Mingyu- please-”

His big eyes look up at you, and he presses a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh, “do you like it when Wonwoo Hyung talks about wanting you too?” 

A sound of affirmation leaves your lips but you can’t find it within yourself to speak, too overwhelmed by Mingyu between your legs and his hair tickling your skin when he presses another kiss even closer to your heat- 

You take your hoodie off-

“Are we sure we should be doing this?” Wonwoo asks suddenly, and it makes both you and Mingyu look at him with confused expressions at the change of pace. “I mean,” Wonwoo shifts closer, looking you in the eyes, “we’ve both wanted you for a while, but I don’t want you doing this just because you’re high.” He cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing your cheekbone, “I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow-”

“Wonwoo, shut up,” you can’t help but laugh a little at his words, “of course I want you both-”

“You do?” Mingyu nips at your thigh again and Wonwoo releases your face to allow you to look down at the man still kneeling on the carpet.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask. “Come on- you guys have to know how hot you are- and you’re two of the nicest guys I’ve ever met-”

“So why haven’t you fucked us yet?” Mingyu groans needily, hooking his hands under your thighs so he can drag you to the edge of the sofa, eyes looking up into your own. 

“Why haven’t you fucked me yet?” you ask- only to let out a squeal of surprise when Mingyu buries his face into your panty covered core like - well - a mad man. 

“I’ve been trying-” Mingyu mumbles, words vibrating into your wet heat and making your legs tremble on either side of his head.

“We’ve both been trying to broach this with you for a while,” Wonwoo admits, fingers trailing over your collarbone thoughtfully, “but every time I flirt with you, you brush it off.”

“Because you tease me!” you say in shock, realizing, for the first time, that when Wonwoo had said things like ‘someone is looking cute today’ he hadn’t been making a jab at you? 

“I don’t tease,” Wonwoo insists, even as his digit traces the swell of your breast, “you just never believe me when I compliment you.”

Mingyu is getting tired of the talking, and he puts his mouth to better use, pulling your panties to the side before diving into your core with his tongue. 

You immediately grab at Mingyu’s pretty curls, a gasp of ecstasy escaping you at the feeling of pillowy lips now suctioning at your clit-

“And Mingyu’s been acting the part of boyfriend for months,” Wonwoo says, looking down at where his best friend is lapping at your core and making enjoyable grunting noises as if he’s a starved animal finally having food after a long winter- “the piggy back rides, giving you his jacket-”

“He’s just-” your voice catches as Mingyu pushes a finger into your core, “he’s just nice like that-”

“Baby,” long, cold fingers encircle your throat, and Wonwoo prompts you to look him in the eye when he says, “nobody is just nice like that.” 

It’s the most you can do to let out a small needy sound before you’re removing one hand from Mingyu’s hair to thread it through Wonwoo’s instead, pulling his lips to your own. 

You’re shocked by the differences in the way each man has pressed his lips to yours- Wonwoo kisses you like a man who knows what he wants, a man savouring the moment, even as you let out whimpers of need-

“You’re really worked up, huh?” Wonwoo chuckles against your lips, and you nod, tugging at his hair again in an effort to drag him back to you. 

It feels amazing to have both of their mouths on you at once- and Wonwoo’s kisses become rougher the more needy you get, his body responding to your growing insatiability-

“Wonwoo-” you whimper when you feel your orgasm building, Mingyu’s mouth working lewdly and noisily at your clit-

“You gonna cum for us?” he asks. The hand encircling your neck pushes you back slightly so he can asses your face, and then your friend’s fingers release you, skimming down your chest and stomach- 

Mingyu presses his tongue into your hole, allowing Wonwoo room to play with your clit, and two digits begin rubbing wet circles there-

One of your hands stays in Mingyu’s hair, keeping his face where you want it, and the other latches onto the front of Wonwoo’s shirt. 

“Come on baby,” Wonwoo breathes, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck while he continues to work you closer and closer to the edge- “Mingyu wants a taste, he’s been thinking about it for months.”

The thought that your best friends have been lusting for you for months is the last bit of praise you need to be pushed into pleasure, and a gasp tumbles from your lips, chest arching while you grind down on Mingyu’s face, eager to ride this out-

“Fuck-” you gasp as business major next to you continues his assault on your throbbing clit, “Wonwoo-” your best friend slurps at your cunt and your thighs shake by his ears- “Mingyu!” 

The man between your legs groans loudly, fingers digging into your skin to keep you anchored while you’re worked through a mind blowing orgasm.

And when you’re done, Mingyu removes his mouth from your core with a loud pop of suction, groaning before diving back in with his tongue momentarily- 

“You taste like candy,” he tells you before finally pulling away from your entrance and standing- he looks down at you with blown pupils, and for a brief time, nobody does anything, the three of you simply exist, breathing and taking in the moment.

“We should go to the bedroom,” Wonwoo suggests finally, fingers finding your collarbone again and dancing across your skin, “unless you want to watch a movie.”

You’re shocked at how Wonwoo always stays so controlled- even while high, he’s an eloquent protector, the person who’s always making sure everyone’s needs are accounted for-

“Bedroom,” you respond, and the next thing you know, Mingyu is picking you up from the couch to take you there himself.

Oddly enough, the two of you end up in Wonwoo’s room, and you’re tossed onto familiar sheets, with the familiar smell of Wonwoo puffing up to greet you, and the familiar vibe of a comfortable place you’ve been in a hundred times before.

Mingyu collapses next to you, laying on his side and propping his head up with a hand. 

“You know the way you drank the rest of my beer?” he asks, while tracing the lines Wonwoo had been so enraptured by earlier, pointer grazing over your collarbone lightly-

“Yeah?”

“Can you drink me like that?” 

You’re up an straddling his waist within seconds, pressing kisses to his face while saying, “of course I can!” quickly beginning your decent-

“Fuck- is this real?” Mingyu asks, lifting his hips so he can wiggle out of his sweatpants while you pull his hoodie up-

“I think so- unless I’m the one dreaming,” you respond, enjoying each new sliver of skin revealed on the body that’s been tantalizing you for months- Mingyu works out, and you trace the lines of effort across his abdomen.

“We can’t both be dreaming,” Mingyu decides, grabbing a pillow to prop under his head so he can watch you as finally reach the area he needs you most-

“Do you two want me to take a picture as proof?” 

Wonwoo’s teasing makes your heart flip in your chest, and you look over your shoulder at him while playing with the waistband of Mingyu’s briefs. “Are you going to join us?” you ask.

“If you’ll let me,” the business major responds, one knee on the foot of the bed before he joins you on the mattress, taking the spot right behind you. His hands graze over your ass, toying with the fabric of your panties, which Mingyu hadn’t bothered to take off earlier. “What do you want me to do to you, pretty girl?”

“You know what I want,” you groan in frustration, turning to look back at your own task at hand: getting Mingyu’s painfully hard cock out of it’s confines. 

“I wanna hear you say it,” Wonwoo’s hands massage at your ass, and you let out a pleasurable sigh at the feeling, resting your head down against Mingyu’s abdomen to take a breath and recollect yourself.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say, and Mingyu shivers beneath you, from your words, or the feeling of them on his sensitive skin, you’re not sure. 

“Yeah?” Wonwoo hooks his fingers in your panties and drags them down your legs. Cool air washes over your heated core, and now it’s your turn to shiver- “Want me to fuck you here?” two of Wonwoo’s digits dip into your entrance and you let out a mewling sound, squeezing Mingyu’s cock through his briefs-

“Fuck-” Mingyu pushes his hips up, not enjoying the way you’re both being toyed with-

“Please-” you groan, wiggling your ass in an effort to tantalize the man behind you while unwrapping your own present-

With one motion, you pull Mingyu’s briefs down, and his long member all but slaps up against his lower abdomen. Your friend gasps at the cold air on his hot skin, and you’re quick to wrap your hand around his length, swirling your tongue around the head of his obnoxiously large cock-

“Shit-” you’re a little worried about Mingyu and the swear words that tumble past his lips while your own wrap around his girth, and the hand that grabs at the back of your head is needy, a little rough too-

“Don’t break her,” Wonwoo warns behind you when you gag around a dick that’s much too big for your small mouth, “you always forget your own strength, especially when you’re high.”

A memory of Mingyu accidentally breaking in the bathroom door at a party while high flashes through your mind, and you groan around his cock, turned on by how large and strong the man below you is-

“She just feels so good-” Mingyu moans, throwing his head back into the duvet while forcing his hips down- “baby, you feel so good-”

Another happy sound leaves you at the pet name, and more swear words escape Mingyu’s pretty lips- 

Wonwoo’s fingers are removed from your pussy, and you take Mingyu out of your mouth to protest- just as Wonwoo guides himself into your wet core.

Without Mingyu stuffed in your mouth, your moan at the new intrusion rings loud and clear, and you rest your head down against Mingyu’s thigh, closing your eyes as you enjoy the feeling of Wonwoo slowly pushing into you.

“Oh my god-” you gasp, toes curling from pleasure while you continue to pump Mingyu’s cock. 

“Feels good?” Wonwoo asks, two cool hands settling on your hips, and you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Feels so good-” you respond, kitten licking at Mingyu’s cock-

“Fuck-” Mingyu’s hips rut up, and you immediately rush to give him your attention again, placing him back in your mouth like your favourite lollypop, and suckling on him for all you’re worth-

“Holy shit-” he continues to cuss, and he thrashes a little under you, abdomen tensing when he sits up abruptly to tear his hoodie and shirt off, leaving him bare to the room. Mingyu’s skin is flushed a pretty shade of pink, and his large hands find the back of your head, prompting you to take him deeper into your throat again- 

“Gyu, if you’re going to cum, you have to ask permission to do it in her mouth,” Wonwoo clicks his tongue in a way that’s almost condescending- and you moan a little at his words, realizing - like he had - that Mingyu is achingly close to coming undone-

“God-” fingers tense in your hair, and Mingyu pulls you off his length, “can I cum in your mouth? Please?”

“Uh huh!” you respond with sounds of affirmation, too enraptured in the moment and in the feeling of being their needy little cock whore to even speak proper words- 

Instead, you wrap your mouth around Mingyu again, gripping the base of his length to pump what you can’t fit past your lips-

“Holy fuck-” Mingyu groans loudly, one hand grabbing at the sheets-

“Keep sucking baby,” fingers dig into your hips and Wonwoo’s words make your pussy throb around his cock, which continues to glide in and out of your wet heat, “I wanna see you giving him everything you have.”

There’s something about Wonwoo being the watcher, the one in control, that makes this whole drug fuelled sin scene feel much dirtier in the best of ways-

You can give up any thoughts or worries, can give in to the primal instinct that has you sucking on Mingyu like a life line while Wonwoo continues to rail you from the back- because Wonwoo has everything handled.

You’re not sure who cums first, you or Mingyu, but you pussy clamps onto Wonwoo with a vice grip at the same time your senses explode with a manly muskiness that courses down your throat. 

Fingers dig into your hips, and the sound of throaty moans and skin on skin carries you through the wonderful, lusty haze that comes with a stoned orgasm. 

You do your best to continue working Mingyu with your mouth until he’s gasping and whining, pulling you off his cock forcefully- 

Opening your eyes to look up at your friend, you get an amazing view of taught muscles and flushed skin-

Likewise, Mingyu is enthralled by the fucked out expression on your face, the saliva coated lips and the spit bridge connecting your mouth to the head of his cock, which is still aching with need-

Behind you, Wonwoo lets out a grunt, thrusts faltering, and it’s enough to clue Mingyu into the fact that his hyung has finished too. 

In the wake of pleasure, the three of you need a moment of recuperation, and in those quiet moments, where all that can be heard is heavy breathing, Mingyu feels most at peace. 

There’s no judgement, no complications, no worries about one position being more sexy than the other, or if someone has a few love handles- all that matters to Mingyu is the heat of his skin where you’re touching him, and the feeling of your breath as it stirs goosebumps to the surface of his thighs-

Mingyu swallows thickly, eyes trailing over your form while blood begins to rush down to his cock again- 

He’d gotten one thing checked off his bucket list: finding out what you taste like, and now, he’s eager to get another dream scenario completed: he wants to feel your velvety walls wrapped tight around his cock while he fucks you into Oblivion- 

And as he watches you and Wonwoo adjust, your own arm raising with pleasured goosebumps after the brush of Wonwoo’s fingers across your shoulder, Mingyu knows his night is just beginning…

✘ thanks for reading :) ✘ Please find the teaser for the accompanying patreon exclusive extension of this fic below :)  ✘  if you liked this fic, you might also enjoy ‘Hit’ with stoner!vernon

✘ [extension synopsis]: you wake up after a wonderful night with your two best friends- except one of them is feeling a little off, and you’re determined to show him you have space in your heart for more than just Mingyu

✘ [warnings]: oral (m receiving), dirty talk, pet names, exhibitionism, deep throating, mentions of somnophilia/threesomes, etc…

✘ [pairing]: Wonwoo x afab!reader ✘ [word count]: 1.5k - 250 words shown in teaser ✘ [genre]: 18+ smut

You’ve woken up in Wonwoo’s bed before, but never like this; never nude, and wrapped in a tight embrace, Mingyu’s small snores sounding in your ear with each sleepy breath he takes. 

Usually, when you pass out here after getting too drunk or high or just too tired to go home, you wake up to Wonwoo laying flat on his back on his designated side of the bed, but today, he’s not there. 

You frown at the loss of one of your friends, even as Mingyu adjusts behind you, nuzzling into the back of your neck-

You’ve spent the night here enough to know that Mingyu needs much more sleep than his elder roommate, and with the shock of waking up Wonwoo-less, there’s not a chance in the world that you’ll be drifting back to dreamland any time soon. 

The process of getting out of the bed without waking Mingyu is tedious, but you accomplish it after a few minutes of slow inching until you’re completely out of his grasp.

Once free, you find your clothes, which had been scattered around the night before, and you get dressed. Your eyes linger on Mingyu, who had now rolled onto his back, an annoyed expression on his sleeping face, hand grabbing at the sheets-

You feel a little bad that you’d left him, and he’s obviously missing you- even if it’s just his body reacting to the loss of your heat, but you’re determined to find Wonwoo. 

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The entire dinner Jack was very obviously distracted, and becoming more and more clumsy. His hands trembled as he soaked up the wine glass he had spilled on the cloth table.

“I’m sorry” he spoke softly to the waiter as he soaked up the spilled mess, the waiter smiled handing him another cloth napkin before leaving.

You rubbed the small of his back as he was hunched over the table.

“It’s going to be okay baby” You whispered as he sat down beside you.

Urban overheard you, having wondered what was going on with the two of you for the entire dinner.

“Bathroom?” Jack suggested, wanting you to follow him to speak in private, feeling Neelam's gaze on the both of you.

You took his hand as you both excused yourselves, you walked hand in hand quickly to a private area.

Neither of you had realized that Urban followed behind you, hiding out of view. The both of you had been acting off all night and he knew something was up.

“We don’t have to do this now, if you’re not ready I understand that. You have more to lose.”

“I’m ready. I’m just worried about you, this isn’t going to be easy.” The color started to come back in his complexion.

“I know that.” You swallowed, truthfully you knew that the outcome of this wasn’t even going to be a fraction of what you imagined it to be, and you were way in over your head.

“Is Layla going to call TMZ or something? Who is going to leak these pictures?” Jack whispered but there was no use, his best friend heard everything.

Urban's eyes shot wide open at that sentence, emerging from the wall beside you.

“Damn! You two aren’t sneaky at all!” He laughed, earning a gasp from both you and Jack.

“Look I know you guys want the world to know you’re together and I’m all for it but we ALL have to play this a lot smarter” Urban looked over to where Neelam was sat at the table.

“Would you take the pictures? Maybe you can leak them? So we have control over it?” You were babbling, honestly just nervous that Urban overheard everything.

Urban nodded, “I’ll do whatever you guys want me to do. But I think you two should think this over, timing isn’t great right now.”

Jack was silent, his mind racing knowing that Urban was right. He had been thinking of his eagerness the entire time and not the logistics of it all.

“You know they’ll probably find out where you work? Where you live? What Layla does for a living, I mean everything.”

“Who?”

“Well…”Jack hesitated to respond, “the fans.”

You and Jack had discussed this topic many times, laying in bed at night, legs intertwined, his retainer in. On all your lazy nights together, you knew that someday things would change and you had put a lot of thought into it.

“Our lease ends in two months. Layla and I can move into an apartment in a gated community, we’ve already been discussing it.”

Jack was quiet, there was something he wanted to ask you privately.

“Let’s finish dinner before Nee comes over here” Urban warned and both you and Jack agreed.

Neelam was skeptical and curious about what was going on but didn’t press the subject.

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When you got back to the hotel you started to pack your things, your mind was racing, and the adrenaline still hadn’t worn off.

“Baby, can we talk about something?” Jack was sitting on the bed, watching you from a distance.

He was serious, something that didn’t happen all that often when you were together. You knew he had a lot to say by his demeanor.

“Sure? What’s up?” You played it cool, however, inside you were losing it. You sat by him on the bed.

“I wanted to wait until our anniversary to have this conversation but I feel like it makes more sense to do it now.” A nervous laugh escaped him.

You realized that you and Jack had almost been together a full year, a smile spreading across your face immediately.

“What if we” he paused, “moved in together when your lease was up?”

“All four of us?” You weren’t sure what he meant entirely.

“I was thinking, just us two.”

You had lived with Layla for a couple of years now, she had been the only person you’d ever lived with. You knew that eventually the both of you would have to come to terms with that changing someday but you hadn’t anticipated it so soon.

Jack saw your expression, noticing your silence and taking it as a rejection.

“You know what?” He scoffed, his feelings hurt and his ego bruised. “It’s fine, just forget that I said anything.”

“You’re dramatic” you giggled, your hand pushing against his chest playfully.

He looked up at you, cracking a big smile.

You always knew how to defuse him.

“Yes! Of course” You leaned in for a kiss.

He pulled back to get a better look at your face, “yes, what? Y/N I think I just need to hear it.”

He was beyond excited, you could tell by his silly tone.

“Yes! Let’s move in!”

You uncontrollably giggled as you both rolled around in the hotel bed, covering one another in kisses.

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