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supercutszns · 5 months

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Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo

Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this 🤡🤡🫶

true colours; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader

synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.

warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending

notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also i’m pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everything’s fairly accurate!🌈

You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky.

This year, there were two.

As a child of Iris you’re technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls.

You’d probably move in there permanently if it weren’t for Hermes. Or rather, his son.

Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love.

It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day.

It used to bother you less. You’ve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. You’d basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen.

Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility.

Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. He’s spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sorts—admittedly a little ugly—but he’s never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him.

Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. “You just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.”

(You came in fifteenth.)

You don’t want to say that it’s him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?

It’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellan’s endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away.

“You alright there, sunshine?”

He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile.

“Yep,” you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know he’s saying it ironically.

You’ve always had a gift for identifying colour. It’s the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So you’ve memorized the way Luke’s eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when it’s hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but you’ve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabin—always with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up.

The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip you’ve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you.

Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes.

“Hey, Castellan!” Someone calls.

Luke’s head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. She’s all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and it’s obvious she knows it. You don’t know her name. But Luke does.

They fall into conversation the second she arrives. It’s just greetings, pleasantries, but there’s a coy smile on the girl’s face that betrays any sense of disinterest. “Heard you’re not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?” Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Luke’s shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. “I’m sure you’ll have a better chance with us.”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Dunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.”

Just like that, you’re out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. They’re all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when you’re popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting it’s a challenge not to fall in love with him.

So you can’t blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. It’s not like you’ve staked your claim on Luke—no one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know you’ll never stop someone from taking him first. It’s your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice.

You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that it’s nobody’s fault but yours. These people can’t be doing this on purpose. It’s just who they are. It’s who you are—always a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your mother’s daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you.

Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. He’s not nearly as captivating as Luke is—you don’t find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. There’s also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, “What the hell do you have on your face?”

It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. “Uh, what?” You stammer.

Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. You’re pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.

Paint. It’s leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Luke’s cheeks in the sun.

“Oh,” you say dumbly. It’s drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” without sounding too hurt.

You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. “I thought it looked—”

He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. “Oh my Gods, you’re that Iris kid that’s always singing, right?” She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. There’s something in there you can’t quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. “You’re, like, really good!” The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh.

“Oh, so good!” Another friend piles on.

Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear.

You don’t look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and you’re sure he’s enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Luke’s closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesn’t take. Now, it feels like you’ve dreamed it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girl’s ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. He’s suffocatingly smug when he grins, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go … wash that off? You don’t want to look like that at dinner.” He snorts. “For an Iris kid, you really aren’t good at taking a message.”

If you were a more confident person, maybe you’d point out how that didn’t really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and you’re weak enough as is.

"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Luke’s skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink.

You haven’t talked to him since.

It’s been a few days of you avoiding him, and it’s hard to explain to anyone why you’ve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are … a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know there’s no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too.

“Why haven’t you been talking to Luke?”

The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like you’re at camp and more like you’re in a fairytale.

“Helloooo, lady, I asked you a question.”

You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like they’re a bunch of unsavoury substances. “It looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why aren’t you talking to Luke?”

“How do you know I’m not talking to him?” You mutter as Lee sits beside you.

“Uh, because you’ve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you don’t sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other direction—”

“Lee!”

“I’m just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.” He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.

You don’t say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. “He waits for you, you know,” Lee continues, quieter. “In the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you don’t seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Luke’s ear. All her shades of beauty. You know it’s wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. You’re just … sad.

The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you don’t have to hear what you say next.

“I think I love him, Lee.” And then, “But I don’t think he loves me.”

There’s no sound except the scraping of your brush when it’s run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Oh,” Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin.

“You want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?” He asks after a minute. “Or at least … come to the bonfire song?”

“No to the first, yes to the second.”

You wish you said no to both.

The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth can’t hide Luke’s gaze peering over the embers.

He will not. Stop. Looking at you.

The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight it’s just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.

Now you’re acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. There’s an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:

You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there.

It’s dark, but you’ve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you don’t get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way.

Luke, calling your name.

At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, “Come on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?”

He’s got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks it’s practically in your ear. “Hey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.”

There’s something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you won’t have the strength to talk to him.

His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You can’t meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear.

“Look at me,” he repeats. “I just—I need to know what I did wrong.”

His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much you’ve missed studying his face—the slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that he’s missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks.

“I’m not—”

“You are. I know you. Just tell me why.”

He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it.

“Do you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?” You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. “The thing, with the paint on my cheek—why didn’t you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!”

His face falls. “I tried to tell you, I thought—”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like me, or that you’re embarrassed, or whatever, but I …” You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. “Everyone makes fun of me. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“Because I do like you,” he states, hand moving up to your forearm.

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “You’re so much … better, you know you are, and I don’t want your pity, or your spare time. I just—I made something up in my head that wasn’t there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and I’m really, really sorry—”

“It looked cute. I was trying to say I didn’t tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.”

There’s a lull.

“What?” You blink stupidly.

“I know I should’ve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didn’t think we’d run into anyone before then.” His cheeks tinge red. “I had this whole dumb thing planned out where I’d wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.”

His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, “Why?”

A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. “Why do you think?”

His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. “But the girl—”

“She tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,” he smiles fondly. “Told her you made it for me. It shut her up. I don’t know what that guy said to you but I chewed ‘em all out the second you left. They knew I wasn’t happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."

You don’t know what to say. It’s too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.

“I found the paintings,” he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. “The ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, there’s no one in the world that can make me look that … beautiful.”

The last word is apprehensive but it’s spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think you’re dreaming. “I knew I had to tell you after that. I’ve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.”

“Tell me what?” It’s a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He cocks his head, but you nod. “I’m in love with you, I think.”

The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you can’t seem to control what comes out. “Luke, are you joking?”

“Not even a little.”

“But you’ve got so many other—”

“I want you.”

“I am literally the most incompetent person alive; I can’t sing, I can’t talk to people, I have a weird knee—”

"Your knee is fine!"

"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it's—"

“Okay, clearly the telling thing isn’t working so I guess I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

It happens so quickly you don’t have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised “oh” before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. He’s gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panic—where should you put your hands? How do you know you’re doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in.

He starts to smile against your lips. You’re almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think you’re going to evaporate. “I don’t think I’m very good at this,” you whisper.

“You’re perfect.” He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. “And none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, you’re definitely a better singer than me.”

Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. “Next time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.”

You blush harder than you ever have in your life. “Only if you try painting me,” you say quietly.

“Of course. You’re very pretty, so I’m sure my horrible artistic skills won’t even make you look bad.”

Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all it’s worth.

In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.

When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.

She's given you two more rainbows.

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genshin-impact-unofficial · 6 months

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💘~Let me see you~💘

Genshin men brushing your hair away from your face.

Ft. Itto, Diluc, Xiao, Tighnari

Tags: long-haired!reader, pre-relationship, huge crushes, fluff, meet cutes, a little gaslighting for flavor, flustered dorks, extremely PG here just sweet torturous pining. Note: I'm back! If this looks familiar than it probably is. Other than a few tweaks, this is a repost from my old blog! I will be posting my old stuff and working on new things too! Enjoy!

Itto

Listen…. This man’s impulse control is ZERO. So reaching out and tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear was never a second thought.

Itto has always been a touchy person. You are no stranger to being included in elaborate handshakes, crushing hugs, palm aching high-fives, and the occasional holding of the hand while he leads you to the next bout of mischief the gang is getting into.

This touch tho….. was so much softer than you've ever thought the oni capable of. You'd question whose hands they were if not for the soft graze of Itto’s long pointed nails.

It's not weird unless you make it weird...... Please don't make it weird.

If you point out the gesture, he insists that he was just helping a homie out. Bro is DENSE, absolutely clueless that he has a big ol' crush.

Everyone in the Arataki gang was dying to know what would happen next in the newest adventure novel from Yea Publishing House. This volume of the popular story had just been released and if they weren’t quick enough it was bound to sell out! Sure, it was only going to take a couple days to restock but the spoilers were guaranteed to be all over the streets by then. Itto was at the forefront of the line, insisting the whole gang camp out early to snag one. It became evident that this is where the Oni’s foresight had ended. The rowdy bunch was standing in front of the seller when the realization had hit; you were all too broke to get copies. In an act of impulse desperation, you had the bright idea to ban together. One by one, members emptied each of their wallets of what little mora they had. You could hear the grumbles and complaints from other people waiting in line as you quickly added it all up. Shinobu would definitely scold you all if she there and not caught up in ‘cool ninja stuff’ as Itto calls it. You proudly announced it was enough for one volume.... and a couple snacks. Overall, a complete success in Itto's book!

“Great going Y/N! We have the next volume of ‘I Stubbed My Toe And Became A Vampire Magical Girl In Another World’ AND we have enough tri-colored dango to go around! See? What did I tell ya? We keep nothing but the best here in the Arataki gang!” The oni bragged with the widest grin stretching from ear to ear. He laughed as he wrapped one beefy arm around you and punched the other triumphantly in the air. Itto’s energy was contagious and soon even you were also holding the book up and exclaiming with the others just how much the Arataki gang rules.

Broke and happy, the ban of hoodlums cheered for their victory and gathered on the beach. You’ve learned a thing or two since joining the Arataki gang, like how to get comfortable almost anywhere. You handled getting the bonfire going as Mamoru was already poking sticks through lavender melons. The rest of the guys were off grabbing makeshift seats like stumps or big rocks. It didn’t take long since this was far from their first rodeo. Once the fire was big and healthy, Itto boisterously bestowed upon you the honor of storyteller. The boys eagerly sat around the fire to finally enjoy the fruits of their labor. You chuckled at his antics and dove right into the first pages. You barely registered how Itto diligently chose the closest seat and hung off your every word. Everyone was a great audience, ooo's and ahh's were always right on cue.

The main character just discovered their newest magic vampire power and were heading into the heat of their latest battle when…. you froze. The words on the page stopped computing as soon as you felt a feather soft touch on your skin. Tentative fingers swept across your forehead and lingered for just a moment behind your ear. You must have been so caught up in the excitement that you didn't think to tie up your hair. It was spilling over your face while you were reading. When you glance over, you are met with Itto's complete and utter attention. His intensely crimson eyes are locked on only you, listening intently with a relaxed smile across his features. He looked at ease and entirely oblivious to the fact that he just made your heart skip a beat.

"Boss you can flirt with Y/N later! The big fight is about to happen!" Genta complained loudly, followed by agreeing groans from the rest of the boys.

"Pffft flirting?!?!? I was just looking out for my bud here! As a responsible leader of this crew its my responsibility to-... to make sure Y/N doesn't get hair in their mouth and choke! I just saved their life! It’s foresight like this that makes me qualified to be the head honcho around here!" Itto's ramblings got louder and more confident with each word, thoroughly doubling down on his point. The Oni stood at full height and began spewing his facts about the serious dangers of choking and the statistics of deaths by hair per year, most of which you were sure were untrue.

"Ok! Ok boss! Sure, please can we get on with the novel?" Akira groaned, not fooled for one second, but wanting so badly for it to end.

You put the bumbling man out of his misery and cleared your throat loudly. Itto’s ego was stroked enough and took the hint to settle down. The man reclaimed his spot next you without a fuss, his dopey smile returned yet again. You attempted to cover your heated cheeks with your book and willed yourself to forget the tingling on your skin where Itto's touch had lingered. You shook your head up clear your thoughts enough to get comfortable once again. There were still the final chapters to get through and the show must go on!

Diluc

LET ME TELL YOU! This man has TOO MUCH impulse control.

Diluc is so well-versed in etiquette and would never carelessly reach into someone's personal space without permission. Unless it’s a FIGHT.

Something about you makes all that etiquette go right out the window. He is doing it before he can think himself out of it.

He would scold himself for overstepping and possibly making you uncomfortable. He apologies earnestly, ever the gentleman.

Internally flustered, but hides it a little too well. Composure is this man's bread and butter after all.

Is acutely aware of the fondness they have for you. He often busies himself with other matters to keep from dwelling on it too much.

To say you bit off more than you could chew would be an understatement. The sack of potatoes you bought from Springvale looked deceptively light before. In your rush to get back to Dawn Winery, you didn't even think to use a wagon or bring any help. You were sure Adelinde was going to be so disappointed at how late you were.

As the newest maid, you were eager to prove yourself. Everyone at the manor was nice, but Master Diluc seemed particularly reserved with you. The master of the house was quite friendly at first, often sharing a few conversations with you as you cleaned around his office. You deliberated whether it was the vases of flowers you switched out in his office. Cecelias just seemed to brighten up the place more. Or maybe it was when you arranged his meals to resemble cute animals sometimes. But you only did that when you notice him having a particularly rough day! Ugh, he must think you're so unprofessional.

You let your thoughts wonder as you miserably carried your potato’s. Soon you felt your steps become sluggish and a slight tremble in your arms, signaling you couldn't go much further. The winery was still another half mile away but you had no choice. You slumped down in defeat on a near by rock. You were sure definitely going to be fired for this, how careless of you to not think ahead. Even if Diluc disliked you, you really enjoyed your time at the winery and getting to know everyone. You hung your head in shame, praying that you at least got to say goodbye to the rest of the staff before getting kicked out the manor.

"Y/N? Are you hurt?" A hand cut through your curtain of hair that blocked your view of the approaching figure. Gingerly, the gloved hand guided the strands away from your face and tucked them behind your ear. Diluc was crouching in front of you, his intense gaze scanned your features for discomfort.

"Master Diluc! No I'm alright! I'm so sorry I-" You quickly explained your situation and tried to stay focused while Diluc's gentle touch lingered on your skin. He seemed visibly relieved to learn you were unharmed. It was only then he noticed his encroachment. The man jerkily retracted his hand and leaned away to give you some space. The red haired man seemed alarmed for but a moment before clearing his throat to recompose himself.

"My apologies, I heard you gone alone to Springvale and had still not returned. This path can be dangerous when it gets late. I saw you crouched over and I thought.... Regardless I apologize for my boldness.” Diluc stated awkwardly. Despite his shyness, he still looked every part of a prince when he stood and offered you his hand.

“Thank you for being concerned.” You smiled and took his hand. “I’m just lucky to have such a thoughtful master! There was no need to come all the way out here for me.” You lied through your teeth and turned to attempt to lift the sack once again. Diluc cleared his throat and visibly clammed up once more. Wordlessly, he lifted the potatoes in your arms and began walking back to the winery. You tried insisting that you could do it, but he stubbornly declined and refused to meet your gaze. It was quite endearing to see the confident master of the dawn winery made such a bashful gesture. Perhaps your boss didn’t dislike you as much as you think....

Xiao

Be nice. Dude doesn’t understand the intimacy of the gesture. Why are you suddenly acting so strange?

Xiao was just annoyed that it was in the way. As a man of action, it was only natural to moved it. It is nothing more.

He wasn’t going to let a strand of hair keep him from looking at your face. Why is that such a big deal? Why are you red? He’s just telling you the truth.

Nah, it was you and your mortal reactions that is making him flustered. It was you staring at him with those big cute mortal eyes that’s causing this. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss)

Is either clueless or refuses to connect the dots that he likes you a lot. Its probably a mixture of both.

Working at the Wangshu Inn came with a few perks and stargazing after your shift was by far your favorite. The view, sounds, and atmosphere were wonderful. And it wasn’t just anywhere that you also get a quality companion to share it with. You had just settled in and laid the two plates of almond tofu next to you. It took but a few moments from when his name left your lips for Xiao to appear. The stoic man wordlessly walked over and took his usual seat nearby. Routine took over from there but getting to this point was akin to pulling teeth.

Xiao was annoyed when you initially took a liking to his vantage point. The adeptus could see all the surrounding hillychurl camps from the spot you insisted on sitting at for hours. He took no joy in intimidating humans, but his looming presence usually worked to deter mortals from he didn’t want them to be. Imposing aura or not, everyone has to share. You stubbornly stood your ground and stated the roof was plenty big enough for the two of you. Xiao would never resort to physically moving you, therefore was forced to relent. He remained out of sight but you sometimes caught glimpses of him when he would arrive there first. You couldn’t help the small inkling of guilt in your chest from forcing the other out of the spot. You really didn’t mind sharing. As a peace offering you began to leave small gifts behind. Sometimes they were small trinkets, some folded origami, or occasionally fruits and other snacks. When you saw your gifts still there, you would simply take it and replaced it with something else. It took nearly two months but when you returned to see your gift gone for the first time, you couldn’t help but smile the rest of the night. It became like a habit, not unlike befriending a crow.

Learning Xiao took a liking to almond tofu was the real game changer. You made your best effort to cook the dish yourself, cutting no corners. When you left the meal box there you expected it to be like the other gifts that disappeared into the night. It was a shocking to see something in return the next day. It took only a few more days for the yaksha to finally cave and joined you. He primarily insisted that you didn’t have to keep making your offerings. You laughed when the realization hit you. You spent the last months quite literally making offerings to an adeptus, praying for forgiveness.

Over time, the company became expected on the rooftop and the silence was comfortable. When conversation was sparked it flowed naturally and cemented an unlikely friendship. Although friendlier, Xiao could still be blunt and dismissive at times. It happened especially when he became frustrated with understanding mortal’s ever changing customs.

“You can’t just hold people’s faces like that!” You squeak, hiding your burning face in your hands.

“I wasn’t holding your face. I was moving your hair away, its blowing everywhere. I can’t even see you when its this windy. You should be wearing it up so I can look at you while you’re talking.” Xiao responded defensively but his tense tone didn’t match the words leaving his mouth. It especially contrasted the way he had used both his hands to smooth down your hair on each side, pausing to look back into eyes. When his stare hadn't let up, you were the one to break away. Your heart was damn near about to beat out of your chest.

“That’s something that.... lovers do! It’s embarrassing in this context.” You try to explain, noticing his frustration. Xiao’s eyes widened just a tad before avoiding eye contact altogether and crossing his arms.

“That doesn’t make sense. Just forget it happened then and keep telling your story about the inn guest.” The yaksha stated, grabbing his plate and turning away as he listened. The moon was just full enough for you to spot a small dusting of pink on Xiao’s ears. You decided to show him mercy and didn’t push it further. After all, it would probably take weeks of offerings for him to forgive you for teasing him.

Tighnari

No sweat. Doesn’t even bat an eye at the physical contact. He’s just being practical.

It doesn’t stop there. This dude will give you a whole up-do. It’s dangerous to keep your hair loose like that in the forest. He’s seen plenty of cases.

Your safety comes first and foremost. As soon as Tighnari notices it obstructed your vision he is on it. He’s surprisingly good at styling it too. Its not unlike braiding ropes and vines.

More insistent than normal on the matter. He claims it’s because you’re still relatively new to the forest. But other forest watchers may beg to differ.

He considers you a good friend, but it does confuse him when he notices these odd waves of protectiveness. It’s something he’s going to have to research further before coming to any solid conclusions.

There is extensive in-depth training that each forest ranger must go through before being allowed to step foot outside the marked trails of the Avidya Forest. It was grueling, but totally worth it when you saw you were finally scheduled for your first real patrol! As part of training, Forest Watcher Tighnari was assigned to accompany you and show you the ropes. You meticulously poured your lesson notes and made sure you had all necessary equipment on hand. Tighnari was the best there was and there was a part of you that really wanted to impress him. He was sure to quiz you right? There is no way he would let someone into the dangerous parts of the forest without being sure that you knew your stuff right? Nerves were definitely getting the better of you.

In hindsight it was quite silly to have worried so much. Tighnari was surprisingly easy to get along with and not afraid to get straight to the task at hand. As the week went on, you eagerly accompanied him on his routes and witnessed first hand just how brilliant the forest watcher was.

You didn’t expect how down to earth the revered Chief Forest Watcher Tighnari turned out to be. It was common for him to go off on tangents and lectures here and there, but it never felt like he was just trying to flex his knowledge or question yours. He was kind of excitable in that way, and you couldn’t help but find it quite endearing. You picked up on the quirks that indicated that was become accustomed to rangers spacing out while he talked on and on. Tighnari even seemed surprised that you had follow up questions about the topics he was just rambling on about. His ears were always a dead giveaway that he was caught off guard. Even someone without a big ol’ stupid crush would have found it cute.

The tall fluffy ears in question may or may not have added to your carelessness on this particular hike. Perhaps it was why a tiny little branch sent you tumbling down into a ravine. Later you would be corrected that the ravine in question would more accurately be labeled a gully, though that specific fun fact was far less welcomed.

“Y/N?!? Are you alright? Don’t move, I’ll be right there.” Tighnari called out urgently and hurried over to you.

“I’m okay. I don’t know how well you can treat a bruised ego though...” You called back. Attempting a joke to hide how embarrassed you felt. It wasn't your smoothest move. Tighnari was there in moments to help you sit up. His nimble fingers began untangling your hair from your face so that he could to get a better look at you.

“This isn’t a time for jokes Y/N. That could have been a serious fall.” You've heard this tone before. It was usually reserved for reckless forest visitors or rangers that didn't heed his instructions and cause trouble. This was your first time being on the receiving end and to make things worse you looked a mess with twigs and dirt covering you from head to toe.

“I know. I’ll be better next time.” You replied dejected. Tighnari managed to brush your hair back to take a look, but your eyes darted anywhere else while he examined you.

“You're lucky enough to walk out of that with just a couple minor abrasions. Just be careful alright?” Tighnari concluded, his tone softened considerably. You braved yourself to sneak a small glance up at him and he offered you a comforting smile. “Although, I do have an inkling of what caused you to misstep in the first place.” The forest watcher continued.

“And what would that be?” You asked far too quickly. The only way you were ever going to admit to ogling over your boss’ cute fluffy fox ears was over your dead body god damn it!

“Having your hair loose at this length can prove quite hazardous while paroling. I must have overlooked it before. Here, come sit I think I have a solution.” A careful hand guided you over to a nearby log. Next you felt the small tugs and pulls of the remaining twigs being dislodged from your hair. Tighnari was gentle but efficient while he worked behind you.

The ambiance of the forest made the silence quite enjoyable. It became so relaxing you could fall asleep if you wanted. You probably would have too, but you became hyper-aware each time Tighnari's gloved fingers brushed past your skin. After some time he announced he was done and you reached behind your head to feel what you could only describe as an intricate braid leading down your back.

“Wow! I didn’t expect.... thank you!” You said, in awe at his handwork.

“All in a day’s work. Come on we should be heading back before dark.” Tighnari led the way back to the trail. “And uh, watch your step.” He added with a sly grin. You rolled you eyes and chuckled at the playful sass. There’s plenty interesting specimens to learn about in the Avidya Forest and you were sure you just found your favorite.

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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Liar Liar Pants on Fire

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, takes place in the early episodes of season 1, porn with a lil plot, innocence kink (kinda), realistic loss of virginity, cherry popping, blood, piv, kinda soft dom!rafe, underaged drinking, mentions of weed, kinda public sex, hints of body insecurity, praise kink, biting, unprotected sex but reader is on bc, not edited

Summary: During a party, y/n teases Rafe and says something that flipped a switch in him. He drags her out to Toppers boat.

A/N: recently just started watching OBX and of course my love for toxic men just had to write smut for my husband Rafe Cameron

It was Summer and of course the Kook prince had to throw a party.

We were all sat around a fire pit, Sarah and Top on one chair, while I was with Kelce on a bench as we both nursed our second beers of the night.

Though I was a year older than Sarah, Top, and Kelce, they were my closest friends. Sar’s brother, Rafe, was in the friend group too but he obviously has his friends that are his age.

“Your boobs look amazing in that top!” Sarah said from across the fire.

I look down at my top to admire it also. I flashed her a giggly smile and a thanks.

I can feel Kelce stare at my chest. I was used to guys looking at me especially my guy friends, but I liked toying around with them and teasing.

I leaned towards his ear. “You wanna touch them, don’t ya?” I whispered in a sultry voice.

He shook his said up and down. My hand grabbed his jaw, turning his face so we make eye contact.

“Well that’s just too bad.” I giggled as I let go and patted his cheek roughly.

Topper let out a laugh that made him spit out a little of his beer.

“Poor Kelce!” a voice behind me said.

I turned my head to see Rafe motherfucking Cameron. The boy that everyone wanted a piece of.

His eyes looked down on me as I sat low on the bench.

He took a few steps closer to me. “That was a good one.” he combed his fingers through my hair but once he got to the end he tugged a little, earning a little whine from me.

He gave his signature smirk and signaled me to scoot closer to Kelce so he can sit next to me.

Rafe was like me, always teasing. The group was used to us teasing each other or us teasing some other Kooks.

I put my feet up on the bench and turned my body facing Rafe. “Open ur legs.” I said to him.

“You know usually I’d listen after a date or two, but for you i’ll accept it.” He scoffed as he widened his legs.

I put my sock covered feet between his thighs, my heel grazing his bulge. I could see his jaw tighten.

God, teasing him felt so good.

With a cold beer bottle in his hand, Rafe dragged the glass from my ankle up to my knee. It sent goosebumps even with the bonfire keeping me warm.

I lift my heel a little and press it just a little onto his bulge through his linen pants. I can feel my leg rise from his hip bucking up, unnoticed to the others.

He clicked his tongue and brought his hand behind my neck, pulling me close to his face.

“You’re a tease y/n.” he grumbled into my ear. I can smell the alcohol and weed mixed with his cologne.

“C’mon Rafe, I know you like it.” my hand reached to his hair to mess it up a bit. I imagine how his hair would look after he railed me, how his hair would stick to his forehead.

He chuckled as he took a swig from his beer.

“Ooo I like that!” I chimed, my eyes bright.

He looked at me confused, thinking that i’m crazy or something. “Like what?”

“I like saying your name.” My thumb rubbed circles behind his ear.

“You do?” his eyebrows were raised but he was playful.

I put my mouth right by his ear, my cheek against his so nobody can hear me.

“Don’t ya wanna hear me moan it? Oh Rafe. Right there Rafe. Fu-fuck Rafe.” I fake moaned as my left hand rested my beer bottle on top of his crotch where his pants tightened.

“Music to my ears, but I’m gonna need to hear it for real.”

I bit at my lip. “Rafey. Please please take my virginity. Oh Rafe.” I teased again.

His head whipped fast, his face turned to me as our noses were barely touching. His eyes were blown and his nose was flaring.

“What?” I said. I was genuinely confused, I was worried I did something wrong, that I pissed him off.

He pushed my legs away from his and standing up. He blocked the fire from me, his shadow looming over me.

“Rafe?” I looked at him as his chest rose and fell fast.

“Get up.” he commanded.

I stood up on my feet, leaving my beer on the bench. I was confused and i’m sure it showed on my face.

He looped two fingers through the belt loops of my jean shorts, turning away and pulling me away from the group.

“Hey, where are you guys going?” Sarah yelled.

“Shut up!” Rafe yelled at his sister which earned him a middle finger from her.

I took my hand and smacked his shoulder. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“You shut the fuck up too.” he pulled me harder behind him as we still walked to who-knows-where.

The sound of our feet hitting the did changed to thuds of metal, we were on Topper’s dock.

We reached Topper’s new boat, the red and black gleamed in the light of the moon.

“Get in.” he commanded again.

“You’re joking. Top is gonna get mad.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Y/n.” he looked down at me. “get. in.”

I sighed and turned away from him to get ahold of the boat, taking a step down into the new $200k boat.

I can feel Rafe’s presence behind me, both of us getting into the boat.

I sat in the captains chair, spinning around and playing around with the wheel.

He towered over me, all I tried to do was ignore him.

“You’re a virgin?” He said with a slight rasp.

I stopped toying around and sighed, slouching into the chair.

“Yeah.” I whispered out.

“Fuck.” he chuckled. He put his hand on the back of the captains chair, leaning his body forward. “You do a whole lotta teasing for a virgin.”

“It’s fun.” I flashed him a small girly smile.

His hand moved to the side of my face, his thumb rubbing on the apples of my cheeks. “Well do you wanna lose it or not?”

I looked at him in his eyes, they’re blown. Black taking over the color of his eyes. His lips were close to mine, his touch sent butterflies all over.

“Yeah.” I choked out.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I wanna lose it Rafe.” he tilted his head back with a groan.

Seeing his throat and his adam’s apple bob made me feel some type of way.

He looked back down at me before pulling my face towards his. Connecting our lips.

He pulled me up and brought me down onto the seats of the boat, my back laid down against the leather.

His hands reached down to my buttons of my shorts. “Are you sure?”

“C’mon Rafe! I’ve been waiting for you to.” I joked around but made sure he knew I was serious.

I unbuttoned my shorts swiftly with one hand as his other held my cheek as he brought his lips to mine again.

I helped him by taking off my shorts, leaving me in my crewneck and my bikini.

His tongue pressed at my lips asking for entrance, our saliva mixing. I’m able to taste the weed and alcohol.

His bulge was grinding onto my clothed clit, I was getting wetter with every ounce of pressure he put on my core.

His free hand toyed with my hem of my sweater, tugging it upwards.

I pull away from his lips.

“On or off?” it’s like he was able to read my mind with what I was going to tell him.

“On.” I quickly said before I pulled him down onto my lips again.

He rolled his hips into my core. “Fuck do that again.” I moaned out into his ear as he sucked bruises onto the column on my throat.

He repeatedly was grinding against me, I was getting more and more slick.

He dragged his free hand down to my hip, drawing light and feathery circles onto the skin. His fingers then moving to the bundle of nerves that made me both tense and relax.

“Look at you. Responding so well to my touch.” he spoke so deep.

It was like his words flowed with the figure 8’s his fingers were making. My body was on auto pilot, my hips bucking up into his hand.

“You think you’re ready, huh?” he asked.

I whined a yes.

He sat up and kneeled on his knees on the seat, my body tilted up by my elbows with my chest rising and falling.

He looked at me with hungry dark eyes as his fingers worked at the buttons of his pants. His bulge prominent which made my mouth water.

He stood up to pull down his pants, leaving him in his tight boxers and his shirt.

“Can I touch?” I looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“Fuck, go ahead.” he sighed out.

I sat up and licked my lips. My hands landed on his hips, my thumbs swiping against the material of his boxers.

I brought my lips to his clothes crotch, leaving kisses on his tent. My saliva leaving lip marks on the cloth.

I left kisses on his pelvis bone, making sure that my cheek put pressure on his cock. I can feel his precum leaking through the cloth of his underwear.

He groaned and lord I wish I recorded the sounds he made. His hand tangled into my hair, taking control over my movement.

His hand moving my head back to the center where my lips touch his bulge. My moans against him made him groan and give out whines he tried to hide.

“You’re so good for me.” he breathed out as he pulled me up by my hair and forcing my head into a kiss.

“It’s your last chance to back out.” he looked at me sincerely while he palmed himself.

“Take it Rafe.” I went on the tips of my toes to kiss him.

He pulled down his boxers and with a thud against his skin, his cock was standing hard against his abs.

He pushes my body down onto the seat of the boat and slid his body on top of mine. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

He pulls my bikini bottom to the side, his fingers rubbing my slick around. The tips of his fingers intendedly missing the places where I wanted him the most.

He is a tease and so am, that’s compatibility for you.

He leans down so his tip is at my entrance. He puts a free hand between my breasts, feeling my heart racing and my chest rising.

“Breath. Tell me when to stop.” I nodded with my lip stuck between my teeth.

This was the most calm and caring i’ve ever seen him, his eyebrows softened, and all the tension on the surface was gone.

He took his time and made sure I was comfortable for my first time. He pushed in his tip which makes me inhale and dig my nails into his shoulder.

He looks at me to make sure he can push in more, I give him confirmation to just push it all it.

It burns, the stretch is sore and feels uncomfortable. I’ve never felt this full, i’ve never felt this mix of pleasure and pain.

I patted his shoulder to signal Rafe to move. He pulled out half way and grind back into me, his pelvis rubbing at my clit.

The pain started to go away the more he thrusted in and out.

“Oh fuck” I moaned out as I tilted my head up to look at where our bodies were connected.

I’m able to see the strings of my slick attaching itself to the fair skin of Rafes cock, pelvis, and balls.

The feeling in my tummy tightened with each thrust. His balls hit my ass cheeks repeatedly, they rippled.

“Rafe rafe rafe!” I whimpered into his neck, trying not to be so loud.

“C’mon y/n, give it to me. C’mon.” he accentuated his words.

I tried to hold it in, but it kept on unraveling and tugging. It was so tight at the pit of my stomach.

I squeezed my legs around his torso and just let go, biting the junction between his shoulder and neck.

I was sure I broke skin and that the metallic taste was his blood. He groaned and hissed from the pain which he loved.

I sucked where my teeth punctured and soothed it with my tongue.

Once I calmed down, he pulled out of me which made me hiss. I tilted myself up and watched him tug his cock with his hand.

His voice was angelic. “Fuck! I love how I ruined you.” he held his bottom lip between his teeth, groaning.

His eyes remained in contact with mine, never looking else where.

I flashed him a little smile as my eyes raked up his body, from his cock to his abs, to that gorgeous face.

That smile was his final straw. He shot large loads of cum onto my bathing suit bottoms and on his hand.

With the little bit of light coming from the party, I can see the mixture of my cum and his, with my blood on his hand.

I swiped my finger onto my bathing suit bottoms, collecting the just released cum. I brought it to my mouth and wrapped my lips around my finger.

My eyelids were heavy but I wanted to see Rafe’s reaction. I hummed at the salty warm taste, I was addicted.

His jaw was still open as he caught his breath but his eyes and his cock showed that this was just the beginning.

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luvymelody · 7 months

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tsukishima kei - bonfire : wave to earth

"you're so full of shit bro.."

y/n muttered as tsukishima waved his paper infront of their face, a smirk adoring his face and the urge to laugh about to leave tsukishima.

"what? sad because you're a sore loser? suck it up idiot."

tsukishima teased, as he lowered his head down to meet y/n's head level and y/n's face grew red out of anger.

"shut up! you literally won by 2 marks!"

"doesn't matter, i still won our bet."

y/n and tsukishima had a bet that whoever had higher marks in the final math exam, they would have to do whatever the winner did for the next week.

the score of 91% flashed through y/n's mind as she held her head and whined loudly.

"i hate you so much."

"nah you love me. but i hate you more."

at first, tsukishima's commands were reasonable and normal for a winner like him, such as buying him a drink from the vending machine, or do his homework from time to time for the week, but then the dynamic changed.

"go out with me."

"what??"

"for the bet thing stupid, i wanted to go with yamaguchi but he couldn't because he was busy, the new aquarium near mizusawaesashi station."

"ooo! i didn't know you liked aquarium's kei!"

"whatever, you have to go anyway."

"ohmygoodness okay i will you big baby."

tsukishima turned and walked away with his hands in his pockets, lastly yelling out to get his a soda in the vending machine that was right next to y/n, as she turned her head to the vending machine and then back at tsukishima was walked away.

"what?! you were right here get it yourself!!"

y/n grumbled as her hair didn't sit right on the top of her head, she didn't realise the looming figure of tsukishima behind her as he ruffled her hair, turning around she whined at tsukishima,

"kei! my hair!"

"no one cares how you look weirdo, let's walk around-"

tsukishima commented, grabbing her arm and pulling her around the place, her arm hurt in the tight grip that tsukishima had on her, as she directed her hand to his hand, intertwining them as tsukishima stopped to turn and look down at y/n.

she looked up, questioning him with the rise of her eyebrow.

"what?"

"nothing."

tsukishima whipped his head around, fighting the blood rushing to his face as he adjusted his glasses with his free hand.

"kei! look at the pretty fish!"

tsukishima was pulled left and right, truth be told, he just wanted a peaceful evening with y/n by his side, since he was the winner he wanted to make this bet to his advantage and have private time with y/n, he had liked y/n but he didn't wanna admit to anyone, not even yamaguchi even though they were childhood friends.

"yeah..."

tsukishima stared at y/n as she beamed at the fish, they practically zipped through the water at how fast they swam through the water and she was admiring the colours of them through the glass.

"isn't it pretty kei?"

she turned her head, not expecting that tsukishima was already looking at her, she blushed and whipped her head back at the fish.

"yeah they're pretty. kiss me."

y/n grew sheepish, making eye contact with tsukishima as he held her waist with one arm,

"what? is this a joke? this better not be-"

"why would i tell you to kiss me as a joke? you don't wanna kiss me-?"

tsukishima teased once again with a small smirk, but she shut him up as her eyes shut closed and she kissed him as their lips touched together, she clutched onto the collar of his shirt and her lips practically moulded into his, kissing all of his lips.

his eyes were wide open as she kissed him with passion, but his eyes fluttered closed as he used both arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her in closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoeing so she could reach even his neck, even then was he too tall.

as they separated, y/n opened her eyes to see tsukishima with a smirk but with red tinted cheeks, she puffed looking away with a flustered face and tsukishima could laugh at her.

#tsukishima kei #haikyuu #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x female reader #female reader

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cissa-calls · 7 months

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Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 626

Agatha: *reaches her hand to touch Wanda’s red leather jacket*

Wanda, facing away: “I dare you”

Agatha: *reaches further* “Yeah right, like you’ll actually do anything. Ever since Wundagore you’ve gone soft”

Y/N: “Ooo, you’re playing with fire”

Agatha, touching the jacket: “Yeah, perhaps a spark”

Wanda, seizing her wrist and pulling it: “I WARNED YOU”

Y/N: “Or perhaps a bonfire. WANDA DON’T”

#everyone loves to forget Wanda is just as depraved if not moreso #wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #coven of chaos counter #coven of chaos #incorrect marvel quotes #agatha: darkhold diaries #Darkhold diaries counter #Darkhold diaries

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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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That's My Kind Of Night Chapter: 1 |Complete|

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x (Southern!F)Reader word count: 1,932

Summary: Jake takes leave and goes back to Texas. His friend is now married with a woman. This woman's friend gets under his skin and he loves it.

Warnings: cussin', flirtin', heavy banter, angst, mentions of a lot of southern recreations in this series, Sexual tension. Mature

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Jake throws a bag in the back of his truck. He hopped in the driver's side. It roars to life, sending vibrations all through the cab. He pulls out of the driveway and sends a text to let the boys know he's heading out.

Hangman is on leave for a month. There is a party with some of his life-long friends and their new women. Jake had stopped to grab a couple of cases of beer. It was going to be a night like his younger years.

The group is meeting at the lake. Four wheelers will be muddy, Beers will be passed around, swimming in the lake, the ladies might even start mud wrestling in the pit, and of course, ending the night with a bonfire.

Jake parked the truck next to a few of his buddies out in the pasture. He hopped out and grabbed his things. "Jake!" Blake yelled out. They grabbed hands and pulled each other in, then out for a quick hug. The two friends hadn't seen each other in quite some time.

"Man, it has been a minute. How have you been?" Jake happily greeted Blake. He had joined the Army, while Jake had opted for the Navy. They looked polar opposite. Blake's black hair contrasting to the lighter shade of Jakes. The brown eyes are much different to Jake's seafoam green.

"I've been great, man. Missions have been a little out there, but nothing I can't handle." Blake had an ego, but not near as mighty as Jake's.

"I know the feeling, man. I've saved a couple of lives myself." He chuckled deeply and puffed up ever so slightly. "I'm one of the few that have had confirmed air to air kills. I was the only one, but a few of my coworkers had a stroke of luck." His face beaming with pride.

"Good on you, man!" Blake exclaimed. Clapping his shoulder. "Hey, come on. Come meet my old lady. She is hell on wheels. Her friend ain't much better. They are firecrackers."

Jake nodded. "Show me the way home, Blake." Blake's chuckle bellowed. The roots showed in the women in Fightertown.

They just weren't quite like the southern belles of Texas. It was quite noticeable when the pair came into view of the tracks. Two women stood tossing handfuls of mud at one another. He could tell they were playfully bickering.

They were both covered in dirt, wet, and dried. Their pants were tight on top and boot cut loose to fit their boots on the bottom. Their tank tops matched with one wearing pink and the other wearing purple. He could barely tell a difference with all the mud. The pair of women were definitely about to start wrestling. They both laughed as one tackled the other. "You'd better not." The girl that pounced said. The one on the ground that had been tackled looked up and noticed the men at the other side of the track about 30 feet.

" Ooo Honeybee, look at what we have here." She was shouting to you, the pouncer, with the nickname you had been graced with years ago. "You must be Jake. I'm Vanny, The new Mrs." She held out her hand.

Jake took it softly in his and winked at her. "Very nice to meet you, Vanny." Vanny blushed. "Blake, honey, you are right about him being a charmer." She smiled back at her husband.

Vanny then introduced you by name, "but everybody calls me Honeybee." You cut her off before she could add anything too embarrassing and smiled politely at the handsome stranger. You held out your hand as well and had a tight grip while you shook his hand.

Jake kept his poker face but was surprised at the firm grip. Expecting the delicacy Vanny had shown.

"She stings a little." Vanny made reference to your nickname. "You'll get adjusted to it Jake. From what I hear, you're a bit of a biter too." Vanny spoke up again. She giggled as Jake looked up at Blake with an eyebrow arched. Blake had told her he had a bit of a mouth on him, even Jake himself couldn't disagree. "Ooo Blake baby, look at the time, drive me up to the dock. We've a party to get ready for. Honey bee, why don't you let Jake drive you up to the house to grab the stuff."

You giggled brightly. "That's funny, Van." You had started making your way back to the four-wheeler following the pair.

"Im driving!" He calmy made his way to the four-wheeler. He started strapping his bag and beers down. You looked that man up and down. Appreciating how this man looked. His body was sculpted. His biceps are far too big for that tiny shirt. It was enough to make you crumble. "No, you're not." You called back to him, wrapping your legs around the seat. He raised an eyebrow. Looking up from the straps. "I'll tell you what doll face. You get to ride in the front." He hopped on behind you. You could feel his body press against yours, your ass pressed so close to him. His minty breath was so cool against your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine.

"You just better hold on, Darlin."" He whispered softly. This man was gonna get you in trouble.

He had grown up around Blake's family lake house. He knew the trails like the back of his hand. He drifted down the side of the path, cutting off Blake.

You held up a bird passing Vanny. Your irritation materialized. She's giving this man ideas. Vanny wiggled her fingers to wave you off. She knew what she was doing. The couple already decided that they wanted to play Cupid in your life. You had been mad at first. You're starting to rethink your emotions, seeing him up close and feeling him so close to you. You're hard-headed, so you'll still give her hell about it later. "So you know where you're going?" You yelled over the engine.

"I've been here as long as I can remember." He yelled back over the loud vibrations.

"Good, can you take me down by the campsite. I left some things down there." He took a turn down a trail, and you knew he heard you.

The four-wheeler stopped once the tents were in front of you. "You had a whole lake house, and yall camped last night?" He leaned back to make room for you to hop off.

"Yeah, a bed isn't the same as a hammock. Im out here any chance I get." You walked to your hammock and grabbed your gun, slipping it in the holster on your belt. You put your ball cap back on your head. It was distressed and had the words Mama tried on the front in bold letters.

"Don't worry, I took a shower this morning." You called back with a laugh, grabbing a couple of other blankets, lighter fluid, and matches.

"It sure don't look like it." He chuckled, looking at your mud covered curves. He had to admit, those jeans definitely complimented you well. Especially when you bent down. The mud was accentuating all the rounded edges.

"And you look like you just hopped out of a Barbie doll box, Ken." You put everything on the back of the four-wheeler strapping it down. Then leaned against it. "Blake made it seem like you're more G.I. Joe, the way he talked about you." You got back on in front of him. You made a dramatic sad face. "Bless your heart, Malibu Barbie must have had her way with you..." Your voice got much softer into a whisper. "One too many makeup testers at the beauty shop." You giggled softly at the banter.

Jake smirked and looked up at you. "Honey, G.I. Joe is scared of me."

You matched his smirk. "Prove it..."

He turned his attention the trail and then pressed the gas, knocking you back into his chest. He made sure to hit the mud puddles a little harder, causing mud to splatter all over the pair. "How's that for a Ken doll?" He called over the engine.

He drifted and parked right in front of the house. You both made your way to the door. He opened the door and held it open for you. "You look better." You patted his chest and complemented the mud on his clothes, walking through the door. Your eyes lifted with your smile.

You walked into the kitchen and leaned against the kitchen counter. Cool air blasted from the A/C. Confidence seeping out of Jake's aura, he followed behind you. "Tell me about yourself, Y/N." He glanced around the house. It was just like he remembered. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer in the fridge. You took it in your hand as he offered it to you. He grabbed one for himself. You popped the top.

"Well, I'm 27, and I own a hair salon in town." You started. Then, you paused to take a sip. "What about you? Tell me about the life of a handsome ken doll."

Jake smirks and leans against the door frame. His elbow is against the frame, placing his hand behind the nape of his neck. His biceps filling up the tight sleeve of his tee shirt. You didn't hide that you were checking him out as your eyes dragged to where his shirt lifted. "I'm a naval aviator. I've had two air strike kills in the past six months." His chest puffed. "We've been on some pretty crazy missions here lately. A lot of classified information. I'm thinking about taking an instructor position I've been offered. The school is up in California."

You were impressed but held the poker face. You giggled to yourself when he stopped at California.

"I knew I smelt malibu Barbie on you..." you muttered giggling, you then spoke back up continuing,"Naval aviator, That sounds like a dangerous career. My momma would smack me if I didn't thank you for your service." He nodded his head, acknowledging the appreciation. "I guess I stand corrected. G.I. Joe might just be shaking in his boot. When you're back in California, make sure to say 'hello' to your girlfriend Barbie in the dreamhouse for me."

He stiffled a laugh from exiting his plump lips. "I'm still waiting for a Barbie to complete my collection. I do have the dream house, though. I just bought it about a month ago. If you ever want to take a vacation in San Diego, let me know. You can come play Barbie with me. You have a G.I. Joe, that might be scared of me? "

You bit your lip, looking him up and down. You placed both hands on the counter, leaning forward comfortably. Your chest is displayed with a glow from the sweat and mud. "I'm not a Barbie Doll type, and G.I. joes dont quite do it for me. I need something a little more intimidating, " You whispered softly.

The teasing was very tempting. His eyes shifted down to where cotton didn't cover. The glow was so inviting. His smirk raised back to his face when he met your eyes again. He was lost for word. Your teasing had got him. You had won in his mind, and that both infuriated him and intrigued him. Especially when that just confirmed your relationship status to be single. The only words he could muster came out in a low growl. "I think I know a guy."

CHAPTER 2

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story thirteen

Title: I’m Not Really Here

Storyteller: Reader

Summary: A story on your tragic ending.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI! Warnings include but not limited to: angst; soft!dark themes; character death; mentions of alcohol; mentions of police/paramedics/ambulance; peer pressure; implied ghost; and I think that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes; nothing is beta read. By clicking “keep reading”, you agree to these warnings & any ones that I may have missed and that you are over the age of 18.

Wordcount: 1,095

“Ooo, this should be good. The writer telling us a story. One of your own, perhaps?” Wanda asked, a huge smile on her face.

The corners of your mouth curled up to form a small smile as your friend brought up your hobby. “Well, kinda.”

“Well, don’t keep us waiting, go on and share.” Andy said, encouraging you.

“Right, here I go. So, this happened right before I was about to start university, almost two years ago. A group of friends of mine were having a small party down by the lake of my home town. Well, it was more like an old rock quarry and there was all kinds of equipment left behind.It was actually advised not to swim in the water, there was even a big warning sign claiming that there was debris in the water. But of course, that didn’t stop us from going in and swimming anyway. We were young and unstoppable, at least, that’s what we thought at the time. The night was young and the moon was perfectly round and high in the sky, lighting up the whole quarry.

“I was enjoying the night by sitting around the bonfire and talking with my friends. Things couldn’t have been better, heck, there was even a D.J. set up and someone was playing music. It wasn’t until a group of older guys showed up with some alcohol when things started to get a bit more rowdy. At first, people had only been swimming in the more shallow part of the lake. But as the night went on and the more booze was consumed, everyone started to get a bit more daring. I watched from my seat as everyone started to jump off of the old equipment and into the lake. There was one particular platform that hung over the deepest part of the lake that seemed to be a favorite to jump from.

“My stomach churned as I watched my peers jump willingly into the treacherous lake. Splash after splash, a sense of relief would wash over me each time someone emerged from the water. Even my friends that I had been sitting with each took a turn jumping into the lake from that platform. I shook my head no as they tried to get me to go with them and when they returned from their jump, they tried again. I kept telling them no and if it hadn’t been for the older group dragging me out of my chair and towards the platform, I never would’ve jumped. I took a deep breath and climbed the rickety ladder up to the platform. My whole body shook as I carefully walked across the rusted metal. As I got closer to the edge, I started to panic, wishing more and more that I had just stayed home. The distant chanting of my peers encouraging me to jump made me even more anxious about this whole thing.

“I took a few steps back and tried to hype myself up as I pulled my hair back and up into a ponytail. Before I knew it, my breath hitched in my throat as I jumped off of the platform. The wind stung my face and arms as I plummeted towards the dark blue water. My body smacked hard against the surface of the water as I made impact with it and I gasped for air as I resurfaced. I was met with the sound of applause as I swam back to shore. One of my friends greeted me with a blanket and ushered me over to the fire. People patted my shoulders and asked for high fives as I passed them. As I warmed up by the fire, my body still shook and ached and an unusual cold feeling had started to wash over me. I stared into the fire, still in disbelief that I had actually done that.

“After a few moments, commotion around the shore got my attention and I decided to go check it out. I looked to see what everyone was chattering and pointing at, then I saw it. There was a body floating in the water and one of the older guys was swimming out to see what was going on and if the person was okay. When he got there, he examined the area and as hoisted the other body over his arm, he lifted a huge metal pipe. ‘There’s a metal pipe in here,’ he shouted before tossing the pipe off to the side. Everyone gasped, even myself, as the guy swam back to shore with the body. I watched as the guy started to perform CPR and as I watched, other people started to hurry up and leave.

“A gut wrenching sob caught my attention and I couldn’t help but be filled with worry once I realized the sob had come from one of my friends. I walked over to her to try and provide some comfort but it seemed like whatever I did, failed. That’s when it hit me. As I stood next to my friend, noticing the familiarity of the body that the guy was performing CPR on. It was my body. I stumbled over to it and just as I got to it, I collapsed to my knees. I hadn’t survived the fall. Of course, I would be the one to hit a metal pipe and die. This isn’t fair. I was supposed to have a nice, long life and start my life at university and maybe even fall in love. And oh god, my mom. Who’s going to look after her?

“It wasn’t long before police and an ambulance showed up. By then though, nearly everyone had left the quarry. The police questioned the few that had actually stayed and I stayed near my body the entire time, not wanting to leave it. When the paramedics finally lifted my body into the ambulance, I could feel myself starting to fade. As the ambulance drove away with my body, everything started to go dark and life ceased to exist.”

The group was so enthralled by your story that they didn’t hear the approaching footsteps. So, when a twig snapped, everyone turned in the direction and were met with a bright light from a flashlight.

“Whoa there, Park Ranger Bodecker here, didn’t mean to startle you lot.” The park ranger chuckled, his drawl thick. “Everyone alright? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The park ranger scanned the group with his flashlight and when it landed where you had just been sitting, you were gone.

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Part 19: Bonfire Bash

A/N: I stole this from a WIP I had that will never get finished. I know it’s kinda lame and short but I’m trying so that’s what counts right? Thank y’all for being patient with me. Also if you asked to be tagged and you’re not here IM SORRY my tag list was on my other phone and I don’t know if the last list was updated in my last posy. Please, please ask again if I missed you.

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Hi I’m honestly in love with your writing and the fact that you write for male readers is just *chefs kiss 🤌* could I please request a Newt x male reader, kinda like your other newt fic except Thomas takes a liking to the reader and it’s Newt that gets jealous, while reader is just oblivious because he hasn’t really talked to the greenie and is too busy doing medjack things.

Please don’t stress to get this finished I’ll wait forever if I have to.

All the love ❤️ - Static

Ooo I'm loving the Newt attention right now, I'm obviously a Minho fan (*cough* the over 25 fics I've written for him *cough*) but Newt is easily one of my favourite characters and I'm honoured to get the opportunity to write him.

JEALOUS BOY

MASTERLIST | NEWT MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Timeline doesn't line up (or exist) but kinda movie based fic. Teresa ceases to exist because I couldn't work out how to make that work- there's enough going on.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, miscommunication trope, kind of oblivious reader, Thomas being a dumbass.

Greenie Day is always fun. It's definitely your favourite day of the month. Apart from having a fresh face to watch the other Gladers tease, you also get to celebrate with the Bonfire night.

And today is no different. You have been blessed with Thomas. He seems slightly unstable and unsure of himself, but he is definitely handling things a lot better than most of he boys do.

He's cute, for sure, but a lot of boys here are. That doesn't really matter though, because you've set your heart on Newt.

You don't really know how it happened, but the second in command caught your attention almost immediately. He's one of the more grounded people in the Glade, and he's probably the most reliably.

And Minho drunkenly told you that Newt's gay. So, you might actually have a chance.

Though, you're one of the three Medjacks, so you're normally busy with work. The Glades really isn't a place for romance, and Newt is one of the few people that is actually busier than you.

And Newt probably doesn't even like you.

Honestly, Newt hadn't even really thought about it- until Thomas beats him to it.

"Who's that?" Thomas asks as him and Newt share a glass of Gally's special brew™, sitting in front of a log, using it as a backrest.

"Who's who?" Newt asks after taking a swig of his drink.

"Him," Thomas points at you from across the Glade as you talk to Jeff and Clint, laughing as you recall some of the dumbest injuries the Gladers have had. "Who's he?"

Newt's smile falters slightly. "(Y/N)." He simply answers. "Why you asking?"

Thomas shrugs. "He's kinda attractive."

For some reason, a sharp feeling crosses through Newt's chests. He shuffles uncomfortably before getting up. "C'mon, I'll show you around."

Thomas scrambles to his feet, struggling to keep up with Newt as he effortlessly traverses through the crowd.

Newt pretty much introduces Thomas to everyone except you. And then he ends up in a fight with Gally.

Which is always a fun watch.

You remain oblivious as you continue on with your job in the day following. Normally, after Bonfire, your clientele consists of boys suffering from hangovers and embarrassment.

"Gally, if you're gonna throw up, go outside, there's only so many egg and garlic cures I can make in such a small space of time, yanno." You mumble, stirring the strong smelling solution.

"I'm not gonna throw up." The Builder grumbles as he hunches over the side of the bed.

"You'd think since you make this klunk you'd be able to handle it. Or were you just nursing your pride after being floored by a Greenie?" He glares at you as you pass him the drink.

"This klunk's gross."

"You do this to yourself."

"Hey," you look up as Thomas awkwardly knocks on the doorframe.

"Hey, Greenie, you need somethin'?" You say nonchalantly. Thomas is just another patient to you.

"Uh, just thought I'd come see what this job is about."

"You fancy being a Medjack?"

"Haven't you heard?" Gally scoffs. "Greenie here has his heart set on being a Runner." You raise your eyebrow at Gally. "Newt told me."

That's weird. It's not like Newt is the type to go around talking about everyone's business- to Gally nonetheless.

You scoff. "Well, good luck with that- you'll have to get Minho's approval. He's one hard nut to crack. Maybe aim lower for now."

"Or give up all together." Gally snickers to himself.

"Gally," you snap, "get out- you're just a whiney baby who overendulged- scram, shank."

Gally grumbles under him breath, but he does get up, even though he does nearly topple over in the process.

"You're uh, (Y/N), right?" Thomas asks once Gally is gone.

"Uh, yeah, who told you that?"

"Oh, I asked Newt. He didn't seem too pleased about it, though."

You brush off the comment, turning back to making more headache cures for the undeniable number of boys that'll be flooding into your tent soon.

"Well, you should be checking out some of the other jobs- people don't normally trail to be a Medjack very often. There's only three of us and it's harder to get in this kluck-hole than it is out in the Maze. You could be a Track-hoe or a Builder, or even a Slicer if you don't mind the blood."

"Yeah, but I want to be a Runner," you scoff, shaking your head to try and hide your smirk. Gally might be right about this one.

Thats a first.

"Oi, Greenie," Newt appears in the doorway, "the shuck are you doin'? Get your ass to the Bloodhouse, you're tryin' out as a Slicer today."

Thomas pushes his lips into a thin line, nodding at you. "See you around." You give him an awkward wave and he leaves.

"The Greenie's shuckin' weird." You laugh, but when Newt doesn't respond, you look over at him. He face looks like thunder. "You good, mate?"

'Mate' is something you only say to Newt, mainly because you secretly adore his accent but also to lightly tease him.

"Yeah," he clears his throat, "yeah, so, you think Tommy's a freak?"

"I wouldn't go that far- but I don't think we've ever had a Greenie with such a shuckin' death wish before." Newt remains silent. "You don't like him?"

"No," he sighs, "I do. The shank's got a spark- we need more of that. I just..." He trails off, making eye contact with you. "Doesn't matter. I'll catch you later."

Newt leaves as fast as his arrived, leaving you very confused and slightly lost. That's until Clint stumbles into the Med Hut with Jeff carrying him, clearly still intoxicated.

You'd been wondering where they'd been.

The next couple of days are... strange, to say to say the least. Thomas came in almost every morning to speak to you, which started causing some exchanging of glances between your colleagues.

You, however, paid no mind to it.

Newt, however, did.

"Who does the Greenie think he is?" Newt grumbles to Minho, who is mouthfuls deep in a portion of of Frypan's stew.

"This about your little crush again?" The Runner says after swallowing.

"What? I don't have a crush."

"Dude, you've been complaining about Thomas all week."

"So? I don't have a crush on the shuckin' Greenie."

"Wha- no," Minho snorts, rubbing his face in his hands at his friends own cock-blocking. "You're jealous."

"What?"

"Of Thomas."

"What?"

"You have a thing for (Y/N), and the Greenie likes him too- so you're jealous."

Newt blinks. "What? No, I don't have a shuckin' crush, okay? He's just distracting him from work, a'ight? And Thomas needs to get his ass to work figuring what job he's gonna do. This isn't about (Y/N) at all."

"You're full of klunk," Minho says after sarcastically nodding, waving his fork around.

"Mate-"

"No, you're full of klunk," Minho sighs. "You've been talking to and about this boy since he got here, and suddenly a new guy shows up, who clearly likes your 'bestfriend'," he puts that in air quotes, "and suddenly you're moping around like a shuckin' baby. You're thick as pig klunk if you ain't figured out what's going on by now."

There's a short period of silence as Newt processes everything. Shit, maybe he is jealous. He'd always liked you a little bit more than the other Gladers, but he kind of thought it was just admiration.

But he was jealous when Thomas pointed you out.

It made his skin crawl and his body burn.

"Shit," he mumbles, his elbows resting on the table and his hands in his hair. "I think I do like him."

"There ya go- shuckin' finally." Minho barks a laugh.

"So, what do I do?"

Minho hesitates, before just shrugging. "You don't see me having many romantic prospects around here, do ya? Box hasn't sent my type up yet," he attempts to joke, which just earns a glare from the second in command. He clears his throat. "Look, if your jealousy is getting to you that bad, just claims what's yours."

"Minho," Newt groans, "don't talk about people like that."

"You know what I mean- just ask him out. Tell him how you feel and get you a boy."

"I don't know if-"

"Suck it up, shank- I don't risk my life everyday to come back here and deal with this klunk." Minho stands up. "Alby has you running this joint for a reason- figure your shit out."

And with that, Minho walks away, probably to talk to someone who isn't causing him a headache with romantic issues.

Newt decides to see what happens, play it by ear and stick to his job. After all, he's a busy dude and- oh my God, is Thomas talking to you again?

Newt spots you sitting with Thomas. You look almost bored, probably thinking about some kind of medical solutions instead of listening to whatever nonsense Thomas is spewing.

But for some reason, this sparks a new wave of jealousy in him. Maybe Minho's right- about needing to talk to you, not claiming you.

You're a person, after all.

Standing up, he storms over to you.

"Hey," he taps your shoulder, pulling you out of your trance, "I need to talk to you." He jolts his head in a general direction away from the small group you're in.

"Oh, sure," you scramble up, following Newt as he walks away. You can practically see the steam coming off his head.

You walk a fair few metres away, ending up at the edge of the Deadheads.

"Newt, is everything okay-?"

"I like you!" He snaps, turning around and starting you.

"I like you, okay? I like you and all your dumb medical facts and the way you help Chuck when he's freaking out. I like you, like I have a crush on you and it's freaking me the shuck out! A-and watching you flirt with the Greenie is driving me nuts!"

"I wasn't flirting with-"

"I just- Minho told me to tell you and that's what I'm going. Make of it what you will but-"

There's something about the normally calm Newt losing his cool over you that is weirdly attractive. Not only is your long-time crush confessing to you, but he's actually possessive over it. Should that be attractive? Probably not, but it still is to you.

Newt is mid-speech when you step forward, grabbing his face with both your hands and pulling him towards you. Your lips connect and Newt completely freezes.

You pull away from the blond as he doesn't react. He looks at you for a second, panic taking over you. You go to speak but no sounds come out as he starts to grin.

Pulling you back in, he kisses you again, this time actually responding properly.

The kiss lasts a couple of seconds before you separate.

"Will you please be my boyfriend, (Y/N)?" He asks you.

You smile. "'Course I shuckin' will."

Another Newt request: done. I'm slowly getting there, and I have a couple of Gally requests to get through, but dw we'll be back to our regularly scheduled Minho content first.

I hope you enjoyed :))

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