#my classes started up again and that’s like the sole reason for these feelings

[shuaflix]

roommates with benefits

❝ y/n, you can’t keep staying here. you’ve been living in my room for like, two weeks now. you don’t even pay rent. ❞

PAIRING ▸ jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, humor, college au, roommate au, frat au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, shy!wonwoo, he’s a bit of an overthinker too, classic “share a bed” trope, sort of friends with benefits, unprotected sex, fingering, praise

SUMMARY ▸ initially, wonwoo doesn’t think much about your incessant requests to play on his xbox. however, when what was supposed to be a two-hour visit to his place stretches out for two weeks, he starts to think you’re overstaying your welcome.

PLAYLIST ▸ seventeen by girls generation • in my dreams by red velvet

WORD COUNT ▸ 6,467 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ here’s me impulsively writing another short lil fic in 1-2 days because the wonwoo brainrot’s been hitting me :’) tbh just wrote this bc i’ve been obsessed with omori LOL but hope u guys enjoy !! ♡ 

ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON, JEON WONWOO FOUND HIMSELF BEING INTERROGATED BY YOU.

“Wonwoo! You have the Xbox Game Pass?”

He was taken aback by your question. Minutes ago, he was diligently studying in the library with Kwon Soonyoung when you approached him. Lee Chan was following after you with an exasperated look on his face, sending Wonwoo silent, apologetic looks. Your face, on the other hand, looked like a collision of supernovas with the intensity of the sparkle in your eyes.

For a moment, Wonwoo wondered if you had picked up some new interest in broadcasting. There had to be a mic clipped to your shirt. If his vision wasn’t so shitty, maybe he could spot the hidden camera focusing on him.

“Uh…” He sat up straighter and nodded. (He was camera-shy—and people-shy, but that was beside the point.) “Yeah, I do. Why?”

You beamed. “Can I come over and play on your Xbox?”

Wonwoo frowned, his nose scrunching up in distaste. He had known you sort of well over the past three years of his college experience, but it was mostly because you were good friends with Chan and Kim Mingyu. He always saw you hanging out with them at the Lambda Tau Upsilon house, usually when they were cleaning up during the mornings after parties. That was the sole basis of his connection with you—small talk here and there at his frat house.  

He had no idea why you were taking an interest in him all of a sudden. Well, to be fair, he supposed you were more interested in his Xbox.

Maybe this was some dare that Yoon Jeonghan set you up to. Get close to him, get in his room, and find out how much of a nerd he is. Yeah, that was something Jeonghan was capable of doing. There was a reason why Choi Seungcheol chose Joshua Hong to be his Vice President of Internal Affairs instead of Jeonghan.

But Wonwoo had three sets of eyes staring him down, so he knew he had to answer you fast.

“Uh, sure?”

“Great! Thank you!” you exclaimed, looking way too excited for Wonwoo to feel at ease. “We have the same o-chem lab, right? If you don’t have any classes after, I’ll just come home with you.”

Before Wonwoo could hesitantly agree, Soonyoung asked, “Why do you want his Xbox, Y/N? You gonna break that too?”

The teasing inflection in his tone reminded Wonwoo of when you were drunk at their house a few weeks ago. Mingyu kept pouring more into your cup until you were falling all over the place. It was only after you fell onto the kitchen table, causing one of the legs to snap off, when Xu Minghao took you upstairs to sober up. (It was just so that he could contain you and keep you from damaging more of their property.)

You looked embarrassed, a hand flying to rub the back of your neck. “You guys won’t let me live that down, huh? I’m not getting wasted like that again, I swear,” you promised. “Anyway, I wanna play Omori, but I don’t wanna buy the game.”

“She’s been talking about it non-stop ever since her favorite YouTuber played it,” Chan grumbled. “I think I know more about that stupid game than I do about fluid mechanics right now.”

Wonwoo raised a brow. “Isn’t your midterm in twenty minutes?”

“Yeah, which is why I want Y/N to hurry up so that I can get some cramming in,” he sneered.

You threw Chan a glance over your shoulder. “Jeez, it’s not my fault you didn’t study earlier.”

“C’mon, Y/N, leave Wonwoo alone and buy the game yourself,” Soonyoung teased. “Support your local game developers or whatever.”

“And I’m sure they would want to support local broke college students,” she replied before pointing at Wonwoo. “After o-chem?”

Wonwoo just nodded in response, leaving you grinning before you walked off with Chan. He shook his head after you dropped the conversation, wondering if that entire encounter was even real. Judging by Soonyoung’s tutting, though, it very much was.

“On the bright side,” his friend started, “we can finally tell the guys you have a real girl over.”

“Shut up, Soonyoung.”

Wonwoo didn’t sit anywhere near you in his organic chemistry class. In fact, he was pretty sure he only noticed you were in the class about a month in.

Today, however, you walked right over and sat at his table. Right next to him. Knees bumping against each other every now and then. Wonwoo wasn’t very good with girls, and he especially didn’t know how to handle the ones as forward as you were. It wasn’t the closeness that freaked him out, but the fact that you were so confident about your every action and word.

“Hey,” he greeted awkwardly. “You usually sit on the other side, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’m gracing you with my presence since you’re letting me play on your Xbox,” you replied with a grin. “I still need to figure out a way to pay you back. Want me to get you lunch sometime or something?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to pay me back or anything. It’s free on my game pass anyway.”

You hummed in agreement, turning away to pay attention to the lecture afterward. Wonwoo did the same, though he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he didn’t answer correctly. It was like he was playing an otome game and choosing all the incorrect options.

After class, he told you he would be back as soon as he returned a textbook to the library. There, he ran into Lee Seokmin, who was practically living out in the study hub because he went inactive in the frat this semester due to poor grades. Wonwoo ended up explaining the situation he was in, from you asking to go over to his place to asking if you could get him lunch to pay him back.

“Isn’t she just hitting on you?” Seokmin asked in that innocent, questioning tone of his.

Jeon Wonwoo realized he was an idiot.

Wonwoo’s room wasn’t incredibly huge or anything, but he had a good amount of space for a bed, a desk, a couch, and his flat-screen TV that one of the alumni fraternity members let him have for free.

So, while he was working on a paper at his desk, he had a clear view of you buzzing with excitement with the Xbox controller in your hand.

“Hey, Woo, wanna watch me play?” you called from the couch.

He stiffened at the nickname. Despite his reaction, a surprisingly pleasant feeling spread across his chest, making him feel all warm and gushy. He normally wasn’t called by a nickname (save for Mingyu’s flirty comments when he was drunk), so he felt a little flustered.

“Uh, I have work to do right now,” he said. “Maybe in an hour or so?”

You shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Wonwoo wasn’t able to focus, though. Seokmin’s words were getting to his head, making his brain feel all muddled and fuzzy. Were you really trying to hit on him earlier? And was he supposed to take you up on the offer? He actually felt bad for making you “repay” him when he was letting you have access to his free games. That was the whole reason why he turned you down.

And… deep, deep down, he could admit to himself that you were cute. The fact that someone like you (confident, desired, pretty) was flirting with someone like him (shy, awkward, stiff) was rather amazing, really.

Wonwoo tried to tune you out, which was pretty easy to do considering you were a pretty quiet gamer (save for the few giggles here and there). However, he was so immersed in writing his essay that several hours slipped by without him realizing. Before he knew it, it was almost 8 P.M. and you were still in the same position, eyes fixed on the screen.

It was kind of cute how focused you were, so Wonwoo didn’t want to disturb your gaming. However, it was getting late and he didn’t want to be sending you home in the dark.

“Hey, uh… do you need to get home soon?” he asked.

You hardly spared him a glance. “Nah, it’s okay.”

Wonwoo wondered if you knew how to pick up on cues.

“I’m gonna order take-out for dinner,” he said, realizing that he hadn’t eaten and didn’t exactly want to go downstairs and let his frat brothers know that you were in his room. “You want anything?”

At the mention of food, you set the controller down and turned to him, eyes sparkling under the dim light. “What’re you getting?”

“Panda Express,” he answered. “I’m craving orange chicken.”

“Ooh, get me a bowl,” you said. “I’ll Venmo you the money.”

To his surprise, you sent him the money before he was even able to order. Wonwoo recalled late nights when you and Chan were studying at the dining table with Panda Express take-out bags next to your laptops. You must have had your regular order completely memorized.

“Hey, uh,” he started, “it’s getting dark, and I don’t really feel comfortable sending you home alone so… do you want a ride or something?”

The nervous flash across your face almost went by undetected. 

Almost.

“That’s okay,” you said. “I can go by myself.”

“You are not going alone,” Wonwoo decided firmly, taking on a more domineering aura from before. He wasn’t one to be forceful, but there was no way he would let you walk alone this late at night, especially in Frat Row. He let out a soft sigh. “If anything, you can crash here for the night, but I’m not letting you go alone unless you get someone to take you.”

He could see you fighting down a giggle, and it made Wonwoo feel even more embarrassed by his words.

“Yes, sir,” you replied sarcastically, enjoying how the tips of Wonwoo’s ears turned red. He half-expected you to call for Mingyu or Chan, but instead you made yourself comfortable where you were seated. “I’ll sleep on the couch, then.”

He paused. “Sure.”

You were sleeping in Wonwoo’s room tonight.

You were sleeping in certified loser Jeon Wonwoo’s room tonight.

He was mentally freaking out.

Was this supposed to be a normal thing? Was he supposed to act cool about this? Wonwoo was clueless on the protocol for these sorts of situations. He barely had girls over in his room let alone had them sleep in them. This didn’t feel reflective of the gentlemanly image he had been upholding for years now.

He could practically hear the teasing he’d get from the other boys if they found out. Jeonghan and Minghao were early birds, so it would be impossible to avoid them in the morning. Minghao would probably let it go eventually, save for a few teases here and there. Jeonghan, on the other hand, would make it everyone’s business.

So, in short, Wonwoo was royally screwed.

The least he could do now was be hospitable, and making you sleep on the couch didn’t seem hospitable at all. His couch wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly made to be slept on. He remembered when Vernon Chwe crashed on his couch after a party one night (Seungkwan and Soonyoung were passed out on his bed), and the poor guy woke up with a neck sprain the next morning.

“Let me take the couch,” Wonwoo offered. “You can sleep on my bed.”

“What?” You frowned. “No, I couldn’t do that. You’re already being so kind by letting me stay.”

“The couch isn’t really that comfy.”

“All the more reason why I should sleep on it, then,” you said with an air of finality. “I’m the one crashing here, so it’s not fair if you take the couch.”

Wonwoo sighed. “Why don’t we both sleep on the bed, then?” he blurted out.

He processed it.

And processed it.

And realized how fucking shameless he sounded.

“Whoa,” he mumbled. “Sorry, you don’t have to—”

“Sure,” you replied, looking down at the controller, fingers fiddling with the left thumbstick. “Only if you’re comfortable with that.”

Wonwoo’s jaw went slack, partly out of surprise and partly because he knew he should have been saying something to diffuse the tension he created. Just as he was about to start rambling, Mingyu’s voice rang from downstairs.

“Wonwoo! Your Panda Express is here!” he yelled. “Bro, why’d you order two bowls?”

“Uh… I’m hungry!” Wonwoo shouted back. He spared you a glance before walking to the door. “I’ll go get our food real quick.”

He retrieved the bag from Mingyu, trying to avoid eye contact because he was sure he would give himself away. None of them had any idea you were still here, probably expecting that you had your fun with his Xbox for a few hours before leaving. Wonwoo considered himself an expert in keeping his face clear of all emotion, but Mingyu always read him like a book. It was honestly scary how perceptive his friend was.

When he returned, you were clearing the coffee table in front of you to lay out the food. Wonwoo set the bag down and let you grab your bowl and utensils. He sat on the floor and opened his own, snickering at the sight of you already digging in before he could even open the lid.

“Did you not have lunch or something?” he asked.

“Nope,” you answered. “Didn’t have time to pick it up from the dining hall.”

“You don’t make breakfast at home?”

“Uh… not really.”

Wonwoo hummed. “You could’ve asked one of us to get you something. You shouldn’t be putting off eating until dinner. Three meals a day is important, you know? Or at least like, two.”

You giggled in response. “I can’t tell if you sound like a dad or a boyfriend right now.”

Wonwoo couldn’t stop the blush that spread across his cheeks at your words.

He couldn’t tell either.

After you both finished dinner, Wonwoo let you borrow a towel and clothes so that you could shower. One of the nice things about his room was that he had an attached bathroom. Before the school year even started, Wonwoo knew that he didn’t want to share a common bathroom with twelve other guys.

What he failed to consider, though, was that you would walk back into his room wearing only his loose shirt that fell past your thighs.

“Your pants didn’t fit,” you explained, holding it out to him.

Wonwoo took it gingerly, clearing his throat so that he could ignore all the impure thoughts circulating through his head. He was supposed to be a gentleman, and thinking about how good your hair smelled was making him feel like scum.

“Are you heading to bed now?” he asked, putting his sweatpants back in his drawer before moving to the far end of his twin XL. (It wasn’t very far.)

“Mm, yeah,” you said, running a hand through your hair before rummaging through your bag. After a moment, you asked, “Do you have any moisturizer?”

“Bathroom. Top shelf.”

“Thanks.”

You came back after a few minutes, and Wonwoo was turned to the wall so that he could offer just a little privacy. The entire situation had his heart thundering in his chest. You slid under the covers, the dip in the mattress making Wonwoo hyper aware of your presence.

There was a difference of five inches between a twin and a twin XL sized bed. That five inches was in length, so it had nothing to do with the distance between you and Wonwoo. It offered no safe distance that kept him from feeling your warmth against his back. The three inches of space between you two was way too small.

“Do you have enough space?” he asked in a low voice.

“Kinda,” you replied, but Wonwoo wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

Kinda from you sounded more like “barely.” You had a tendency to play things down, as Wonwoo noticed.

He sat up to peer at your side of the bed. Just as he thought, one of your legs was hanging off the bed while the rest of your body barely managed to fit.

“Let’s switch,” he insisted, getting up before you could even turn his offer down.

“O-okay.” You scooted to the other end of the bed where the wall kept you from falling off. You turned so that you were facing Wonwoo, and he swallowed hard. “Are you sure? I don’t want you falling off.”

“Then what do you suppose we do?” He chuckled. “It’s fine. It’s one night.”

His breath hitched when you wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him secure. Wonwoo had never intended to get this close to you, and this was defeating the purpose of all the walls he set up around you. It was already impossible to resist you, and this was making it even harder for him.

“Let’s just get closer,” you said softly. “Then you won’t fall off.”

You had a point.

Wonwoo moved closer so that his body was pressed up against you. Seeing your head against his chest was making him go crazy, so he stretched his arm out across the pillow.

“If it’s comfortable,” he began, “you can lay on my arm.”

You took his offer with a pleased smile on your face, cuddling closer to him for warmth. This was definitely not what friends did, was it? Hell, were you two even friends? Wonwoo would have considered you to have been more of an acquaintance with your limited interactions.

He swallowed hard, trying to control his heartbeat because he swore you could hear it. It got even worse when he felt your leg brush against his.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s all good. My bed’s kinda small.”

You shuffled. “Sorry, I’m just—”

“Y/N,” Wonwoo muttered. “Hold still.”

“I’m trying, it’s just—”

“My god,” he whispered, and he couldn’t stop his next words from spilling out. “Was that you?”

“W-what?” you stuttered.

Wonwoo felt it again. Against his leg. He didn’t dare look because he was frozen in place and it was dark, but he swore his leg found its way between yours. Something pulsated against his thigh, and he had a good feeling he knew what it was.

“I was asking if that was—”

Wonwoo cut himself off when he shifted forward a little, rousing a soft, contented sigh from your lips. He froze when he heard the sound of pleasure right against his chest. It was the kind of sound he had never heard from you before—one that he didn’t even know you could make. It was straight out of a wet dream or a fantasy, but Wonwoo was pretty sure you were getting aroused because of him.

He could hear the desperation in your tone when you admitted, “Sorry, yeah, I was getting turned on.”

Something in Wonwoo snapped.

It wasn’t like he never got horny, but he always knew how to reign in his hormones. Maybe it was due to the fact that Wonwoo was a hormonal college student who hadn’t gotten laid in a while, but suddenly he wanted to do nothing but tear your clothes off and show you what he had been suppressing this entire time.

Wonwoo was gentle at first, really. He tilted your chin up so that he could kiss you gently. You reciprocated almost immediately, one hand bunching up the fabric of his shirt as you melted into it. Wonwoo only started to get riled up once he slipped his tongue past your lips, pressing your body flush against his.

He pushed your hips down into the mattress and angled himself over you, rolling his hips into yours at a steady rhythm. Wonwoo grunted at the sounds of your muffled whimpers, and when he came to his senses, he realized it was because he had a hand over your mouth.

“This okay?” he asked. You made a sound of agreement, and Wonwoo chuckled, removing his hand from your mouth.

“F-feels good,” you stuttered out. “More.”

“Don’t be too loud,” he mumbled. “These walls are thin.”

You nodded eagerly, eyes screwed shut as you tried to contain yourself. Wonwoo felt like his head was clouding over, lust overtaking every rational bone in his body. He was tugging down your shorts before he could even process what he was about to do.

Fucking you was something out of a dream. Wonwoo hadn’t thought of it much because you two kept a pretty cordial relationship, but now he wanted to do nothing else but have his way with you.

“Such a tease,” he grumbled. “Wearing my shirt and nothing else.”

“That—that was the plan.”

He prodded at your clothed slit with careful fingers, tutting lightly at how soaked you were. “For me? Already?”

You whined. “Wonwoo, please.”

“Want my fingers or my mouth?” he asked, and when you stilled, looking like you were having a hard time deciding, Wonwoo decided to choose for you. “Fingers it is, doll.”

He moved your underwear aside so that he could rub his fingers against your cunt, groaning at how he could feel you throbbing for him. Once Wonwoo decided you had enough with the teasing, he slid two fingers into you slowly. Your walls instantly clenched around his fingers, but he waited until you had adjusted properly.

“So wet for me,” he growled in your ear.

You didn’t know he could talk this dirty; it was clear by the way you were looking up at him so innocently, like you hadn’t been the one making moves on him all day. Wonwoo didn’t know either, though. You were bringing out a side to him that he never tapped into before.

He fingered you expertly, making sure to scissor his fingers inside you when your tight walls started easing up on him. Wonwoo shuddered at the sounds you were making and stared down at the spot where his fingers disappeared inside you. When he felt your thighs starting to quiver, he sped up his pace. His fingers were moving in and out of you so smoothly that he didn’t stop the rhythm even as you came undone around him.

You slapped a hand over your mouth this time to muffle your cries. Wonwoo was more than pleased with your reaction, helping you ride out your orgasm by rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Good girl,” he praised. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat up on his knees, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down. “You ready to go again?”

“Please,” you begged, arching your back so that you could tug down your underwear and kick it off your ankles.

The lights were off, but he could clearly see your body illuminated by the moonlight. Wonwoo pressed kisses from your thighs to your hips, slowly sliding your shirt up as he kissed up your stomach and chest. Then, he helped you get rid of your shirt entirely, groaning at the sight of your body laid bare for him.

“Are you ready?” he asked, lining up his cock at your entrance. “I’ll take it slow.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mmhm.”

Wonwoo pushed himself inside you carefully, making sure to slow down and wait for you to adjust whenever he saw your face scrunching up. When you whined for him to keep going, he slid into you fully, groaning at the feeling of your walls around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck,” he growled out. “You feel amazing, Y/N.”

“W-Wonwoo, go,” you moaned.

He gripped your hips and started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace, slowly working his way up until you could take him without any winces or flashes of discomfort. Soon, Wonwoo was pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he pounded into you, listening to your moans and whimpers like it was his favorite song.

You felt so perfect around him, like Wonwoo was meant to bury his cock inside you like this. He held you down and thrusted in you harder, fucking you like a well-oiled machine until you were squirming underneath him.

“I-I’m close,” you whispered.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nodding before he sped up his pace, making sure to hit that sweet spot right under your cervix. Wonwoo continued fucking you until he had to slap his hand around your mouth to muffle your loud cries. You fell off the edges right before him, and he could feel it in the way you were clenching and unclenching around him.

The intensity of your orgasm drove him to his own high, making him pull out so that he could cum on your stomach. Wonwoo panted heavily, collapsing beside you and turning so that he could work his fingers on your clit until your orgasm subsided. You were a whimpering and writhing mess, but you had never looked so beautiful to him.

“So…” you started, chest heaving as you caught your breath, “that just happened.”

“It did,” he mumbled. “Did you like it?”

Maybe it was that twinge of anxiousness that lingered at the back of Wonwoo’s head. He wasn’t the type to be able to just fuck people and go; there was a sense of closeness he felt after sex, and it was hitting hard right now. He respected your decision, of course, if all you wanted was some dick, but he knew he would be feeling like shit afterward.

To his relief, though, you managed a beaming smile through your labored breaths.

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I liked it a lot.”

It was strange how things seemed to develop between you and Wonwoo so naturally.

One day you two were on a small talk basis, and the next you were practically his roommate. You seemed to be unfazed about everything, but Wonwoo couldn’t help but think about how weird it was that he hadn’t ever seen you go home since the day he fucked you for the first time.

The first time, meaning there were many, many other times. His daily routine consisted of waking up, going to class, coming home to you playing on his Xbox, fucking you, doing some homework, fucking you again, and then going to bed. It was honestly surprising how you never got tired of all the positions you tried out with him.

Earlier in the week, Wonwoo fucked you in his shower so that it would drown out your moans. Unfortunately, he underestimated how slippery shower sex was, and he had to explain the loud crash to everyone living in the frat house because of this.

So, now, everyone found out about your little arrangement. You and Wonwoo weren’t exactly dating, but there was definitely something going on.

It wasn’t just sex, though. If it was just sex, Wonwoo wouldn’t have questioned it, but you two ended up looking more like a couple half the time. Last week, Wonwoo took you to an art museum, and you two spent the entire day holding hands and looking at the art pieces together. He only registered it as a date when he took you to a tofu house afterward and laughed at the sight of you failing to crack open your egg.

Moreover, your pillow talks were getting a little serious. Wonwoo would finish inside you and then proceed to listen to you talk about your day, all the while stroking your hair and rubbing circles on your arm. You two had discourses about philosophy, watched TikToks in bed, and even bought a succulent to raise together. It was definitely well past a normal friends with benefits relationship.

When Wonwoo confided in Soonyoung about his peculiar situationship with you, he came to wonder if he was just being used for his Xbox. That couldn’t possibly be the case, though, because you would’ve left by now.

Omori was a game that took around twenty hours to reach completion. Wonwoo was certain about this; he did his research (aka consulting the Steam community). Statistically speaking, you should have beaten the game by now.

Maybe you just sucked at the game. Some people just didn’t have any gaming sense, as Seungcheol discovered when he played co-op with Chan. Wonwoo didn’t want to accidentally offend you by mentioning that you should have finished the game by now, so he took a less aggressive route.

“How long is this game?” he asked one evening as he sat next to you on the couch.

“Around twenty hours if you play in one go,” you answered, like you were reading off the Steam community discussion page verbatim.

Wonwoo was shocked. If you knew how long the game was, then why hadn’t you given up already? You had definitely been playing for way more than twenty hours. Maybe even twice that amount.

“You’ve practically been living in my house for two weeks now,” he said. “You haven’t hit twenty hours yet?”

“Well, there’s side quests and stuff, you know?” you answered, which was actually a good point. Wonwoo was a sucker for side quests, especially in indie games. “But I finished the game last week. I’m playing another route now.”

Ah, routes.

Routes that made video games worth the money because there were so many different outcomes one could achieve. Routes that made people keep replaying the same game over and over again just to get an alternative ending for a measly achievement or two. Routes that immersed people into different storylines and character developments.

Routes that made you stay over at Jeon Wonwoo’s house for two whole weeks.

You were playing another route. Meaning, it would potentially take the same amount of time or more to replay the game. Meaning, you would be sleeping in Wonwoo’s twin XL for longer. It would be nearing a month at this rate.

“Y/N, you can’t keep staying here,” Wonwoo said. “You’ve been living in my room for like, two weeks now. You don’t even pay rent.”

You frowned. “You pay rent?”

“Of course I pay rent! Everyone pays rent! Now go back to your place.”

“But your Xbox is here.”

He brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. “You can come back anytime to play it, but I feel guilty making you pay rent for your place when you’re living out in my room, okay? So go home.”

“But…”

Wonwoo sighed. It wasn’t that you were overstaying your welcome. In fact, he liked having you around. It was great that he was allowed to have his own room in a house full of messy frat boys, but it did get lonely sometimes. Your presence was a refreshing change. It was getting hard to ignore the looks he got when he would leave for class in the morning with you following behind him like a duckling, though.

“Y/N, is there something else going on?” Wonwoo asked with a light sigh. He turned his body so that he could look at you properly, watching as you hesitated to set the controller down for a moment. “Are you avoiding going back to your place for any particular reason?”

You let out an awkward laugh, voice trailing off toward the end when you said, “It’s not like there’s exactly a home to go back to…”

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo narrowed his eyes. You never seemed to have an issue with your apartment in the past (at least from what he observed) other than your occasional complaints about your roommate. “Is something going on?”

You finally set the controller down and turned to face him, sighing heavily. Only when your body was turned to him did Wonwoo realize how close you two were on the couch. He felt compelled to place a hand on your shoulder or something—squeeze it, maybe. He wasn’t the best when it came to comforting people, but it looked like you could really use a hug.

“My roommate got us evicted a few weeks ago,” you admitted with a newfound sense of shame that Wonwoo had never seen from you before. “Honestly, it’s partly my fault because I was throwing a few kickbacks in the beginning of the year. Music got a little loud sometimes so we got a few noise complaints. I toned it way down when we got a warning, though, so I told my roommate to be careful, too.” Your eyes got watery as you spoke, and Wonwoo could tell where this was going. “Basically, when I visited home a few weeks ago, I came back to find out that we were getting evicted and my roommate decided to not let me know until I got back.”

“That’s horrible,” Wonwoo mumbled. He decided to go ahead and squeeze your shoulder, ignoring his pre-existing dilemma over whether to do it or not. To his relief, you looked more at ease once he did. “Do you have any back-up place to stay or something?”

“Um…” You sniffled, wiping a stray tear that had been building up at your waterline. “I dunno. I moved some of my stuff in Mina’s garage for now, but I don’t think I can keep it there forever. She doesn’t really have any more space in her house unless I couch surf or something.”

“So that’s why you’ve been crashing here,” Wonwoo concluded, the dots finally connecting in his head.

You looked ashamed but nodded. “I’m sorry.” You pointed to your laptop that was sitting on his nightstand. “I’ve been looking for a place to stay, I swear. It’s just that it’s so hard to find a sub-leaser this late in the school year.”

“No, no, don’t be,” he murmured. “Um… you can stay here until you find a new place, okay? However long it takes.”

You mustered a smile, which made Wonwoo’s heart swell a little. “Thanks, Woo.”

Maybe it was because you were just so vulnerable in front of him or maybe Wonwoo was just thinking about how your smile was the most beautiful thing in the world, but he ended up leaning over and kissing you gently. You froze for a moment before kissing him back, moving your hand so that it was sliding up to the back of his neck. Wonwoo tilted your chin up and rubbed small circles along your jaw with his thumb as his lips moved against yours in perfect synchrony.

When he pulled back, he smiled fondly at how flustered you looked.

He murmured, “Just doing what any decent boyfriend would do.”

You didn’t respond right away.

Wonwoo waited.

Waited.

And he realized.

He just called himself your boyfriend.

The panic came crashing down on him immediately after. Wonwoo’s brain was going haywire over what he had just said, and he had no idea how to recover from it. He should have corrected himself or tried to laugh it off, but that would probably be insensitive.

Did he want to be your boyfriend? Yes, he wanted nothing more than to put a label on what was going on between you two. The confusion was driving him crazy, hence his fuck-up two seconds ago.

Your eyes were wide as discs. “You just…”

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “I… I wasn’t thinking.”

“You just said boyfriend!” you exclaimed. “Which… which would mean I’m your girlfriend.”

“Yes,” Wonwoo replied, wincing at your reiteration. “I’m aware I said that.”

Your voice then dropped about two octaves, and Wonwoo had never seen you so shy. “Wait, so, you don’t wanna be?”

He turned to look at you, eyes widening at your words. Were you implying what he thought you were implying? The way you were nervously picking at your nails could only make him assume you were anticipating more.

He swallowed hard. “You’d be okay with dating me?”

“Okay?” you echoed, scoffing a little. “I thought you were a genius or something, Woo. How could you be so dense? I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages!”

Wonwoo’s mouth went dry. “I… I—yeah, um…” After floundering for words for a solid minute, he composed himself and asked straightforwardly, “I know this is long overdue, but will you officially be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

A pretty smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Of course, idiot.”

You kissed him with such affection that Wonwoo didn’t realize he had been craving for a long time, and this, he realized, was bliss.

You never found another place to rent.

That was fine, though, because Wonwoo didn’t mind you staying at his place.

Sure, he had to have a long discussion about it with the rest of his frat, but since you knew all of them, they were thankfully in favor of you staying for the rest of the year. Sure, his bed was still way too small for the two of you, but you both learned to make it work. Plus, Wonwoo was glad he could split rent with someone now.

Wonwoo was honestly anticipating you staying in his room for the rest of the school year. Finding a new place so late was unreasonable, so although he appreciated your efforts, he knew from the beginning that you two would just end up living together.

It was strange to be living with the girl he started dating recently, but he liked being able to wake up to you in the morning. Plus, it wasn’t like he saw you all the time. Whenever he was on campus, he would usually stick with Soonyoung or Mingyu.

“Wonwoo!” You hugged him from behind, nearly startling both him and Soonyoung in the middle of their daily study sessions at the library. “I got you a donut.”

Soonyoung frowned. “Where’s mine?”

“You didn’t ask for one,” you answered with a grin. “Just kidding, I got you one, but Chan ate it while we were walking over.”

“My bad,” Chan apologized with a half-eaten donut in one hand and powdered sugar on his lips.

Wonwoo wasn’t heavy on PDA but smiled when you kissed his cheek, gingerly taking the donut from you. “You can sit at our table, if you want,” he offered.

“That’s okay, I’m gonna be here until like, midnight,” you said with a frown. “Can you pick me up?”

“Yeah, of course.” He squeezed your hand and smiled as he watched you go.

“Dude,” Soonyoung cut in, snapping him out of his dreamy trance. His eyes were locked on the donut. “You’re so lucky.”

Wonwoo wasn’t sure if his best friend was talking about you or the donut, but he agreed wholeheartedly.

“Yeah,” he replied with a wistful sigh, “I really am.”

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[scottsstreet]

Glad you came

PAIRINGS: Luca Fantilli x Reader

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR’S NOTE: please let me know your thoughts, opinions and suggestions. enjoy!

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you first met Luca in your Econ class.

he was late on the first day and since there were no other seats available, he sat down next to you and began politely asking for the notes he missed.

the next time you had that class you sat in the same spot, enjoying being off to the side away from everyone else. you didn’t expect him to come in once again and ask if this seat was taken?

and that became routine. you would be one of first the people to arrive in class since you walked from your off-campus apartment not too far away and then Luca would arrive a few minutes later, take the seat next to you and start talking about whatever he did on the days you hadn’t seen each other.

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you had been in Econ class that morning and just like any other day Luca was catching you up on all the things you’d missed on your days apart. his friends, his other classes, hockey, his favorite tv shows, etc.

you would give your input every now and then to let him know you were still engaged and listening, but let’s be honest it was hard not to be engaged when Luca was talking.

“then he scored the winning goal and Ethan was pissed,” he laughed “it was hilarious. you had to of been there.”

“and you were playing what game?” you asked trying to understand what exactly he was talking about.

“NHL 23.” he said.

“interesting, you’ll have to show me sometime.” you responded absentmindedly, you didn’t even realize the weight your words actually carried.

“you should came to one of my games sometime, that way you can see first hand how to play the game.” he suggested shyly, shrugging.

you finally raised you attention from you notebook and turned to him with an are you serious? look.

“yeah. i know you aren’t the biggest sports fan but you should come. We play Friday.”

before you could even try and muster a response your professor dismissed class and you and Luca parted ways.

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now its not that you hated sports. you watched the occasional Saturday night football game with your family growing up and you went to your siblings sporting events to show your undying support, but you just never got into it. you never really found it enjoyable.

regardless your easily influenced and after talking to your best friend about what happened with Luca, she convinced you to at least go for a little bit of the game because it could be fun and because he seems like a really nice guy.

so you decided to go.

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when the game ended you were a bit sad but you shrugged the feeling off and just chalked it up as an experience you didn’t completely hate.

before the game had started Luca had tossed you a puck that said meet me by the locker room. so that’s where you headed as you made your way through the crowded halls of the Yost Arena.

when you neared the locker room you saw Luca standing there waiting for you talking to a few of the other player on the team.

when he saw you coming his way, he parted ways with the other boys and made his way towards you.

“you came? and here i thought you hated sports.” he greets you.

you shrugged, “i do, someone has to cheer for you right? otherwise it’s just-“ *ignoring all the people still crowding the Arena dressed in maize and blue who were obviously there for the Wolverines, waving around vaguely* “embarrassing, no one here for your team. clearly” you replied back continuing with the banter.

“clearly.” “what would you do without me?”

his smiles widens “i don’t know. in fact, you might have to keep coming to the games, you’re probably the sole reason we won tonight.”

“probably.”

#umich hockey #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #hockey

[back2bluesidex]

Spotlight - MYG

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi X Reader

Theme: Angst, Pining, Fluff, friends to lovers au.

Word count: 1574

Summary: No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

Warning: Unrequited feelings, sort of insecure reader, pining and that's all. It is SFW. (However, still, I don't want minors to interact with my blog!! So, Minors do not interact!!)

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“How does it feel to always be under the spotlight?” your words are followed by a sigh that escapes your lips without your notice. Your eyes get lost at the darkest corners of the vast concert venue. Do you try to find something glistening in the dark? Or do you just want to rest your eyes away from all the glistening lights that hovers above your head, beside you, before you, oh hell, all around you? You have no idea. 

Actually you do. Deep down you want to avoid his gaze, the gaze that makes you nervous, the gaze that you crave but can’t have. The gaze that makes you feel emotions that are forbidden for you. 

“Depends,” Yoongi replies quietly as he averts his eyes from your figure and follows your line of sight. This time you let your eyes fall on him, sitting just beside you. 

“On what?” you ask again. 

“On your mood. Um.. sometimes how you want to take it, I suppose?” he trails off. 

“It can be calming at times and daunting at others.” he finishes his answer. 

You dwell upon his answer. You don’t know how it is even remotely possible to feel calm under the glaring spotlight while thousands of eyes stay on you solely. You never liked attention and neither do you have the guts to face it. Initially you thought Yoongi was the same. The quiet, pale and mysterious boy from your class that got along with you and only with you, seemed to hate attention, chaos, pandemonium just like you. That was until he left to pursue his dream. That was until he left you behind. That was until you came to realize he was not just your friend. 

Now you know better. Now you know Yoongi is capable of handling everything he hates and transforming those into his power, unlike you. Now you know you and Yoongi are different and that is one of the million reasons why you can’t be together. You can’t be his. 

“Do I look extra handsome today?” Yoongi murmurs and only then you realize you have been staring at him for longer than you should. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah. You look handsome everyday.” you smile at his figure. 

“You don’t see me everyday, Y/N” Yoongi teases. 

“That is because you are a celebrity now, Yoongi. And I am a common civilian.” you reply, trying to hide the underlying hint of angst in your words. 

“But I am still your friend.” He interjects. Your eyes find his pair again.

“And I am grateful for that.” You say shyly. There is no hidden meaning behind this one. You really are grateful for a friend like Yoongi, who went out of his way and found out your number, contacted you after a solid three years of having no ties. You are grateful that he always seemed so keen on having you in one of his concerts, which you never made to, until today. You're grateful that he keeps you on his check, be it a text or a call or a video call once or twice a month, he comes back to you, while the plans of meetups fade behind your useless excuses and his demanding schedule. 

So, this is the first time you are seeing him after he left highschool. This is the first time you are meeting him after being in a sort of long distance friendship. And seeing him feels amazing but it's painful regardless. 

This pain is the reason why you avoided meeting him for so long. You knew the fact that your and Yoongi's worlds are now completely different, would hurt you beyond words once you see it with your own eyes, once you feel it through your own skin rather than the convenient glass barrier of technology. 

But you can't take it anymore. You need to move on from something so unrequited in order to sum up your life. You're already in your thirties and it's the time you start thinking of settling down, with a dog or with a husband, you don't really care. So, you agreed to accept the VIP ticket for the D-Day tour the moment Yoongi approached you. 

For Yoongi, it was probably a chance to see his long lost friend, but for you it was an ending note to a letter you never started writing. 

"You're just as beautiful as I remember… if not more." Yoongi remarks, eyes staying still on yours. You don't dwell on the flush of red that appears on his cheeks, not when you are in the same condition. 

"Haha. Thanks." You laugh it off. 

You un-fold your position, extending your limbs to stretch. Your hands move back to balance the weight of your body as you close your eyes tilting your head back. 

"I mean it. You are so beautiful. You have always been." Yoongi says again. 

You open your eyes and turn your head towards him to gauge his expression. You don't see any hint of a joke. He is serious, rather he has some kind of determination glinting behind his dark eyes. 

"For me, the spotlight has always rested upon you." Yoongi says as he moves his hands in a way that his fingertips are brushing with yours. 

Your world stops for a moment as you try to decipher what he is trying to say. Is it what you think it is or are you just overthinking? 

"On me? What?" You try to laugh it off again.

"For how long will you pretend, Y/N?" He asks, serious and stoic. 

"What do you mean, Yoongi?" You say as you try to get up and head towards the backstage. 

But Yoongi holds your wrist and stops you from getting up. 

"You know what I mean." His voice is quiet but demanding.

"Isn't it the time for your soundcheck or whatever you guys call it?" You try to avoid whatever is happening. 

"Don't change the topic! Don’t avoid it anymore! You have done enough!" His hold in your wrist goes tighter. 

“Yoongi-” 

“No! Listen to me today. I have never said anything when you never once responded to my invitations, when you give baseless excuses to avoid seeing me. But that does not mean it never hurts me, it does not bother me seeing you ignoring my advances, my feelings.” Yoongi cuts you off and says in a breath. 

“Can’t you see, Y/N? Can’t you see that I am in love with you?” he pauses, “You are intelligent enough to find out the reasons why I reached out to you after all those years and why I keep coming back to you. You know it all, Y/N, and yet you choose to avoid me. Is it because I was wrong and you don’t feel the same?” 

Your vision turns blurry and you don’t know what to say. 

“I- I mean-” he cuts you off with his lips this time. His kiss is soft and slow. Neither does he give you any lingering touches nor does he try to probe into your mouth. He only kisses as if he does not want to hear what you have to say. You kiss him back as if to assure him. Holding him by his neck and pulling him close to your embrace, you give in. You kiss him with all the pent up feelings, emotions, fears, everything and everything else. That’s when he understands that you are on the same page as him, he was never wrong, you love him just as much. His kiss now turns passionate as he pulls you towards him and sits you up on his lap. 

You both are panting when you part your lips from each other. A lone strand of hair falls on your eyes, Yoongi reaches for it and places it behind your ears. A simple act, yet so intimate. You are happy… until reality comes rushing back to you. 

“Is.. is this right? Do I even deserve this? Do I deserve you, Yoongi?” You let your fears come out. For the first time in more than a decade, you want to be vocal about your feelings. You want to communicate. 

“I know it is scary, Y/N. Dating an idol is tough and I can’t promise you sunshine and rainbows all the time. but I am ready to work it out and make it right. Our worlds might be different from each other now but I am just the same. I am the same Min Yoongi you approached for help in your music assignment. I am the same Daegu boy that took you to your favourite Tteobokki stall after school hours, I am the same boy you shared your beer with, I am the same person you fell in love with. I have not changed, neither have my love and adoration for you. I believe we can work it out. Let's just give it a try.” Yoongi’s eyes are glassy and full of untold emotions. You know he is unable to say as much as he feels, just like you. So you nod and dive in for a hug. 

“Let’s do it.” you murmur in his neck. As you let your heart win against your mind for the first time. You are ready to fall and break if it means Yoongi will be there with you. Yoongi will be finally yours even for a short span of time. 

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cw: angst/comfort, you get doubts about your relationship with shoto, there’s one (1) heated make out session, maybe a bit suggestive, shoto might be a bit ooc, tw: panic attack

wc: 4.2K

an: there might be some errors, i’m sorry. i have like three other fics to work on, but it’ll take me some time so stay tuned <33

when shoto confessed to you, you could hardly believe that he reciprocated your feelings. it had been a few months since then and he already showered you with so much of his love and affection, recently he’s been opening up to you some more as well.

behind his stoic behaviour, shoto is actually quite gentle and caring towards those who are close to him. he makes sure you two study together at least once a week, if you need help with training he’s happy to provide his services and he likes to take you out during the weekends. he knows you’re always there for him after a nightmare or when he gets flashbacks from his rather traumatic childhood, comforting him anytime he needs. in his opinion you’re the best thing ever happening to him, his mom told him as well how important it is to experience a kind of love where you two are giving your all in.

he’s just so lovestruck, your beauty, your personality and everything that makes you, you, he’s just so happy to call you his girlfriend. you make everything so much better when you’re around, he feels like he’s floating and you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. anyone who encounters the two of you can see it in his eyes, how the colours soften when you’re around, his sole focus on you, how you draw him in and how he’s always touching you in some way (sometimes the others call you over when they see you walk pass just to see how shoto’s expression changes in a split second, they think it’s adorable). he also knows how much you affect him and so do you because you feel the same when he’s around.

so why on earth are you experiencing these ugly emotions when he never you gave you a reason to and would never let you feel like he doesn’t want you anymore like you’re not enough for him?

lately, shoto and momo have been spending more time together due to getting paired together often during trainings and projects and you know neither of them would go behind your back like that, they always have been very close since your first year but somehow it still sets you off. you’re not some clingy girlfriend, you actually feel so sick for doubting your boyfriend like that but you’re not too sure what to do.

momo is such a beautiful girls, tall, curvy and her long black hair is falling on her shoulders so nicely. she’s intelligent and so smart, gentle and kind with everyone and again she’s beautiful, her and shoto would fit perfectly together.

you feel the book against your head before you realise your actions, aizawa stopping in the middle of his lecture to look at you in the front row and you hear bakugou barking a laugh at you when you realise you’ve been overthinking again and hit your head unconsciously in class.

“care to elaborate on that (l/n)?” aizawa raises a brow but the end of his lips are curling somewhat up. he knows what an inner turmoil feels like and he can tell that lately you’ve been in your head too much.

“i listened to my impulse thoughts sensei” you give him a wide grin to save yourself from embarrassment or raise any suspicions in your friends and most importantly in your boyfriend. it seemed to work because everyone started laughing. aizawa decided to let the class having fun and let you be before the bell rung signing another end of a school day.

shoto came to stand next to while you were packing up and and brushed a thumb against your forehead. “it didn’t hurt right?” he murmured leaning down to press a kiss against it. you hummed quietly while shaking your head and give him a small smile which he gladly returned and laced your fingers together, grabbing your bag as well while leading you out of the class and you two feel into a comfortable conversation.

when you got to the dorms you two parted to change out of your uniforms and agreed to meet in the common room later. you took a while as you were cleaning your room, only wanting to rest during the weekend so you messaged shoto that you’d come down later. he asked if you needed some help but you told him you’d be fine.

you finished just before dinnertime and you headed downstairs, finding everyone lounging around the common room. your eyes found shoto who seemed to be content while talking to momo and oh did that ugly emotion just return? you swallowed the lump in your throat, not realising how quickly it appeared while trying to remain calm.

“oh (y/n), come over here!” midoriya chimmed up loudly when he saw you, making everyone turn towards you and your eyes found shoto once again when he looked at you with a fond smile. before you walked over there, you should’ve checked if there was anymore space left because there was none as you came to a stand. shoto however curled his hands around your thighs and pulled you into his lap, his firm torso pressing tightly against you, one large hand (left) swallowing up one of yours, the other one (right) on your thighs and his chin is on the crown of your head.

once you got comfortable in his lap, the others remained their conversation with each other, inviting you in but you can barely hear them, too focused on shoto and momo. your boyfriend is talking to momo about a gala both of their parents will attend soon while shoto’s hand is stroking your thigh. you can’t say you don’t like the affection he gives you but you wish he talked to you too (he was, he hoped you would join in), but the lump in your throat was growing bigger and harder to ignore.

“my love, are you okay? you’re not as talkative like you usually are” shoto’s whispering tugs you back to reality, you feel his breath on you neck as he presses a soft kiss on it.

“is there anything bothering you? would you like to talk about it?” momo’s soft voice reaches you, but you give both a small smile.

“i’m just a bit tired, this week was rough i guess” you try to reassure them, but your voice cracks by the end of your sentence.

“we can eat in your dorm if you’d like then cuddle and watch a movie. how does that sound huh?” shoto mutters quietly into your ear, the hand on your thigh never stopping its caressing. you grab the hand that’s holding your hand, feeling how cold it is from his quirk and you start playing with it while looking down and thinking how that one hand dwarfs both of yours.

“i promised mina that we’d play uno tonight” your voice is small but shoto understands every one of your words. “and i don’t wanna ruin anyone’s night either” you are not sure how much momo was listening at this point, but it didn’t matter.

at times like this, shoto hates how you put everyone else before you, sure he prioritises you over himself, but he doesn’t want you to feel guilty over things like ruining your friends’ night by simply not feeling well enough to socialise. he knows that your friends are more than understanding of how it can be tiring at times to be a hero in training and no one would blame you for wanting some alone time. however, he decides to not press any further and wants to remain by your side for the rest of the evening (and the rest of his life).

“dinner’s ready shitheads” bakugou shouts from the kitchen since it was his turn to cook. everyone gathers around the dinner tables and some are helping with bringing out the food. momo leaves your side, not wanting to intrude any further as shoto helps you stand up from his lap and places his left hand on the small of your back and lead you towards your usual table with the dekusquad.

while you two are eating, a cold hand is placed on your right thigh and you realise how shoto was silently comforting you, not wanting his girlfriend to be sad. it made your heart flutter how kind he was with you even if he didn’t know what was up. you start to feel stupid for feeling this way.

the rest of the night goes by, you feel a little better and shoto was by your side the whole time. while playing uno, he once again placed you on his lap and you two were playing together while he hugged you close to him, head tucked between where your shoulder and neck meet.

that night shoto insisted he sleeps with you and you were more than okay with that.

you reach your downfall or more like your breaking point two weeks later, on friday during school. the weeks have been packed with group projects (both school work and training), momo and shoto have been placed together most of the time, leading you two to barely see each other and when you did it was for one of the projects where you had been placed into groups of 5. you were with momo, shoto, midoriya and kirishima, it somewhat relieved you that at least you had midoriya and kirishima with you so it wasn’t that uncomfortable (for you). the chemistry between shoto and momo was insane, they respond so well to each other and it got you wondering if you had such connection with shoto too.

maybe you should just talk to him and let him explore what could potentially happen between the two of them. but you love him so dearly, he’s like oxygen for your lungs, he’s the sun on gloomy days and he owns your heart, mind and soul. there is never a day where he doesn’t remind you how gorgeous he finds you, how much he cares for you, how much he loves you. he always treats you like a diamond, soft touches running across your skin when he’s around, caresses either cold or hot, it never really mattered to you. also how can you forget the tender kisses he leaves on your body or how he kisses your neck when you have a hard time expressing yourself, not wanting to make you feel like you’re under pressure. or when he whispers in your ears and leans down to hear you better because you only reach up to his torso. he completely dwarfs you with his height and large muscles when he circles his arms around you pulling you to his chest where you feel the most safe and protected.

you hadn’t realised how the tears started to roll down on your cheeks, only when a warm hand reaches over to cup your face while wiping them away with a thumb and started to caress the skin turning you slightly towards the owner. when you meet with your boyfriends bi-coloured eyes a loud hiccup escapes you. quickly gathering your school blazer, you storm out of the classroom without any word, running towards the toilets as you wipe your eyes harshly. the footsteps rushing after you stop when you disappear in one of the stalls.

after pulling down the toilet seat, you sit on it and bury your face in your hands, you harshly grab onto the hair at your scalp, your sobs escaped you uncontrollably as you cried. it was getting harder to breath as you started to hyperventilate and your whole body shook, the hold on your scalp became stronger making you pull your hair harder. you sounded so pathetic, oh lord when did you become so miserable?

shoto heard you from outside of the toilets, both of his fists balled tightly next to him. his heart was breaking down the longer he stood out there. he couldn’t think of anything that could’ve possibly caused you to break down, you seemed to be doing alright, so what happened? why didn’t you tell him that something was up? he knows how he sometimes has trouble with understanding with what’s going on but he would do anything to make you happy, literally anything. your happiness matters the most to him, if you’re happy then he’s happy. shoto brushed through his hair, he didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t walk in to the toilets, people might the wrong idea so he walked back to class.

when shoto walked back to class, everyone turned towards him and a few rushed to shoto, asking if everything is okay. however, his glossy eyes and his disheveled form was alarming to everyone and more importantly, where were you?

“todoroki what happened? where’s (y/n)?” midoriya asked, worry evident in his voice as he grabbed his friends shoulders.

“she-she’s in the toilets, she’s-she’s crying, i d-don’t know what’s g-going on” shoto’s voice was broken, he kept his eyes on the floor, his tears threatening to fall down on his face.

“i’m going to go and talk to her okay?” ochaco offered quietly as she gently rubbed shoto’s arm. he only nodded, he wanted to be the one to make sure you’re okay, you’re his girlfriend after all, the most precious thing in the world. ochaco left to see you but he couldn’t just stand there, he needed to get to you too.

“aizawa sensei, is it okay if todoroki goes inside the girls toilets? we can stand outside as well, to make sure we avoid any incidents, but it’s important for him to talk to (y/n)” momo turned towards aizawa, hoping to get his permission. she knows how important you are to shoto, you’re all he ever talks about when you’re not around. she still vividly remembers when he first came to her about his weird feelings and he didn’t know what to do with them or how to act around you. she remembers the amount of effort shoto put into courting you and even now when he finally has you, shoto’s efforts only increased. she always felt happy knowing how much in love you two were.

“don’t cause too much trouble” is all what aizawa said after taking a deep breath in. whatever happened between the two of you, he knows you can solve it and you two are better because he’s not blind, he can see as well how you complete each other.

“come on midoriya, iida, lets make sure no one interrupts them” momo instructed while grabbing shoto’s arm and pulled him towards the toilets.

meanwhile, ochaco tried to comfort you as much as possible, when she first heard your cries, she teared up as well. poor you must’ve been feeling really sad to cry this hard.

“(y/n), it’s ochaco. please open the door for me” she gently coaxed you, hoping that you will open it up for her and when she felt the lock open, she felt relieved. when she opened the door though, the sight of you made her feel incredibly sorry for you. you were sitting on your blazer, your tie on the floor and your shirt was unbuttoned at the top. your mascara was running down on your face and your hair was a mess, you were a mess. “oh my god, (y/n), what’s wrong?” she rushed to hug you and another sob broke out of you.

you could barely talk and she was barely able to catch what you were saying. the repeated few sentences were “i hate feeling like this”, “he deserves so much better” and “i love him so much” and ochaco got the gist of what you meant. someone made you feel insecure about yourself and you thought you weren’t worthy of shoto. but who made you feel like this and when did it become so bad?

unbeknownst to the two of you, the bicoloured boy was standing outside the stall, watching the two of you. you clung onto ochaco so tightly you hadn’t realised that he was standing there but ochaco did and she motioned for him to switch places. shoto ducked down and kneeled infront of you and ochaco gently tucked you into his arms. the second you felt the familiar arms circling around your smaller frame, you looked down to see shoto looking at you with big eyes, grey and turquoise hues looking at you with the same fondness as always but this time it’s more intense with love and affection. both of his hands came up to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears just like before and this time you stayed.

you thought you looked ugly, you’re in the middle of your breakdown, there is snot, tears and mascara everywhere but to shoto, you looked just as beautiful as always. he slid his arms back to your hips and pulled you onto him so he can keep you closer, you buried your face into his chest while he hid in your hair, hands running up and down on your back, hoping to soothe you.

it did soothe you, after a few minutes you sobs quieted down and only the occasional sniffles were heard. one of his hand found your face again and made you look up to him so you two can finally talk about what is going on because he’s extremely worried for you. you took him in now that you calmed down, his eyes were teary and his hair looked messy, the uniform on him looked very unorganised as he also removed his tie and a few buttons were undone.

“sweetheart” he whispers to catch your attention and when you look at him he continues “what’s bothering you this badly?” his left hand feels cold against your face and it helps to ground you.

“you gonna think it’s stupid” you mumble look down and fiddling with your fingers.

“tell me” he’s lips hover over your neck and his breath tickles you. “i want to know, let me help you” he presses his lips against the skin like he always does when he’s trying to comfort you. you don’t think there is any point in hiding it from him, this can’t get any worse (unless he dumps you right here and now).

“you and momo” his kisses stop but he doesn’t move his head to look at you “you two seem to be so good and the chemistry between the two of you is amazing. “you stop when he starts to leave kisses again “and lately we’ve barely been able to hang out together because of all the projects we get and i know it’s not your fault. i guess i just got insecure because i find momo very pretty and more fitting with you than myself. “you mumble and he looks down at you, grey and turquoise now swim in bewilderment and you know you messed up but continue anyways “i know you wouldn’t do anything like that to me and i tried to push these thoughts away but i can’t and i understand if you think we should break up” you look down at your hands, still fiddling. there, you said it.

now hold up, you think he likes momo? you think momo is a better match for him than you? you think he finds her prettier than you? you think he wants to break up with you? he doesn’t want to leave you, in fact he knows he’ll marry you when the two of you are ready for marriage and grow old together. shoto is planning to formally introduce you as his girlfriend to his family since they only met you after the afo war and you two weren’t even together yet. shoto never thought about momo that way, not when he only ever wanted you.

“how can you think like that?” he suddenly asks, fingers lifting up your chin, his eyes serious “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, when i wake up i can’t wait to your smile or see how your eyes shine when we hold hands. the way your hand fits into mine perfectly “he holds up your hand in his and watches as your fingers lace together “yours is so much smaller and cuter, just like you. i always want to protect you and be around you no matter what. you’re so gorgeous and since i’m with you, i never thought of any other girl the same way as i thought of you and you’re the first girl that i ever felt more towards to. “his words were messy, they weren’t in the usual collected manner like now “me and momo do spend a lot of time together but there is nothing going on i promise. if you want me to spend less time with her i will, just please don’t leave me” shoto’s voice is now pleading against your lips as he leaned down, kissing you softly and when you returned the kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth while one of his hands found your thigh, the other one on the small of your back and your hands sneaked around his neck, both of you are trying to pull the other closer.

shoto left your lips and kissed down to your jaw and neck right at your sweet spot. he licks it before sucking on the skin, you let out a small whine, grinding against him with your hips making him groan and you pull on his hair. he groaned again against your neck, leaving to go back to your lips after giving the bruised spot a kiss. this time he kissed you with more passion, hands cupping your lower cheeks underneath your skirt, your hips moving slightly but in sync. before you two could take it any further you put your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away from you but shoto leans back in and catches you in another make out session.

when you finally manage to get him to stop kissing you, you both pull away and take the other one in. both of your disheveled forms and plump lips, could give others a different idea of what actually happened.

“please next time talk to me, even if you think it’s stupid, but for me it’s never stupid if it’s you. you scared me so much when you ran away from me crying. “he thumbs your lips before reaching for your tie and pulls it over your head “i love you so much, if you’re hurt then so am i” he presses a kiss against your forehead as he fixes your uniform. “let’s get back to class, the others must be worried i’m sure” he softly smiles at you and helps you stand up, grabbing your blazer as well as he leads you out of the stalls.

you take a look into the mirror but quickly turn around when you see the mess you became. shoto only chuckles and opens the door and you just stand there dumbfounded. is he going to leave like that?

“momo can you make some make up remover and a brush?” oh my god, there were people standing outside?

“of course, is she okay? does she need anything else?” momo’s concerned voices reaches you and you feel like a monster for letting your bad thoughts get ahead of you and make her seem like a bad person.

“yeah she is, just give us a few more minutes” shoto walks back to you and turns you so he can see you better when he starts to wipe your face with a tissue, then with the make up remover, afterwards he brushes your hair too, all of this with so much care and you let out a giggle at his focused face. it makes him smile when he finally hears you giggling and gives you a soft peck on the lips. you take the brush from his hand and brush his hair and wipe his face too with a tissue. shoto’s uniform still looks messy but he doesn’t care as long as you’re here with him and you’re happy.

“i’m taking you out this weekend, somewhere just the two of us okay?” he leans down, presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes.

they are full of love.

“okay” you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you once more before the two of you leave the girls bathroom.

iida acted like a security guard the whole time.

you apologised to everyone for the inconvenience and mainly to momo for getting in your head so much about her, but she only patted your head and said that there is nothing to apologise for, she just want you to be happy. shoto remained by your side for the rest of the day and reassured you of his love for you.

(shoto took you to the country side that weekend, where the todoroki’s had a mansion away from everything. he also made sure you know he loves you in more than one way)

#shoto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x you #shoto todoroki x you #bnha x you #bnha x reader

[noirvette]

poly tweek and craig! + reader who gets panic attacks regularly headcanons!!

YESSS A TWEEK AND CRAIG REQUEST, I was so excited to see this one in my inbox. again for all requests i'd like to apologize for it taking so long to release these. they've been in my drafts but i got excited about the smau.

i did do poly!! however it's stylized to show them both individually

cws: none! Aged up characters!

♡ TWEEK TWEAK

He gets it and he's learned some tricks from Craig to help himself calm down so he applies what he's learned to you.

He's always willing to help you too, a fun lil tidbit is by helping you calm down, he helps himself calm down as well

Does a lot of soothing back rubs/rubbing circles into your back.

Is an advocate for the 3-3-3 method, where you list 3 things you see, hear, and can move.

He holds onto your hand so you can squeeze his hands. He's gotten use to tight grips so don't worry if you think you've squeezed too hard, he's fine.

Contact with another person helps ground him a lot so he does it for you on instinct, however if that makes you more stressed or does the opposite effect, he'll back off a bit and stay more so on the side lines unless Craig specifies on what he can do.

He might not be able to help you bring back your focus in on something too much, so he's kind of more like moral support and is very good at letting you know he's just there and how he isn't going anywhere.

Craig once read that the smell of lavender can help with panic attacks and so now Tweek carries those small scent jar necklaces and it smells like lavender and he puts it on you to help you. (Craig will get you your own tbh)

Will also rub circles into the palms of your hands. Does a lot of hand touching, like connecting his fingertips to yours and sounds. I feel like Tweek would make quiet soothing sounds that you can sort've try focusing on instead of the loud busy background noises.

When you have a panic attack in public he gets a bit nervous on dealing with it but that's solely because of his own anxiety making him nervous about people staring.

So Craig helps you more when it comes to public panic attacks (more about this coming right up)

♡ CRAIG TUCKER

Craig is used to seeing Tweek's panic attacks occur in public, so he's great at deescalating and helping you through public panic attacks.

He counts out loud or has you focus in on breathing (Tweek will sometimes join in to help coax you into repeating things)

"Okay hun, breathe in.." "..1 ...2 ...3..." "Good..now breathe out"

If your panic attacks spike in public spaces because of people's stares, Craig and Tweek both shield you from view using their bodies.

Craig also straight up glares at them and flips them off. He'll watch them as they walk away too, hates that people will just stare at those having panic attacks and not help.

Because of Tweek and you, Craig tends to carry a backpack with him full of stress reliever toys that he'll give you if you start showing signs of a panic attack starting. He'll give you a stress ball or other stress relievers to help with calming you out of a panic attack

For some reason I feel as though Craig is on his phone a lot, especially if he's in a class without you or Tweek. In his mind, it's not worth paying attention without either of you two there with him (bro manages to get solid B through A-'s so he's doing fine tbh)

I'm mentioning this because if you believe you're about to have a panic attack, texting Craig about it will result in him at your side within seconds.

He doesn't even care if he's getting detention again, helping you out is worth more than some stupid class.

Willing to do whatever it is once you're feeling better. Wanna ditch class and the rest of school? He's with you and you guys are grabbing Tweek. Want to head to the nurses office and fake some sickness so you don't have to return to class right away? Works with him. If you even want to head back to class he'll walk you, kiss you on your forehead and make sure you make it to your seat.

All in all both of them are absolute sweethearts and will help you and support you whenever you have a panic attack.

They love you so much

#tweek tweak #tweek tweak x reader #craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #tweek x reader #south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #fluff #poly creek

[abimess]

The Best Day

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - AU

Summary: You decide to have the best day of your life with your favorite person in the world.

Word count: 10k || Pronouns: not used

A/N: No Forbbiden chapter yet cause I haven't been in the mood to write smut (let's hope it changes eventually). But here's a story I wrote recently, hope you all enjoy it!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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Wanda was in class when her phone rang. Professor Harkness threw her a glare at the sudden interruption, but the redhead just cast the older woman an apologetic smile before rushing out the door to pick it up. Her features light up in a smile as she reads your name on the screen.  

“Hey, Ginger, where are you?” Wanda’s smile grows wider at the nickname, resting her back against one of the corridor walls. “In class. A very important one, by the way.” She complains in a playful tone, not really bothered, and you let out a low laugh on the other side of the line.

“I came to the right place then.” You comment then, and although the redhead’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, she doesn’t have the time to ask, because soon you’re talking again. “And I’m afraid I’ll make you lose the rest of it, Reddy. I kinda need you for the day, can you come downstairs?”

“What do you need me for?” Wanda asks with a raised brow that you can’t see, but she’s already walking towards the stairs, leaving her belongings behind in the classroom she had spent about 30 minutes of her morning in. She already had everything she needed anyways - her phone and her wallet. Besides, she could always ask Yelena to bring her things back to the dorm. 

“What’s the fun in telling you that?” You hit back as she hurries down the staircase, two steps at a time, and now it’s her turn to laugh. “You expect me to leave all my classes for the day to go on an adventure with you and not even know the reason?” She reasons with amusement, as if the answer wasn’t obviously yes. 

“Yep, that’s pretty much it.” The redhead can see clearly in her head your dismissive pout as you shrug your shoulders, and she let out a chuckle as an answer, shaking her head in fake disapproval. “It’s gonna be worth it, I promise. It’s actually gonna be the best day ever.” 

“Oh, a very bold statement there.” She jokes as she reaches the first floor, walking with quick steps to the front door. “And I’ll put my money where my mouth is.” You hit back with determination, and Wanda has time to one last response before she walks out of the building, a teasing smirk on her face. “Oh, be careful with that, you have a lot of it.”

This time she hears your laughter coming straight out of your mouth - your head thrown back as you rest your body and the sole of one of your sneakers against the body of your father's blue pickup truck. The redhead shoves her phone inside her pocket immediately, running to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. 

“It’s very rude to hang up on people, did you know that?” You joke as you hug her back, and your best friend giggles against your skin before pulling away. “It’s also very rude to get in the way of people’s classes, did you know that?” She hits back promptly, and now it’s your turn to laugh before shrugging your shoulders. “I can leave if you want.”

“Well, you’re already here, so…” Wanda trails off with a roll of her eyes as if her ear-to-ear grin didn’t give away how happy she was to see you. “Well, alright then. Let’s not waste our precious time together.” You invite her inside the pick-up truck with a motion of your head, and the two of you exchange another pair of smiles before you start moving. 

“You’re on Steve’s truck today.” The redhead points out as she puts on her seatbelt, and you’re busy starting the car as you answer. “Yeah, I felt like driving a stick shift car today, it feels more authentic.” Wanda only let out a soft chuckle in response, soon after getting busy putting on some songs on the radio, choosing them thoughtfully after you asked her to only play the best ones. 

“What do you want to do?” You ask as you pass the university gates, and the redhead turns to you almost disbelieving. “You said you needed me and you don’t even know what we’re doing?!” You let out an amused laugh, glancing at her as much as you can as you pay attention to the road. 

“No, I know what I want to do. I just want to know what you want to do.” You explain with an easy smile that grows when you glance at her confused expression. “We’re going to spend the whole day together, we need to fill our agenda.” Your answer gets you a laugh through the nose from the redhead, her eyes scanning your face for a moment before asking, “What’s up with you?”

“What? I’m not allowed to want to spend the day with my best friend?” You hit back with another question, one eyebrow raised in challenge, and Wanda laughs lightly, rolling her eyes before looking out at the window for a moment. “Okay, well, you caught me off guard. Let’s do your things first while I think.”

“You got it, boss.” You answer playfully, and you two share a smile before a long, comfortable silence settles around you. 

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Wanda asks a few times about where you’re going. But all the questions are met with your amused tone as you say she’ll see it once you get there. So she gives up, talking to you about other topics as you drive around. But once you pass the entrance to Wakanda National Park, the redhead can’t take it anymore.

“Why are we here?”

“I want to climb a tree.” You answer simply, as if the answer to her question was the most obvious of all, your eyes scanning the place as you look for a parking spot. “What?” Your best friend asks, a disbelieving smile as she eyes you with amusement. “And did it need to be here? Couldn't you have done it on campus?” 

“I want a specific tree.” You tell once you stop the car, your eyes back on hers again. The redhead furrows her brows, as if trying to read you. But you just cast her a lopsided smile. “Come on.” You invite with a motion of your head, and don’t wait for a response before turning around to open the door. Wanda takes no time in following you.

It’s Wednesday morning, so the park is as empty as it can be. The few times you meet other human beings is when you cross paths with some elderly people on their morning walks - who greet you with warm smiles and kind good-morning wishes. But as you get further along the trail, this also becomes rarer.

“Wait, I need a moment.” Wanda asks breathlessly about thirty minutes later, leaning against a nearby tree. “If you didn’t smoke so much pot you’d be doing just fine.” You joke as you offer her the water bottle that you brought, and your best friend raises her middle finger at you before gladly taking the item, making you smile.

“Don’t use my college problems against me, it’s not my fault you’re the healthiest person I know.” Her grumble makes you let out an amused chuckle, shaking your head in mocked disapproval. “We’re already here, Ginger, quit complaining.” You say as you look around, and the redhead furrows her brows, wiping her mouth dry with the back of her hand as she mimics your action. 

At first, the girl sees nothing much about the place - just a bunch of trees and more trees, as at absolutely every other point on the trail you’ve been walking on. But then her tired mind slowly begins to pick up some details that she hadn't paid attention to before. A log twisted in a funny way, an old wooden bench with some details carved by visitors long ago. Soon the scenery begins to look familiar. “Is this…”

“Our spot.” You answer the question she trailed off, a sweet smile on your face that makes Wanda’s heart flutter. She looks around again, at the place she, you and Pietro used to play at almost every weekend when you were kids. Taking one last sip of the cold water, the redhead is the one who takes the lead this time, guiding you to where you wanted to go, oblivious to the way you look at her from behind. 

No more than a few steps off the trail, the two of you come to a stop in front of a tall tree with several curved branches that acted as a ladder for you many times in the past. You and Wanda exchange glances, as if trying to decide who’s going up first. Not long after, you smirk. “Ladies first.” You offer and a smile cracks on her face. “Wow, thank you.” The redhead says with a theatrical bow, using the flannel blouse tied around her waist as a dress skirt. You laugh through your nose, matching the bow in the same tone and making her smile. 

And then the two of you are climbing, you right behind Wanda but only for the first few minutes of it, because soon you decide it would be a great idea to race to see who gets to the top first. You laugh and exchange competitive comments all the way up there, but waste no time in helping each other when one gives any sign that they might lose their balance.

In the end, you get to the top at the same time, laughing as you try to recover the normal rhythm of your breathing. The laughter subsides as the two of you look around, down at the world, feeling at the top of it even if you’re not that much away from the ground. Still, it’s a few long feet to the ground. But Wanda is trying not to think too much about the possibility of falling, and you’re busy admiring her features. 

Feeling your eyes on her, the redhead looks at you. The mixture of physical effort and embarrassment makes her cheeks turn red as she catches you staring, but you don’t look away, smiling at her instead. “I missed doing this.” You tell her, resting your face on the trunk that stretches not much higher than where you are, earning a smile from the redhead.

“Me too.” She agrees softly, mimicking your action, bringing her face closer to yours. “We should do this more often.” She suggests not after long, and you take a deep breath before looking away to the landscape, the smile never leaving your face. “I would like that a lot.” Wanda catches herself unable not to admire you, a silly grin on her lips, so characteristic of her whenever you were around. But she manages to tear her eyes away from you, admiring the surroundings with you in silence. 

“Wanna go down? I’m kinda hungry.” You offer a few minutes later, laughing at the pleased groan the redhead lets out. “Please, I’m starving!”

The two of you are climbing down the tree then, and walking all the way back to the car in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. At some point you bump your shoulder on hers, smiling when she repeats the action. The banter goes on for a long while until you stop, your shoulder brushing against hers as you walk, but neither of you puts an effort to pull away. 

“Where are we eating?” Wanda only breaks the silence when you’re already driving, her hand resting on her closed fist due to tiredness. “I thought about going to that Shawarma place we always saw on the way to school but we never went.” You tell as you take the main road again, hearing the redhead laughing by your side. 

“Do you even know what Shawarma is?” Your best friend asks with amusement, her eyebrows raised at you. “I have no idea.” You answer with a playful smirk, making her laugh some more. “Well,” she says with a shrug, a smile on her lips, “let’s find out.”

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The Shawarma Palace is quite empty when you get there, which doesn’t seem like a good sign for you. But, checking your clock, you see that the hand has barely reached noon yet, and it’s a small restaurant anyways, it’s not like they could have many people around. 

So you and Wanda find a table on the far corner to sit, and not after long a smiley boy joins you, offering the menus and letting you know he’s there to help with anything you need. You and the redhead exchange amused glances before deciding to tell him you know nothing about Shawarma, and the boy laughs, telling you he’ll choose the perfect option for each of you. 

After he asks a few questions - about food preferences, restrictions and allergies -, he walks away towards the counter, leaving you and Wanda alone again. The two of you just stay there for a while, looking at each other in silence. Before you know it, you’re in a staring contest, and you keep your eyes locked on her green orbs for as long as you can. 

But it doesn’t take long for your eyes to start burning, and you let out a curse word when you’re unable to hold them open for any longer, your finger coming to rest atop your eyelids. “Take it, asshole.” Wanda says playfully, making you let out a laugh. “I became very good at keeping my eyes open after I started taking classes with Professor Harkness.” You laugh once more at the displeased roll of her eyes. “How’s college going for you, by the way?”

“It’s been good!” She tells you excitedly, distractedly playing with the napkin holder. Looking at her hands, you find it hard to keep yourself from reaching out to hold them. “Can’t wait to finish it though.” The redhead adds not long after, and you let out a chuckle, bringing your eyes back to hers with a smirk on your lips. “And go live your super famous book writer life?”

“Naturally.” Your best friend hits back in the same playful tone, throwing her hair back with a funny face. You giggle at her antics, but soon it turns into a tender smile. “You’re gonna be a great writer one day.” You tell her wholeheartedly, surprising her a little. “I hope there’ll be an inscription to me in your first book.”

“Obviously!” Wanda places her hand over yours on the table for emphasis. “You’ll also be the first to get a copy of it.” The promise makes you smile, turning your hand up so that your palm is against hers, unaware of how the action made her skin tingle. Your smile turns into a playful smirk as you decide to tease her further. “If you don’t forget about me until then.”

“Don’t be silly, I will never forget you!” She uses her free hand to push your shoulder over the table, making you giggle. But her hand that is on yours remains there, and you keep smiling. “Besides, it’s not like I’m letting you leave me life anytime soon.” She shrugs her shoulders playfully, as if she didn’t mean that completely, and you laugh through your nose, just looking at her with a lovesick smile that only she is unable to decipher. 

Before you can reply, the boy is back at your table, with your food on a large metallic tray. He wishes you a good meal as he puts everything over the wood, and you and Wanda thank him before he leaves again. The Shawarma thing looks like a burrito, and it smells so good your stomach growls violently - you can hear Wanda’s doing the same, and it makes you share a laugh. 

Holding the food in your hands, you and the redhead share a look of confirmation, and take the Shawarma to your mouths at the same time. When you taste it, you both groan contently. “This is so good.” Wanda is the first to speak, her mouth full, and you nod eagerly, also not waiting to swallow to answer her. “So good.”

“How are your dads, by the way? It’s been a while since I've seen them.” Wanda asks when you’re halfway through the Shawarma, sucking the tip of her thumb covered in sauce. “They’re good. Working all the time, as usual.” You tell, taking your time swallowing the food. “They’re planning on visiting my aunt Nat this winter. Who goes to Russia in winter?!” You ask with a grimace that makes her giggle before she asks, “you’re not going with them?”

“I can't travel by plane.” You remind her, tapping your head with the wrapped straw before uncovering it from the paper to put it in your orange juice glass. “Oh, yeah, right.” The redhead murmurs in understanding, taking another bite of her lunch. Wanda doesn’t like talking about your condition - especially because she doesn’t know what to say -, so she decides to change the subject. “What are you doing after this?”

“I thought you could choose.” You tell with a knowing smile that makes her chuckle as she shakes her head. “I don’t know what I want to do yet.” Your best friend lets you know, and you scoff in disbelief. “Come on, Wanda! It’s your last day on Earth, the clock is ticking, what would you want to do?”

The banter and your dramatic tone make her let out a laugh that soon turns into a short smile. She knows all too well what she’d like to do if this was her last day. She’d finally have the courage to do what she was never able to do before: confessing her feelings for you. But this is not her last day on Earth, and she could never risk your friendship when she didn’t even know if you felt the same.

“I would want to pet all the dogs in the pet shop.” She decides on an answer, which is not one bit less true, and you let out a short chuckle. “Solid.” You nod your head in approval, making her laugh before she goes back to her Shawarma, you following her after you take a sip of your juice. 

When you’re done, you pay for your food, congratulating the cook and the boy that assisted you with your choice. They’re both smiling as they thank you, inviting you to come over whenever you feel like it. You and Wanda promise you will before you walk out of the restaurant.

The pet shop isn’t far from where you are, so you decide to go on foot, walking side by side through the streets of Westview. It's not yet summer, but the midday heat is already raging all around you, burning your heads and making the asphalt vibrate a little in the distance. Due to the time of day, there isn't much shade available, so you playfully push Wanda toward the wall of the store next to you with your shoulder, with the excuse of wanting to be in the shade as well. The redhead laughs out loud, complaining when she loses her balance and almost falls to the ground.  

“Would the lovely couple like a popsicle to ease the heat?” A voice you don’t know sounds beside you, and you help Wanda to remain on her feet as the both of you look at the smiley man with a funny mustache covering half of his mouth. The redhead blushes heavily once she realizes what the man said, but before she can correct him, you speak first. 

“Oh, absolutely!” You agree eagerly, eyeing the options he has on his cart before looking back at the girl beside you. “Would you like one?” You offer gently, and Wanda is too flustered to respond with more than a nod of her head, taking a step forward to join you in front of the cart. 

In the end, you choose a grape popsicle as Wanda goes for a strawberry one. You pay for your sweets, offering the man a generous tip. The popsicle seller seems a bit reluctant to accept the money, but you insist, and he smiles as he puts the dollar bills in his back pocket, wishing the two of you a good date before he walks away. You don’t correct him this time either, and Wanda wouldn't be surprised if her cheeks were as red as the icy treat in her hand. 

When you reach the pet shop, the popsicles are almost fully eaten and your lips are as colorful as your tongues - yours purple and Wanda’s red. But you only see it when you go to the toilet to wash your hands, laughing at the reflection in the mirror. Washing your mouths doesn’t help sending the color away, and such realization only makes you two laugh harder. 

Back in the main area of the store, you’re greeted by an old man behind the counter. He looks tired, although helpful, and you ask him about the dogs for adoption. The man instructs you in the direction to go, and you follow the instructions until you’re in a large room, surrounded by cages occupied by dogs of all ages and sizes. You and the redhead exchange complicit glances before taking action.

Not long after, all the dogs are out of their cages, huddling around you with wagging tails and barking for attention. Wanda’s laughter is contagious as she interacts with every single puppy - scratching behind their ears or rubbing their bellies -, and you have a hard time stopping admiring her to do the same. 

At some point, the two of you decide to name all the puppies, and you spend many minutes thinking about the perfect characters or random things that would match them perfectly. A dog named Pizza, because she had the shape of one on her belly; one named Vader, because he breathed funny. And many many others. 

And because you weren’t keeping track, you’re pretty sure you named some of them twice, because you started to feel like there were more names than puppies in that room. Wanda laughs when she realizes the same, but before she can suggest you start writing the names down, the door behind you opens, and that same old man tells you you shouldn’t have let all the dogs out. 

But he doesn’t really sound mad, so you and the redhead just apologize with an embarrassed grimace, and start to return the dogs to their cages. When they’re all back, some of them cry for attention, and you think Wanda may start crying too, because she holds your hand and pulls you out of there with her. 

The two of you wish a good afternoon to the man before you leave the pet shop, and the redhead is laughing lightly by your side, her fingers running through her hair to tidy it up.

“Oh, man I wanted to keep them all.” She confesses, and you let out a short giggle as you nod your head in agreement. “You should do it, you know?” The girl adds, the two of you walking back to where your car is parked. “You have a big house and I’d have another reason to visit you.”

“What, me being your favorite person isn’t enough?” You asked with a raise of your eyebrows, a teasing smile on your face. “Who said you’re my favorite person?” Wanda hits back with her eyebrows equally raised, and you grimace, looking away. “Ouch.” You grumble as you take your hand dramatically to your chest, and the redhead chuckles softly, warping her arms around you to let you know she’s just joking. 

“And although I’d love to turn my house into some kind of dog sanctuary, my dad is allergic, so…” You finish your sentence with a shrug of your shoulders, kicking a pebble as you walk. “Yeah, you’re right.” Wanda sounds disappointed, but soon she’s smiling again. “Well, maybe when you have your own house then, right?”

But you don’t answer her, your eyes locked on a store on the other side of the street. The redhead follows your gaze with her own, trying to understand what’s the big deal with the convenience store. “I wanna steal something.” You tell her just a second after, and Wanda’s eyes widen in astonishment, her eyes returning to yours in disbelief. “What?”

“All our friends always talked about the candy they stole when we were kids, just for the fun of it. But I never did. I was too afraid of getting caught.” You explain, still looking at the store the redhead now knows is your target, and she lets out an incredulous laugh. “And you wanna do it now? When you’re 22?” 

“Better late than never.” You shrug dismissively, and when you look back at her, you have a smirk on your face. “What do you say? Wanna be my partner in crime?” Wanda was sure she’d see the sky go green before she was able to say no to you. So she scoffs, in disbelief at what she was about to do, and nods her head in agreement, earning a grin from you before you lead her to the store by the hand.

The convenience store is empty and the only person there is a guy not much older than you, not interested in anything else other than the phone in his hands. You and the redhead exchange glances before you walk to the back of the store, where a plethora of sweets are displayed on shelves.

“This is crazy.” Wanda murmurs beside you, looking at a few chocolate bars as if they were going to bite her. “Shh! Don’t give our intentions away.” You murmur back, your hands cold from adrenaline. In sync, the two of you look around in search of a camera and, although you find one, it doesn’t take a genius to know that it’s not working. So, exchanging encouraging glances, each of you grabbed a chocolate bar that you liked.

Figuring you would look suspicious if you just left the store - not that the cashier would care, really -, you and the redhead decided to get yourself some drinks to actually pay for. So, from the coolers displayed on the wall at the far end of the store, you grab a bottle of Gatorade for yourself while Wanda chooses a Fanta orange, before you head over to the counter.

“Anything else?” The boy asks once he runs the drinks, his tone of voice as bored as his expression. You and Wanda exchange glances, unable to contain your silly smiles at what you had just done. “Nope, that’s it.” You tell as you look at the man again and, although he can see there’s something going on, he doesn’t care enough to do something about it. So he just tells you how much it will be, and you pay for the drinks as fast as you can so you can leave the store soon.

Once you’re back on the street, the two of you start running toward your car, bursting into laughter. 

“I can’t believe we just stole a store.” The redhead comments as you reach the car, and you laugh some more as you get inside. In the driver’s seat, you take a huge bite of your candy, humming in satisfaction. “This is the best chocolate I’ve ever had.” You say with your mouth full and Wanda laughs as she agrees. 

“What do you wanna do now, miss criminal?” You ask as you start the car, the nicknames making the redhead laugh through her nose. She takes a bite of her chocolate as she thinks. And, when an idea crosses her mind, her eyes widen. “We should get matching tattoos.”

“Oh?” You ask, genuinely surprised. But Wanda just holds your gaze, determined. So you smile, raising an eyebrow playfully at her. “Scandalous.” The redhead giggles, but she doesn’t comment on it and, as you drive, she googles a tattoo studio nearby.

#

The Mystique Ink is a bit far from the center, but it’s not too far to be suspicious. In fact, the place is quite beautiful, with drawings around the walls and red leather armchairs for the clients to wait for. On a speaker you hadn't spotted yet, an indie song that you don't know is playing.

At the counter, a boy with several piercings around his face is reading a book, and he’s so focused on his reading that your arrival makes him startle, almost letting the item fall to the ground. You and Wanda exchange amused glances, but neither of you comments on it as you approach the counter.

“Good afternoon! I’m Kurt. Can I have your names?” The boy greets with a kind smile that doesn’t quite match his intimidating style. But neither you nor the redhead comment on it as you give him your names. Kurt grumbles an understanding and, as he starts checking a small notebook, Wanda explains, “we don’t have an appointment.”

“Yeah, kind of a last-minute decision.” You add good-naturedly. “Oh, okay.” Kurt starts flipping through another notebook instead and, not long after, he seems to find what he was looking for, tapping on the page as he says, “well, you’re lucky, the 3:30 pm client has canceled, so if you guys can wait a few minutes.”

You check your phone. It's less than half an hour to 3:30 pm. You raise your eyes to Wanda, shurghing to let her know she can decide. “Sure. We still have to choose our tattoo anyways.” It’s what she says, and the boy nods in understanding before handing you some documents for you to sign.

“We have some art available in the portfolios on that shelf.” He lets you know, pointing. “If you guys need any inspiration.” You and Wanda finish filling out the document before looking at him again, and you smile as you say, “thanks,” earning yourself a smile in return from the boy before he starts checking your files. 

Sitting on neighboring armchairs, you and the redhead start flipping through one of the portfolios, commenting on the drawings you like and whispering about the ones you didn’t. Wanda feels you growing tenser beside her, but before she can ask, you are speaking. “Are you sure about this?”

“Why?” She asks with a concerned frown, looking at you hesitantly, but you shake your head, averting your gaze. You don’t speak right away, your eyes on the floor and your leg shaking with anxiety. And although Wanda is getting more worried by the minute, she doesn’t push you to speak. And not long after, you sigh. “I mean, what if I hurt you?” You look at her again, your eyes full of doubt. “What if something happens and I make you hate me, or-”

“I’ll never hate you.” Your best friend reassures you with a kind smile, but you don’t look very convinced. “You don’t know that.” Your grumble makes Wanda sigh, removing the portfolio from her lap to place it on the small table by her side. “Yes I do.” She tells, her hand sliding into yours so that she can entwine her fingers with your own. “You’re my favorite person. And if there’s someone I’d want to be marked on my skin, it would be you. Even if we never talk to each other anymore. Even if you’re out of my life for good. I’d still want you around somehow.”

Your cheeks are red like tomatoes by the time she’s done confessing, and the scene makes her smirk in adoration. “Alright.” You say then, sounding way more at ease than you were before, casting her a smile that has her heart missing two beats in a roll. “But what about you?” She asks then, because just looking at you in silence will end up making her do something stupid. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am.” You’re not hesitant at your answer, and the redhead can’t help but let out a silly giggle at that. “Last day on Earth, right?” She repeats the joke you made during lunchtime, bumping her shoulder against yours, and you let out a giggle, mimicking the action as you repeat, “Last day on Earth.”

So the two of you go back to talking about tattoo ideas, and after many minutes of trying to decide on a theme, you suggest that you should tattoo the other’s favorite animals. “Fine, but it can’t be dogs.” It’s Wanda’s answer, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Why not?”

“Because then we’d both have dogs!” The redhead says matter-of-factly, and you make a grimace of understanding, murmuring “fair” under your breath that makes the girl beside you giggle as she shakes her head in amusement. 

And that’s how, a little over an hour and a half later, you ended up with a red panda on the inner part of your wrist. Raven, the tattoo artist, is a tall woman with hair redder than Wanda’s, with ink covering all the parts of her body that you could see - which were not few -, and a stern look. But as soon as she started talking, you could tell she was a sweet person, just like the boy on the counter. You wondered if they are related, but you felt like it was not your place to ask.

While you were explaining to the older woman what you wanted to do, she assumed you and Wanda were dating. Just like the popsicle seller, you didn’t correct her at any of the moments she commented on your non-existent relationship. And that’s all the redhead was able to think about ever since.

“You know what I noticed?” She asks once you’re out of the studio, walking towards your car. “That I look super hot with a tattoo?” You ask back, striking a pose so that the small red panda on your wrist is in her field of vision and making the redhead laugh through her nose. “Totally.” She comments, not at all convincingly, and you let out a short laugh before asking, “What?”

“I noticed that…” She starts, but you’re looking at her straight in the eye, and she loses her nerve. “That we haven’t done anything nerdy yet. That doesn’t sound like us at all.” She disguises her disappointment at herself with a playful tone that seems to convince you, because you laugh softly, fishing your car keys from your pocket when you’re close enough. 

“You’re absolutely right.” You comment, casting her a knowing smile before opening the door. “Let’s go.”

#

The Geek District used to be your favorite place in Westview with Wanda. It’s where you used to spend all your Friday afternoons, after school, and the two of you still went there from time to time to buy your action figures. So, as soon as you entered the store, the pair behind the counter recognized you.

“Look who’s back!” It’s Bruno who says eagerly, going around the colorful counter, and Kamala follows closely, an excited grin on her face. “Hey, guys!”

You and Wanda greet the two teenagers back, chatting away for a while. Not long after, Bruno and Kamala are leading you behind the counter to show you the action figures that arrived this morning, but will only go on sale next week. Kamala nearly begs for you not to tell their boss, and even though you and Wanda laugh - since you don’t even know who their boss is -, the two of you promise to keep it a secret.

Most of the figures are from shows or comics that you don't know. But you and Wanda are enthusiastic about the ones you do, and Bruno and Kamala promise they will hold some for the two of you. When you’re back at the main area of the store, Kamala rests her elbows on the counter. “What are you looking for?”

“Something very special.” You’re the one who answers, sounding playfully mysterious, and making them - including Wanda - curious. “Is that so?” Kamala asks with a raise of her eyebrow, and when you nod your head in confirmation, she nods hers just because. “And what is it?”

“A battle.” You tell her, confusing everyone around. “A battle?” Bruno asks with crooked eyebrows, but you just smirk, confirming with your head. “Alien-style.” It takes them another second to understand what you mean, but once they do, their expressions light up, exchanging complicit glances before taking action. 

Wanda looks at you with curiosity, but you just wink at her, a smile on your lips as you follow the teenagers. And, even if she doesn’t know what the hell is going on, the redhead does the same. 

Kamala changes the sign on the door to ‘we are closed’ before the four of you get busy moving some boxes and items away, leaving a free space in the middle the size of a wrestling ring. By their firm expressions, you can tell Bruno and Kamala are taking this very seriously, and you and Wanda exchange discreet giggles every time your eyes meet. 

“Here are your weapons.” Announces the boy, holding two lightsabers in his hands. And, Wanda, finally understanding what’s about to happen, starts laughing. “What do you think?” You ask in a playful tone, and the redhead looks at you in a mixture of amusement and incredulity. “This is nerdy enough.”

And so each of you takes your saber, and stands facing each other, one at each corner of the improvised ring. “You’re ready?” Kamala asks, her eyes shifting between you and Wanda. “I was born ready.” The redhead replies first, her eyes never leaving yours, and you smirk as you hold her gaze. “Bring it on, Ginger.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1!”

You and Wanda turn the lightsabers on after the teenagers’ countdown ends, the buzz filling the room as the colors appear. And although you’re very happy with your blue saber, the redhead doesn’t look at all pleased with her red one. “Urgh, are you kidding me? I can’t have Darth Vader’s lightsaber!”

“Why not?” You asked with amusement, swinging the toy to test its balance. “Because I’m Jewish, Y/n, do you know who the Galactic Empire was inspired by?” She argues matter-of-factly, and it’s not like you can disagree with her on that. “Fine, I’ll have it.” You offer, switching lightsabers with her. Wanda thanks you gently when you do, but before you start fighting, you stop in your tracks. “Wait, I don’t want it either.”

“Why not?” The redhead asks with her eyebrows furrowed, and you grimace as if it was obvious, gesturing toward her. “Because you’re Jewish, it feels wrong.” Wanda smiles in amusement, but before any of you can say anything else, Bruno is showing up beside you. “Here!” He says, taking the red lightsaber from your hands and replacing it with a green one. “You guys are unbelievable.” 

“Nah, they totally have a point.” Kamala points out once he joins her, and although he rolls his eyes, he’s smiling as he shouts ‘go’. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting to happen once the lightsabers collided. But when they did, a white color shone where the impact happened, and the same energy sound that plays in the movies during the lightsaber fights echoes, and the four of you let out excited exclamations. 

“This is so cool.” Wanda comments, her eyes wide with a childlike enthusiasm that you share. “I know right?” You agree, exchanging a smile with her before you pull away again. The combat goes on for a while, the lightsabers hitting each other as you fight as if you were inside the movie. But that’s until Wanda hits you in the forearm.

“It looks like you lost your arm.” She teases with her eyebrows raised, and you smirk, putting your arm behind your back to go back to fighting. Anyone can see you’re losing. And it’s not even because you are one arm short. No, the one to blame is your opponent and her stupidly beautiful smile. 

“It looks like you lost your leg.” You repeat the teasing when you’re lucky enough to hit her thigh, and the redhead narrows her eyes at you, shaking her head in playful annoyance. Seeing Wanda hopping around on one leg with a lightsaber in her hand is very funny, to say the least. So it's no surprise that in the midst of your laughter, the girl managed to hit you in the middle of the chest with the tip of her toy weapon. 

“It looks like you lost your heart.” She teases one last time, stopping right in front of you, and you’re far too infatuated by her entire figure - messy hair, ragged breathing, eyes shining with enjoyment and the easiest smile you've ever seen on her face. You’re sure she’s never looked more beautiful. 

“I did.” You breathe out, lost in your own thoughts. By the counter, outside the ring area, Brune cringes, but Kamala lets out a sound of adoration at the scene - as if she was watching the cheesiest rom-com ever -, that finally wakes you up to reality. “Next?” You raise your lightsaber in the air, laughing as the two teenagers elbow each other to see who’s going next. 

In the end, Bruno wins, and Kamala grumbles as she sits on top of the counter to watch the fight. You let out a giggle as you walk towards her to sit by her side, and watch as Bruno and Wanda go on another round. Not long after the game has started, Kamala turns her attention to you. 

“Are you going to tell her?” The girl asks beside you, and you furrow your brows as you look at her. “Tell her what?” You ask, oblivious, but Kamala rolls her eyes, scoffing in disbelief. “That you’re completely head over heels for her, obviously.” She explains, making you laugh shily at the undeniable fact.

“I am.” You tell her, your eyes back on the redhead as she laughs around with Bruno, both their lightsabers raised. “I have plans on doing it tonight, actually.” You let her know, and Kamala can’t help but let out a happy squeak. “This is so exciting!” The shout catches the attention of the other two ahead, who look at you and the younger girl in confusion. 

“I-I really like Star Wars.” Kamala stutters an explanation, you nodding your head to back the lie up. Bruno and Wanda exchange giggles and confirmations before going back to what they were doing. “This is so exciting.” The girl repeats, this time in a whisper, and you can’t help but giggle, shaking your head in amused disapproval. 

The two of you go back to watching the combat - which was nearing its end, by the looks of it -, but it doesn’t take long for your insecurities to take over you, and you tap your foot on Kamala’s to get her attention. When she looks at you in confusion, you gulp. “Do you think she likes me too?”

“No.” The teenager answers promptly, but before your shoulders can sump too low, she’s adding. “I think she loves you.” You roll your eyes, elbowing her lightly, and grumbling about her almost making you lose your nerve. After a laugh, she completes, “Correction, I know she does, it’s written all over her face.”

“No, it’s not.” You hit back, suddenly feeling your neck growing warm, but Kamala snorts. “Yes, it is. You’re just too busy drooling over her to notice.” She teases, and you scoff in disbelief at what she had just said. “Alright, punk, why don’t you go play and leave me alone?” You push her off the counter gently as you see Bruno winning from Wanda, and Kamala laughs out loud before doing as you told. 

And like that the afternoon goes on for a while, the four of you taking turns in pairs to play with the lightsabers. You face all of them a few times, taking it easy on the younger ones even though they’re much better than you anyway. And after what must have been your tenth time, you sit on the ground beside Wanda. 

“Wanna go another round?” Kamala invites, not sounding at all tired by the whole game. “Nah, guys, I’m tired.” The redhead is the one who answers, laying on the cold floor and taking a deep breath. “Besides, the sun is going to set soon, we need to go.” You say as you check the time on your phone, attracting Wanda’s curious gaze to you. “Where to?”

“You’ll see once we get there.” You hit back with an amused tone that makes her roll her eyes. But she doesn’t insist, and you stand up before offering a hand to help her out to her feet. “Do you guys want help putting things back in place?” You offer, your eyes shifting between Bruno and Kamala. 

“Sur-”

“No! We’re good.” She interrupts the boy with a nudge on his side that makes him grumble in both pain and confusion. The redhead looks equally confused, but before neither of them can ask, the younger girl is brushing you off to the exit. “Go enjoy your date.” As Wanda’s cheeks grow even rosier than they were due to the game, you let out a short chuckle, casting Kamala a knowing glance before you assure her, “we will.”

You hold Wanda’s hand as you say goodbye to the two teenagers. And, as you guide her out of the store, the redhead is sure her brain won’t work properly for a long while.

#

For the first time that day, you turn your GPS on, and follow the blue path that leads to a place Wanda has no idea where it is. But instead of asking, she just enjoys the trip there, the songs you two like the most on the radio, the wind on your hair and your gaze meeting quite too often. 

At some point, you enter a dirt road, and Wanda wonders if that was the reason you came with your dad’s truck instead of the car you usually drive. Her suspicions are confirmed when you reach the top of a hill and you turn the pickup truck around with its back to the landscape, and invite her to sit with you in the back of the truck. 

The two of you are sitting on the open tailgate of the pick-up, your fingers brushing against the side of your bodies. The sun was about to start setting, and that paradise of green - with trees in the background and birds flying back and forth under the orange sky - is simply one of the most beautiful places Wanda has ever been. She couldn't even believe that a spot like this had been hidden away in her town all this time. 

“This place is beautiful.” The redhead comments softly, as if a tone louder would disrupt the moment. “It is.” You agree with a smile, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. “It’s where my parents got engaged.” You tell her, and Wanda looks at you for a moment, having a hard time reading your expression, your gaze ahead. “I’ve never been here before.”

“Neither have I.” You tell with a laugh. The redhead’s eyes are curious as they run around your face. “I asked them if they knew a nice place I could take you and they gave me this location.” You finally bring your eyes to hers, an easy smile on your lips that has Wanda’s heart picking up the pace. 

This is it, she thinks to herself. This is the moment when all her dreams would come true. The moment, after so long, that she would finally have the confirmation that you feel for her the same way she feels for you. That you want her as much as she wants you. That you will be together in a place beyond her imagination. “Why did you bring me here, Y/n?” She asks carefully, saving half her focus to remember how to breathe right, just to lose it all when you smile. 

“I’m dying tomorrow.” Those were not the words she was expecting you to say. In fact, she would hope that you’d never say those words to her. “What?” She asks in a whisper, too shocked to react more than that. You let out a short smile before looking away again. “I am.”

“This isn’t funny.” She warns through gritted teeth, her eyes starting to burn as they remain locked on you. You let out a deep breath. “It’s not a joke.” You tell, finally looking at her. “The thing I have, no one knows what it is. I mean, they have guesses, but… No one knows how to fix it. My parents looked for every doctor, national and international, and all we could find was a drug to stop the deterioration of my brain.”

She wants to tell you not to talk about your condition like that. Hell, she wants to tell you to stop, to make you stop this nightmare. This can’t be right. She wants to tell you to tell her it’s just a bad joke, so she can be mad at you instead of this broken. But she can’t. She can’t move or speak. All she can do is stare at you, in complete silence.  

“But the more I grow up, the more pills I have to take every day. And they’re very expensive, Wanda.” You keep telling, bringing your eyes back to hers but finding it hard to keep them there when you see her crying. “But your parents are rich.” She argues in a broken voice, and you let out a sad laugh, shaking your head.

“There’s no money in the world that lasts forever if you spend more than you get.” You say with a shrug. “I heard my dads talking about it last night, the money is ending.” You tell her, but the redhead shakes her head, looking away at her lap, watching as her tears stain her shorts. 

“Wanda, I wouldn’t have much time left anyways.” You argue, placing your hand over hers, relief filling your chest when she doesn’t pull away. “And my parents would be devastated no matter when it happens. But if I wait until they have no money in the bank, then I’ll leave them broken, not only emotionally but financially. I don’t want them to suffer more than they already will.” 

“Always so painfully considerate.” She jokes bitterly, a watery laugh as she uses her free hand to wipe away her tears. You let out a sad laugh through your nose. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” You say. “But I wanted to spend my last day with you and I wanted it to be a good one.”

Wanda can barely nod in understanding, more tears welling up in her eyes. She can’t believe this is happening. She’s losing you. She just had the best day of her life, the day that made her sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. And yours is ending. She’s losing you. 

“I’ve known you long enough to know I can’t change your mind.” The redhead breaks the silence after some minutes, and you let out a short laugh as you slowly nod your agreement. So Wanda sniffles softly, taking a deep breath to try to stop her crying. Just to have her eyes watering again when she smiles at you. “Thank you, for choosing to spend this time with me.”

“There’s no one with whom I’d like to spend my last day on Earth more than you.” You tell her honestly, intertwining your fingers with hers. “You’re my favorite person.” You whisper to her, and your shaky tone is too much for her, so she looks away, pressing her lips tightly to try to hold back her tears. 

“You know, when you asked me that question at the Shawarma place, I lied.” She confesses when her crying is contained enough for her to be able to speak. You frown in confusion, but she looks at you with determination. “What I’d really like to do, if it was my last day… I’d like to be with you. I’d like to tell you how much I love you, and how much I want you to be mine. The same way I’m yours.”

Her confession makes your tears finally fall, as do your eyes to her lips. “I’d like to kiss you.” You whisper, and Wanda let out a shaky breath. She can’t believe she’s finally getting what she wanted. Too bad it’s in the worst possible way. “I’d like that too.” She tells you nevertheless, and you take no time leaning in, having her lips meeting yours halfway. 

The kiss is charged with too many emotions to count. Sorrow, relief, joy, hurt. But all that matters now is how much she loves you. And how much you love her as well. This has to be enough, because that’s all she’s going to get. So Wanda deepens the kiss, and moves to sit on your lap with both of her hands on your face. 

“Are you sure about this?” You pull away to ask, your eyebrows furrowing with concern. Your eyes are both red from crying and darken from wanting her so bad. And Wanda repeats to herself that this is all she’s going to get and that this is all she’s ever wanted. Because that’s the truth, and that’s enough.

“Yes.” She assures you as she kisses you again. “I need this.” She breaks the kiss, pulling your shirt up. “I need all of you.” She whispers with her hands under the fabric, and you sigh, nodding as you end the conversation to kiss her hungrily. 

Maybe this is not the best time to do this, but it’s not like you’d be having a better one ahead anyways. And Wanda wants you, just as much as you want her as well. All she wanted, however, was to be able to stop working, so she could stop thinking, stop replaying your conversation in her head. And, when you slide your hand inside her shorts, she has a feeling she will. 

#

Later that night, you offer to drive Wanda back to her dorm, but she asks you to drive her to her home instead. She’d be able to buy more time with you like this, at least another hour. Not to mention that, the next morning, when the phone rings, she’ll need her mother with her.

You drive in silence, no music this time, and Wanda keeps her hand on yours the entire time, even if you have to let go of her to shift the gear. And even if the way to her parents’ house takes almost two hours, it feels like you only took two minutes to get there. 

“Here we are.” You comment once you park the car, and the redhead nods slowly, eyes the house with its lights on before looking at you again. “Here we are.” You offer her a small smile, and invite her to get out of the car with you. Once you’re outside, you rest your body against the bodywork, and Wanda rests her front on your own, her forehead against yours. 

“This was the best day of my life.” You tell her with your eyes closed, and the redhead smiles a sad smile, tears falling silently down her cheeks. “So was mine.” She whispers back, holding the front of your shirt as if that would prevent you from ever leaving her. You let out a sad chuckle. “You’ll have others.”

“Don’t do that.” She backs on a watery voice, and you nod slowly, apologizing as you hug her tightly. The redhead cries against your shirt as she holds you back, but soon she’s pulling away to say, “I could be there with you tomorrow-”

“No.” You interrupt her gently, your hands on her cheeks. “No, Wanda, I want you to remember me like this. Not on a hospital bed, full of wires and machines around me.” The redhead thinks about saying that she just wants to be with you no matter what, but she decides to respect this last wish of yours. And soon you’re speaking again. “Remember me as I’ve always been. Like your goofy, smiley, best friend.”

“I love you so bad.” She cries as she presses her lips to yours needly, the kiss salty from both your tears. “I love you too, Wanda, so much.” You say when the kiss ends, holding her face so she’ll keep looking at you. “And I want you to know that, if I could, I would’ve lived a long life with you, and we’d get married, and get a nice house in the suburbs or in whatever place you wanted. And we’d have kids and dogs and it would be so good.”

“It would.” She confirms, neither of you bothering to hold back your crying now. “It would, I would’ve loved that.” She tells you and you let out a watery laugh, sniffly softly as you admire her in silence. “I want you to have this.” You say as you reach inside your shirt, and pull over your neck a necklace with a small rosy stone. “It’s a Tourmaline crystal. My dad gave it to me on my first appointment at the doctor.” You explain as you put the necklace around her own neck, admiring the stone over her chest before looking up at her again. “He said it brings strength, diminishes fear. It helped me a lot during my life. I hope it helps you too.”

“You should have it tomorrow-”

“No.” You interrupt her, keeping your hand over hers on her chest to stop her from taking the necklace off. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid. I’ll already have you there with me. That’s all I need.” You say as you touch the tattoo on your wrist, and Wanda smiles a sad smile, her eyes scanning your every feature, wanting to save in her memory as much of you as she can.

“Y/n…” Although her mind is bubbling with all the things she wanted you to know, the redhead can’t say a single word, her throat hurting too much and her heart heightening too heavy. But it’s okay, because you know. This, right now, with her, is more than enough for you. So you take her face between your hands, and deposit a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“You should go now.” You tell her as you pull away. “You’ll have a long day tomorrow. And I’ll have one hell of a morning.” Your attempt at a joke only makes her cry more, but she lets out a shaky, short laugh, and you smile at her with all the love you have to offer her. 

“I love you.” She whispers because she can’t say goodbye, and you gulp harshly, nodding slowly as you repeat, “I love you.” Wanda leans towards you to kiss you again. One last time. Final. You let her be the first to pull away, because deep down you feel like you owe her that. 

And when she does, she lays her hand on your face, caressing your skin with the saddest smile you’ve ever seen on her face. “See you around, Ginger.” You tell her, because you can’t say goodbye either, and Wanda lets out a watery laugh at the nickname she’ll never hear again. “See you around, Y/n/n.”

You watch as she walks towards the front door of her parents' house. But she doesn’t ring the doorbell. Instead, she turns to you, still resting on your car, watching her. You smile, knowing she won’t be the one to leave first. So you do, because you feel like you owe her that as well. 

So you get inside your car and Wanda watches you driving away. And, for the rest of her days, in the back of her mind, even if she knows it would never happen, she still waits for that same blue pick-up truck to bring you back to her. 

#wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff au

[ramayantika]

Tere Rang

“It’s going to be a Krishna song for the dance competition once again, right?” said, Ananya, inserting the last juda pin in her friend, Vilasini’s hair.

Vilasini, a seventeen-year-old science student in class eleven was all set for the senior’s inter-school dance fest that was to be held at her school. She wore a dark blue lehenga with gold embroidery that shimmered under the lights. Her best friend, Ananya, had taken the responsibility of getting Vilasini ready for the competition because, she was good at stage makeup and hairstyling, a skill, Vilasini was yet to acquire perfectly.

“You know me well, Ananya,” said, Vilasini, her face donning a faint shade of the setting sun.

Ananya looked at her friend’s bashful face, whose eyes had immediately moved down to the floor at the mention of Krishna, the god, the charmer of hearts from a bygone era. As she braids flowers into Vilasini’s hair, she wonders how did a girl from today’s time fall in love with a God when people barely utter a prayer under their breaths.

Krishna… the name itself was beautiful. Though Ananya was not that much of a believer in gods and goddesses, she happily supported her friend in her beliefs. For Ananya, Krishna was not a God, but a great historical character, an important figure to learn from especially in today’s time. Sometimes she offered flowers to the Krishna murti at her house after a lot of pestering from her mother, but she would spend a lot of time reading stories and articles about him.

Vilasini, on the other hand appeared to be a modern generation saint. She spoke softly and so slowly in a gentle voice that made everyone feel as if a divine aura surrounded them. For Vilasini, Krishna was her life force, her breath, and her purpose for living. She woke up with Krishna’s name on her lips and welcomed sleep with only Krishna’s name on her lips.

“You remind me of the saint poet, Meera, do you know?” Ananya said, after finishing her work on Vilasini’s hair left beautifully open with a half bun pinned with jasmine and rose flowers.

Vilasini turned her head from her reflection towards her friend. “No one can be Meerabai in this generation. Not even me, even if I try to.”

Ananya smiled and shook her head. Checking the last details of Vilasini’s makeup and hair, she said, “Fine, but I am damn sure, you will look the prettiest contestant there.”

Smiling, Vilasini replied, patting the creases on her skirt, “All thanks to my talented sakhi here.”

“I like the way the word sakhi sounds. So gentle and beautiful.”

***

Vilasini’s performance was the last one in the list. Ananya had decided to stay with her friend instead of joining the audience just for the sole reason of helping her friend for any last-minute mishaps and to maintain her friend’s confidence.

Tapping her feet, Vilasini asked, “Will I be able to perform well? There have been so many good performances before me. Also, I have a very simple song. Will anyone be interested in watching mine anymore after all the splendid presentations?���

Ananya looked at the boy dancing on the stage on Hai Rama in a bolly-hiphop fusion style. Turning her gaze towards her friend, she said, “Sometimes, the most simple things are the most thoughtful ones. Have faith in your practice and Krishna. And just like you always do, dance for your Krishna, for him alone.”

A minute later, the boy was done with his performance, and the audience erupted in cheers and applause. The host, one of Vilasini’s classmates, then announced her arrival on stage and signalled at the small back room upstairs to start playing Vilasini’s music.

“All the best, Vilasini. Go win the stage and your dear Kanha’s heart,” wished Ananya.

Vilasini nodded at her friend and muttered Krishna’s name under her breath as she took a twirl to enter the stage on the beats of the sitar.

Alai payuthey kanna en manam miga alai payuthe…

Vilasini’s fingers show the movement of waves as the song goes on to depict how her mind flows like waves when she hears Krishna’s melodious flute. The golden embroidery on her lehenga glitters under the yellow stage lights on the ceiling. If her voice alone was enough to bring tranquil in her listener’s hearts, her dance was captivating to catch everyone’s attention. No matter what they were doing earlier, all their eyes and other senses stand still on seeing her move on stage like a swan.

Nilai peyandru Kanna , shilai polave nindra,

Neram avathu ariyamale miga

Vinodhamana Murali Dhara , en manam…

The blue dupatta twirls around her and covers her face for a second before moving away like a sea wave gently going back from the shore. As the blue veils falls off from her face, Vilasini sees a boy seated in the corner of the audience, looking the most striking and attractive amongst all. Her breath stands still as she portrays a woman standing like a statue after being lost in the lovely cowherd’s music.

Her ghungroos produce an enchanting sound in sync with the beats of the song. Her body sways to the music as light as the branches of the kadamba tree. It appeared as if Vilasini’s soul danced on stage and not only just her body. Ananya smiles at her friend’s performance when a flash of gold passes her eye on the opposite side of the stage. Blinking her eyes once again, she lets out a gasp when she sees a long peacock feather on the ground.

There is no one on the opposite side of the stage except the host who is on her phone.

Telinda nilvu patta pagal pol eriyuthe , un dikkai nokki yen iru puruvam neriyuthe…

Kanintha un venu ganam kattil varugudhe , kangal sorugi oru vidhamay varugudhe…

Vilasini’s heart races as a strange yet divine awareness fills her being. Her beloved is right here. She can’t see him, but feel his presence. As she mouths the lyrics while performing, a small lock of hair escapes the clutch of the clips pinned to her hair and lightly tickle her left cheek.

A soft whisper teases her ear, “Why search for me elsewhere, when I exist right in front of you priye?”

Ananya notices her friend’s mouth open slightly, as if she heard something else other than the song. The moment lasts for only a mere second and Vilasini is back to her performance. Her expressions change from being a shy bashful girl talking to Krishna to being a passionate heroine desperate to see her lover. Vilasini’s large doe-like eyes turn watery and they move around like a deer in search of Krishna. Ananya observes the vulnerability in her stance. Her friend was far beyond the music. She was in a mystical realm of divine love and longing.

Kathitha pathathil oruthi manathai

Enakku alitthu mahizhtthavaa…

As Vilasini points to her lovely alta-dyed feet, her eyes spot another dark foot adorned with a gold anklet just beside her. Before she could stare at the foot that had fallen in step with her, she feels someone hold her arm and turn her around. The touch, light as a feather, and warm as a lover’s.

Her body bends gracefully to the side, her fingers laced together and arms raised up, with the neck slightly bent downwards. When her eyes travel up, she sees the one, whom she had been desperately dreaming about since childhood, her one true love.

“Prananatha?” She murmurs.

“The one and only,” says, the dark beloved lord of her heart. Pretty feet around, which lie two beautiful gold anklets. A golden yellow dhoti and a royal blue uttariya over his shoulders, broad arms laden with golden arm bands and the signature peacock feather on his crown, the darling heart thief of Vrindavana bows at her.

No long does Vilasini care about the audience. It’s a wonder if she even cares about herself anymore. Her limbs move on their own accord, or perhaps on Krishna’s accord. Ananya senses something strange near her friend, and even near herself.

The energy in the auditorium has changed. Teachers and students sit still with their senses lost, eyes all dazed and drowsy as if witnessing something hypnotic in front of them. The judges don’t write the scores, their pens now resting on the table. Ananya wonders if someone is actually even breathing or not.

Oru thanitha vanatthil anaitthu enakku

Unarcchi koduthu Mughizhtthavaa…

“Man, is she really hugging someone on stage?” mutters, Ananya, her eyes wide in surprise and confusion laced in her features.

Vilasini’s slender arms curl around her beloved lord’s neck, as she takes a round about the stage. Her feet daintily move around, their pace slow as if time itself had slowed down to let Vilasini absorb the moment. “I have waited for this moment all my life, Krishna.”

Her song album doesn’t have a flute tune, but what limits does Krishna have? He plays a sweet mellifluous tune from his flute that has enchanted the world since the third cycle of time. Vilasini’s nimble fingers caress Krishna’s curls as he dances near her, his smile enchanting and disarming like a sharp arrow aimed straight towards her heart.

“I have had too many women falling over me, but I wouldn’t like you to fall down for me physically here on stage. We have a performance to show.”

“The world does not matter to me anymore. Only you do,” says, Vilasini, her voice, only a mere whisper.

KaNai kadal alaiyinil

Kadhiravan oliyinil

Inai iru kazhalena kazhikkavaa?…

“The ever-flowing waves keep meeting the shore, and the sun sheds its light to the whole of mankind. How long would it be until my friend finally starts to acknowledge my presence?” Ananya hears a manly playful voice near her ears, causing her to jump a little in fright.

To Vilasini, if the lord of the Universe appeared in the form of a young charming boy with a lovely peacock feather and a gracious smile, then to Ananya, he appeared in the form of a glorious king decked in silks and jewels, befitting his royal lineage and handsome charm.

“The fuck?”

“I thought you would have realized me by now, but i realized that you actually did not. Here I am to finally show myself to my sakhi.”

“When did I become your sakhi?”

Rolling his beautiful dark eyes, he sighs, and says, “Years ago, when you were merely a six-year-old and your colony children did not include you in their games, you came to me and asked me to be your friend.” He pouts, and gives her a mock glare, “Batao meri mitrata ke yahi din aagaye…?”

Ananya blinks her eyes rapidly. “This is a literal prank now. Tell me who are you?”

Placing his hands over his hips, the lord of Dwaraka says, “The world’s famous and naughtiest prankster.”

“And you are also there with her…?” Ananya pointed towards her friend.

“Ask me where am I not?”

The stage lights change from yellow to bluish-green, making the darling of Vrindavana look even more ethereal. His eyes gleam like a diamond’s lustrous glow and Vilasini’s eyes go lost in his tender gaze. He raises his arm, and Vilasini lifts her fingers to graze his wrist when he gently holds her hand and makes her sway around him.

Kadhari manam uruhi naan azhaikkavo?

Fresh tears drip down her eyes as she takes in the beauty of her beloved. She could dance for him to his tunes forever and ever until one day her breath flies away and she merges into her love, her God. Krishna’s eyes gleam on catching sight of his devotee’s love-filled eyes, and Vilasini’s eyes gleam with happy tears on finally finding her God, her life.

A dazzling scene unfolds in front of Ananya’s eyes. Krishna yellow robes and Vilasini’s blue lehenga sparkle like a scene from a fantasy movie. When their hands meet, a red aura forms around them, and when their feet brush against one other, a soft white halo forms around them. She doesn’t let her eyelids fall for even a second as realization dawns on her about the concept of Jivatmaa and Parmatmaa.

“Now do you see?” Dwarkadheesh asks.

Ananya hesitantly lets out a breath, afraid that even a slightest of movement would disrupt the enchanting vision in front of her. “Yes, everything.”

Is it some illusion or is it the naked truth? How does one even breathe or move when the lord of the senses, the mastermind behind all, comes in front of you and smiles like a dear old friend from the past? What is God? Is he a friend or a teacher? Is he a child or a lover? Did the poets from the bygone era write such colourful poetry of lovelorn nayikas, searching for their dear Kanhaiya after experiencing the same emotions like the two girls facing now? I do not know about the others, but Krishna is like water. Just like water takes the shape of the container it is housed in, so does our Kanhaiya gladly conform to the shades of various characters we see him as.

One is an observer, marvelled at the glorious sight. How can she go back to the world now?

One is a participant of the colourful play, a mystical performance of the universe, a dance that can never completely be given justice in description. It can only be seen through the eyes and felt by the heart. It cannot be danced by the body. Only the soul dances. She never belonged to the world.

“Priye do you see now?”

And the dancer blushes like a bride, her voice breathy and low, “I now see it all, Prananatha.”

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This was requested by @purplelandsworld

I deviated slightly from the request because a crazy krishna dream struck and i began listeniing to tere rang and Alai payuthey so i really really reaaly hope you like this one. This one is a little different from what i usually write byt anyway i hope you find it nice

Also you all i had been waiting to get this written down from a long time but kanhaiya here made me busy with college work. Now he finally gave me my college so here's a little token for him from my side

And before some of you come up to me saying haww this is indecent and krishna isn't a netflix look if it were indecent krishna would never let me write it. Besides all of it have also been my own scenarios to keep me happy with krishna so kindly do not interfere. And this fic was inspired from a really pretty dream i saw and god krishna took my heart away even in the dream then so i added some of those parts in this one too.

tagging: @shut-up-rabert @ketchup-jar-ka @krishna-sahacharini

@krishna-priyatama @jessbeinme15 @arachneofthoughts @kaal-naagin @reallythoughtfulwizard @thegleamingmoon @ma-douce-souffrance

#samridhi writes #krishnab #fics #stories #gopiblr #krishna #krishnablr

[lavender-dahlia]

My Beautiful Boy <3

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Pairing - Eddie Munson x Male reader

Requested - No

Warnings - None, just fluff

A/N - Changing up my format a bit, didn't really like the look of it before, plus this gives me space to add warnings.

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Being gay in Hawkins was risky, to say the least. Say the wrong thing or flirt with the wrong person and you could be putting your life on the line. Luckily, you were now mainly in the clear, only having to keep your relationship on a low profile in public and hidden from judging eyes.

You had met your now boyfriend in your senior year, in your shared fourth-period chemistry class. He had strutted into class on that first day and plopped down next to you. Eddie still swears up and down that you're the sole reason he passed chemistry that year, but he was trying really hard so you think credit goes to both of you.

You graduated that year, but even with your help, Eddie still got held back a second time. He was honestly more than a little devastated he didn't get to walk the stage with you, but you promising to be there for him when he finally does graduate, comforted him.

The two of you didn't actually start dating until the summer after you graduated. You had been working a job with Steve and Robin at the local Family Video. Eddie popped in for visits and occasionally on your breaks to drop you off some lunch when you forgot your own. The mutual pinning didn't go unnoticed by Robin. She pushed you to ask him out, and so did Steve, though with significantly more annoyance in his tone, once he eventually figured out what was going on.

When you finally, finally, decided to take the leap of faith and ask him out, Eddie was ecstatic. He had literally gripped you by the shoulders to look you in the eye and say yes. His stupid grin and bright eyes from that day will forever be engraved in your memory.

And that leads you to here and now.

Laying in bed, late into the night, thinking of Eddie Munson and his stupid face. You could feel your cheeks ache a bit, which is how you realized you were unconsciously smiling at your thoughts, enough to make your muscles burn at the strain.

You're quickly startled out of your thoughts at a pattering knock at your window. You knew it was Eddie at the familiar rhythm he drummed every time he did this, sneaking over in the dead of night to visit.

You sit yourself up, walking over to the window, and indeed see your dork of a boyfriend smiling back at you. You unlock the window and slide it open, stepping back to let him in. He fumbles through the window, almost tripping over himself, but ending up catching himself. Once he is fully balanced again, he sticks his hands straight up into the air as if to "stick the landing" as he had explained before. He then dramatically bows, one hand on his chest and the other stuck out.

"Good evening, sire. As always, it's an honor to be in the presence of your darling face," he speaks, looking up at you through his lashes. You roll your eyes at the whole gesture but can't help the smile on growing your face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Munson?" You ask, though you already know the answer seeing as it's the same every time he comes.

"I missed you of course, why else? Now," he pauses, his hands now on his hips and a crooked grin on his face. "I believe there are some cuddles in order."

At this, he then walks over to you, scooping his arms under yours in a hug and walking you both back over to your bed in a weird penguin-like fashion. Your giggles fill the silence of the room as he drops back onto your bed with you coming down with him.

You eventually position yourselves where you're facing each other, his eyes closed and his hand resting gently on your hip with yours carding its way through his hair as you admire his face. He hums contently at the feeling of you scratching lightly at his scalp before you move your hand. You gently place your finger between his brows before tracing down the slope of his nose. His face twitches at the feeling, morphing into a small look of amusement and partial confusion as he peeks his eyes open to peer at you.

"What was that for?" He asks, barely above a whisper. You shrug and move your palm to rest on his cheek.

"I just think you're beautiful," Your words were spoken softly, thumb caressing his cheekbone as you look at him with pure adoration.

"Gasp, a compliment?! I'm touched." Though he plays it up, you can't help but smirk at the burning feeling of his cheek under your palm. Though you can't see his blush in the dark, you can definitely feel it. You slide your eyes shut, leaning closer to the boy in front of you and connecting your lips tenderly. You feel his grip on you tighten ever so slightly as your lips mold together. Nothing in your life has felt more right than this moment, right now.

You pull away from Eddie, opting to move closer to him, placing your face against his neck. You feel his arm glide from your hip to your back and you move your arm to his, pulling him closer to you. You place a feather-light kiss on the skin your mouth is touching before muttering three words.

"My beautiful boy." With that, you feel his grip on you tighten around you once more, before you drift off against him.

#eddie munson #male reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #x male reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #gay #male!reader #m!reader

[thedivineerotic]

The 4th House Experience Pt. 1:

(The Ugly Duckling)

Case Study: Lilo Pelekai

“Home is where the heart is.” - Anonymous

“Home is not where you live, it is where you belong.” - African Proverb

Out of all the water houses (4th, 8th and 12th), the 4th house is given the least amount of attention in online astrology circles, ironic considering that is the only one of the three houses to also serve as an angular house. It doesn’t share the dark, esoteric reputation that makes the 8th and 12th houses such popular houses, but just because it deals with relatively “lighter” topics such as family, the home, ancestry, roots and history doesn’t mean that it isn’t deep. As a matter of fact, one could argue that it is the deepest of the water houses seeing that it is the only one below the horizon. When I first delved into astrology, admittedly the 4th house was not one that garnered much of my attention and for a while I actually considered it one of the more boring of the astrology houses but upon further growth, study and reflection the depths of it became very apparent.

And they were presented perhaps no better than the little girl whose character won me over more than any Disney princess both as a kid and now. 

The movie lilo and stitch ironically starts with Lilo swimming in the depths of the ocean. She rushes from the beach to make it to her hula dancing lesson. Upon getting there she is immediately singled out for being late, being wet and the seemingly strange explanation of why she had to feed the fish Pudge a peanut butter sandwich as he has control of the weather. Her instructor nor the other girls in the class understand the reasoning behind why her routine with Pudge the fish is so important and ostracize her, with the defacto leader of the small girls’ group Myrtle going as far as to call her “crazy.”

And immediately getting her ass beat because of it.

Unfortunately Lilo is ostracized by her peers, robbed of a sense of belonging from a very young age. Aside from her sister, her sole sense of belonging comes from her doll “Scrump” whose appearance scares the other girls and further causes her to feel like a misfit. 

Later in the story we get the explanations to her seemingly strange behavior, we see that her Tuesday routine with Pudge and the importance of him controlling the weather comes because her parents died while driving in the rain. Her being nostalgic and an old soul sets her apart, her favorite artist being Elvis Presley. She latches onto “Scrump” because she is lonely and has no friends. She makes a wish on what she thinks is a shooting star and prays for a friend (wishes being an 11th house theme) and she is sent Stitch, an alien posing as a pet dog, fitting considering pets are a 6th house theme and the 4th house being 6 spaces from the 11th house. Although he too is different, something that uneases her older sister Nani almost immediately, and does not seem like a normal dog, Lilo embraces him from the very beginning, again speaking to Lilo’s nature to offer other misfits a sense of belonging like she herself doesn’t have.

The two misfits go on a series of adventures around the island, but even in that we can still see Lilo’s desperation to belong as she apologizes and still attempts to befriend the girls who have bullied her and treated both herself and Stitch as pariahs. 

Later in their adventures we see them eating at Nani’s job. The 4th house is representative of the sign of Cancer, opposite of the 10th house which is representative of the sign of Capricorn. Nani displays many themes of the 10th house, tirelessly bouncing from job to job to provide for Lilo and although she initially wanted to fulfill Lilo’s wish and give her a companion, Stitch threatens her job search and the already flimsy structure of their house so much that she can’t afford the sympathy in gifting him a sense of belonging like Lilo can. She is just about to throw Stitch out of the house when Lilo brings up a quote from her deceased parents, Ohana. 

“Ohana means family…”

Despite being a young girl, Lilo is very attached to the memory of her parents, keeping a picture of them underneath her pillow. She also keeps a physical book copy of the “The Ugly Duckling”. In it she explains the story of a baby duckling that is sad because “he’s been left behind by his family and nobody wants him. But they hear him crying and they find him and now he is happy because he knows where he belongs.”

The night when Stitch threatens to run away, he takes her copy of the Ugly Duckling with him. Lilo tries her best to convince him to stay, fearing losing the only friend other than Nani that she has ever had. When he still leaves, though disappointed she says that she will still never forget him as she “never forget anyone who leaves” before looking at the family picture with her parents again and tucking it back underneath her pillow. 

The next morning Stitch comes back, trying to escape capture. Naturally she misses her friend and helps him to evade from Jumba and Pleakly trying to arrest him, even going so far as to sacrifice her doll “Scrump” to blow up in the latter’s face. Things unfortunately go too far when their literal house ends up being blown up. When Stitch finally reveals himself to be an alien, she feels betrayed, as if Stitch took advantage of her need for belonging with his need to escape (the 4th house and 9th house themes again being at odds as the 9th house is 8 spaces from the 4th house, the 8th house signifying deception and destruction). When she is taken instead of Stitch she feels defeated, fearing losing her older sister and her home of Hawaii, she officially belongs to nothing.

Someone that gave her a sense of belonging has left her behind once again.

Finally at the end, upon being rescued and securing Stitch as her pet and best friend for good, Lilo has finally found her sense of belonging. Despite being robbed of a life with her parents, her natural family, she is able to find a family, a tribe, one made up of her older sister along with fellow misfits and aliens just like her.

No one got left behind and no one got forgotten.

As a 4th Houser, depending on the conditions of the house, your sense of belonging has likely fluctuated throughout your life. No one knows to highs a sense of belonging brings and the low a sense of not belonging brings like you. 

You may some severe abandonment issues and may have fought to be included, to feel you belong in circles where others were seemingly accepted easily. And if you have it, you fought hard not to loose it.

But in the end, you stop fighting to belong and another alien, or group of aliens, find you.

So even if people have left you in some circles, even if people have pushed you out of others, here's to finding and holding tight to your own “Ohana”.

And keeping onto those memories along the way!

Signed, The Divine Erotic (4th House Moon)

#lilo and stitch #lilo #nani #character analysis #film analysis #astrology #sidereal astrology #vedic astrology #4th house #4th house moon #4th house placements

[vinylsbygi]

soup, sniffles and sleep

a/n : so, first thing ever!! i have too much time for doing absolutely nothing, so i have some ideas for part 2 if you want :) enjoy!

warnings : throwing up, sick!eddie, kinda fluff, nothing else i think lol

"Mr. Wilson, can I use the restroom?" you asked, feeling the worry take over you.

"Yes, of course, but don't forget to come back this time."

Taking all your stuff wasn't necessary, but it felt like you might not come back to this classroom today. Wandering the halls, looking for Eddie, who left the classroom for the same reason you just told Mr. Wilson, but didn't come back, even though twenty minutes already passed. It wouldn't surprise you if you found your best friend sitting on the floor, joint between his teeth and his black notebook in his hand. It was probably that. Yet, you couldn't help but feel something weird about this time.

Pushing the door to the boys’ bathroom, small cries and sniffles, it’s like your legs start walking faster, even running, to the only occupied toilet. As you knelt down, you can see soles of Eddie’s white Reeboks, his knees on the ground, hands on the toilet.

“Eddie, sweetheart, it’s me, can you let me in?” you asked. You weren’t sure if he’d let you in. If his cries were emotions, and he didn’t feel happy and energetic as he usually did, he wouldn’t. But you could hear him getting up, so you knew it wasn’t that.

Once the door opened, you stepped in, and he went back to the position he was in earlier. He was sick. It was quite visible on him. Dark bags under his eyes were a trigger themselves, but his tear-stained cheeks broke your heart. 

You weren’t exactly in love with him. You mostly saw him as a friend. But, if he ever saw you as more than a friend, could you feel the same for him? It wouldn’t be much different. All that was considered a ‘must’ in a romantic relationship, you already did. Nicknames, cuddles, hugs, nights in each-other’s arms. It brought you comfort, and you knew he felt the same way. Ever since he approached you with a smile, you felt good. It felt good for someone to care about you, but it felt better to have someone to care for. 

“You don’t look good.”

“Yeah, no shit. I think I’ve never-” finished that sentence, you thought to yourself, as he held the toilet again, throwing up. Your hands went to his hair and back, to help him, because you knew how miserable and clingy he was when sick. 

As he flushed the toilet, you got up, gesturing to him to do the same. He really wasn’t good, and probably needed a few days in bed, because he closed his eyes, shaking his head.

“No, sweetie,I…You gotta go back to Mr. Wilson’s class, you’ll get in serious trouble if you don’t.”

“Absolutely no! Eds, you’re my best friend and you’re sick. As your best friend, it’s my duty to take care of you. So, are you going to get up by yourself, or do I have to drag you on the floor through the whole school?” 

He took a deep breath, as he grabbed your hand, pulling him up. And he was about to protest once again, you pulled him into your arms, breathing in the perfume you had on all the time. He knew that you’re probably right, and that all he needs right now is a warm bed and a hot bath, but taking him home meant you leaving school. After a few times of leaving Mr. Wilson’s class, it was likely that he’d call your parents if you didn’t. But, oh God, his head felt like it could explode any second, and by looking at your face, he knew saying something would be fighting a battle that’s already lost. So, he gave in. He even let you hold his hand while taking him to your car. 

The ride to his trailer was mostly quiet. But it wasn't awkward. Eddie didn't really have a lot of energy to talk at the moment, and you respected that. You did have to stop the car a few times, though. At this point, you got so worried about Eddie that your own stomach started to hurt. But you couldn't focus on that. Your best friend, your soulmate, because you believed soulmates can be platonic too, was sick, asking you to stop the car so he can breathe some fresh air just for a moment. He had every bit of your focus and attention.

So, when you finally got to his trailer, he became the clingy Eddie he was when he was sick. It took about twelve minutes of begging him to come inside, and twelve minutes of him just saying he can stay in the car. After finally taking him inside, you expected him to get in bed on his own. He does that everytime you come to his place after school, but no, not this time. He just stood there, his hands together, looking at you like he was waiting for you.

"Get to the bed Eds, I'm making you soup. You need something warm right now." you said, taking bowls and noodles out.

"Oh. I… Aren't you gonna come and tuck me in?" left his mouth while focusing on his shoes. He really needed to clean those.

He looked up, only to see a sweet smile on your lips. You held your right hand out, and he took it right away.

As you were walking to his bedroom, he sneezed a few times. Way too much for a walk of fifteen seconds. He layed in his bed, looked at you with his puppy eyes, silently begging you to stay with him.

"I'll come back later, sweetheart, I promise. But you have to eat something." you said to him, feeling a little bit bad about leaving him.

You came back half an hour later; you finished cooking his soup, but your best friend fell asleep. You took the plate back to the kitchen, as you didn't have the heart to wake him up.

Every noise he made was hearable. Every breath he took, every sniffle, even some words. You always knew Eddie was a sleep talker, but some things he said just made no sense.

Just in an hour, he went from "I still think food is better than you" to "I wish I was a chair.".

But as you looked at him, deciding that a little bit of sleep won't hurt you, he turned around, pulling you closer to him.

"Take a break, Eds. You deserve it."

#stranger things #fictional men #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4

[scarletttries]

Candy Cane Kisses (Eddie Munson One Shot)

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: My little Christmas offering of fluffy smut for all the Eddie fans keeping up with my series, but wishing I would write some smut for him too! <3 Thank you for all the support on all my Eddie posts, and feel free to send in new requests any time! (heart) Also I couldn't possibly write a fic about Eddie leaving the reader a note and not recommend everyone go check out the amazing and adorable notes by Eddie and Bird (@eddieandbird) this is definitely inspired by some of their great work :)

Candy Cane Kisses (part of my Christmas List)

"And I heard on the radio on the way to school this morning, it's supposed to snow on Christmas day!" Lucas practically buzzed with excitement talking through his Christmas plans, finally in the last week of school before the Christmas break.

"It never snows in Hawkins." Eddie quickly shot down, focus not shifting from the scrappy piece of paper he clutched in his lap, scratching out line after carefully worded line, unsatisfied with every letter he scrawled messily on the page.

"Who pissed in your eggnog?" Mike snapped at him, leaning across the table to try and see what had his dungeon master so fixated.

"(Y/n)" Dustin sighed, feigning infatuation to the amusement of the others.

"He wishes." Gareth added, another round of raucous laughter sweeping across the table and finally lifting Eddie's eyes from his lap,

"That doesn't even make sense." He rolled his eyes at the smug looks around the table at his attempted protests, before getting entirely distracted by the small group of students walking by the table, in the centre of which floated you. You who made Eddie's stomach feel like he'd only eaten sugar for a week, but in a way he didn't mind. You who could make him feel at home for the length of a class in a town that otherwise despised him. You who looked up and gave him a smile as your group swanned past, his heart fluttering in his chest as he returned the gesture with the smallest wave, setting off the chorus of laughter from his group again. Eddie had it bad.

"So you're sending them a candy cane right?" Dustin probed, much to Eddie's annoyance.

"I don't know, stay out of it Henderson." Eddie retorted, sighing in defeat as he scrunched up the piece of paper in his lap to a fist sized ball, "I wouldn't even know what to say."

"Dude, the first day we had Hellfire after you sat next to (y/n) you opened with 'Fellas, I'm in love.' Maybe just try that?" Lucas offered helpfully, his optimism and honestly slightly overshadowed by Mike's sarcasm,

"Only if you want to scare them off, play it cool, keep it short. How about 'you're probably the only reason I'm getting a B in Biology'." He advised confidently, making Eddie wonder how he'd ended up taking romantic advice from freshman, and how they all actually had girlfriends.

"Just be honest okay, whatever that means." Dustin concluded, leaving Eddie back where he started, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and desperately trying to find the words he'd spent months hoping to say to your face.

---

It was the end of the final period, on the last day of school before the holidays, and everyone watched the clock anxiously, desperate to run outside to see if any candy canes had been left stuck to their lockers.

"That's the reading you need to do over the next two weeks, and before you ask, yes there will be a quiz on it. Have a great break everyone, you are dismissed." Your teacher droned out in a single monotone sentence, not bothering to muster a smile as students poured out of her door with their well-wishes. You let most of the crowd rush ahead, confident your locker would be stood undecorated, focused solely on keeping up with your friends and your grades now that you were in your senior year. You almost didn't bother to check before you headed off for the break, but one small spark of hope made you walk the length of the hallway just in case. And to your surprise there a single candy cane sat, fixed to your locker handle with a curl of red ribbon, a physical token of affection from someone in your life.

You paused for a moment before you dared to read it, revelling in the moment of possibility; any number of friends might have just sent it as a festive gesture and nothing more, but that didn't stop your heart beating a little faster as you finally flicked open the little card,

"Hey sweetheart, I just wanted you to know that you're kind of my favourite person. And i'm going to miss you over Christmas break. I hope that's okay. Love, Eddie (Munson) (from Biology)"

You wanted to laugh at his detailed signature, but what caught your eye most was the little underline he'd scrawled under 'love'. Like he'd chosen to sign his card like that intentionally, more than just a throw away greeting. You let out a small chuckle to yourself as you walked away from your locker, feeling the corners of your mouth lift up into a smile, glad you didn't have anything planned for that afternoon.

---

Eddie had skipped final period in its entirety, a black hole opening up inside his stomach at the thought you reading his far-from-perfect note, sucking up any optimism he'd had for the gesture. He sat on the edge of his bed, growing more and more frustrated at his inability to play along to even a simple song on his guitar, mind entirely clouded in thick, dark fog - until two headlights pulling up outside seemed to cut right through the haze.

You'd never been to Eddie's trailer before, and on the drive over you started to wonder why. You and Eddie only really saw each other at school, occasionally seeing each other on the weekends in a wider group of friends, Eddie always taking the opportunity to find the seat next to you, willing himself to ask you to slip away, and soaking up every second he got to spend in your company. You'd never really had a moment alone together, not without a crowd of students or friends spread out around you, and that realisation gave this whole situation a atmosphere of anticipation as you knocked on the trailer door, Eddie opening it almost as soon as your knuckles made contact, unable to make himself wait a moment longer to see you.

"Hi Eddie, can I come in?" Your voice had a slight nervous shake to it as you spoke, the air in the room feeling a little thin as he opened the door with a nod, pointing down to the small corridor to his bedroom. Staring at the walls covered in dark posters, and metal covers, and occult imagery you couldn't help but smile at just how 'Eddie' his room was, wishing you had been invited in sooner and feeling like you got to know him a little better just by being here. Eddie immediately returned to the same spot on his bed, hunching over slightly in self-preservation as you took small steps, exploring the space.

"Good last day?" Eddie questioned, like small talk could keep him from having to explain himself to you, or experience whatever disappointing conclusion his infatuation with you was about to reach.

"Yeah it was. I got a candy cane." You said softly, pulling the little card from Eddie out of your pocket. Eddie didn't look up from his lap, knowing exactly why you were here in his mind, and bracing himself to spend the rest of the school year skipping biology. "Did you really mean what you wrote?"

He nodded his head softly, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak, desperate to hold himself together at least until you left, "Being your friend has made this year a lot better than the last few, and I love it, but honestly I want to be more than that. And I wanted you to know." He stared down at his hands, twisting a skull shaped ring over and over, as if not looking at you would keep him safe from whatever you were about to say. You walked around to stand just in front of him, the feel of your soft hands taking his enough to pull his focus up towards you, brown eyes glistening as they stared up at you hopelessly.

You moved slowly, first separating his interlocked hands, then bringing each of them purposefully to your waist. He didn't smile as your left his hands there, settling yours around his neck as you gradually sank down to straddle his lap, Eddie's grip tightening slightly as you settled onto his thighs. Brushing a strand of his thick hair away from his cheek bone, you smiled and whispered,

"Thanks for the candy cane." Before leaning in, slowly, carefully until the warmth of his lips melted the coldness on yours. You only held it for a second, testing the waters, Eddie's expression still unreadable as you watched the gears in his head turning. And then he was back on you, diving forward to feel your lips, encompassing you in his arms as he kissed you like the soft peppermint taste of you might be the only thing he ever wanted to experience again. You smiled as you let your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him let out a blissful hum that only parted his lips further, letting him make more hungry swallows of your lips, your head swimming with the obvious devotion in the way he chased your kiss. You pulled him back slightly to get a better look at his face, finally beginning to grow a smile that his romantic gesture had paid off, and that he now knew your lips were even sweeter than he'd been picturing.

"I'm really glad we're going to just protect our friendship." You said matter-of-factly, watching Eddie's face fall back into despair before you erupted into laugh, a matching grin returning to his face as he poked you in the side for your mischief.

"Oh that was cruel! You can't mess with a guy while you're on his lap!" He bellowed through his laughter, lips planting a constellation of kisses across your face, drawn to you now they had the option to be.

"I'm sorry, I'll be sure to get off your lap before I laugh at you next time." You teased, happy the dramatic tension in the air had shifted to the kind of laid back joking you loved about Eddie.

"Don't you dare" He rebuffed, squeezing you tightly against his chest to make sure you weren't going to leave his lap for any reason. As his grip shifted you higher on his thighs you could feel yourself brush over his crotch, a growing bulge starting to strain against the denim of his jeans. You rocked your hips again, capturing the involuntary moan from Eddie with a kiss, the vibrations from it running all the way down your spine. Eddie wasn't sure whether to apologise profusely or pretend he wasn't hard between your thighs, wishing he had just an ounce of self-control when it came to you. And then you rocked your hips against him again, intentional in your movements, devilish smile on your face as he broke the kiss to hold in a moan, and Eddie knew he was a goner.

One hand trailing down to your ass to support you, Eddie shifted himself backwards on the bed until he could lay on a pillow, keeping your chest pressed against his as he moved. His breath stilled in his lungs as he felt your weight shifting on top of him, the brushes over his jeans only that much more intense at this angle, his eyes clenching shut as he forced himself to take a deep breath.

"We can stop Eddie?" You reassured, a little concerned as he struggled to reopen his eyes to respond.

"I really don't want to stop! I'm just, uh, really not used to having a pretty girl on my bed. Or on my lap. So I'm just very excited." You smiled at his honesty and the slightly pained grin on his face as he looked up at you, leaning over him with his arms wrapped around you, a best case scenario for today that he wouldn't have even dared to dream about.

"You're very sweet. And I'm very excited too." You flirted, watching Eddie's eyes almost roll back in his head with a sigh at your words, before pulling himself together enough to roll you on to your back, rising up on his knees to undo the button on your jeans.

"You're going to be the death of me sweetheart, I already know it." He laughed, almost to himself, as he eased the denim down your legs, until only your panties remained, a sight Eddie had imagined on his cold, lonely nights more than once.

"Fuck." He sighed out as let his lips began to mark a trail up your leg, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs and drinking every twitch and giggle the action drew from you. As his fingers reached the edge of your underwear, everything he wanted now in his reach, he raised his head slightly, solemn look in his eye as he spoke,

"Are you sure you want this? With me?" Your heart practically burst with affection as you stared down at him, full of desire and want and need, for him.

"I want this, and I want you Eddie." The words almost came out in a whine as you felt yourself getting wetter waiting for his touch, the smile on his face as your confirmation the most confident he'd looked since you walked into his room.

"Good girl." Was all he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband and removed the final bit of fabric in his way. He started slowly, just running a finger softly over your slit, watching your every reaction closely, wanting to take his time to see exactly what you liked. Even these small touches had his finger coated in slick, and you watched him experimentally bring it to his lips, sucking it clean and humming happily as he did.

"I always knew you were sweet inside and out." He praised before burying his head between your thighs, tongue licking broad flat strokes over your centre, tasting every drop of your excitement and starting to draw louder pants and moans from you with every motion. Two of his fingers slipped inside you easily, the cold metal of his rings grazing your clit between licks and making your whole body flinch at the sensation. Eddie chuckled against you at the reaction, only stimulating your sensitive bud more,

"Eddie," you whimpered, "You feel so good." He moaned against you at the praise, free hand shifting your shirt up slightly so his broad palm could rest flat over your stomach, holding you in place and feeling you tense and shake as he worked.

"You're so good to me sweetheart, letting me taste you like this. Letting me hear you say my name like this is one of my wet dreams. Now whenever I wear my rings I'm just going to be thinking about how much you like them here." As if it prove his point he brought the cold metal to brush over your clit, soft strokes in time with plunging fingers, your thighs clenching around his head involuntary at the throbbing feeling growing inside you of,

"Fuck, you're killing me (y/n)." He groaned again at the movement, feeling his own hips rock against the bed as yours started to buck against his touch, following his every movement, the pressure tightening in your stomach as his tongue returned to your clit, worshipping every inch of your pussy with his fingers and mouth, holding you against the bed as you started to squirm at all tingly sensation spreading through you.

"Eddie," You cried out again as he curved his fingers to massage a new spot inside you, steady flicks of his tongue bringing you to the edge as he savoured every drop of you he tasted, "I'm gonna-" was all you got out as the tension inside you overflowed into release, your legs shaking around Eddie as he moaned happily against you, maintaining his steady rhythm as he felt the waves of pleasure ripple through your core, even the soft brush of his untamed hair on your inner thighs making you flinch with sensitivity.

You felt your head begin to clear as your rode out your orgasm, placing a hand under Eddie's chin to bring him up for a kiss, watching the slight glee in his eyes as he held his position a little too long, watching you squirm from the overstimulation of his continuous circles on your clit, knowing you were awakening something in him you'd be on the receiving end of for a long time to come.

He wiped his glistening face with the back of his hand as you brought his lips back to yours, feeling himself twitch in excitement at the combination of two new favourite tastes. He only leant up for air as you pulled his shirt over his head, letting your hands trace along each of his tattoos, noticing the slight gasp of breath he took when the tip of your finger brushed lightly over each of his nipples. Even with his whole body pressed to yours, your entrance still sensitive from his touch, you needed to feel more of him. Clearly hoping for the same thing, the second you started to unbutton his jeans, Eddie quickly stood up, kicking them off for you, watching in awe as you pulled off your shirt, and unclasped the bra underneath letting it fall forwards, watching Eddie's hard cock twitch as you discarded it.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Eddie said the words like a prayer, awestruck as he crawled back over your form, lips drawn to your now exposed chest. One hand followed cupping and kneading at the tender curves while his lips grazed over the other nipple, planting gentle kisses and tracing soft shapes with his tongue, sure nothing had ever compared to how good he felt right now.

He had the the exact same thought as your hand snaked between your bodies, taking hold of Eddie's throbbing length and starting firm, smooth strokes, your thumb rubbing the base in a way that made Eddie let out an earth-shattering moan. He was used to the feel of his own hand, supplemented by his vivid imagination, but feeling the touch of yours as his tip dipped into the soft, sticky skin of your thighs had Eddie finding nirvana and swearing allegiance to whichever dark force put you in his life. Losing the ability to do anything but pant and groan as you worked him in your hand, you eased Eddie on to his back bringing a leg over him to straddle his thighs once again. Eddie watched you through lidded eyes, his chest heaving up and down with every touch, his whole body jolting as you ran your tongue over his leaking tip, not sure how much more of this he was going to survive.

"(y/n)" he managed to moan out breathlessly, eyes widening as he watched you line him up between your dripping folds. .

"You still want this Eddie?" You sighed out, making sure to put extra emphasis on his name as you teasingly ran him over your slit.

"Fuck, yes, please, please." He begged, hips trying to buck up beneath you, desperate to feel you wrapped around him. His cock almost ached as you slowly sank down around him, feeling yourself stretched and filled completely by his perfect size. Eddie watched your eyes flutter shut as you took a few gentle bounces, your chest jumping with the rest of you in easily the hottest sight Eddie had ever seen. Needy for more of you, to feel you react to his touch again, Eddie sat himself up, keeping you wrapped around him as he pulled you into his lap.

"Good girl." He cooed as he brought his fingers to your throbbing clit, watching as you started to bounce more eagerly in response to his touch, your sensitivity addictive to Eddie, his mind already racing with all the fun he could have with it, driving you over the edge of pleasure again and again if you'd let him.

"Eddie," you moaned again as his fingers strummed over you, tongue lapping at your nipples as you rocked up and down, every part of you alight at his vigilant touch. He focused on your every noise and tremble, trying to memorise the look on your face as your hips started to stutter again, back arching your chest against his lips as your walls started clench down around him,

"That's my girl, cum for me, that's it." He praised, coaxing the orgasm out of you with frantic thrusts of his hips, making sure you were almost crying with ecstacy before he finally spilled his seed inside you, the feeling of releasing all over your walls something he knew he'd be chasing again and again, wanting to stay deep inside you forever.

You could feel the content smile washing over your face as you collapsed onto Eddie's chest, his back landing on the bed again as his hands worked soft warm circles over your skin.

"That was amazing." You signed out absentmindedly, Eddie humming happily in agreement as he kept you held close, enjoying the perfect moment of bliss before he worked up the nerve to ask you on a real date. He let his gaze fall to your satisfied face, before a glimpse of something shimmering caught his eye out the window - turns out it did snow in Hawkins sometimes.

#stranger things eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie my beloved #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things requests #stranger things

[plutobutartsy]

i was actually just joking about vega and gavin being divorced with shared custody over caelum but i got a bit too silly and now it's just an actual au i have so uhhhh here are some thoughts

first off, unempowered/no magic au + no angst only fun bc caelum deserves it (and so do i)

i think gavin and vega only got divorced because after moving in with each other they noticed each other's annoying habits and just went "fuck no, i can't live with this guy forever"

nothing major just like,,

gavin taking REALLY long showers until all the hot water is gone

vega putting his dirty dishes in the sink instead of directly into the dishwasher

stuff like that

they both just got hit with a magnitude 8 ick on the richter scale and because they're both petty and dramatic they decided living seperately wasn't enough so they just HAD to get a divorce

so technically they're not on bad terms but again, they're just really petty so they bicker a lot and bring up dumb shit the other did for no reason other than to be annoying

they keep the fighting at a minimum in front of caelum (even though it's not really serious)

but once caelum is out of the room?? oh boy

they're 100% the type to kick each other under the table

they also definitely try to one up each other

constant debates on who the favourite is

@super-trouper-lights suggested freelancer as daycare worker but i think caelum is a bit older so they're his grade school teacher :)

they have an enormous amount of drawings the kids made them and caelum is deffo the one who makes the most

they try to hang all of the drawingd up in the classroom but once they run out of space they take some older ones down to keep them safe in a binder (more like multiple binders lol)

some of their older coworkers look down on them because they're very gentle with the kids, they think freelancer isn't strict enough

jokes on them because freelancer is amazing at their job and all the kids love them

both vega and gavin make time to go to the parent teacher conferences together and gavin is lowkey salty about it because he wants to spend time alone with freelancer

that's why he does a lot of volunteering to help with school events and such

one time he spent a month perfecting his brownie recipe for their bake sale with the sole intention of making something freelancer might enjoy

only for him to find out that they were allergic to nuts and couldn't have any

he was devastated

vega found out because caelum told him and laughed at gavin for a solid 10 minutes

pet works at the local arts and crafts store that caelum insists on going to like once a week at LEAST

after vega met the for the first time he kept finding excuses to go back there, to the point where he had to convince caelum that no, he doesn't have enough glitter and yes, they have to go to the store right NOW

after a month he finally asked them to have coffee with him and they said yes

they started officially dating a few weeks after that <3

and YES vega definitely brags to gavin about being with pet while gavin hasn't even asked freelancer out yet

gavin's main concern is not wanting to make freelancer uncomfortable or to cross any boundaries or god forbid get them into trouble for dating a student's parent

so he is resolved to wait until caelum moves on to middle school (he's slowly going insane)

freelancer actually developed feelings for him as well after spending so much time with him organizing school events but they want to keep it professional and they're afraid they might misread gavin's kindness and passion as him being interested in them

"he's just a really dedicated parent i can't believe i'm making this about myself :("

freelancer and gavin truly are peak idiots to lovers

also, freelancer gets all their supplies for the class from the same store pet works at so they know each other and have gotten quite close over time :)

while freelancer is decent at arts and crafts, they're definitely not good at it (they're the teacher that prefaces every drawing they show in class with "now i'm no ARTIST")

pet on the other hand is really good at all artsy things

name a medium and they're good at it i gurantee it

so naturally caelum is amazed by them and always wants them to show him how to make certain things

vega always just wants to watch but pet and caelum talk him into joining them and he literally sucks at most of it lol

the only thing he's good at when it comes to art is folding paper boats and airplanes

pet also makes their own jewellery

at this point they made so much for vega that he pretty much exclusively wears stuff they made

ofc caelum also gets his own jewellery

he makes them friendship bracelets in return

they have a ton of them and wear a different one every day

this is a lot longer than i intended so i'll wrap it up here but if anyone has any thoughts on this please share :D

psst there's a part 2 now 👀

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted vega #redacted gavin #redacted caelum #redacted freelancer #redacted pet #shared custody au #stella's ideas

[galaxychaos78]

unrequited love w/jean part 1

unrequited love w/jean part 2

unrequited love w/jean feels like triumph for Eren Jeager. He's all too giddy to show off whenever Jean is near; peppering kisses all over your face, pulling you close during hangouts. muttering sickly sweet words into your ears that have you giggling. He absolutely relishes in the way Jean's face falls, the way his hands clench into fists. You eat it all up too which is icing on the cake; becoming absolute putty in your boyfriend's hands and tugging him away to go make out in his dorm like horny teens. everything is so perfect and it seems like the smile never leaves his face. you're happy too and it shows. the way you and Eren are joined at the hip, the tight embraces shared when you meet each other outside of classes. the hushed whispers and giggles of inside jokes and the absolute adoration that adorns your faces. you're eren's everything; his stars, his moon, his sun.

it makes jean's heart ache.

he had you. he had you and was too stupid, too late to realize it. now you were giving someone else your time, your care, your love. he wasn't in your orbit anymore. hell, jean knew he hadn't even crossed your mind since you and eren became public. but he knows, he knows, that could change if he could talk to you. eren notices too, which is why he never leaves your side. because not only was jean trying to get you, suddenly random guys wanted you too. you're blissfully unaware of it all, attention solely focused on eren.

"i just need to talk to her and everything will be fine." jean concluded. connie nodded aimlessly and bit into his sandwich. sasha made a small "mmhm" noise as she bit into her burger. jean eyed his friends carefully. "you guys don't think it'll work?"

"jean," connie said with a huff. "you seriously need to get over (y/n). she's moved on! she's happy, finally happy!"

"yeah but-"

"dude no!" connie shouted, slamming his hands against the table. "i'm not about to let you sit here and ruin the best thing that's happened to (y/n)! you may not like eren, but she does and as her friend, i'm not letting you take that away from her." jean was stunned. connie was usually always taking jean's side. and sasha....he looked at sasha but the usually talkative girl was silent, unable to meet jean's gaze.

"eren makes (y/n) happy," sasha said firmly. "and she's our friend so..." jean saw the determined look in her face and the rage in her eyes. "so we'll do out best to make sure she's happy!"

"so what about me?" jean asked, feeling his body swirl up with anger, betrayal, sadness. "are we not friends?" connie rolled his eyes and got up to throw his garbage away.

"i'm not about to sit here and explain it to you man. let's go sasha." jean watched his two best friends walk away, leaving him alone. he was suddenly reminded of the way mikasa walked away from him. connie and sasha had tried to cheer him up and make him feel better, but he was stubborn. he only wanted you and completely shoved his other friends aside because he thought that you would come back and bring him up again like you always did. he sighed and started to walk back to the dorms. he was halfway there when he noticed eren sitting outside, no doubt waiting for you to get out of class. his mind begged him to not go over, but his emotions got the better of him. he stormed over and loomed like a dark cloud over eren. this was the guy that you loved? that all his friends defended? the guy that was fucking up the dynamic of the friend group?

"do you need something?" eren asked without looking up from his phone. the calmness in eren's voice pissed jean off something fierce.

"you think you're such a good guy huh? stealing my friends and making (y/n) hate me." eren looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "because of you, everyone thinks I'm the bad guy."

"dude you are and apparently you're severely delusional on top of it." jean scoffed. "but I know the real reason you're pissed," eren stepped up close to the man, cyan eyes boring into jean's brown ones. "you're pissed at me cause now you're no longer the top guy in the friend group. your friends-"

"my best friends."

"your friends are rightfully upset with you. I mean I would be too, you haven't asked about sasha's boyfriend or helped connie raise his grades because you're so focused on getting (y/n) back even though she. doesn't. want. you."

"i love (y/n). more than you ever will." jean said. eren chuckled to keep his emotions in check. he knew he shouldn't engage jean's pathetic attempts to piss him off, but he wasn't about to just take that. he stared jean down, his ego boosted slightly at him being slightly taller than jean.

"no you don't. you just loved the attention she gave you. you loved having someone comfort you and take care of you without having to put in any effort. you were a shitty friend to her and there's no doubt in my mind that you'd make an even shittier boyfriend."

"the fuck would you know about me being a shitty friend?" jean shouted, hands clenched into fist.

"dude everything!" eren shouted, shoving jean away from him. "you want me to remind you about the time you missed (y/n)'s birthday party so you could hook up with some girl you met online? or how about the time (y/n) planned a whole celebration dinner when you got accepted here, only for you to bail cause you had a date? or maybe it was the months and months of you straight up ignoring her for mikasa?" jean's eyes widened, but eren wasn't done. his anger was overflowing inside of him and he was going to let it all out.

"you're actually a moron if you think you "love" her. you had to have known she had a crush on you and instead of actually being a good fucking friend, you just string her along and use her emotions to your advantage. you didn't notice she was gone that entire time and you sure as fuck didn't care." jean's mouth opened to speak, but he closed it. "then, when your friend admits her feelings for you, you YELL at her. you tell her that you'd never feel any sort of romantic feelings for her and then just drop your friendship. and now suddenly, after you get rightfully dumped, you come crawling back spouting some crappy “i love you’s” and then ignore all of your other friends to chase down a person who doesn't want to have anything to do with you. does that seem like something a good friend would do?"

jean's eyes widened in shock. "how...how the hell do you know-"

"she got tired of you pushing her aside and came to me after you blew her off for mikasa for the billionth time. I was the one that told her to tell you how she feels because I saw how bad it was hurting her," this time eren stepped up to jean. sadness and fear swam in his eyes. "I have been the one comforting her and I have been the one to make her feel like she's worthy of love after you broke her heart. And if you think I'm gonna let you waltz in and break her heart again, then you're even more delusional than I thought." eren let his words wash over jean before sitting back down. he felt good, great even. he had finally let out all of his anger towards the man and now here he was. staring at eren with such a pathetic broken face. he loved you? you weren't the one who ended a multiple year long friendship for a relationship that didn't last in the end. you were just supposed to forget how he ignored you for months? How he yelled that he would never see you in a romantic way, and then proceeds to tell you that he's always loved you after his girlfriend broke up with him? Fuck Jean Kirstien.

eren watched as the door to the classroom opened and you walked out, eyes searching for someone and lighting up when you noticed eren. you started to rush over, but jean noticed your pace slow when you noticed him standing there. "hey 'ren...jean." jean's heart skipped a beat as your gaze met his. in the light of the afternoon sun, your eyes shone with a warmth that jean hadn't felt in a long time. were your eyes always this beautiful? "oh eren, Zeke texted me. he wanted to talk to you but you weren't answering your phone."

"why is Zeke texting you? hell how'd he even get your number?" eren grumbled as he fished his phone out of his pocket. you laughed and rested your head on eren's shoulder, giving your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before plopping down on his lap. jean's eyes glided down the shape of your legs in the skirt you were wearing, jealousy coursing through him as eren's fingers skimmed against the soft skin.

"we've talked. remember you posted that picture of us on our date last week? he reached out and messaged me." jean looekd away as eren pinched your cheek affectionately. your eyes glanced all around as if you were unsure, before finally meeting jean's. he was stunned to say the least. has your skin always looked this soft? was your smile always that heart stopping? had your laugh always sounded that beautiful?

"is there a reason you're talking to eren?" even though the tone of your voice had shifted jean was overcome with how calm it sounded. unaware to jean however, you were fighting to keep your emotions in check. the two of you hadn't spoken, hadn't been this close since the fight. since jean denounced you as a friend. you took the time to strengthen your other friendships, new and old. ymir and historia welcomed you with open arms and friendly smiles. connie and sasha were hesitant on continuing a friendship with jean which you understood. the four of you had always been close and for a wedge that big to divide you all had severely messed up everything. they tried to cheer up jean after his breakup and you wanted to be there for him, truly you did. but everytime you went to unblock his number, his sharp and painful words pierced your thoughts. you couldn't imagine bringing someone like that back into your life. someone that was capable of bringing you to tears with a few harsh words. someone that knew your fears and insecurities and could twist them into insults.

"i...was...i-i just wanted to talk to you.." jean stammered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "i...i missed talking to you..." hearing jean stammer used to make your heart flutter. you used to get so giddy at being able to make him flustered, at seeing the way his cheeks would be dusted with the prettiest shade of red. now, it only made you upset.

"you missed me," you deadpanned. you watched jean's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "yet..you were the one who didn't wanna be friends anymore.."

"(y/n)-"

"i guess i'm just confused," you continued, resting your cheek in your palm. "you ignore me for months, yell at me for finally admitting the feelings i've kept bottled inside for about 2 years, end our friendship and then when you get broken up with, you come crawling back to me for sympathy. not because you actually miss me, no, its cause you knew that i'd make you feel better. that i'd waste no time in bringing you up while hurting myself in the process, am I right?" your gaze never left his and jean squirmed. you wanted jean to know just how much this entire situation had hurt you. eren meanwhile, was filled with pride. he couldn't fight the smirk on his face as he watched jean struggle to think of something to say. he was absolutely over the moon seeing you stand up to jean. maybe this would be the wake up call he needed. shit he wished he had popcorn!

"(Y/N)-"

"am I right Jean?"

"ok maybe but-"

"tell me something," you said, resting your chin in your hands. "if you and mikasa were still together right now, would you be doing this?" you stared at him with rage in your eyes. you knew the answer, you just wanted to hear him say it for yourself. because a part of you, a stupidly naive part of you, wanted to hear him say yes. to hear him beg and plead for your forgiveness and that he would do anything to repair the broken friendship he screwed up. "would you be this desperate to get my friendship back if you were still with her?" you searched jean's face waiting for an answer, for an answer he had but wouldn't say.

eren knew the answer, which made him take both your hands in his and kiss your temple.

you knew the answer, which is why you gripped eren's hands and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from crying.

and jean, as much as he wanted to lie, knew the answer. which is why he didn't stop the salty tears from falling down his cheeks. he didn't apologize as you and eren got up, he didn't try to reach out to you as you walked past. the ache in his heart spread to his body as he walked almost robotically to his dorm.

it was only in the silence of his room and in the darkness of the shadows, that jean let himself sob.

chaos says: this is the end! its honestly really bittersweet to have this story that's gotten so much love and praise end, but if you guys want, I'd be up for making a lil "where are they now?" type of prologue! but seriously thank you guys so much for sticking by this story and I hope it was worth the wait. Stay safe and happy holidays!💖💕

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[starsstuddedsky]

hi hi hi! im a new follower but already so invested in "as a matter of fact". i think the storyline is amazing and i can't wait for more updates >< and my wish to your star is a fic of a love triangle b/w seungkwan, wonu and our girl y/n :) if you decide to accept this (totally cool if you don't) - i think a uni au would be nice with tons of fluff and angst. and you can decide who to end up with! thank you for reading this, your works are amazing and take care <33

Date #4

seungkwan x reader, wonwoo x reader

summary: Seungkwan and the crushing realization of having feelings for a friend

genre: angst, fluff, uni au

warnings: food mention, alcohol mention, swearing(?)

wc: 2.4k

a/n: hello!!! tysm for this request!! first of all, i'm sorry it took me so long to get to this, i was in a bit of a writing rut and also real life is so difficult.. that said i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope it isn't took different from what you imagined!! i'm not the biggest fan of love triangles (read: i despite them) so idk how this turned out.. pls pls enjoy &lt;/3

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Seungkwan has his apron on, tied behind his back in a bow (a skill he learned during the two months he survived working at Foot Locker). He chose all black, turtleneck tucked into his loose jeans, even digging out the sneakers he got (discount price) when he thought he was actually going to run every day. He shudders at the memory of wearing the Foot Locker uniform, thankful yet again to find a job at Soren’s. Close to campus, minimal dress code and iced Americanos whenever he wants them. Plus it rarely gets busy, so most of the time Seungkwan gets paid to read behind the counter. 

He drums his fingers on the counter, scanning the limited view of the sidewalk that the window provides. If only he could take down the giant poster, promoting some campus band, especially since the concert was two months ago. 

He smiles at the memory. Two months ago, the first of these little schemes. You wore your favorite jeans and the purple sweater, with the swirly patterns that Jihoon makes fun of for looking like obscene shapes. Seungkwan had to promise you that Jihoon was just being immature, and there were middle fingers and dicks absolutely nowhere on you. 

That was back when you still had faith in your dates. 

He can see two pairs of shoes underneath the poster, the Sketchers he got you (also discount price) and unfamiliar Nikes that are gray and worn down. Seungkwan is tempted to pour the cup of water already. 

Because of the cursed poster, he can’t see you until you’re opening the door, the little bell jingling softly. It’s still a fond noise to Seungkwan, a notice that customers have arrived and he’ll have to actually earn his paycheck. Jeonghan, the other barista, hates the noise, obvious by the way he drags his feet approaching the register. He shoots a glare at Seungkwan as he walks past, though he agreed to this at the start of the shift. 

“Welcome to Soren’s, how can I help you?” Jeonghan asks in a cheery voice. He stands straight and even though his back is to Seungkwan, he knows that the older boy is flashing a blindingly bright smile and perfectly covering his disdain for the job. 

From his stool on the corner, Seungkwan gets the perfect vantage point to judge your date. He’s tall, broad shoulders, wearing a loose navy blue sweater and brown corduroy pants. A point in his favor, definitely better than Failed Date #2 (Seungkwan still wants to know who let him go on a date in flip flops and board shorts). He has thick glasses, round frames that sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose, which is straight and looks like it’s never been broken (a step up from Failed Date #1, who managed to break his nose during the date). 

This date was set up by Jun (much more reputable than Mingyu by Seungkwan’s judgment). According to Jun, he met the dude in his freshman English class, and cited him as the sole reason Jun passed the class. “Certified genius” were the exact words he used to describe Jeon Wonwoo. 

You order first, though Seungkwan doesn’t need to listen to know what to make. He gets off the stool, hands moving without looking; he’s made your order so many times since he started working here, he could do it in his sleep. 

“I’ll take a caramel latte, iced,” Wonwoo says. His voice is smooth and deep, even Seungkwan feels his heart skip a beat. So far so good. He remembers a night where you were rather drunk and very rambly, and mentioned how you found deep voices attractive. 

Seungkwan doesn’t miss how Wonwoo pays without a word, passing his card to Jeonghan before you can say anything. Another point to the Date #4. Seungkwan has to actually pay attention to his job now, ignoring the faces Jeonghan is making at him. He pours the drinks carefully, making sure nothing sticky is left on the outside of your cup since apparently he got syrup on it last time. 

Seungkwan is proud of how quickly he finishes the drinks. He has gotten rather good at being a barista, though it feels arrogant to say. He sets them on the counter, calling out the order. You and Wonwoo stand at the same time, and your table is close enough for Seungkwan to hear the awkward laugh. 

“Why don’t we go together?” You say, gesturing for him to lead the way. Wonwoo nods, and even though his back is to you, he still smiles. Seungkwan feels a prickle in his stomach watching you two walk up together. You look good together, he realizes. 

You don’t look at him when you pick up your drink, muttering thank you under your breath. Seungkwan has to force himself to smile and nod at Wonwoo, who meets his eyes and thanks him, holding up his glass in a small toast. 

He watches you return to your table and decides it has to be a good sign that you are avoiding him. It must mean the date is going well, since you aren’t making faces at him or giving him the signal. 

You sit facing Wonwoo, though you’re also facing Seungkwan. He shifts the stool so that he can watch you out of the corner of his eye without outright staring. He’d hate to miss the signal like last time. 

The minutes drag by. Seungkwan can’t hear much from behind the bar, but can he see your face light up in that lovely smile that makes your cheekbones pop, see the way you lean into the table when Wonwoo is talking. And even when both your drinks are empty and the ice is melting, you don’t make any move to get up or give him the signal. 

Seungkwan sips on the cup of water before realizing he’s meant to spill it on you. He sets it down, realizing this means he has to resort to plan B. Even if you don’t look like you’re going to give the signal, he should stay ready. It’s his duty, as your friend. 

Friend. He frowns at the word. That is, by definition, his relationship to you, someone with whom there is mutual affection. He is affectionate to you, but watching someone else make you smile, for the first time he wonders if affection is all he feels. 

He ducks his head, wiping the counter down. These thoughts are dangerous, capacity-to-destroy-a-relationship level of dangerous. You’ve always been a precious friend to him, and he won’t throw it away because he maybe thinks he feels something. 

It’s true he’s thought of it before; the first time was in the library, when someone wanted to borrow a chair and mistakenly thought you were dating. It was a careless mistake but for a moment Seungkwan entertained the thought. It passed quickly, his essay on data ethics taking priority, but every once in a while he’ll be by your side and wonder what it would be like to be more than friends. Passing thoughts that vanish before they can destroy him. 

Seungkwan scrubs at the sink, waiting for this thought to pass, but it’s taken root in his stomach, twisting and turning. He has had one iced americano too many, and everything is a clouded mess. 

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan hisses from next to him. “That’s the wrong rag!” He snatches the rag from Seungkwan’s hand, tossing it in the back. Jeonghan shakes his head. “I trained you better than this. Sponges and orange rags only for cleaning the sinks!” 

“Sorry,” Seungkwan mutters, glancing back at you. 

“It’s going well this time,” Jeonghan says. Seungkwan turns to see that Jeonghan isn’t even trying to hide his snooping. He’d shove the older boy if he didn’t think it would get him fired. 

“Can’t you be subtle?” He whispers. 

“No fun,” Jeonghan says, craning his neck to try and get a better look at Wonwoo. 

“I never should have told you anything.” 

“Nonsense, I’m an integral part of this team,” Jeonghan says. “Plus you’re conducting this on company property, I have to make sure you don’t get us sued or anything.” 

“Since when have you cared about getting sued,” Seungkwan says, remembering last week when Jeonghan got into an argument with a customer. 

“I care about getting sued when my protégé can’t focus on his job because he’s too busy being overly invested in the love life of his friend.” 

“How noble.” Seungkwan dares to peek at you again. Is he imagining things? 

No, you’re definitely tucking your hair behind your ear with both hands, though you aren’t looking at him. Still, the signal is the signal. Seungkwan ignores Jeonghan, grabbing the mop bucket from the back. It’s time to prove his worth. 

The mop bucket clatters on the tiled floor, drowning out your conversation. Seungkwan decides it’s fate; he doesn’t need to know why you called for evacuation, he just needs to help get you out. 

So he trips. He doesn’t know how convincing he is, especially when he puts most of his effort into tipping the bucket of water over via mop handle. Unfortunately, as he falls, Seungkwan realizes two things. First, he miscalculates how much strength it would take to tip the bucket, and instead of knocking it over, he sends it flying into the air. Second, he thought the water was still clean but Jeonghan must have mopped before his shift started because the water flying into the air is very soapy and very dirty. 

Seungkwan falls flat on his back, mop handle clattering next to him. He squeezes his eyes and mouth shut as the water sprays all over. 

“Oh. My. God.” He hears your voice and opens his eyes slowly. You sit in the chair, hand over your mouth and Seungkwan realizes he didn’t just spray himself. 

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo asks. He stands, the chair kicking up mop water. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He holds out a hand to Seungkwan, covered in mop water. Seungkwan tries to think of an excuse to say no but comes up with nothing, so he takes the other man’s hand and cringes when he notices the water on his glasses. 

Seungkwan has failed before, but never this exponentially terribly. 

“I’m fine.” Seungkwan says, unable to take his eyes off you. Why haven’t you gotten up yet? 

“You’re sort of…” Wonwoo points to his chest. Seungkwan groans. He’s covered in the mop water, seeping through the apron. It’s probably all over his face. 

“Here,” Jeonghan says, passing paper towels to you and Wonwoo. “I apologize for the clumsiness of my coworker, he’s new.” Jeonghan glares at Seungkwan, sticking a paper towel to his forehead. 

“I’m so sorry,” Seungkwan chokes out, reaching up to peel the paper towel off his face and use it to wipe off some of the water. Maybe Jeonghan will let him go home early, or, even better, follow through on one of his threats and toss Seungkwan in the dumpster behind the store. 

“It’s alright,” Wonwoo says. “Accidents happen, no harm no foul.” 

You say nothing, staring at Seungkwan. He feels so small when you look at him like that, frown creasing your brow, like you don’t understand why he would do something like this, like you don’t know him at all. 

“Sorry,” he mutters again. 

“It’s fine,” you finally say, though your smile isn’t very convincing. “We’re fine, right?” 

Wonwoo nods. “Absolutely fine, though I think I’ll have to wash this as soon as possible.” 

“Oh,” you say. “Right. Me too, I guess.” 

Wonwoo laughs. “I had fun, though.” Seungkwan knows that he should follow Jeonghan behind the counter but his feet are planted to the ground, stuck standing between you and Wonwoo listening to your very first successful blind date. Except you gave him the signal. Right? 

“I’d like to do this again,” Wonwoo continues, “though maybe with slightly less water involved.” He glances at Seungkwan, as if just realizing that he’s still standing there. Everything in him screams to run but he can’t get his legs to move. 

“Oh,” you say. You don’t look away from Wonwoo. “I… I think I’d like that too.” 

Seungkwan’s heart drops. He hates the feeling immediately, he knows that he should be happy that you’ve found someone and yet his stomach still twists. 

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you,” Wonwoo says. He smiles at you one last time before walking toward the door. Seungkwan watches him leave, sees the exact moment he pauses (one foot out the door) to get one last look at you. And then he’s gone.

“What the hell, Seungkwan?” you cry as soon as the door shuts. 

“You gave me the signal!” He says. He tucks invisible hair behind his ears with both hands. “Double tuck!” 

You frown, probably trying to remember whether you actually did it or not. But Seungkwan knows it doesn’t matter. He should have seen how happy you were. With Wonwoo. 

“I really am sorry,” he says, folding his arms. 

“It’s alright,” you say before he finishes talking. “He didn’t take it badly. Actually, he took it quite well.” You smile. “I think I could really like him.” 

Good, Seungkwan tries to say. Then, I’m happy for you. The words get stuck in his throat. And he knows why, the forbidden words lurking at the edge of his thoughts, the twisted sickness that has been growing for so long without his knowledge cannot be ignored anymore, not when it demands a name. Jealousy, the cruel monster. 

Jealousy because without realizing it, he stopped thinking of you as just a friend. It’s not fair to call you anything more, but Seungkwan can’t keep pretending that this is enough, that he doesn’t want to imagine more. He’s spent too long denying it that the floodgates have opened and can’t pretend like he doesn’t want to be the one making you smile, the one you call in the middle of the night because you had a bad dream, the one you call in the middle of the day just because. He wants to look at you and not feel guilty.

But he knows you’ve never looked at him like that, not when you keep going on these dates. So what now? He can tell you the truth, risk losing you completely. Or he can stand back and watch you inevitably fall in love with Wonwoo, or some other man that sweeps you off your feet. 

He stands before you, covered in mop water and sick to his stomach. And he makes a decision. 

a/n2: i'm sorry if anyone doesn't like this ending i just really hate love triangles,, feel free to believe whatever you want about what happens next

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[arofulboyfriend]

on the future

When I was in my last semester of my associates, one of the classes I had to take was either public speaking or communications. I chose communications because fuck talking to the public.

It was a fun class, and my professor is great, and we still hang out and get lunch together a lot, even though I graduated in 2022 and will be going back to a different college soon.

But something in our textbook has, as dramatic as it may seem, almost haunted me ever since I read it.

It said that once a couple gets married and decides to have children or otherwise fully integrate their lives together, that they are statistically nearly guaranteed to steadily drop their single, non-partnered, not child-rearing friends, and only make friends with other married parents.

And... reading that made me sad. I have no desire to get married even if it's a platonic marriage of convenience, and I will never, ever, have children. But I don't want to live alone, even if one day I do finish my doctorates and get a job that pays me more than enough to do so, because I'm a social, cuddly person. And it didn't make me just sad, it basically confirmed in confident, scientific terms that my worst fear of ending up sad and alone and unsupported were going to come true.

You see, my aroace journey has not been a fun one. I've rushed into relationships romantic and sexual, had sex I hated, dated people I didn't like, and even now am in a relationship I'm not truly ecstatic about, just agreed cause she wanted to label me her boyfriend to feel comfortable things I'd 100% do platonically given half a chance. (She's a great friend and I adore her and she's aware I don't feel romantic feelings towards her, our relationship is fine, it's just not a thing I went into with that goal in mind, if that makes sense.)

All because I have a really deep seated and hard to shake fear of abandonment.

There are many reasons for it, but nearly all my friends from childhood and primary school, of which there weren't a lot to begin with, haven't just faded away or grown apart, they've, from my perspective, deserted me, usually to fulfill and commit solely to a romantic relationship. My best friend when I was 14 ran off one day, saddling me with her roleplay forum, so that she could get married, all because her then-fiance said he didn't want me rping with her, because he said it made him jealous. (Nevermind that she was 26, straight, christian, and I was a girl at the time, and also 14, especially 14.)

Ever since then, and especially when compounded with other abandonment even by less close friends, I've been terrified of being replaced, forgotten, cast aside in favor of someone who will kiss them. Logically, I know the experience I detailed above was far from the norm, I shouldn't have been the best friend of an adult woman over 10 years my senior at all, there's no reason her fiance should have seen a kid as a threat especially over SFW wolf roleplay. But it happened regardless, and I started to notice that it was becoming a pattern.

So, I panicked, relentlessly pursued a boy who ended up abusing me, pursued a girl who assaulted me, forced myself to be sexually available to my partner, all for the security I was told a romantic sexual relationship was supposed to have that they wouldn't leave me if I was just good enough. For already obvious reasons, it didn't work, and I lost friends, and then I graduated high school and didn't speak to anyone except 2 people, who ARE still my friends, ever again.

So ever since then I've been wary. A bit more cagey with my trust. My current roommate flirted with me a week after we'd met and had spent that week texting for hours a day, and I snapped at him in a blind panic that I had done something to lead him on, and oh god, this nice boy I want to be friends with is going to leave me.

And he didn't? And now I live with him? And we're still friends, even as the nature of our relationship has changed?

And he introduced me to his other friends! And I'm dating one! And another got me into cosplay! And they accepted my best friend without batting an eye! And we've all been together since just before the pandemic hit, and we're each others confidants and homies hand in beautiful hand together.

But... while I had been able to safely ignore it for nearly 4 years, since the breakup with my ex boyfriend and only sexual/romantic partner since, the fear came back, and stronger, despite all the therapy and self help and building of my self confidence, and then I read that paragraph and panicked.

Because my friends and I are in our mid 20s, and while three of us are aroace, the other five aren't, and they want to form relationships and build families - my roommate wants to do so as fast as possible so he can get citizenship and stop worrying about the status of daca.

And I don't know what I'll do if I lose this group. I remember that stupid fucking paragraph on a single page on a textbook written for and by a small public college in the midwest, and I panic. What if they all get married, move out, have kids, and decide the rest of us aren't worth the effort to stay in touch? What if my roommate kicks me out before I'm ready, to go settle with a fiance? What if, and how will I survive it? The first experience already nearly killed me.

But I was relaying these fears to my grandma last night when she stopped me and asked me how many people in my family have gotten married.

Well... you and grandpa, nano and pops, nano and uncle frank, pops and eleanor, mom and dad, mom and ex step dad, mom and step dad...

I have a much bigger family than that.

My paternal aunt is partnered for 30 years and never intends to marry him. They live separately.

My dad has never remarried and has had unrelated, unromantic, unsexual roommates.

My two maternal great aunts have never been married and never dated and live together.

My half brother is still single with no plans to marry.

My unrelated uncle never married or partnered.

My unrelated aunt never remarried after getting divorced.

If wikipedia is accurate, my cousin hasn't remarried since 1997, and was only married for 7 years.

All my life, I've been fed the idea that damn near everyone settles down, marries, has kids, and this is the natural order of things, and what I must do too. I didn't realize until I laid it out that more of my family have been happily single and/or unmarried for most if not all of their lives than have been the opposite.

What the paragraph failed to mention, and what I failed to realize until last night, was that that statistic can only be even mostly accurate to a time that has already come and gone. It can only be accurate to the generations that birthed the rest of us, and even then, still has another few decades to go before anything will be confirmed.

The rest of us? The rest of us that put the internet's global spotlight on the next generation of the queer community? We're already breaking that trend wide open and proving the statistic wrong and outdated. We're actively choosing to reject the institutions of marriage and of home ownership among a world that ruined both for us. We're prioritizing friendship and shared love over exclusive romances, we're building and supporting communities and challenging the biases of white colonial rule and the relationship to marriage to 2.5 kids and a dog is little more than a soundbite of scorn and mockery.

So... maybe it won't happen, that thing I fear the most. Maybe I can continue to live with my friends, and come home to a lively house or set of apartments each day. Maybe, even if they marry and have 2.5 kids, it'll be a set of goblins we share. Maybe I've found my personal fulfillment, I just have to wait and find out.

I hope I have.

I'll try and hold onto that.

#seren yaps #sex ment cw #abuse ment cw #assault ment cw #suicide ment cw

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GOOD EVENING. YOUR "VOID FRENZY" HEADCANONS. HAND THEM OVER 🔫

GEEZUMS OK-

so um.

for me to talk about my headcanons for Void Frenzies, I gotta first talk about the Void and how it relates to Nightstalkers especially, cause, y'see-

The Void is a quirky lil thing.

There are numerous accounts and lore bits that talk about how the Void is, even though it's technically Light, almost like an entity unto itself.

"...I've discovered another little trick to getting in good with that yawning mouth of nothing we call the Void: exhaustion. When I start slipping into that twilight, where I'm not sure if I'm awake or dreaming, I can feel the absence. It's close enough to touch. I guess it doesn't matter if it's literal or metaphorical. The Void just likes it when I'm running on empty." - Nightstalker

"The Void ain't special. It sure is creepier than Solar or Arc, that's for sure. But it isn't special. Just show it respect, thank it for a lovely evening, and make sure you always pay your bill. So to speak. Then you've got nothing to worry about. See?" - Shard of the Traveler (Nightstalker)

"There are those who see the Void as dark. It is the folly of the simple mind, unable to perceive the brilliant richness of nothingness. The Void is not only the absence of Light, but Dark..." - Apotheosis Veil

Even further, countless lore tabs talk about the risks of using the Void and the reasons why it can be detrimental to use, especially for Nightstalkers, who balance on the knife's edge of powers and abilities that could prove to be exceptionally dangerous if not exercised with paramount discipline:

"I've had a dozen Hunters ask me why it's so hard to summon a Dusk Bow. I asked 'em what they thought of the Void, and their eyes told me everything. You can't be afraid. That's the secret. No fear." - Tevis, Log Entry 19338

"Picking it up is the easy part, Hunter. Putting it down again, well, you’ll find that it’s addictive, that power. This weapon is something special. Your Light gets twisted. Changed. You find the power to punch through and borrow something from the other side. The Void opens up a hole, and draws from the deep. Go ahead. Carry it a while, Hunter. You’ll feel how heavy it can get.” - Cayde-6, The Nightstalker's Trail

"Doesn't matter how good you are—you stay out there too long, you're not coming back. Not the same way you left, anyway." - Tevis Larsen, Graviton Forfeit

So I asked myself, what happens when a Guardian does go too far into the Void? What happens when the Void they take from finally decides to take something back?

And that's when the idea of Void Frenzies came to me.

So, how do they work?

I imagine they happen to Nightstalkers more often than Sentinels or Voidwalkers just due to the nature of their class and how it works, as well as my own personal knowledge being more expansive when it comes to the Void subclass for Hunters compared to Void Titan and Warlock. So for brevity's sake, I'm going to solely be referring to Nightstalkers for this. Although y'all can feel free to add on your own thoughts on how this might happen for Sentinels and Voidwalkers!

There are a few ways that Void Frenzies can be triggered, but more often than not they tend to be caused when a Nightstalker overtaxes themselves and overuses their Void without giving themselves room to breathe or time to calm down. Huge bouts of emotional turmoil and/or copious amounts of stress can also make a Nightstalker more susceptible to snapping thus triggering a Void Frenzy.

The telltale signs of a Void Hunter experiencing stress that, if it becomes uncontrollable, could lead to a Void Frenzy are as follows:

Living things such as trees, flowers and grass begin to die and wilt around them and any living creature feels like its energy is being siphoned from their body, mirroring the effects of the power we know as Devour.

The temperature of the air around them suddenly drops and turns stagnant. It's not just cold, it's also thick and musty. Unnaturally still. Entropic. Dead.

Void energy begins to course along their arms and face. It creeps under their skin like dark tendrils that they seem to be unable to control, as if it's infecting their very body. The Light underneath the skin of Awoken Guardians turns a dark purple. Their eyes, and the lights in Exos' mouths and optics, turn a brilliant violet, and their sclera—the whites of their eyes—turn black. Energy seeps from their eyes like thick, smoky tears. Purple smoke also can escape from their nose and mouths, even billowing up from the hollow cheeks of Exos.

They seem distant. Hungry. Tired. They become far more prone to spacing out. More often than usual. The Void likes when they run on empty, and the emptier they are, the stronger their connection to the Void becomes until, without proper discipline and control, it consumes them.

When a Void Frenzy occurs, it begins with the Hunter expelling a MASSIVE amount of Void energy around them as if they were casting a Super. Void Light bathes their form and often times will manifest in bladed weapons that look much like Spectral Blades, or in some cases, claws. This varies from Hunter to Hunter.

After this point, they have slipped into the grasp of the abyss and it will refuse to let go. They're only goal will to be to kill and consume as much energy as they can to feed the insatiable appetite of the emptinesses gaping maw. They cannot differentiate between friends and enemies and will attack anything that they see. The Void does not discriminate between energy sources and now neither do they. They do not control the Void anymore. The Void is in control of them. They are ferocious, insatiable, and extremely dangerous and will not stop consuming everything in their path until they either pass out or get shot.

The only ways to combat a Void Frenzy is to wait until their own energy has become exhausted and they burn out (which is not recommended as trying to contain Hunters in a Frenzy has proven to be nigh impossible), by suppressing them with the very energy that is controlling them and thus severing their own connection to the Void, or by killing them and allowing their Ghost to rez them so that the Light bathes and grounds them. The Vanguard tends to opt for killing Guardians in Void Frenzies on sight as it acts as a sort of hard reset that has proven to be the most effective and reliable method for quickly snapping a Guardian out of a Frenzy without causing too much extraneous stress, trauma or damage.

Guardians that have suffered from Void Frenzies are often given a one to two week mandatory leave of absence from their duties—the length being determined by the severity of the incident—and are encouraged and given the resources to take care of themselves until they have recovered enough and feel fit for duty.

In the fight against the Darkness, the last thing they need are Guardians losing themselves.

#i have simply thought about this SO much #BUNGIE WHY PAINT THE VOID AS SUCH A DANGEROUS TOOL AND THEN DO NOTHING WITH IT #I WANNA SEE A GUARDIAN LOSE THEIR MIND HDBEBSH #also PLEASE feel free to add on y'alls own ideas about the sentinel and voidwalker subclasses i would LOVE to hear them!! #void #the void #destiny void #nightstalker #destiny nightstalker #voidwalker #destiny voidwalker #sentinel #destiny sentinel #hunter #destiny hunter #titan #destiny titan #warlock #destiny warlock #guardians #destiny guardians #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #echosong971 #echo rambles #echo asks #echo answers #echo goes off about lore