#partner and I have two singles pushed together to make a king

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bells will be ringing

crush!Steve Harrington x fem!Reader x fwb!Eddie Munson

The annual Harrington Christmas Party is an elegant affair, complete with decorations, fancy food and flowing libations. But when your friend-slash-fuck buddy Eddie tires of you and Steve dancing around your burgeoning feelings for one another…he offers a creative solution. 18+, MDNI 8k

cw: MMF, allusions to poverty and implied family strife, light alcohol and weed use, kinda mean/crass Eddie, semi-public fingering/oral (f receiving), r’s hair gets pulled once.

The Harrington’s were white light people.

There wasn’t a single inch of their stately home not adorned in festive finery for their annual Christmas party. It was all silver candlesticks with cream-colored tapers, deep red ribbons tied into bows and hung at perfectly spaced intervals, long garlands of rich greenery draped along the banisters—real as shit and smelling like a goddamn pine forest.

It was a far cry from what you and Eddie knew growing up next door to one another way on the other side of town. For you two, it was scrawny and half-dead trees purchased at a discount as close to Christmas as possible when their vendors were just trying to unload them, covered in a hodgepodge of homemade ornaments and faded multicolored lights, only about half of which worked half the time. When your families could afford a tree, that was.

The Harringtons’ own stood at the far end of the house, glowing bright as a nuclear reactor with seemingly endless strands of bright white lights wound around its branches. It was methodically decorated with matching red, silver and gold baubles, each one hung precisely in place and polished to gleaming perfection. 

Elegant. Proper. Pristine.

The party was already well underway by the time you arrived, Steve nowhere to be found in the sea of people. They all stood together in clumps, exchanging jovial smiles that pushed up rosy cheeks, the women cooing over each other's outfits and jewelry while the men swapped stories about their quarterly earnings. Weaving through the throngs, cater waiters floated past carrying trays loaded with hors d’oeuvres and tall glasses of shimmery, bubbly liquid.

It made you and Eddie glance around, furtive and unsure as you skulked into the foyer. The two of you might as well have been invisible for all the attention anyone paid you.

“See Steve anywhere?” you asked, peering deeper inside the house.

The former stud of Hawkins High had always been easy to spot in the hallways of his former domain, seemingly towering over everyone even after he stopped sporting that gravity-defying bouffant hairstyle. Those days were long gone now, but an occasional glimmer of his old self would still shine through, reminding you of when King Steve reigned supreme.

“Nope, nowhere,” Eddie grumbled. “I told you this was a mistake.”

His warm breath on your ear as he leaned in to whisper in it had your head snapping to the  side. Some of the snow that had just started to fall outside dusted his dark, unruly curls and he still had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, as though he wanted to be ready to turn heel and run at the first opportunity. You’d seen him look more relaxed about to shoplift.

“What do you mean?” 

“Look around, sweetheart. See if you can spot what doesn’t belong.”

It was kind of irritating how right he was. Everyone else in attendance tonight looked perfectly at home in this pretty picture. It was all business partners and their wives, clients who probably made more in a year than you or Eddie would hope to see in your entire lifetime, other miscellaneous friends and fellow members of the Hawkins upper echelon.

To call you fish out of water would be putting it lightly. You were like fish on a space station.

“What were we supposed to do?” you whispered back. “We had to come.”

That was debatable. Steve had invited you, yes, but he also practically tripped over himself to assure you it was totally fine if you couldn’t make it. He’d sat on the edge of Eddie’s sofa running through all his most blatant tells—hands pushing through his hair, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, foot jiggling non-stop—as he told you about the party.

“It’s all my parents' friends, so it might be kind of lame. But I’m allowed to invite people if you guys want to come. It’d be really great to see you.”

He’d worked himself up into such a state, it almost felt cruel to say no. You weren’t sure what it was—something about the earnestness with which he asked, and the way his eyes shone so hopefully when you smiled and told him you thought it sounded like fun.

Eddie’s gruff voice sounded in your ear again.

“Think we’re just here to piss off daddy?”

You followed his eyeline to the living room, gaze promptly drawn to the imposing frame of John Harrington as he reached out to grip the hand of someone important. Or at least someone who seemed to think they were. Even never having seen or met him before, he was easy to pick out as Steve’s father. They had the same square jaw, the same perfectly angled nose and rich, light brown hair. Although, John’s was cut shorter and tamed into a much more manageable style than his son’s long locks that lived in a near-constant state of tousled messiness.

“Steve wouldn’t do that,” you said firmly. “He asked us to come because we’re his friends.”

The words still felt strange to say. It made you wonder, yet again, if it would ever stop feeling so surreal that you now hung out with Steve “The Hair” Harrington on an almost daily basis.

When you were in school together, you never even landed on his radar. Eddie had some notoriety as the town’s supposed demon summoner, but you were just…around. A plain face that blended into the crowd; a background extra with no lines in the scene; wallpaper and set dressing for the popular kids who were living out their exemplary lives.

If this was only a few years prior, he probably would be spending this evening sneaking drinks with Tommy H. and Carol, or parading around with Nancy Wheeler on his arm to show her off to all his dad’s colleagues and brag about her getting into Emerson. Instead, his falling out with all of them and his subsequent fall from his high-school throne had led him here—to an unlikely friendship with The Freak and The Invisible Girl.

Whenever he came over to Eddie’s to smoke, or you three piled into his car to go to the movies or drive the winding back roads that snaked along the edge of town, it almost felt natural. And the more time you spent with him, the harder and harder it became to remember why he’d always seemed so…untouchable.

“So, what should we do?” You wondered aloud as you glanced around again, still hoping Steve might materialize somehow. Behind you, Eddie’s head shook and his shoulders shrugged.

“How should I know? You were the one begging to come tonight.”

“I wasn’t begging.”

“Oh, really?” He scoffed as he leaned in close again, raising the pitch of his voice in an overly breathy imitation of you. “Please, Eddie? Please, can we go to the party? I’ll let you eat me out from the back if you—”

“Stifle,” you hissed, jamming your elbow into his stomach.

He grunted at the sharp jab, but his lips remained curled in a sly smirk. “What’s wrong? Worried your little crush will find out what I’ve been doing to you after he goes home?”

“I don’t care if he knows,” you sniped. It’s almost convincing, but the flash of alarm in your eyes told a different story. Not that it mattered, Eddie didn’t buy it for a second anyway.

“Well, that’s good,” he tutted. “Because he already knows we’ve fucked.”

“Wait, what?” You whirled around fully now. “How?”

“He, ahh…” Eddie fought to contain his grin as he scratched at the short stubble on his cheek. “He saw that picture you let me take.”

Your eyes went wide, both horrified and enraged as you shoved his shoulder—hard. 

“You showed it to him?”

“No, he found it,” Eddie hissed. “We were looking around for some weed I had stashed and he happened to open the drawer it was in.”

Your whole body—your very being—surged with white hot shame. If it wouldn’t have given Eddie so much satisfaction, you might have run straight out of the party right then and there. The thought of Steve seeing you like that…

It was almost unbearable.

The details of you and Eddie’s attachment had always been strictly under wraps. You weren’t exactly keeping it a secret, per se, but most people weren’t super accepting of the idea and you’d learned to play it close to the vest. And with how much time the two of you had started spending with Steve, you didn’t want to risk making him uncomfortable.

It had been going on for ages. Pausing, albeit briefly, if one of you found yourself in a relationship, and picking right back up when said relationship inevitably fizzled or if it tipped into the dangerous territory of getting too serious. He was one of the few people in your life you trusted intrinsically, and it wasn’t like guys were banging down your door as it was.

The picture was a one-time thing—a polaroid you’d let Eddie snap as a belated birthday present because you’d been too busy to find him something real.  You had made him swear upon pain of death it was for his eyes only. And now he’d shown it to the last person on earth you wanted to see it? Oh, you were going to garrotte him with tinsel in his sleep.

Also, Steve wasn’t your crush. He was…a preoccupation. A distraction. A vague interest.

You couldn’t even say for sure when it had begun. All you knew was just last spring, there was a month of Friday evenings where you found yourself back in the Hawkins High parking lot pulled in alongside Steve’s distinctive maroon beemer. He was leaning on the hood, waiting for Hellfire to let out so he could drive home his little horde of nuggets, and you had shown up acting as Eddie’s ride while his van was out of commission.

And that night, for the first time ever, you had a real conversation with Steve Harrington.

A fairly illuminating one, at that.

There was a sweetness to him you never would have guessed was there. And a dorkiness that brought light to his eyes when he did his elaborate handshake with Dustin Henderson, or the way he exalted along with the kids when the group burst through the double doors leading out of the school, whooping and cheering from a successful campaign. It warmed your whole body from the inside out, the feeling only growing stronger the more time you shared.

And now he’d seen your bare tits covered in Eddies cum. Perfect, just perfect.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered through gritted teeth. “That’s so humiliating.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I think he kinda liked it.”

“He…he did?”

“I mean, he was staring at it pretty hard. I think he needed some alone time with it.”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder another shove for good measure, muttering a you're disgusting at him under your breath, hoping it would hide the nerves creeping across your face. Unfortunately, it only seemed to add fuel to Eddie’s fire. He leaned in one last time, his voice a gritty rasp in your ear that made shivers run down your spine.

“So you don’t wanna know what he said, then?”

Tension seized your shoulders as you glared at him, jaw clenched, ready to spit back a vicious comment—or maybe just spit—only to stop short at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hey, guys! I’m so glad you made it!”

Steve was beaming as he came over, his bright hazel eyes shining, the golden flecks in them brought out by the color of his sweater. He drew you into his embrace, his strong arms curling securely around your body and his gourmand scent filling your nose as you breathed him in.

Your hands smoothed over the planes of his back, relishing in the softness of the knit he wore and the solidity of his broad chest pressed against yours. Your pulse quickened, blood pounding in your ears as you did your level best to force what Eddie had just told you out of your head.

“I’m the coat check tonight,” Steve explained, tipping an imaginary cap. “There’s a guest room upstairs we can put them in.”

“I gotta take a leak,” Eddie said, already shrugging off his leather jacket and pushing it into your arms. “Take care of that for me, will you sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but Eddie just grinned back at you with a suggestive bounce of his brows behind his curled bangs. Steve pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and then turned straight back to you as he tilted his head upstairs.

“Shall we?” he asked.

The sounds of the party became distant and muffled as Steve led you upstairs to the designated dumping ground for all the furs and wraps of the numerous guests. It was dark inside, lit only by the moonlight that streamed through the window and the warm glow of the lights strung on the outside of the house that cast across the heap of coats on the bed.

You laid Eddie’s jacket down on a chair in the corner before you began to undo the belt of your own tied around your waist. As the thick, gray poly-blend slid off your shoulders, you shivered at the cool air hitting your heated skin for the first time that night.

When you turned back around, Steve was much closer than you remembered. 

His eyes studied you with a kind of reverence that made your body tingle with excitement in a way you didn’t dare to name. The way he looked at you sometimes…whether it through a haze of pot smoke in Eddie’s trailer, or in the flickering light of a screen at the multiplex, or beneath the harsh amber wash of a single streetlight in an empty parking lot…

It made you wonder.

“You look really nice,” he finally said, his voice as soft as his eyes.

The dress you’d worn was fairly simple, made of maroon velour with a burnout pattern of leaves you thought looked a bit like holly. It was loose and flowy, but had laces in the back you had pulled tight so it cinched in your waist and pushed up your chest, not unlike a corset. The neckline was just low enough to flirt with impropriety and it nicely complimented the length of the pendant that sat in the center of your clavicle.

A dainty (fake) gold snowflake you thought was festive.

“Thanks,” you replied, your voice even softer than his as you folded your arms in front of your stomach. “I hope it’s okay. I don’t have a lot of nice outfits.”

Steve shook his head, captivated eyes still scanning over you. They landed briefly on your legs, the black stockings you’d worn in an attempt to stave off the cold now prickling warm on your skin as if it was his hands running over them instead of just his gaze.

“You always look perfect,” he said.

It’s not just the words that made you falter, but the plainness with which he states them. As if it’s something obvious. As though he thinks it all the time and he just happened to say it this time. It makes your stomach twirl and all at once, you feel like an empty-headed teenager standing at her locker, dizzy from being complimented by the cutest boy in school.

“So, this is quite a spectacle,” you chuckled, glad for the dimness of the room that somewhat hid your reaction to him. “Are there any poinsettias left in Hawkins?”

Steve smirked and took a careful step forward. There was only about a foot of space between you now, if that. “I think if there were, my mom would already have a guy on it,” he said.

Your eyes met his and you shared a soft laugh. “Well, it’s really beautiful,” you sighed. “It must have taken her ages to do all this.”

“Not really,” Steve chuckled. “She has, like, a whole team that comes in and puts it all together.”

“Oh, right. Of course.” Your gaze dropped and you gave a regretful shake of your head. Rich people stuff, you thought a bit bitterly. No wonder that hadn’t occurred to you. “But…you must decorate the tree together, at least. Right?”

“No, they do that too. I’ve, uh…I’ve never actually never decorated a tree for Christmas. I kind of thought that was just something they did in movies.”

He huffed out a laugh, trying to hide the sadness that had started to pollute his smile, and rubbed the back of his head, tugging at the hair there that curled along the nape of his neck.

All you could do was stare.

You thought about that gleaming, twelve-foot behemoth downstairs with its dazzling lights and ornaments all spaced and hung so perfectly. It was stunning—looked like something straight out of a magazine. But now it was tinged with something hollow and unsatisfactory. 

Cold. Fake. Empty.

It was you who stepped closer this time, the muscles in your arm tensing as if fighting against your brain’s instructions to reach out and touch him. He was close enough now you could feel the warmth coming off his body and smell the spice of his cologne and the clove cigarette he must have smoked. Your lips trembled, parted slightly, still searching for what to say.

But words refused to come.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Steve soothed, flashing you that easy and charming smile you’d grown to love and loathe in equal measure. “I just meant, like, Christmas really isn’t a big deal to me. And neither is this party, honestly, but…”

He fell silent as his hand reached out to squeeze your elbow, the soft pad of his thumb rubbing gently across your forearm. You stared mutely at his hand where it rested, already dreading how cold it would feel there when he let go of you. Except he didn’t.

“I’m really happy you’re here, though,” he said.

Steve’s chest rose with a sharp inhale and the tip of his tongue swiped along his bottom lip to wet it. His head tilted towards you, a few stray pieces of hair falling into his eyes that were bright and shiny with the string lights around the window reflecting in them. 

It made your own breath catch, praying you weren’t imagining it as he started to lean in.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

You and Steve flew apart like shrapnel, both of you too wrapped up in the steady draw of your bodies together to notice the heavy thump of Eddie’s footsteps in the hall. Steve’s hand came up automatically to run through his hair, dragging up the bottom of his sweater and flashing the briefest glimpse of torso as his arm lifted. It made your mouth dry as a bone.

“I just realized I forgot about my hostess gift,” Eddie said.

His brow cocked at you and yet another little smirk curved along his lips as he brushed past, nudging you ever so subtly back in Steve’s direction. He then started to rifle through the inside pockets of his leather jacket until he exhumed a plastic bag with a few joints inside.

“Got it!” he chimed, holding it up triumphantly. “Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

The little baggie sailed through the air, crinkling when it hit Steve in the center of his chest. 

“Oh! Thanks, man,” he chuckled, fumbling to catch it. “That’s great.”

Turning it over in his hands, he paused, mulling in silence as he stared down at the joints and glanced over his shoulder at the open doorway. From downstairs, you could now hear the faint tinkling of a piano being played and Eddie noticeably winced at the first few warbled notes of an unrecognizable carol being sung by a particularly drunk chorus.

“You know,” Steve said slowly. “We could bail on the party. Take this out to the pool house?”

As soon as he asked, his eyes darted up to meet yours—interrupting your intense study of the side of his face. Round and hopeful, they shone with his earnestness and you felt dizzy all over again. It made your brain scramble, trying to act like you weren’t just consumed by thoughts of what might or might not have been about to happen. You smiled.

“What are we waiting for?”

Steve left the lights off in the pool house, not wanting to draw too much attention if someone wandered onto the patio for some fresh air. The three of you made your way out in shifts—you with a plate of decadent treats you’d filled from the long table of desserts, Eddie with one loaded with food he’d swiped from the circulating trays, and Steve with a bottle of champagne he’d snuck out of the kitchen while the caterers were distracted.

The satisfying pop of its opening bounced off the walls that were mostly windows, sounding all the more illicit and clandestine in the darkness. The contents of the bottle fizzed as he held it out, offering you the first swig, and you took it with a nimble grasp.

Bubbly liquid splashed on your tongue and the dry, almost acidic, taste of it surely would have impressed someone with a more refined palette. But it made you wrinkle your nose as you squinted to read the French name scrawled in a loopy script on the shield shaped label.

“Gross, right?” Steve chuckled as you handed the bottle back. “But it gets the job done.”

He took a deep swig, head tipping back and giving you a long, long moment to study his neck as the muscles flexed with his swallow. You stared shamelessly, transfixed by the pairs of moles that sat along the line of his strong jaw, head empty of thoughts except how much better thechampagne would taste if you were licking it from his lips.

Eddie coughed, all loud and fake, drawing both of your eyes to him where he sat on a rattan sofa in the center of the room. He stared at you expectantly as he slouched down further in his seat, his knees spread wide and his arms draped across the back. He’d wasted no time making himself more comfortable, loosening the evergreen tie you’d made him wear and rolling up the sleeves of the dress shirt he normally only broke out for funerals or the odd court appearance.

“Don’t I get some of that?” he asked with a wry smirk.

Steve hurried to offer him the champagne, wiping away a little dribble of it that had started to trickle down his chin. You followed behind and slotted into a chair adjacent to Eddie’s as Steve handed off the bottle, making your brain short circuit when you saw the way his wide grasp nearly engulfed the entire bottom. It didn’t restart until he settled in the seat next to you.

After taking his sip, Eddie sparked up one of the joints and started it in a rotation along with the champagne. After only a few pulls from each you started to feel the effects, your head getting all light and floaty, your body warming from the blood pumping through you, your skin buzzing from the way your fingers kept brushing Steve’s whenever you passed him the joint or the bottle. 

Or maybe it was from the way his eyes lingered on yours when you did.

Eventually, you dropped out of the rotation and sank back in your chair to gaze up at the house. The whole thing seemed to glow with the warmth of the party within, its windows bright yellow, the lights twinkling on the eaves. And the snowfall had remained soft and steady, dusting everything with a fine layer of white like powdered sugar.

The picture was immaculate, like a life-size snow globe. If Steve’s mother had somehow managed to pay Mother Nature as a decorator, it wouldn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“Seriously, Harrington,” Eddie snorted, evidently sharing in your bewilderment. “If all this is just the weekend before, I’m scared to ask what your family does for the main event.”

A deep chuckle bubbled out of his chest as he took a long swig of the rapidly draining bottle. He’d said it mostly as a joke, but Steve’s reaction revealed a nerve had been struck. He began to cough, sputtering out his words as he pulled the smoldering joint from between his lips.

“Oh no, it’s not—they aren’t, uh…they won’t be here.”

His eyes darted to the floor as he shook his head and stammered out his non-answer, wearing that same look on his face you’d seen in the guest room. Half-sad and trying to hide it.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. Steve just shrugged.

“They always go away for Christmas. I think it’s St. Barts this year. Maybe Turks and Caicos? Their flight is sometime tomorrow night.”

“Wait, so…they just leave you here?” you asked. “By yourself?”

Steve shrugged and shook his head again, the move almost reflexive, like flinching away from the sting of alcohol cleaning a fresh wound. “A nanny would stay with me when I was little. But from the time I was old enough…yeah, pretty much.”

You and Eddie’s eyes met, the same unthinkable thought seemingly crossing your minds. You actually felt bad—not just bad, but sad—for Steve Harrington. 

“It’s not so bad, seriously,” he said, all flustered trying to salvage the mood. “I just hang out and watch movies and eat pizza. It’s fun. Honest.”

Despite his attempts, you can’t help but frown as you think what Steve’s Christmas will look like. His big house that was bursting at the seams with people right now being cold and desolate; him sitting all alone at a long dining room table eating leftover appetizers for every meal.

The thought tugged at something buried deep inside you. Something you’d packed away long ago and shoved into the furthest recesses of your mind. A box wrapped and taped and stapled and tied shut and then shoved behind a closet door. It made you turn to look at Eddie and he nodded knowingly, needing no words to know what you wanted him to say.

“You should come over,” he said, speaking so suddenly it came out loud in the tense quiet.

Steve’s head lifted. “What?”

“To me and Wayne’s,” Eddie supplied. “For Christmas Eve. We have dinner together and watch old movies and play games and shit. With this one.”

He jerked his thumb at you and you smiled as Steve’s eyes flitted over to meet your gaze.

“Only because they can’t cook to save their lives,” you said, shooting him a wink that made the corners of his mouth curl upwards.

“It’s not gonna be like this,” Eddie assured. “But it’s something, you know?”

“That, um…” Steve looked down at his lap, his long lashes fluttering as he tried to blink back the beginnings of tears. “That sounds really nice.”

Your hand moved without permission, reaching out to close around his wrist and squeeze. Steve’s head turned, staring at it like he thought he was dreaming. And as your brain suddenly caught up with the action and your body flooded with embarrassment, you started to pull it back only to feel the warmth of his palm covering your hand to hold it in place.

The only sound in the room was yours and Steve’s soft breathing and you swore you could feel the way both of your pulses were racing in time. His eyes lifted to meet yours and you became entranced all over again by his handsome face, the freckles that dotted his tanned skin, hazel eyes that shimmered as he scanned your expression, the deepness of his cupid's bow.

“I, um…I should check in with my mom real quick. You guys, uh…sit tight.”

Steve sputtered out his words as he rose to his feet, leaving your skin cold as he pulled his hands from yours. He looked around, his eyes searching to land on anything besides you or Eddie as he turned and stumbled towards the door. Eddie watched you watch Steve leave, an expression on his face as bemused as it was mocking.

“Jesus Christ, you two are exhausting.”

He shook his head, laughing to himself as he stuffed the last of the appetizers in his mouth. You glared back at him as he chewed and tried not to think about how your hand still burned where the ghost of Steve’s warmth remained.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on. If I knew I was gonna have to watch you make googly-eyes at each other all night, I could have stayed home. I get enough of that as it is.”

“We’re not—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Eddie scoffed. “You are. He is. Just make a move, already.”

It was actually painful rolling your eyes as hard as you did. “Right. Sure. And what kind of move am I supposed to make? Considering how he ran out of here just because I touched his arm?”

“You’re not serious, are you? You’re pulling my dick, right?”

Eddie hunched forward as you deadpanned him, answering with a slow blink of your eyes and humorless expression until he threw his head back in a loud laugh.

“He had a fucking boner, smartass!” he cackled.

It’s not only your cheeks that warm now, but your whole body igniting like a bonfire. The feeling grips your shoulders, it’s talons digging into your flesh, threatening to pierce it to the bone.

“Bullshit,” you whispered, your mind reeling.

“You think I don’t know Steve well enough to know when he goes from six to midnight? It happens literally any time you touch him.”

Eddie was still snickering to himself as he took a final puff of the joint that had been smoked down to a nub. You stared at your hands in your lap, thoughts going into overdrive. Because this wasn’t just some random guy at the Hideout or an ex-classmate hitting on you at a house party. This wouldn’t be just a fumbled touch, grabby hands groping blindly in a dark closet that you would recount to Eddie before he gave you the orgasm you’d sorely been denied.

This was Steve. This would be something. Wouldn’t it?

“Only one way to find out,” Eddie said, as though he could hear the question you were asking yourself. “Anything’s gotta be better than this.”

“But what if he—”

The rattle of the doorknob cut you off, your eyes darted to the door just as Steve pushed it open to slip back inside. Eddie’s dark curls fell forward, sliding off his shoulders as he leaned in.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered.

Your eyes bulged in your skull, but before you could retort or argue, Steve had plopped back down in the chair next to you and your lips were effectively sealed.

“So the singing is still going on,” he chuckled. “But I think everyone will head home soon. We aren’t missing much.”

“That’s okay.” Eddie groaned softly into a stretch as he settled back into his reclined position. “I’m sure we can think of something to do.”

Heat flooded your core at his insinuating tone and you sat up a little straighter. He let his head loll to the side, his eyes finding yours automatically, dark irises glinting in the scant light.

“Hey…c’mere, doll.”

Eddie shifted down in his seat, rubbing his ringed hand across his thigh as an invitation. Maybe it was the weed. Maybe it was the fancy, and surely expensive, champagne you’d been sipping all night. Maybe it was the way Steve’s gaze followed you so intently as you stood and walked over to where Eddie sat on the wicker sofa. Whatever it was, it was working.

You laid your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you kneeled on the cushion next to him and went to straddle his lap. But his hands came up to grip your waist and stopped you.

“Uh-uh,” he said, motioning his index finger in a circle. “Other way.”

You hesitated, glancing from your crouched position over at Steve. His eyes smoldered in the darkness as he watched you—leaning forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, his long fingers laced in front of him. With a hard swallow, you stood and turned.

Eddie jerked you back against him, roughly pulling you flush with his chest. His knees pushed between your own and he spread them wide so your legs were held open, draped over the tops of his thighs. It made the skirt of your dress glide upwards, hem skimming the tops of your stockings, threatening to reveal the strips of bare skin between them and your panties.

His words from earlier still rang in your head. Follow my lead.

Well-worn hands splayed wide across your stomach, squeezing at the softness of your waist. Beneath you, his hips began to shift and the beginnings of his hard-on pressed insistently into the fat of your ass. It made you shiver all over, a gasp falling from your lips.

“So well behaved,” Eddie hummed, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingertips, suddenly gripping your chin in his hand to turn your face towards him. “She’s such a good girl, Stevie…. and we have so much fun together…”

The words and the deep timbre of his voice sent more shivers down your spine as he bumped the tip of your nose with his own. He pecked lightly at your lips until they opened up for him, his tongue probing the warm cavern of your mouth until you were moaning into his kiss.

It was lazy, but punishing. He nipped gently at your top lip, his own feathering with a tiny snarl as he revered back to his conversation with Steve.

“Why don’t you tell her about that photo you found?” he asked, hot breath fanning across your cheek. “Tell her what you thought about it.”

Your gaze flashed to Steve’s and you wondered if there was more light in here whether you’d be able to see a rush of scarlet covering his cheeks. His eyes had gone round with nervous energy, but they remained locked onto yours as he spoke.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” he rasped, his voice almost cracking his throat was so tight. “I wish I could see it again, I…I wish it was me she’d done that for.”

The pit of your belly burned at his words, a breathy sigh fluttering in your chest and an exquisite ache now radiating between your legs. Eddie’s fingers trailed along the center of your body, over your sternum, tracing the dip of your navel through your dress until it quivered under his touch.

Slowly, he drew up the bottom of your dress like a curtain to reveal your core and the black lace your arousal had begun to seep through. The tips of his fingers stroked your entrance, mercilessly teasing your second set of lips.

“You wouldn’t believe how good she feels, Steve,” Eddie husked, his fingers holding their pace, making you grind into his lap. “Way better than that prissy cheerleader pussy you’re used to.”

The room filled with the sound of your breath and the wet schlick of Eddie’s fingers in your folds.

“Oh, sorry,” Eddie snickered. “I should say honor society pussy.”

Steve’s nostrils suddenly flared, his gaze tearing away from you and your body as if coming out of a trance. You looked back over your shoulder with a horrified look.

“Eddie—”

“Shush,” he snapped, cutting you off by plunging his fingers inside of you. They hooked upwards and your back bowed at the sudden stretch, a broken moan slipping past your lips. Steve’s eyes were drawn to your face at the sound, Eddie’s mention of his ex flying right out of his head.

“You want a taste, Harrington?” he asked, all dark and leading.

A little whimper escaped you at the thought and Eddie grinned wickedly. He smiled as he kissed the back of your neck, his teeth flashing as he nipped at your racing pulse.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? You’d like his tongue?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your eyes darting to find Steve’s. “Please.”

At your plaintive mewl, the very moment you asked, Steve instantly rose to his feet and hurried to kneel between yours and Eddie’s spread legs. His long fingers wrapped around the gusset of your underwear and he wrenched them to the side to reveal your dripping core.

He licked his lips as he stared at it, practically salivating. Your own lips trembled, fighting back the urge to cry out for him as you let your head fall back to rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

The wet heat of his tongue met your pussy in long, languid swipes. He nodded his head with each motion, dragging it through your folds as he inhaled deep and needy breaths of your scent like you were his air. His eyes burned with lust as he looked up from between your thighs, gauging your every reaction in the way you fluttered around his tongue.

With a trembling hand, you reached out and brushed your fingertips along his brow, skimming the stray pieces of hair that had fallen forward into his eyes. The intensity of his stare, the depth of his gaze, made you glow brighter even than that behemoth of a tree inside.

He sped up his movements, working you up, the tip of his tongue pointed to swirl in a pattern as magical as it was maddening, flicking it teasingly over your clit and making you clench with each too-quick pass. At the same time, you felt Eddie’s hand creep up between your shoulder blades, fingers weaving into your hair to grasp it at the root. He gave it a firm tug and pulled your head back, bringing his lips to your ear so he could whisper to you—deep and rough and just loud enough for Steve to hear.

“Why don’t you tell him how long you’ve wanted this, huh?”

Another pitiful whimper left your lips as Eddie’s other hand squeezed a little more intensely at your chest, tweaking your nipple through your dress, loving how it made you tremble.

“Si-since Junior year,” you panted. “When he w-won the state swim meet…”

Just the thought of that day nearly has you flooding Eddie’s lap and Steve’s mouth. Your mind filled with the memories of it—visions of him in a Speedo that confirmed just about every rumor you’d ever overheard in the girl’s locker room; his arm and back muscles rippling as he pushed himself out of the pool; water spilling over freckled skin, droplets collecting on his shoulders and running down, down, down to where the small of his back met the fullness of his ass.

You had sat in the stands, thighs pressing together, feeling almost perverted staring while he celebrated with his teammates and whipped off his swim cap, his wild hair exploding out of it and making you wonder how he’d even managed to fit it all underneath in the first place.

The mere mention of his glory days seemed to have a similar effect on Steve. The movements of his tongue and lips turned more fervent, more determined to unspool you as he moaned like he’d never tasted anything as good as you.

Tremors began to roll through your body, making your thighs twitch and spasm.

“Tell him how good it feels,” Eddie husked, hips now punching up to create some friction against his own cock as it strained inside his dress pants. “Tell him how much you like it.”

“Yes, Steve, fuck—I love it so much,” you whined. “Keep going, I need it.”

The pretty lilt and waver of your voice had Steve unraveling before your very eyes. Another low groan rumbled from deep in his chest and he buried his face further, more eagerly, in your heat.

“God, you taste so fucking good, honey,” he moaned. “I could do this all night.”

The thought of having his mouth on you all night is enthralling, but there was no way you would last. You were barely going to make it another minute as it was. Steve was too good. 

Every flick, every swipe, every swirl of his tongue you could feel in your entire body. Pleasure rushed across you in waves, a torturous winding upwards, that burning feeling deep in your gut coiling tighter, tighter. Your breaths grew shallow and your pulse raced until you were shaking in Eddie’s lap, fighting so hard to keep your legs spread apart that they shook from the effort.

Steve’s hands came up to grasp at your thighs, his fingers squeezing at the meat of them as he kept you pried open for him to ravish. Like a man possessed, he lapped and sucked and kissed at your entrance, his whole body seeming to move along with the motions of his tongue and lips. Beneath you, the wicker couch suddenly slid backwards and you realized it was because he had tried to grind against it—desperate to feel something, anything, against his cock.

Wishing it was you.

“C-close, close, I’m so close. Steve, I’m co—oohhh—”

Your orgasm rushed in, plowing through your body, making you lose all sense. You squirmed wildly in Eddie’s lap, almost having forgotten he was there until he reached around to give both of your nipples one last pinch—knowing how it always pushed you further over the edge.

Steve’s lips never left your clit and his eyes never left your face as he ushered you into your climax. He stared up at you, his eyes all glassy and round, searching for your reassurance as he rose from between your legs. His face hovered in front of yours and he lifted a hand to cup your jaw, his massive palm warm on your flushed skin as you panted to regain your breath.

“Good?” he asked. Hushed, like a prayer.

“So good,” you exhaled, chest still heaving. Your voice wobbled as you spoke, so overwhelmed with all your buried feelings being dredged to the surface. “Steve, that was—”

“Steven? Are you out here?”

Every hair on Steve’s head went flying as he whipped his head around hearing his mother’s voice. Through the sheer curtains, he could see her as she stepped outside onto the porch, peering into the darkness, wrapping a fur stole tighter around her elegant cocktail attire.

Panic struck his face like lightning, his mouth hanging open, his lips and chin still shiny with your spend. He looked back at you, his cheeks nearly as deep red as the velvet ribbons hung all over his house. You scrambled off Eddie’s lap to stand, frantically straightening your dress and hair, nervously wiping at your lips that were swollen from biting down when you came.

“I, um…the party’s probably over,” Steve said. “I just have to say goodbye to some people.”

He ran his hands through his hair a few more times as he strode towards the door, even though any damage you’d done grabbing it must have been righted by now. You looked over at Eddie, your own eyes swirling with questions you were terrified to hear the answers to.

His shoulders bounced, standing to tuck his shirttail back into his dress pants.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.”.

Steve was waiting in the foyer with you and Eddie’s coats when you snuck in from outside. His parents, thankfully, were too occupied giving the caterers instructions for clean-up to exchange any pleasantries at the door. You could only imagine how that would go…

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. I’m the girl your son made come all over his face in your pool house. What a lovely party, thank you so much for inviting us.

There was still a smile on Steve’s face, though it felt almost pasted on now compared to his expression when you first arrived, sort of forced in an attempt to look more normal than he felt. He handed off Eddie’s leather jacket and then held yours open, his eyes remaining glued to you as you turned and pushed your arms through the sleeves. His fingertips trailed along the nape of your neck as he helped straighten the coat on your shoulders, his index tracing its curve all the way to your hairline in a way that felt so intentional it made your skin buzz.

With your ears pounding from your heartbeat thundering in them, you spun around to face him, your lips parted to speak only for no words to come. Because what was there for you to say? Or for him to do? Kiss you? He hadn’t even done that during, would he do it now to say goodbye?

Steve’s handsome face was as conflicted and contorted as your own. A faint blush still dusted along his cheeks and his eyes shone bright from the candlelight coming off the tapers that had burned almost all the way out. At last he drew a breath, and you felt your heart stutter.

“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.

Eddie could barely contain the snort that burst out of him, even as he slapped a hand over his crooked smile and your eyes shot daggers straight into his chest.

You couldn’t get out the door fast enough.

There was only silence as the pair of you trudged along the driveway to the street where Eddie had parked his van, the snow on the ground having melted into slush mottled with gray where it mixed with excess oil on the road. Without the glow of the Christmas lights coming off the rest of the houses in the neighborhood, the darkness of Steve’s street now felt oppressive. 

It made you walk a little quicker to the van, your hand curled tight around the passenger side door handle waiting for Eddie to unlock it. As the two of you climbed inside the cab, he cranked the engine and flipped open the air vents for the heat to blast, finally breaking his silence as you yanked your door shut behind you with a sharp tug.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay? I thought I was helping,” Eddie muttered, his hands gripping tight around the steering wheel. “You were being so fucking obvious, I thought you needed a push.”

His chunky rings glinted in the street light as he busied himself messing with the radio, static scratching in your ears as he searched for something besides Christmas music.

“Are you really mad?” he asked, still fiddling with the dial, barely able to look at you. 

You shook your head.

“I just…I don’t know, I feel like it’s weird now.” You let your face fall into your hands and shook your head furiously. “I mean, was that totally fucked up? To do that?”

“Nah, that wasn’t fucked up,” Eddie said assuredly. 

He sounded confident enough that you let your shoulders actually relax and finally expelled the breath you were holding. The relief was short-lived though, when Eddie piped up again.

“I’ll tell you what might be, though.”

With a heavy sigh, you looked over at him warily. “What?” you asked.

Eddie sighed as he slumped back against the seat. His foot rested on the gas pedal and he pressed it down lightly, barely revving the engine to get some hot air flowing from the vents.

“When he comes over for Christmas Eve.”

Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate any time taken to read/comment endlessly ♥️

Started on this last year in December so that should tell you everything you need to know about my writing process. Enjoy some Christmas in whatever-month-you’re-reading-this. 😉

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[atiny-moon]

ATEEZ as Boyfriends

Genre: soft, fluffy, suggestive

Pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

Tags: a little bit of everything <3

Word Count: 1.6K

HONGJOONG

Definitely the type of bf to fix your clothes - like if you’re going out somewhere, i can see him helping you pick out smth to wear or even styling you himself. And when you two are out, he’s constantly adjusting your fit so you don’t look bad. The type of guy wander off in the middle of a party just so he can admire you from afar

Though he isn’t too fond of being overly emotional, will hype you up to anyone who would listen and not even in an annoying way, it just so happens that the majority of his sentences start off with ‘oh, my partner..’

Loves leaving marks - biting, hickies, etc. in places only he knows about

Will call you every time he’s eating, even if he doesn’t say anything, just bc he missed you and wanted to have you around for a little bit

Doesn’t like to cuddle but does give the best kisses the kind where he just holds your chin in place and plays with the ways his lips touch yours

Ultimate king of push and pull

SEONGHWA

Ugh, the way this man would absolutely dote on his partner. Anything they wanted - he’d be all over it. Think acts of service type of love

Loves all the cheesy romantic shit, all of it - the matching accessories, matching hairstyles, coordinating outfits, taking an insane amount of cute couple photos, going to the most aesthetic date spots just so y’all can take photos together. Knows your best angles, duh

So many gifts. And expensive gifts, too! Hwa’s got super expensive taste and i feel like he’s the type of bf to dote on you so much that he wouldn’t want you to wear inexpensive clothing. Like he’ll be like, ‘oh, babe, i got you these new silk pajamas because you said mine were so comfy’ meanwhile he’s already replaced like all of your clothes

Super comfy stay-at-home dates where you do skincare and watch the latest episode of whichever drama you’re watching. Even when he’s hella busy, he’d find time to video call you so you could watch the newest episode together.

Always smells incredibly good, addictive even

Forehead kisses & top of the head kisses are his favorite

YUNHO

Textbook romantic gentleman. The type that makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opens every door for you, never ever lets you lift a finger, and will always give you his jacket if you’re cold

Super sentimental. Like if you put together a scrapbook of all of your time together, guaranteed this man will cry. Especially if there’s a handwritten letter explaining how much you love him - he would simply be undone

Tries to remember every single detail about you so he can either plan the perfect date or gift you the perfect item. Truly works soo hard at being a good boyfriend. Also really good with birthdays. Like, scary good.

And tbh, the type of bf to call you out on your bs - like when you’re being a little unreasonable or if you’re telling him about a situation that you’re going through, i think yunho would be the type of bf to tell you when you’re wrong but in a nice way! (maybe.. he can be kinda savage sometimes lmao)

While I don’t think he’d be super into PDA i do think he’d just always be near you like close enough to reach out and hold his hand or close enough that you two would be able to talk without raising your voices

This man loves back hugs

YEOSANG

The best at good morning and goodnight texts. They somehow always make you feel loved and special

Super supportive? The type of bf to set reminders in his phone so he can wish you good luck on whatever upcoming project you’re working on. Even if it’s like the smallest thing ever, he’d be so proud of you for working toward it and even more proud when you achieve it

Really deep and interesting conversations

I think it would be so easy to be with Yeosang - like the both of you wake up together, get hungry at the same time, get sleepy at the same time, etc

It’s not that he’s not into PDA, he just forgets about it like of course he loves holding your hand, but he got distracted thinking about what he wanted to get for lunch

Laying his head on your lap is his preferred way to fall asleep

SAN

Loooooooves physical affection. Cannot get enough of it. I think his ideal would be being able to glue himself to you so two could just walk around permanently attached to each other. also I feel like San runs really fricken hot - like a cute lil heater

The ultimate hype man. It could be a pre-workout selfie, a just finished taking a shower selfie, an all dressed up selfie, a sleepytime selfie, a i just woke up selfie, IT DONT MATTER!! San is going to hype you up every single time. Which obviously does wonders for your confidence (which was his plan all along ;) )

Loves to stay in and just watch movies. Mostly so he can spend as much time as he can cuddling with you. Matter of fact, most of the dates he plans are just excuses to spend more time with you - physically and emotionally

Speaking of, San would be such a good listener! Like I feel he’d understand where you’re coming from emotionally and provide support in a positive and affirming way and never ever make you feel like your emotions are wrong or you were wrong, for that matter truly wants the best for you

And bc he loves you so much, I feel like he would also respect you a whole heck of a lot which means the first time you guys wanna do anything sexual, it takes him a loooong time to be okay with it. Like i think you would have to initiate

That said, he would absolutely blow your back out every chance he got once he got comfortable

MINGI

Loyal af. Once he makes a decision on who he likes, it’s that person FOR EVA so get used to the idea of having song mingi in your life

The wildest communicator - like, y’all abandoned texting very early on in the relationship and now exclusively communicate via selfies/photos, voice memos & memes. His voice memos are hilarious and sometimes incredibly lewd. Like will sing you an entire song that he just made up. In voice memos. Then follow it up with what he wants to do to you in excruciatingly graphic details.

While he won’t do completely matching outfits, he is super down to coordinate outfits - wear the same colors, or complementary silhouettes, something that lets ppl know you two are an ~item~

And though I think he likes being Princess Mingi, i think he would go to great lengths to make sure you’re taken care of - whatever you need, he’d get it for you.. Or get someone else to get it for you lolol

Will always pull you into his lap. He likes how easy/fun it is to manhandle you.

Loves PDA. I’m talkin full on make-out sessions, ass grabbing, hand holding, and everything in-between. good luck getting him off you!

WOOYOUNG

Likes biting. A lot. Especially the marks it leaves

Super generous. Like, the most giving man you have ever met. Will give you the shirt off his back even if you don’t ask for it. This also extends to anyone you know, especially! family. He likes knowing he’s the one taking care of you && yours

This man is crazy into fashion and i think his style would end up affecting your style, not bc he wants to but bc he just looks so cool all the time, you’d wanna match him, if you know what i mean. Definitely gives me gomez & morticia addams vibes.

Learns your favorite dishes and cooks them for you.

I think Wooyo’d be the type of bf to be a little controlling or ride the line of being a little mean just so he can rile you up. It turns him on when you get angry. But would also definitely cut it out if he saw you weren’t having it.. He wants to fuck you, not make you mad!

Can and will makeout with you for hours

JONGHO

Would have such a hard time telling you how he feels, but has no problem showing you how he feels - whether it’s buying you a little trinket, or making sure you ate, or even just listening to you, i think you would always feel loved when you’re with Jongho

Is actually really funny? Or maybe he’s just good at learning what makes you laugh and then gets good at telling you jokes that align more with your humor

Your family would absolutely adore Jongho

Wants to experience new things with you so all of your dates are either trying out a new restaurant, or visiting a new pop-up event, or going to a new city for the weekend, anything that helps creates memories with you

Hella anti-PDA. Will actively avoid holding your hand in public. But as soon as you are behind closed doors, will be the sweetest and most loving bf - being silly/cute, soft sweet kisses, plenty of hugs (which he’s surprisingly really good at), and sooo many massages

Jongho would give the best aftercare

#sfw #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez ot8 #ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #soft hours #fluff #x reader #x you #ateez fanfic #ateez boyfriend

[thoughtsforsoob]

bf!huening kai (i have been in love with this man since debut. My bestie and I say he’s my little white boy😉)

omg he is such a sweetheart :( he is always gonna make sure that you're doing okay. 

He texts you multiple times a day just to check up on you

Especially if he knows you’re going to have a tough day

This sweet boy goes all out on those days where he knows you’re either going through it or doing to go through it

If even slightly mention that you have a big test at uni or you have an important meeting at work, he is going to pull out all the stops

He’ll start the day by cooking you breakfast of your choice

He then goes onto making your lunch and packing you plenty of snacks

He even writes a little sweet note and put it in a cute little lunch bag he kept for these types of situations

You’ve got this baby! Your Huening believes in you!! Lots of kisses when you get him will be guaranteed if you promise to try your best. - sincerely, the cutest and best boyfriend in the whole world

He calls you down into the kitchen and eats breakfast with you, feeding you a few bites at first since you were still pretty sleepy

He cleans up the table and washes the dishes while you're getting ready for the day. He just doesn't want you to have to worry about cleaning when you’re stressed out

Once you’re ready to go, he makes sure you have everything in your bag and gives you your lunch box and water bottle. He even packs in a sweet drink for you to enjoy with your lunch

He gives you a kiss and a hug on your way out, “have a good day! I'll come home after you tonight but you can tell me all about it as soon as I get home.”

Speaking of hugs…hyuka is the king of hugs

He's big, tall boy and he just looks so cozy to me

He hugs you so close and your face is always squished into his chest but you never mid because you get to inhale his scent that you love so much

When he finds out that you love the way he smells, he always slips his hoodies in your backpack/work bag during the cold seasons and if you mention your work/classroom is cold. 

He loves seeing you in his clothes because they’re usually just long on you since he’s pretty tall

He’s such a nerd omg

When he finds something he really enjoys, he will share it with you

He’ll talk your ear off about some new video game he and beomgyu started playing together and you just sit there, looking at his adorable little face as he talks excitedly.  

He always asks if you wanna try to game too and if you say yes, you better believe he is so happy. Happiest boy in the whole world 

He swear he falls deeper in love with you when you share interests with him and when you listen to him ramble about said interests

All he's ever wanted in a partner was someone to listen to him and here you are!

Your arms of plush animals…

He's got so many of them that at some point, he started to move some of them into your apartment

When he is eventually given clearance to move in with you, the both of you go apartment hunting with a very specific requirement 

One extra room for your plushie family and other collectable items

You two are just little dorks in love at the end of the day

I think i've mentioned this in another work of mine but family is really important to Huening 

He gets together often with his siblings and talks to his parents on the phone almost every single day. If he can't chat on the phone with them, he texts them when he can

He really wants you to get along with his family bt totally understands if you seem nervous

He would never push you to do anything you weren’t ready for so he’ll give you plenty of time to prepare

When you meet his sisters for the first time, it was at a cafe. It turns out that you had pretty much no reason to be nervous because there was an instant connection between the 3 of you

His sisters were made aware by kai that you were nervous so they just went in for it and introduced themselves right away

After that, you 3 were joking around and having fun, not wanting to leave each other so you all went shopping together right after

Kai was so happy to find out you get along with his sister but also nervous…you 3 were going to terrorize him for the rest of his life

He was okay with it because he loves you 3 so much

When it comes to meeting his parents…he waits until you're ready and when you finally are, he has them come to the both of you

Again, there was an instant click, especially with his mom

She brought a baby album full of his pictures and she shows you all of them, giving the back stories

He gets all red and shy when she shows you one of him in the tub, playing with his rubber duck bath toys

“Mom! Not that one!!” he whines and pulls you closer to him, shielding your eyes

You and his mom trade numbers and she sends you a picture of the picture so you’re good on that front

Moving away from meeting his family…this boy is just so attentive

God forbid you get sick or even worse…get your period! 

He is on you, throwing all the blankets you own on top of you, stuffing you full of homemade soup, and asking you if you;re okay every ten minutes

Poor thing is just really worried about you

He knows that he'll never understand how it feels to be on your period but he tries his best to be supportive

The cutest thing he does is his famous tummy rubs to help soothe your cramps and warm you up

He is the best boyfriend ever, me thinks

#txt imagines #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt texts #txt smau #huening kai fluff #huening kai imagines #hueningkai #huening kai x reader #tomorrow x together

[delta-pavonis]

Fic: Send a Thank You Note

(a continuation from Jo and Hob BFF shenanigans... @teejaystumbles you wanted to know what happens next!)

Dreamling || Rated E (CW/tags: nsft, getting together, this is really just an excuse for a bit of smut, Dream is a smartass (affectionate), bisexual Hob Gadling, just because Dream is on top doesn't mean that he doesn't want to take dick)

"Hob," Dream stops in the shadow between two streetlamps. Perhaps that is why his expression seems darker when Hob turns to him, one eyebrow raised, and nods for his friend to continue. "Was Johanna Constantine accurate in her assessment of your desire for me?"

Hob flushes again. Not quite the shade that Dream had observed on him earlier, but it's close cousin. It is sweet. And probably answer enough. But he waits to hear what Hob would say.

"Ah, well..." Hob meets Dream's eyes despite the butterflies trying to make him turn tail and run. One hand flies up to tug at his ear and Hob feels fifteen shades of 1789 all over again. "She does like to embellish the truth, and it is not like I am beholden to exactly what she said, but it isn't like I am against somethi-" He is stopped by delicate fingers on his jaw.

Dream has stepped into Hob's personal space, knows he is closer than the propriety of this age would dictate, which is exactly his intention. He takes a moment to marvel at the warmth of Hob's skin, its texture from stubble, how it trembles when Hob sucks in a breath through his teeth.

The hiss of air draws Dream's eyes to Hob's mouth in a way that is too heated to be unconscious. Hob has wanted this, to just be touched by Dream, by his Stranger, for so long. He lists forward, he can't help it, and when those fingertips press just a little more firmly into his face Hob swallows hard, licking his lips.

The sound that catches in Dream's throat upon seeing that tease of Hob's tongue should embarrass him. It should. He is a King. He is more than a god. He is Endless.

He, as the current turn of phrase goes, doesn't give a single fuck.

Dream might as well sky-write his intentions in lightning for how slowly he moves forward. Hob feels the anticipation as a physical weight pressing into his chest, restricting his breathing to shallow huffs. Dream's palm slides up to cup the stubbled jaw and he leans imperceptibly closer. They don't even close their eyes, Hob lost in endless blue even as their noses brush and Dream's lips touch the barest bit to his.

Hob is the one who caves, bends like tall prairie grass in the wind, hands grabbing at Dream's coat as he closes his eyes and kisses Dream for all he is worth. If he is only going get one shot, he might as well do it right.

But the answering rumble that comes from Dream - part growl, part purr, part groan - causes something in Hob to snap.

The kiss becomes a battle and before Hob can muster his forces for a second attack, he has backed Dream into a wall with a thud.

He opens his eyes. And sees dark green with very familiar brass numbers.

Not a wall.

Hob has Dream pressed up against his front door. Which was previously three blocks in front of them.

But Dream is still kissing him like the only air he can breathe is in Hob's lungs, so he doesn't have time to worry about it.

Dream takes his hand out of his coat pocket, dropping any remaining grains of sand, and pushes off the door with his hips and shoulders. After a twist, Hob's back hits the door harder than Dream's did, the door knocker rattling and a low moan pouring into Dream's mouth. He grabs Hob's thighs just beneath his ass and hefts, sliding Hob up the flat surface until he is at least a head taller, until he can suck on that tempting throat and feel those moans from the outside.

Hob clings to Dream's neck and shoulders, head falling back and Jesus fuck if he knew being manhandled like this was such a turn on he'd have sought out beefier partners sooner. Then teeth bite into his neck hard and Hob yelps.

"Do not dare think of others whil-" Hob's tongue in his mouth stops Dream from continuing that sentence for a solid two minutes. When they part, he has other priorities. "Daydream of your bedroom."

Dream's voice is a command and Hob immediately has the room in his mind's eye, imagines pushing Dream down into his sheets, crawling over him and then there is a strong breeze and...

It is a simple trick to take the location from Hob's mind, step them into that dreamspace and then from there into its Waking World counterpart.

"Bloody hell." Hob looks around, wide-eyed. When he turns back to Dream his pupils are blown and his mouth sinfully red. "You are going to explain that to me." He looks down, gets distracted, and starts biting at Dream's lips again. "Later. Explain later." They tumble into the bed, completely clothed, shoes still on, and Hob is about to pull away to say something sensible like "We should talk about this first," but then he hears Dream's fingers snap and suddenly there is not a scrap of fabric between them. "Oh, fuck me."

Dream hums, pressing as much of his skin to Hob's as he can manage and still maintain the boundaries of this form. "One of many options." He finds that the hollow above Hob's clavicle tastes lovely when sweat beads there, laps it up in long swipes that make the human beneath him shudder. "Is that what you would prefer?"

"Oh god," Hob wraps a leg around Dream's hip and grinds them together. "Anything." He repeats the motion and they both groan. "Everything. Yes."

Hob's incoherence strokes Dream's ego and he preens as he sits up, straddling Hob's thighs. The distance allows him to take in Hob's wrecked state, his mussed hair and flushed cheeks and sweat-damp chest. Their cocks brush against each other and Hob hiccups out a groan. When he wraps a hand around Hob the human arches and wails, clawing at Dream's thighs.

Dream knows what he wants, gives a thought to preparing this body for it, adding oil to make slick body parts that are not usually so. He lets go of Hob's dick and crawls forward, one hand on Hob's chest. "While I do abhor proving a Constantine right..." he reaches back and grabs the base of Hob's cock.

"Fuck! Dream we haven't oh Christ you are wet and open." Hob goes from alarm to awe to ecstasy in half a heartbeat, so quickly he feels dizzy. Then Dream starts to sink down and Hob holds on to bony hips for dear life as he watches his cock disappear into Dream's body. When Dream is fully seated Hob falls back into the pillows with a sob. "Dream. How?"

He plays with Hob's chest hair, runs nails over a peaked nipple, as he speaks. "I am the Shaper of Forms, Hob. I can take whatever form you, or I, need. Or want."

Hob tries to process that for a minute, staring up at the ceiling. "You... we are going to need to have a looong conversation after this because otherwise my bi ass is going to lose my job for not showing up for the next three weeks."

Dream laughs, a rumbling chuckle that Hob actually feels in his cock. "What a shame it would be," he starts rocking his hips, dropping down on just about every word, making Dream's speech keep time with the fucking, speeding up as he goes, "for you to be jobless. To have so much free time. Whatever would you do with yourself?"

"Alright, you sassy minx," Hob snaps his hips up as he pulls Dream's hips down and there, that made the eldritch being in his lap really moan. He repeats the motion until they have a rhythm, until they are lost to it. "Close," Hob whispers too soon, "I can't..."

Dream drives himself down harder and relishes Hob's cry. "We can strive for stamina later," he takes one of Hob's hands and wraps it with his own around his cock, fucking into the channel made between their palms. "Come for me, Hob. Please."

It is the please that does it, makes Hob arch and roar and come so hard he almost-

And then Dream's hand clamps down with his, what Hob would have thought would be painfully tight around his lover's cock, and his pale, lithe body, too, arches and then clenches so fucking tight around Hob that it stretches his orgasm longer, pulls more semen from his body in an impossible, lava-hot rush.

Dream watches as his own spend shoots up onto Hob's neck and face and even into his hair. Their is an additional frisson of pleasure that runs through him that he has marked Hob in such a way. He reaches up and smears some of it onto Hob's lips, who sucks at it greedily with a little whine.

Hob pulls Dream down onto the bed, a quiet grunt as his soft cock leaves his lover's body. His lover. They are on their sides, facing each other, and Hob's hand finds Dream's on his hip, tangles their fingers together. The silence that falls between them is warm with smiles and humid breaths.

"Hob, I know that humans do not always..." Dream frowns, gathers his words, and tries again. This is always where the Prince of Stories trips up, when trying to tell his own. "I realize that acting on physical attraction is not an indication of romantic intent. I would know your intentions, if only to moderate my own actions accordingly."

It takes a second for all that to filter through Hob's sex-addled brain, for him to parse the meaning of so many multisyllabic words, but when he gets it Hob can feel his eyebrows knitting. He traces Dream's cheekbone back to behind his ear and further to cup his skull and bring their foreheads together. "Listen carefully, my Dream," Hob hears his friend's breath hitch at that and he smiles, "Yes, as I have recounted the last one-hundred and thirty odd years to you it has probably been clear that I have been what most would characterize as a shameless slut. But if anything could temper me..." Hob takes a shaky breath. "I have wanted to approach you with romantic intent since June 8, 1489, when I realized how long, truly, it would be until I could see you again. So no moderation is needed, dove." He kisses Dream once, just a chaste press of lips. "Because I want all of you."

Dream surges forward and over Hob, gripping the strong muscles of his neck as they open to each other. They part because they are both grinning too widely, laughter too close to the surface, for their mouths to easily fit together.

"Oh gods," Hob giggles, "I am going to have to tell Jo."

"About that," Dream hums, all imperiously satisfied smile, "I might have let images of our, ah, activities filter into her dreams."

"Oh no, Dream. You didn't!" Hob is overcome with a fit of guffawing laughter that doesn't slow until his diaphragm hurts. "Are you telling me that you sent her the metaphysical equivalent of a picture of us in bed?"

Dream lets himself be distracted by the movement of Hob's neck, by tasting the curves of the muscles of his shoulders. "Perhaps."

Hob lapses into a fit of giggles again. "She is going to kill you."

"I would like to see her try." Hob can feel Dream smile into his skin. "Because I have a feeling if she truly has ill-intent then she will have to get through you first."

Hob laughs again, fingers tugging at Dream's hair until their eyes meet. "Aye, you are probably right, love. You are probably right."

#Dreamling #Pavonis writes

[wilbursprincess]

wilbur and dyspraxia or chronically i’ll partner headcanons! i never see fanfics with chronic disability recognition (as someone with a chronic disability)

Wilbur With a Chronically Ill/Disabled Partner

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hospitals, pills and medication, vomit, just general illness stuff

You did specify Dyspraxia, so I threw that in, but wanted to add as many other symptoms as I possibly could because you’re right! It’s hard to find chronic illness representation! I have severe Endometriosis myself, and love to hear from my fellow chronically ill/disabled Wilbur fans! Another lovely request from @loserconfirmed that was written while I binge-watched Octonauts.

Headcannons below cut :)

~First of all, Wilbur’s just a total sweetheart. No matter what your diagnosis is, he’d be the most helpful person you could ever want.

~If your chronic illness sends you to the emergency room and Wilbur’s not by your side, he’s dropping everything to come and be there for you. Whether band practice, a gig, filming with the Sorry Boys, or streaming, he’s abandoning it for you.

~Nausea or vomiting? No problem. Even though Wilbur has said a few times he’s not great with vomit, he’d be right with you as you lean over the toilet, rubbing your back, holding back your hair if it’s long, and giving you sips of water in between.

~If you have a condition like Dyspraxia, affecting your coordination, Wilbur would be an absolute angel. If you needed help zipping your jacket, brushing your teeth, or anything in-between, he’s got it for you. He also wouldn’t make it a big deal or act like it’s out of the ordinary to make you more comfortable. Like I said, angel.

~Use a wheelchair? Wilbur would 100% push it for you if it was manual and your arms got tired, or make sure to keep it charged if it’s electric. King of researching accessible dates for you two, making sure every single place is wheelchair accessible.

~Has a timetable for all the pills you need. Would definitely have one of those labled pill boxes for morning and evening, because let’s be honest, he’d rather go overkill with organisation than have you miss a dose and feel worse.

~Have POTS or get dizzy and faint often? Wilbur would keep an eye on you, making sure you sat down and rested at the first sign you might faint or the second you get a dizzy spell.

~If you’re bedbound by fatigue or pain, it won’t phase Wilbur in the slightest. Just means you two get more time to cuddle, binge watch TV or movies, and spend time together.

~Being with a chronically ill/disabled partner has made Wilbur look more at the accessibility of both his gigs and content. He now only plays in venues with accommodations for fans with disabilities, adding subtitles to all his YouTube videos and putting them on Sorry Boys videos, too. All in an easily-readable font, color-coded for who’s speaking at the time.

*I don’t normally add an afterthought, but I just wanted to say that when I saw Lovejoy on the Road To 100 tour, the venue I was at had FANTASTIC disability accommodations , and I encourage anyone who’s hesitant to attend a gig due to their disability to check with the venue to see if they can accommodate you! I sat in the balcony and had no issues with flaring up during my show :)

#princesswrites #headcannons #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x gender neutral reader #mcyt x gender neutral reader #mcyt x you #mcyt headcannons #mcyt fluff #wilbur soot fluff #princesshcs

[theninthdoor]

Any skz reading planed for today love?

love update here! 😎 was just looking for the ask, but I'll just end up using this one instead

Bang Chan || nine of swords, four of cups, knight of wands: Chan has been pursuing a love interest, yet the task turned out to be a lot harder than he had expected. Nothing he does gets the reaction or result he wants, and it just makes him feel bad about himself. Instead of pushing forward with this, he might start looking for attention elsewhere, even if it that's not really what he wants.

Lee Know || three of pentacles rx, the world: A relationship is coming to an end for him. Things have stopped working; him and his partner are struggling to keep it together. They're realizing that their goals and/or values are way too different and there's no chance of growth or compromise.

Changbin || four of swords, two of swords: He's single, for sure. Although I see someone around him, he has not yet decided whether or not he wants to give them a chance. There's a lot of indecision in the air.

Hyunjin || ten of cups, the moon rx: Hyunjin is dating. At first, the relationship might've been filled with anxiety, misunderstandings, faking their tastes and personalities in order to please the other person, however, that has passed. They have finally arrived at a place where they can be themselves, and it's been very enjoyable for both, so far.

Felix || knight of swords, queen of pentacles rx: Felix's cards took an eternity to come out… I just feel like he's very, very annoyed with something; so much so that he doesn't even wanna talk about it. I don't see a relationship here, but he could have been talking to someone as of late. The QoPrx is the social climber card, someone materialistic and manipulative, too, and that might be the case here. He's now realizing this person's true intentions towards him, perhaps?

Han || six of pentacles rx, temperance: Han has recently taken a step back regarding a connection he was building with someone. Either he concluded they were going too fast, and that made him uncomfortable, or he's simply not so sure of whether or not they are a good match, after all. I just see him taking back an offer OR declining an offer after initially accepting it - likely a date?

Seungmin || eight of pentacles, king of pentacles: I believe he's still with the same partner. The relationship remains solid; they're both committed to making it work, put in all the effort necessary. However, in comparison to last time we checked, Seungmin doesn't seem as starry-eyed or absorbed in the relationship - he's finally managed to shift the focus back to himsef and everything else that needs his attention (mainly his career), without compromising the connection.

I.N || strength rx, page of cups rx: There's a situation here that reeks of immaturity… Can't tell if it's him, the other person or both, but there's someone here who's letting their insecurities get the best of them, for sure. They're co-dependent, attention seeking and very selfish; every little thing is enough for them to make a scene out of; no argument is ever dramatic enough for them. The Magician is at the bottom of the deck, so I believe they talk mostly through text messages or social media; or that could be at the center of their issues.

(Disclaimer: Based on current energies. All readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

#tqqstraykids #stray kids tarot #kpop tarot

[sugutoad]

Matchup Trade for @anni-is-here

↳ Thank you for doing Matchups at Sugutoad

↳ # PROFILE: ANNI | FIRST GRADE SORCERER; a third year sorcerer who has potential to rise to special grade at Tokyo High originating from an esteemed ancient clan, a clan originally part of the big three clans until the Kamo clan earned its current title, her life flipping when she crosses paths with the King of Curses, and as hard she tried to change her fate… she couldn’t.

⨳ SUKUNA RYOMEN; Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed // Don't know if you love me or you want me dead // Push me away, push me away // Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah // Call me in the morning to apologise // Every little lie gives me butterflies // Something in the way you're looking through my eyes // Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive ; Finding one another in each lifetime, a loves that never fades and only grows / a hate you so much / pretty lies / an engulfing inferno / sickly praises whispered / beauty and the beast / a deep, rumbling chuckle / people watching / a drawling voice / partners in crime / menaces to society / ‘hold my flower, I’m going to kill someone’ ‘ok babe’/ haunting memories / crimson red / candles and red lanterns / love me to death / red lipstick marks / black nail polish / He would burn the whole world for you, but won’t let a single flame hurt you

⨳ The King of Curses… how does does manage to even cross paths with him much less hold his heart in their own hands?  Let me tell you how… matching his personality and strength to a degree. And trust me, your powers that will be revealed in the coming section is something to not be messed with.  Although he may never admit it, there is something captivating about your violent tendencies combined with a tender heart that piques Sukuna's interest. It is not necessarily a single reason but rather a combination of your distinct personality traits that attracts Sukuna towards you. You can not convince me that Sukuna doesn’t have dry humour. It’s quite an interesting dynamic with Sukuna, who I wholly believe, enjoys the witty banter and teasing between the two of you, a rare occurrence for him as most people are unable to even look at him, let alone engage in conversation. Sukuna possesses a weird appreciation for your humour and your ability to find joy in various situations, which ultimately prevents overwhelming circumstances from affecting those around the passionate duo. With you, Sukuna is constantly kept on his toes, ensuring that he does not kill and harm too many (to which he calls you a hypocrite ) He might be the King of Curses, but if you asked him to do anything, he would do it within seconds. While you may have your differences, your shared sense of humour, loyalty, and ability to bring out the best in each other is what draws you together. I want you to have someone who understands you, someone who won’t judge you for how you act around them and have an unwavering commitment towards you (even if it is an obsession at times) and Sukuna fits all of those boxes off.

⨳ How does love blossom between the two? Well, I like to imagine that Sukuna was originally born human and later picked up characteristics of curses as he grew up such as the mouth on his hands and stomach. Anni was a girl from an esteemed clan during the Heian period, her clan claiming a spot in the big three. While he was shunned by all, she was loved by all those who resided in the village. Well, I wouldn’t quite say that she was loved by all but rather respect. The villages respected her family far too much to say anything out of line that could possibly result in their death but for her? She was a bother to them with her non-lady-like attitude and violent tendencies. Two sides of the same coin. What baffles the salmon haired boy was how the girl, who grew up exactly opposite of him, never seemed to deem him as a monster but rather a friend. 

⨳ He had first seen Anni when he had been training, I would say around the age of 12, and at the corner of his eyes he couldn’t help but see a glimpse of brown hair. So he went to check it out, in an attempt to confront her. But when he went to find her, he couldn’t seem to find the mysterious girl. The next time he saw her and had an actual conversation, which is something he hadn’t had for a while, it was an awkward accident. He had just been walking near the pond when he saw a figure swimming near the shore. At first, he had ignored her but he had made eye contact by accident. “You shouldn’t be staring at a naked woman, you know?” The brunette smirked at him from afar as he fought back a smile of his own. “I’m afraid I don’t go for ugly women” “So I assume you would go for me if that seems to be the case.” She said while wrapping a towel around herself, never once breaking eye contact. “I don’t go for stalkers” He said with a smug grin, a soft hue of pink rising to Anni’s cheek, standing out greatly from her pale complexion. “I just wanted to see how you trained..” she stuttered, finally breaking eye contact, her eyes currently glued to the floor. “Never seen anyone train before?” “Girls in the clan aren’t allowed in the training room, much less learn how to fight.” The first part of Anni’s sentence nearly stopped Sukuna’s heart. “You are from a clan?” He bit the inside of his cheek. The brunette nodded slowly, she seemed to be displeased with that title instead of boasting it like many Sukuna knew. He let out a breath and sat cross legged in the sand, motioning her to sit beside her to which she didn’t oblige to. “I’m Anni.” “I didn’t ask..” “Rude. You are?” “None of your business.” Anni let out a groan of frustration causing Sukuna to chuckle. “It’s Sukuna.” He waited for her to run away but she smiled at him. “Nice to meet you, Kuna.” “Kuna? Ew, don’t call me that - that horrible nickname ever again. “Why? Aren’t we friends now?” “And what makes you say that?” “You told me your name and I told you mine and we are having a pretty neat conversation. “ Sukuna sighed, it was now Anni’s turn to laugh. And when he went up to leave after a while, he decided to never cross paths with her again. But the gods seemed to have a different plan for him, he knew they hated him but not this much. 

⨳ Wherever he went, she was always there and jogged up to him with a smile. Soon, Sukuna found himself enjoying her company. It was nice to have a friend, though he still wasn’t fond of the name she had given him. The name ‘Kuna’ still runs down the spine, he should be feared by others, not given some cute nickname by Anni. At one point during their blossoming friendship, she convinced him to teach her how to fight and was a natural. No one has ever gotten a hit on her, except… her. Sukuna wasn’t sure when it happened but at one point, he would get furious when he would see Anni happy under the company of a different male. That smile was only for him, not for others. His face would always turn red when she would jump on him from behind. It took him too long, far too long to recognize his feelings for her. A part of him was afraid it was unrequited feelings and didn’t speak up for a long time but simply stayed with her friend. 

⨳That was until one day, 6 years after they became friends (so now they are at the age of 18)  It had started like any day, Sukuna was crossing through the streets to get to where Anni should be waiting for him until he heard whispers around him that got his attention. He was eager to see her, they hadn’t crossed paths for a few days (almost a whole week to Sukuna’s disappointment) The daughter of one of the Big Three clans had been diagnosed with a deadly disease for the last few days, any moment today could be her last. Sukuna’s heart dropped, he almost fell out his chest. No.. it couldn’t be Anni. But the Zenin and Gojo clan leaders both only had sons, no daughter. Only the Spark clan had a daughter - his precious Anni.  He ran as fast as could, pushing everyone out of the way. He didn’t gave a fuck who glared or swore at him, he needed to get to her. Pushing the guards standing at the front of her house, who were bewildered at the sight of the cursed boy confronting them, and ran to her room, sliding the door open. He panted, tears stinging his eyes. She looked so calm, sprawled in bed and her eyes appeared closed. Was he too late?

⨳ He nearly dropped on his knees as he walked to her bed, clutching the white blanket covering her lower body to maintain balance. He wanted to say something, to make sure she was alive and heard her tell him that this was all a prank. But she didn’t move and his voice got to his chest. Brown eyes fluttered open and she muttered at him. “Stalker…” Sukuna's heart raced quickly. He was so happy that he didn’t even say anything back. “I thought you died…” “I will… soon. I just wanted to see you one last time. I’ve been laying all day in bed so I don’t waste energy and knock dead on the floor” she giggled. Sukuna closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall on Anni’s shoulder as he took in a breath. “I love you…” She stayed silent but Sukuna was glad, he was able to take this feeling off his heart and tell her how he felt before she took her final breath. Unexpectedly, salty tears fell down Anni’s face. “Why didn’t you tell me before? Why make me wait so long before I die?” She was practically yelling at him at this point, it broke his heart to hear her voice strained and raspy, filled with so much pain all because of him and his cowardice. “Idiot… I don’t want to die. I want to be with you.. I’m scared, Kuna. I want to live a normal life with you” She hiccuped between words and continued but he couldn’t pick up anything at her words all jumbled together, he gently (as if she was the most gentle thing ever and would shatter under his touch if he was too roughy) rubbed her tears away, never once looking away. Her head fell down on her pillow, sobbing quietly as Sukuna held her hand. He didn’t once let go or say anything, even after she took her final breath hours after. That’s when he broke down, tears slipped down his cheeks as he rubbed his forehead, swearing nonchalantly. “I’m not going to let you die… you can’t. I won’t let you..”

⨳ Little did Sukuna know that the last words of someone or to dead people could turn into a curse for the soul of the deceased. He had just cursed the girl he would erupt the world in flames for. (Sukuna later detaches himself from the world, Anni was his only connection to everything and as a result of this, he slowly build up even more negative emotions and became the curse he is today) It wouldn’t be for another thousand years until the brunette would be reborn once again, 18 years before she would meet Sukuna again. The sad truth is that she wouldn’t even recognize or remember him for quite some time, while Sukuna’s heart breaks upon seeing her. 

(This doesn’t fully depict your romance but rather just a few impactful moments in your life of knowing him so you can let your imagination run free with what happened with the 6 years of your friendship. This relationship means everything to me and breaks my heart. Another lyric that remind me of you and Sukuna is the ending of Enchanted by Taylor Swift, not needed the whole song but just those lyrics: This is me praying that // This was the very first page // Not where the story line ends // My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again // These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon // I was enchanted to meet you // Please don't be in love with someone else // Please don't have somebody waiting on you)

RUNNER UP: NANAMI KENTO AND TOGE INUMAKI

⨳ The Ink Web is a powerful technique possessed by few of those who are born into the Spark clan. When using it, one conjures a web made of ink that ensnares and restricts the movements of their foes. The strength of the technique lies in its ability to immobilise opponents, hindering their ability to fight back. To initiate the Ink Web, the user focuses their energy and channels it into creating the web-like structure. Once formed, it can be directed towards the intended target, entangling them within its inky embrace. It requires skill and precision to effectively utilise this curse technique in battle. In addition to immobilising foes, the Ink Web curse technique can also obscure their opponents vision, enveloping them in a shroud of darkness. This can disorient and confuse them, making it challenging for them to perceive their surroundings and plan their next moves. This technique can also create opportunities for strategic manoeuvres. By ensnaring and restricting the movements of their opponents, the user can seize the advantage and launch attacks or prevent incoming ones. The Ink Web curse technique has two more remarkable abilities. It possesses the power to sap the strength and energy of those caught within its grasp, draining their vitality and leaving them weakened. To add on to the factor of taking away one’s cursed energy and strength, the user who had initiated the attack is able to use that cursed energy as their own. Secondly, the ink used to create the web can be infused with various elemental properties, such as fire or poison like Sukuna’s fire! Another reason you would be amazing with him since your powers benefit one another. 

⨳ Domain Expansion: Also called ‘Arachne’,  the mist of ink that surrounds you and your opponent grants you heightened senses, allowing you to perceive the slightest movements and vibrations, similar to those of a spider. Even one step could be the end of  those captured in this reality. Imagine a swirling sea of dark ink, stretching and weaving like an intricate tapestry. During Domain Expansion, the  range and strength of the Ink Web are magnified, enabling it to cover a larger area and immobilise opponents with even greater force. Within the misty realm, the Ink Web gains the ability to create illusions, disorienting and confusing adversaries as they struggle to discern reality from deception. The Ink Web's tendrils, alongside the user, grow stronger within the domain, allowing them to exert a greater force when ensnaring opponents, making it even more challenging for them to break free. The jujutsu sorcerer who wields the Ink Web gains the power to manipulate the ink itself, shaping it into various forms such as spikes, blades, or shields, providing additional offensive and defensive capabilities. The domain expansion dampens the senses of those trapped within its grasp, making it difficult for them to perceive their surroundings or sense incoming attacks, further increasing the advantage of the Ink Web's wielder. Within the domain, the Ink Web has the ability to regenerate and repair itself, ensuring that it remains a formidable and unyielding force throughout the duration of the battle. Within its expanded realm, the Ink Web grants the jujutsu sorcerer the ability to summon ethereal creatures made of ink. These ink summons can take various forms, ranging from fierce and powerful beasts to agile and elusive spirits. They serve as loyal allies, fighting alongside the sorcerer with each ink summons possessing unique abilities. Users who are a bit more experienced possess a unique power called "Ink Veil." This ability allows the jujutsu sorcerer to create a protective barrier of swirling ink, capable of deflecting and nullifying various attacks. 

⨳ I’m not really sure how I came up with this power for you. I took a mix of your personality and a few of your likes and combined them into one until a power was formed. The more darker theme was certainly chosen due to your love for horror

⨳ The Tachi Blade is a traditional Japanese sword that dates back to ancient times. It supposedly dates back to the Heian Era and you had shown a weird interest in it. The Tachi was primarily used by samurai warriors during battles and important ceremonies. It was known for its long, curved blade and its ability to be wielded with both hands. The Tachi was worn suspended from the waist, with the cutting edge facing downward. The Tachi was also used as a symbol of status and honour, often adorned with intricate designs and symbols representing the samurai's lineage or achievements.

⨳ In battle, the Tachi was used for slashing and cutting motions, allowing the samurai to effectively strike their opponents. Its curved shape and sharp edge made it ideal for powerful and precise cuts. 

⨳ Now with your power, it definitely gives you an advantage in battle. The users of Ink Web could utilise the flexibility and range of the weapon to strike from a distance, wrapping their swords in black tendrils. Another thing any sorcerer, not necessarily from the Spark clan, can infuse Cursed Energy into the sword (similar to what Yuuta did in JJK 0) By focusing their cursed energy into the weapon, they can imbue it with additional power and capabilities. 

⨳ KIRARA AND HAKARI;your best friends. three of you had first met during your first year when you were put under the supervision of Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, and became quick friends. A thing that certainly puts you guys together is all your rebellious, goofy and bold behaviour. But you do have to scold them at times, such as when those two got expelled and therefore couldn’t participate in the exchange program with you. A lot of your time with them consists of you being a third wheel unfortunately. But they always have your back even during the toughest situations and the three of you shook the jujutsu society. 

⨳ FIRST YEAR STUDENTS; I’m sort of combing them all together because they have similar opinions on you. They respect you a lot, certainly the most in the third year section. Itadori loves watching movies with you and swimming. Nobara wants to be like you, someone even the higher up can’t say much to. Megumi knew you as a child due to both of you being from a high esteemed clan and when you were kings to him, he clinched himself on to you. It wouldn’t be a lie if I said he probably had a childish crush on you before.

⨳ GOJO SATORU; he is your sensei! He wholly believes that you, alongside Hakari and Yuuta, have the ability to surpass him one day. He is one of the reasons why the higher ups are slightly afraid of you (alongside your clan, of course). He sees himself too much in you, he sees bits of Geto too. He wants to protect you from all harm, so when he sees that the King of Curses is obsessed over you, he is willing to do anything it takes to keep you safe. Even if it meant he had to die

⨳ SECOND YEAR STUDENTS; though not a really strong friendship like you have with the third year of the sibling relationship you share with the first years, the second years see you as someone who can guide them. Since you had recently finished second year, they occasionally come to ask help for work and other things. Maki certainly trains with you, you can’t convince me otherwise. Whenever they are on a mission with you, they will look up at you, entrusting everything with you. Because they know the power of Anni Sparks.

#I hope you enjoy this! #ryomen sukuna #sazh matchups #anime matchups #jjk matchup #jujustu kaisen #moots!

[voidandabyssal]

Of the different Gory and Tori’s, whose able to move on and possibly get new datemates or living alone comfortably? Who’s still pineing something pathetic, like honey they don’t want nor need you, stop beating the ROTTING HORSE CARCASS?!?!?

so out of the ones that remain separated, (that's HT, SF, UF) the ones that can get move on are probably Oleander (UF Asgore). He's pretty okay not being with Rose (UF Toriel). The two haven't been together for centuries and he still holds a grudge against her.

He'd still be the same depressed, isolated king that everyone feared in the Underground, but I think he'd act a little more like a bachelor. lol just imagine like the most random of furniture he brought up with him. Fridge unfilled or filled with the most random things (a single lemon takes up the entirety of one shelf, wtf Oleander??)

He doesn't look for romance but I could see him accidentally falling for some cute little human who maybe he meets at the grocery store, who doesn't recognise him and helps him choose which foods to buy for his dinner.

Rose, on the other hand, would prefer to not be in a relationship. Though she would probably go on some casual dates occasionally. A lady has needs, as we all know. But she prefers to, at least for now, focus on providing Frisk the best possible childhood they can have. Once Frisk is an adult tho? wooo boy.

I think you could charm her into liking you. She's into small, cute things, so if you're that then I'm sure she'd be into you.

Hemlock (SF Asgore) is definitely willing to have a relationship. Human, Monster, he doesn't care. As long as they're a good parent to Chara and Chara likes them. That's all that matters.

Hemlock craves the normalcy he once used to have. And having a partner would help satiate that craving. Hemlock also wants more children. Like, a lot, more. So be ready for that lol.

He'd probably end up falling for a single parent, united in their struggles to co-parent with the ex and raise a child in a single household. The two of you would probably grow quite close and happy relationship would spring up from there. (As Dahlia seethes in jealously from the sidelines)

Now Dahlia, on the other hand. While I can't see her actually loving someone initially, I can imagine her marrying again. It would be a marriage of convenience. The Husband or Wife would be a part of some rich Monsters family that Dahlia needs the support of in order to help push against the human government.

Also she needs a new heir to the throne since Hemlock threw her outside his house for trying to make Chara the heir. Sooooo, marriage, YAAAYYY! Hopefully she doesn't find her new partner too annoying.

I think eventually there could be some love that would happen, but it would be a very slow process. Dahlia's a cold and distant woman. She's not going to let anyone in, even if their her partner.

Now there's only one who I could genuinely see never marrying or falling in love again and that's Mirage (HT Toriel). She really suffered in the Underground. First Asgore dies, then Frisk diseapears, never to be seen again, Undyne kicks her off the throne and chases her back to the Ruins, then the famine.

And it's all just too much. Mirage can't handle it, so she falls back onto these harmless little daydreams that help her get by. Eventually she starts to think these daydreams are real, Asgore is alive, and with her, Frisk, Chara and Asriel are all happy and healthy and everyone is still living. Food is plentiful and Monsters are all full of hope and happiness.

Aliza breaks that delusion once she escapes and frees the Monsters from the Underground.

Mirage of course receives medical and mental help and she slowly recovers. Although she never gets over Asgore. I think she'd be more happy to just have Eliza around and maybe after a few decades of recovery, adopt a few children herself.

Though she'd never love anyone more then him.

#void askes #undertale headcanons #undertale au #swapfell asgore #swapfell toriel #swap asgore #swap toriel #fell toriel #fell asgore #horrortale toriel

[infinityhype]

pls give me your morel headcanons NOW

and also knov

please and thank u

Once again went overboard, I did answer one NSFW question (sex headcanons) if anyone wishes to skip.

Other than that, here's all the questions I answered, which was...most of them.

☾ - sleep headcanon

If Morel's sleeping in the same bed as someone, he doesn't necessarily have to cuddle (though he wants to) but does have to be touching them in some way. Is also a "boxers only no matter the weather" sleeper because he gets hot.

Knov wears pajama sets though he'll occasionally "forget" so he can wear one of Morel's old t-shirts that are super soft and comfy. Always cold so sleeps with at least one blanket. 

★ - sad headcanon

Morel acts like he was fine with dying during That Moment in CAA but. He wasn't at all, even if it meant saving the world, and while he was initially angry at Knuckle for not sacrificing him to win, he realized afterward he's grateful Knuckle made that choice.

Knov still blames himself for not being by Morel's side during the Palace Invasion, because he feels he broke their promise to one another. 

☆ - happy headcanon

Morel and Knuckle go to rock concerts together, it's their father son bonding activity

Knov could have never imagined how many people would love him and in turn be loved by him, and even though he's not super open with his feelings, it makes him so, so happy. 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Morel's a pretty patient dude, so when someone pushes him to legitimate anger it's guaranteed to be bad for the person on the receiving end. Violence is a regular occurrence as a Hunter, and there are times it can even be enjoyable in Morel's mind.

Due to his upbringing as a lil mafia boy Knov is rather disaffected by violence, it's simply a tool to use if necessary. Doesn't normally swear very much, so it's easy to tell he's mad when he starts swearing. 

✿ - Sex headcanon

Morel definitely has a preference for partners who boss him around, he wants someone else to take the lead most of the time. His partner's pleasure gets him off as much as his own. Also great at oral no matter your downstairs parts.

Knov would never admit it, not even under duress, but he's a size queen, bigger is better in his opinion. And probably a foregone conclusion, but he wants to be in charge, dude's a top through and through. 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

The main place Morel lives is the captain's quarters on his ship, The Vesper. There's not a lot of windows and dim light so he can take off his sunglasses. A bit sparse (don't want stuff flying around when the ship's in bad weather) but homey. Definitely also has a room in Knov's mansion too. The bed is at least a king size because even if he isn't expecting company, he's a big dude and likes his space.

Knov has a room in his mansion and buys a beach house when he "retires" from being a Hunter because he doesn't want Morel to be too far from the ocean when he comes to stay. He likes neutrals and blues, just kind of plain, calming colors. 

♡ - romantic headcanon

Morel is bisexual, and dated/slept with a number of different people. He's on good terms with the vast majority of his exes, probably got close to marriage at least once before he and Knov got together. A great romantic partner, as long as the partner in question understands his first love is being a Hunter.

Knov is a different story, it took him a long time to realize he's gay, and that he has deep, abiding feelings for Morel. Had many failed relationships with women and a couple of relationships/flings with men before he and Morel got together. Was like, the world's okayest partner to his previous romantic entanglements, but there's probably at least one woman who'd still slap him on sight. 

♥ - family headcanon

Morel is the son of two Hunters: Ursaline Mackernasey and Dr. Lysander "Sandy" Markovic. His mom is a double star Blacklist Hunter, and his dad is a single star Paleograph Hunter. His parents never married but are best friends and love Morel dearly. Also has an adopted brother named Jacquard "Jac" Mackernasey whom Ursaline rescued from a human trafficking ring when he was nine. Jac is also Morel's first mate and a fierce Hunter in his own right.

Knov is the son of Vladislav Galkin, the head of the Galkin Syndicate and de-facto ruler of a resort/gambling town called Port Fortune. His mom is Svetlana "Lana" Galkina, who ran away from her weird religious family in an outlying village and became a waitress at a casino. She caught the attention of Vladislav and they were married in a matter of months, and she gave birth to Knov (real name Evgeny Galkin) less than a year later. He also has a half-sister named Alexsandra "Shura" Galkina who's eight years older and one of their dad's faithful lieutenants. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

Morel's the kind of guy who makes friends wherever he goes and is overall a pretty likable dude. A great friend to go to for advice, because he'll be honest but not mean, if that makes sense.

Knov is a bit standoffish and kind of an ice queen, but loyal to anyone he decides is his friend. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Morel likes hobbies that give him something to do with his hands and where he can utilize his abundant well of patience. Stuff like maintaining pocket watches, fountain pens, whittling/woodworking, and fishing. Also flower arranging! In terms of quirks, if he has to write anything by hand in pen, he keeps the cap in his left hand and plays with it while he's writing. He has a couple of machined metal fountain pens he likes to use because Knov gave them to him and they can survive anything, he has at least one in his pockets at all times.

Knov's main hobby is reading, he has to have a book on/near him at all times. He also loves fountain pens, especially gold nibs. He's usually very plain with what he likes but. Has a couple he got because they reminded him of Morel somehow. (They're pink, or purple, or have shell inlays). He also takes up knitting. In terms of quirks, Knov refuses to dog-ear the pages of his books. 

▼ - childhood headcanon

Morel grew up on his mom's ship, raised by her and the rest of the crew. He had to spend at least one part of the year with his dad, usually at an archive or library in a college/university town. A pretty active kid who got into everything when he was younger, especially had to be watched around any large amount of water because he'd just…jump in. Other than that, a good kid with a strong sense of justice, not  booksmart outside of his interests, but clever and great at understanding people. Finished the equivalent of high school via homeschooling before he went to take the Hunter Exam at 14.

Knov grew up in much different circumstances, in a large house overlooking Port Fortune. His dad took a great interest in molding Knov into a worthy successor, so he got the best of everything. Once Knov learned how to read it became a lifelong obsession, and he would read anything he could get his hands on. His dad didn't allow him much interaction with his mom, but she did teach him how to play card games and the basics of casino games, which became another large part of his life. Eventually, despite all of his successes, Knov grew bored and longed to see the world beyond Port Fortune. He ran away right after his 15th birthday to take the Hunter Exam, where he met another boy around his age named Morel. 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Morel is a really good cook and would be the perfect house husband if he ever gave up the Hunter life but. He'll never do that. He learned how to cook from his dad because his mom has a very limited repertoire of things she can make, mostly involving dried pasta or box curry mix.

Knov is an absolute disaster at cooking but eventually gets good enough to make easy things. Baking though? He's an excellent baker, because baking is a science, and appeals to his fussy nature. 

☼ - appearance headcanon

Morel's natural tendency, when he doesn't exercise constantly, is towards being a bit chubby, definitely has a dad bod in his later years.

Knov has freckles, you can't see them on his face because he's always covering them up, but he has a bunch on the rest of his body. Morel loves to kiss them and Knov acts annoyed but loves it. 

#ask and ye shall receive #I'm sick and have spent most of today laying in bed writing this up #knov hxh #morel hxh #morelknov #headcanons

[alyjojo]

February 🌠 2024 Monthly - Scorpio

Preshuffle: You’re apathetic when it comes to healing your heart, this could be something that’s sat dormant for a long time. Because you don’t care to address it, you’re holding on to grudges and still inwardly angry at things that haven’t gone according to plan, rather than “seeing the light” as I heard it 💡

Meditation: I’ve gotten a lot of water messages this month, people are emotional after this Pluto shift. In your case I was a shark, blood 🩸 thirsty, coming up to your door ready to bite your head off. You opened it up, not expecting anyone, looking a mess, saying “go ahead” as if you could care, getting your head bitten off would end it, be my guest. All of the anger & eagerness to attack drained out of me, and I transformed into a human, crumpled up on the floor, and started to cry. I heard the word “vulnerability”, maybe with an enemy? Or whoever you’re up against.

Main energy: Knight of Pentacles

3 Cups at the bottom and I heard “Valentine’s Day” clearly, you could feel a lot of pressure to perform for someone you’re involved with, when really you just want to take it slow. You don’t know if you really mean the things a person would say on a super romantic day. Basically, don’t go professing your heart to impress, if you don’t mean it 🙏 Some of you may not be super into someone you’re dating, it could be new, you’re still unsure about what you even want. Holiday pressure 😣 You could divert some of this by talking about work, being busy at work, or someone else is and you’re feeling kinda hurt like they don’t care. If it’s an established relationship, you two live together and are committed, I don’t get someone doesn’t care, only if it’s brand new and Scorpio has been through some shit. On *the* day specifically though, one person may be busy or trying to keep themselves busy, and that may hurt someone else’s feelings. For those newly dating, you may have been on your own for a long time when you just decide to go to one of those V-Day mingling mixer sort of events, just to put yourself out there. If newly dating, you or another person may be very slow to take something seriously, commit, or even get romantic at all. Heavy Pentacles, it’s an energy of *meaning* what you/they say, or they won’t say it, and they don’t rush into anything either, it’s a very slow build…but one that’s stable & long lasting. Or that’s the goal.

What’s going on in February:

4 Wands:

If you’re in a stable relationship or marriage, you’ve got a person locked down, then you’re expecting a night of passion 💋, lust, obsession, intense love. Not just that day, all of them 💯 You could have a partner that avoids getting intimate or they have some sort of reason why they can’t/don’t. If you’re dating and haven’t gotten to that part yet, that’s what the pressure is about. Are you expected to fk someone you don’t even know if you want to commit to? No! Nor should they, if that’s switched, you could be the one pressuring, there’s a Scorpio out there with a lusty scheme to lock someone down that’s being called out. Most of you want a full commitment, trust & security, or it’s no thanks, not ready & not interested. It may be hard to verbalize that for some though. You could avoid V-Day altogether, make up an excuse, say “you don’t believe in it” or anything to get you out of this pressure. Singles feel extra pressure to not be.

The Magician:

Yeesh 😬 You’re coming up as King of Swords rev, this guy is…not nice, very sharp, cutting, demeaning, arrogant, he puts others down a lot due to “superior intelligence”. He can describe someone narcissistic - or acting in this way at least. For many it’s you, not really knowing how else to respond to a situation you don’t want to be in, you turn cold, rude, and arrogant to maybe push someone away or they need to get the hint. Fk off, you’re busy. Emotionally very cold. You’re defensive of emotions, possibly still holding onto old memories, an ex, or they are. For a lot of you something feels too new to be bamboozled by romance, you’re not into this at all. Or switch it, and that’s someone else’s energy towards you. Someone could be ornery, like if your person just blows you off and doesn’t seem to care, you could go out with someone else. Maybe sleep with them? Or someone you’re involved with has someone else, maybe you do, there are some valid reasons or blocks to why you’re so cold and standoffish with a person, or they are with you, and I’m seeing multiple options with lust showing up as the main factor. Some of you could just be dating an asshole that expects you to fk them or they’re mean, cold, heartless and “punish” you if you don’t. Gross, bye 👋🏽

The Lovers:

In this case The Lovers are showing multiple options, dating around, but not sleeping around - that could be a boundary. You may judge potential partners simply on how they act about you not wanting to mess around, is there pushback? Bye 👋🏽 Knight of Cups at the bottom, you’re about the emotional fulfillment, romance, someone that really cares about you. Intimacy is more than sex, you realize this, but you could have some people around you or dating you that are shallow, selfish, and superficial. That’s…life, for a deep person. The Lovers is clarified by 5 Wands, more people. There is no one person, there are a whole gang of people, and with The World, you could be ending all of them. Or you’re dating online. They’re not up to par, don’t treat you how you want to be treated, aren’t compatible, ick go away. If you’re with someone seriously and they’re not taking you seriously, there could be grounds for an argument, if someone isn’t loving, caring, vulnerable…romantic, more than physical. Physical is a natural side effect or next step after established intimacy. Do they get it? No? Bye 👋🏽

The Sun rev:

I love the energy, though it may be difficult. You don’t want to settle, and you’re not confident about people you’ve been seeing/dating. But you’re starting to lose hope you’ll ever find what you’re looking for, does *anyone* speak a romantic language or are you just deluding yourself. Everyone’s fking everyone over here and you’re like UGH. Or that’s someone you’re dealing with. Intimacy is something that’s built, it doesn’t just happen. Eye contact, hand holding, talking, dating, anticipation. Some of these people are completely clueless to what that even is. Is it possible with them, maybe, but that’s about speaking your needs, desires, and standards. Vulnerability… To cut them some slack, they may see passion AS intimacy, especially immature men (I’m sorryyyy but I’m not), and for a water sign you might have to explain it like they’re a big baby 😆 They may have no idea what you’re talking about, and I’m not sure if you have the patience to show them. It should come naturally, to you.

8 Wands:

You have Death here twice, 4 Pentacles at the bottom which is holding tightly to your position, not giving in, not even communicating since this is a card of swift messages or actions being taken, you’re not. You could be ending a connection altogether, or someone else is. But the issue is nothing being said. Is it necessary to “teach” your partner how to love you?? Sometimes, yeah! Especially if they’ve never been with anyone like you, you could be a higher caliber of a person with standards and shit, maybe they’ve been with fkboys/girls or superficial people their whole life, you don’t know. But only if you see real potential with someone, and for many I’m getting you just don’t. For those of you willing, in a committed relationship with someone on a totally different page than you, communicating your needs is what the advice is. Whether they’re holding back or you are, in most cases it’s both, it’s not you vs. them. It’s “this is what I need to feel loved & desired” and then openly discussing their needs too. Some can fix this and see the potential they’re looking for (or this wouldn’t be here), and for some, it’s not even worth it, and you already know that. It’s possible other people are getting involved, there are jealousy games or competition, and you’re not interested in that. Either way there’s an important Death occurring in your connections. Death of a connection or Death of a lack of mutual exchange, honesty & vulnerability in yourself/connections. Your desires are important 🧡

Signs you may be dealing with:

Gemini, Virgo, Capricorn, Leo, Pisces & Aries

Oracle: ✨

8 Death ☠️

Death is scary. Endings - whether they are planned or a surprise - are most often accompanied with a sense of anxiety, unease, or more strongly with denial and refusal to let go of the person, relationship, or situation that is ending. Endings always signify beginnings. As in the new beginning card, this card urges you to let go gracefully. Do not attach yourself to the emotions and the energy of what is ending. Feel it, experience it, and then let it go. A slight shift in perspective is sometimes all that is needed to experience this transition with grace and ease. Instead of thinking “oh no - I have to start all over!” shift your perspective to more of “I have a new start!” It will raise your vibrations and carry you through this time of change. This card can also signify the end of a troublesome situation.

We enter into February as:

Rose Without Thorns 🌹:

“It is time to face my true feelings.”

You are most fortunate. As we mature, we learn that to enjoy the beauty of a rose, we must occasionally risk getting pricked by a thorn. You are not facing “the same situation”, this is the dawn of feelings being awakened and a new truth being born. You’re being presented with a different way to live. Trust you will know what to do. Stay open. Time changes us all if we’re lucky, it’s time to surrender and make the change. The best incentive to change is often love.

What is to be learned in February:

Final Sunset 🌅 :

“A life has come to its spectacular conclusion.”

This is a reminder to cherish all of the beauty in your life, including endings. Spirit embraces you and the loss you are aware of at this time. When we watch a day’s sunset, we can recognize the beauty of an ending. All things have a completion, even life. This is the end of a long journey. It is a time to reflect on your part of history, and discover what you value most. This could be a long emotional road ending, or simply a project at work that took a lot of effort and time. Too often we look to what is “next”, and miss the spectacular beauty of the finale. Do not fear the completion. Stay in the now, cry, laugh, reflect. Be with the fullness of your experience.

Orange may be a lucky color 🧡

#scorpio #astrology #monthly #monthly tarot reading #february 2024 #tarot #tarotblr

[michaelnguyendotme]

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[to-star-lake]

one & only

sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader { you're sanzu's one and only. }

18+ minors dni | murder, drug use, dark themes, rough sex, choking, toxic relationship, character death, bonten sanzu

a/n: sanzu's name { 三途 } is written the same as 三途の川 { sanzu-no-kawa, “river of three crossings” or “sanzu river” } which is the japanese buddhist version of the river styx.

sanzu doesn't call you his girlfriend. he'd never use such pedestrian language to describe what you are to him. soulmate is closer. but still, to take everything he felt about you and edit it down to a single word? it wouldn't be possible.

the best he could describe it is perhaps that you were made for him.

the day mikey introduced you to the other executives as bonten's newest advisor, sanzu stood in the back of the room, unconsciously biting his lip as he stared at your clean and crisp white tee shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. your perfect skin. your shiny hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. your delicate hands. and the sharp glisten of your eyes. you looked so sincere.

a top scholar and graduate of the national university. your parents had been foreign diplomats. you spoke five languages. all this brilliance packaged neatly behind such a pretty face. oh, you were so perfect. so pristine. i'll make you regret playing with monsters, little princess. sanzu thought he couldn't wait to break you.

it didn't take him long to realize how wrong he was.

he'd stare at your hands, the ones he thought were so delicate, as they beat mercilessly into the skull of a traitor that lay limp beneath you. being a bonten advisor meant you never needed to get your hands dirty. but you didn't mind. and sanzu felt a trickling heat of excitement shimmy up his spine watching the blood splatter across your perfect skin, staining your clean shirt.

he'd listen in awe in the war room as your fingertips traced gracefully over blueprints of the city, and you'd describe plans for a new building downtown. a new shell business to run money through. a merger with a smaller, weaker gang simply as a means to procure disposable foot soldiers for mikey.

on one particular night, he'd sat back and watched you, transfixed, as he pulled the car up beside a dark tinted suv at a stoplight on a deserted street on the outskirts of shinjuku. you'd pointed your gun out the open window, so fast and precise on the trigger, taking out all the passengers in the car. he would've missed the shots with a single blink.

he couldn't recall all the details of the rest of that night. but he woke to find you in his bed the next morning, your naked body tucked comfortably under his sheets beside him.

his head pounded and he tried to remember what happened but all that he could recall were a series of blurred images. of the two of you leaving the war room together after receiving orders from mikey to take out the heads of a rival gang. a vision of your bare thighs, exposed under a short, plaid skirt as you sat in his passenger seat, and the quiet rattle as you attached a silencer to the end of your gun.

he remembered the sound of indistinct chatter and an image of you sitting across from him in a dimly lit restaurant. a vague recollection of a bottle of scotch, of him staring at himself in the restaurant's bathroom mirror as he wiped some white residue from his upper lip. of you, bent over the sink with a straw in your nose. a blurred reel of your legs wrapped around his waist, of him pushing you up against the mirror so hard the glass cracked and you moaned into his open mouth. you sounded as sweet as you tasted.

in the grey winter light here in his bed, he looked at the blotches of blue and purple bruises that lined your neck and chest. at the edge of your perfect lips, a little swollen and the skin a little cracked. at the indentation of teeth marks on your shoulder, red with coagulated blood under the surface.

your eyes fluttered open and for a moment he was afraid. afraid that the cold light of day would be too harsh for you. afraid that all that was mystifying and beautiful in the night would be destroyed by the light. afraid you would leave.

but you'd looked into his eyes for a moment, and your lashes fell closed and you'd snuggled into his side, languidly dragging your arm across his chest.

let's sleep a little more, my head hurts and we still have at least another hour before we have to go meet the others.

oh, your voice sounded so sweet, still raspy with sleep, a lullaby to his ears.

as bonten leaders, he knew a relationship with you was strictly forbidden. he knew what mikey would do if he or any of the others ever found out. and he knew you knew too.

but you simply shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your clothes that were scattered across the floor of his bedroom. like you knew what he was thinking, and said i'm not afraid of them. are you?

he'd laughed at himself then. just who was corrupting who? he wondered.

the time he had with you began to envelope his heart. and the love he felt for you; small, crackling embers at first, had grown into a fire so bright and wild and twisted it could not be extinguished.

you were his partner; his chosen one. he loved the way your knuckles looked when they were bruised and red; such a beautiful contrast against your delicate and soft skin. he loved the way your fingers graced the handle of your gun, the dead calm of your eyes when you pulled the trigger. he was intoxicated with the knowledge that you were watching every time he carried out his duty as executioner.

his infatuation with you burned in his chest when he'd glance up at you, standing in the distance, eyes fixed on him and you'd slowly drag the palm of your hand up your thigh; testing his willpower to not pin you to the ground and tear you apart right then and there in front of his men.

under the cover of darkness, the two of you came alive. going on sprees, speeding through the bright streets of tokyo, the lights around you a blurred spectral of color to your bloodshot, medicated eyes.

in the midnight hours, your bodies would be intertwined, and in your arms he found a sanctuary. your body was the most addicting drug of all. you made all the pain disappear.

the quiet hours of the early morning, when time teetered on the edge of night and day, he'd lay on your chest, and for just a little while, his world would fall quiet. the air around him felt still. he would be coming down from his high, and he could feel everything. but he didn't mind. these small hours of lucidity shone brilliantly in his mind. when he could hear your breathing. feel your heartbeat so vividly beneath your bones. smell the lingering and sweet scent of your skin on his.

he'd become so possessed by you, so possessive of you that one night when he had you laid out beneath him, your legs spread wide for him, and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. so perfect like this for him. your skin, slick with a layer of sweat, luminescent in the moonlight. your lips, parted and choking out shaky pleas for him, begging him not to stop.

he buried himself so deep inside you, nails clawing into your skin, so desperate to be one with you. and he thought no one, no one else would have you like this. he was so intoxicated by the medley of pills in his system, completely unhinged in the euphoria of being inside you, he'd reached for his gun on the nightstand and held it to your forehead, point blank between your eyes.

you didn't even flinch. he watched you knock the gun from his hands, and slide your fingers up his wrists, and pulled his hands to your neck, letting him wrap them around your throat. if you're gonna kill me, do it with your own hands, you'd said.

god, he loved you so much. he wanted you so much, he needed you so much. he'd closed his hands around your neck with the gentlest force and watched your eyes roll back.

say my name, he'd command. and when you did, he closed his hands more forcefully around your delicate neck so he could feel the vibration in your throat as you choked out his name over and over. you'd clenched down so tight around him and he came harder than he ever had, collapsing into you.

he'd slowly let go of you, chest heaving, and gently caress at the skin of your neck, red and starting to bruise.

y/n...if i died, would you die with me? he'd whisper into your skin.

mmh, yeah. you'd whisper back.

i don't want anyone else to have you. i want you to be mine forever. he'd kiss the corner of your lips.

he'd feel your fingers laced up into his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close.

what am i going to do with you...i might really kill you one of these days.

he'd lift his head to look at you. and your expression didn't change a bit. your eyes held the same resolve they always did, and you said, then i'll wait for you by the sanzu river.

this was what flashed through his mind when he walked into one of bonten's warehouses late one evening for a meeting of the executives, and he saw all of them standing in a circle around you, bound and tied, blood streaming from your hairline, your bruised body limp on the concrete.

he fell to his knees then, watching mikey shove the end of his gun against your temple.

did you think i wouldn't find out? mikey's thumb clicked down on the hammer.

he saw your eyes flutter open and find his. you smiled.

the muzzle flash was bright, and the shot rang through the dark, open space.

he stared at the blood pooling from the side of your head into the dust. he felt a single tear roll down his cheek. shit, am i really crying right now? he laughed at himself.

WHO ARE YOU LOYAL TO, SANZU?! mikey demanded.

i'll wait for you by the sanzu river. your words echoed in his mind.

mikey may have been his king. but you were the redeemer, his messiah, his salvation.

the choice was simple.

he pulled his own gun from its holster and held it up to his temple.

i'm on my way, love.

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[aphrostarot]

What is Going on in Your Connection

What is happening in the connection between you and the person you are thinking of?

Please remember that this is a general reading and some things may not apply to you. Don't force it to fit. I offer paid readings on my page if you would like a personal reading. Prices are listed there. Please message me if you are interested!

Pile One (Rose Quartz):

Person A (Could be you or them)

For the sake of simplicity, I will be calling you partner A but you may resonate with partner two, and if that’s the case you will need to swap out the yous and theys.

Who are you currently?

Five of Wands:

The energy I am getting here suggests that you and/or this person were in a competitive and jealous relationship in the past. It was not a healthy relationship at all, and it was very painful. This does not have to be romantic, it can also be platonic.

Eight of Cups:

Right now, you're leaving that in the past. Healing from that relationship. You are managing to get through it, no matter how much it hurts, which demonstrates your strength and willpower. Even so, you're still in the process of healing from that relationship.

What are your thoughts on the connection?

Three of Cups:

You find this person very interesting, funny, and great partner material. Their presence would not bother you at all, as you want to spend time with them. You think you two are a perfect match. You want to go to parties with them. It is important to you that they meet your family and friends because you believe that they will get along well with them.

Oracle:

Feast:

It's important to slow down and acknowledge how far you've come. Don't forget to celebrate yourself and what deserves celebrating. If you don't slow down and recognize how far you have come, you will make your life far worse than it needs to be. Your guides are telling you to slow down, you need to listen to them.

Person B (Could be you or them)

Who are they currently?

The World:

The two of you seem to be mirroring each other. Following a period of completion, you are both ready to begin a new chapter of your lives.

Page of Cups:

After having gone through that phase of completion, now they are ready for a fresh take on life and love. They are trying to accomplish this. As a result, they are becoming more empathetic, romantic, and childish. It is as if they are looking through rose-colored glasses more often.

What are their thoughts on the connection?

Nine of Pentacles:

It is their dream to marry you. They want a very traditional relationship in which they are the provider. Taking care of you is important to them. They see you as the product of all their hard work.

Seven of Pentacles:

Although they are not in the position to be in a relationship right now, this card shows that their love for you will develop over time. They are willing to wait for you to come into their lives. If they are already in your life, this shows that they are willing to wait for this period in your relationship to end, they are willing to wait for you.

Oracle:

Mural:

This person’s guides are telling them to make sure they are their own first priority. For a long time, they have put everyone else before themselves, but now it's time for them to put on their own oxygen masks before focusing on everyone else. Currently, they are focusing on themselves, making sure they are okay.

The Connection

What is happening behind the scenes of the connection?

Knight of Wands:

Both of your guides are working endlessly to bring the two of you together, to make the two of you work. A lot of fast movement is taking place behind the scenes of this connection. Both of you are unaware of this, but your guides are working tirelessly to bring you together.

Six of Cups:

This is a soulmate card. As soulmates, your guides recognize that you two are being pulled together. Your souls are aligned, and you are being guided to each other. If you have the feeling that they are your soulmate, but don't believe it, this is the guide's way of telling you that you are right, this is your soulmate.

Six of Pentacles:

Your guides are putting a lot of people in your lives to help the both of you come together. They are being very generous with the two of you, they want you two to be together and they are giving both of you their best effort to make this work.

Oracle:

Thorns:

In this card, you are putting your own crown on every single day and then focusing on everyone else. Currently, both of you are concentrating on yourself so that when you two get together, you will be able to help others since you helped yourselves first.

Pile Two (Fuchsite):

Person A (Could be you or them)

For the sake of simplicity, I will be calling you partner A but you may resonate with partner two, and if that’s the case you will need to swap out the yous and theys.

Who are you currently?

Knight of Wands:

Currently, you are feeling very enthusiastic about life. You have been moving very quickly and pushing through life with great excitement. The pedal is firmly on the floor, and you are speeding towards your dreams.

King of Pentacles:

You dream of being on top, of becoming a leader in your field, of being someone that everyone looks up to. You are racing towards this goal. You want to be successful and financially stable and that is coming in.

What are your thoughts on the connection?

King of Cups:

The King of Cups is very romantic and very empathic. You are devoted to this person and want only the best for them. You believe this person could be the one for you, the one you would like to marry and spend the rest of your life with.

The Moon:

Since you are such a romantic you feel like you are not viewing this connection correctly. Part of you thinks that it is too good to be true and that you don’t view this correctly. You feel like this is another situation like you have been in the past.

Oracle:

Potion:

You understand the importance of self-care and what it means to practice it. However, there has been a lapse in your own self-care for some time, and your guides are telling you that right now, you need to take care of yourself. As soon as you do this it will help this person to come into your life.

Person B (Could be you or them)

Who are they currently?

Two of Swords:

They had been in a stalemate in their life and it was really hard for them. They needed to make a decision and they didn’t which caused them to live in this stalemate. They had people in their life who caused more harm than good and they knew that they needed to do something about it but they chose to turn a blind eye. Resulting in a stalemate.

Three of Cups:

Having this card come out too is showing me that they are no longer in that stalemate or they are just about to come out the other side. They're celebrating and they're very happy. They are happier than they have been in a long time. They have regained their footing or they are about to. They however are still on a healing journey.

What are their thoughts on the connection?

Four of Swords:

Currently, they are not ready to start a relationship yet because they are in a rest period. After getting out of the rough patch, they are trying to regain their strength. For a while, they want to heal and be alone.

Page of Swords:

They are interested in you, they can feel your energy and your presence and this makes them want a relationship with you. They have considered it. However, the things they have gone through in their life are holding them back from actually pursuing this relationship.

Oracle:

Castle:

This is the card of healing. This person is going through a period of healing themselves. This is all that they are focused on currently. Their guides are pushing them to maintain on this path, to heal so that they can be ready for a relationship.

The Connection

What is happening behind the scenes of the connection?

The Hierophant:

As this card represents tradition and marriage, it is telling me that you and this person will eventually get married. Both of your guides are pushing you to get to this point together. As this card also represents slowness, it also tells me that it will take some time, but that it will happen in the end.

Knight of Cups:

The romance card represents a relationship filled with devotion and passion. Both of your guides are bringing this to you. You two will be together one day you just have to be optimistic.

The Emperor:

In both of your lives, your guides have been elevated to a leadership position. The two of you are being led towards each other. They are helping mold you both into the people you are meant to be at the time of your relationship.

Oracle:

Flower:

The two of you may struggle to be honest with yourselves and your guides are saying that while you are together you will be more willing to be honest with yourselves. During this relationship, you will be more optimistic and aware.

Pile Three (Amethyst):

Person A (Could be you or them)

For the sake of simplicity, I will be calling you partner A but you may resonate with partner two, and if that’s the case you will need to swap out the yous and theys.

Who are you currently?

Four of Wands:

After a period of instability, your life has been very stable. You are ready to settle down, start a family, and plant roots. Create something of your own after living a life where you haven’t been able to plant your own roots.

The World:

The World is showing that you have reached an ending in your life. With the Four of Wands, it is telling me that the ending is in instability. You have found stability for the first time in a long time, and this has given you the chance to reassess what you want out of life.

What are your thoughts on the connection?

Knight of Pentacles:

Seeing as though this is the card of patience, this is showing me that you are willing to wait for this relationship. This person feels like they could be the one and you know that you do not want to rush into anything so, you are willing to take it slow and wait.

Ace of Pentacles:

You feel all warm and fuzzy when you think of this person; they make you very happy. As I mentioned before, you think that they are the one for you and you want to build a foundation with them. This card also suggests that you are willing to take things slow and wait as long as it takes. If you are already in this relationship, this is telling me that you are waiting for this person to propose. You want a ring.

Oracle:

Castle:

Taking the path of healing, and following your intuition, is the message of this card. Your guides are saying that you have taken the time to heal yourself in the recent past. You have focused on yourself and have listened to your intuition, which has told you that you needed some time alone to heal. And now that you are on the outside, you are ready to spend time with someone other than yourself.

Person B (Could be you or them)

Who are they currently?

Seven of Cups:

They are being faced with a choice. They have things going on in their life and have many options to get out of it but they are having trouble making that decision.

Seven of Swords:

This decision may have something to do with a betrayal of some sort. To me, it feels like they are dealing with a toxic ex or a toxic friend. Something that caused them a lot of pain. The reason they are struggling with this decision is that this person has a soft spot in their heart and they don’t know how to let them go.

What are their thoughts on the connection?

Three of Cups:

They want to spend time with you, they think that you are very funny and interesting, they want to spend time with you. They definitely are interested in you and have thought about being in a relationship with you.

Page of Wands:

They think you're cool and that you're fun to be around. This is another card showing that they have definitely thought about being in a relationship with you. If you are worried that they think you are crazy, this is not the case, they definitely think you are cool.

Oracle:

Lighthouse:

They are in a period of life where they feel like they are the only one who has their back. They have gone through that heartache and this has made them feel very abandoned and alone. Their guides are saying that they need this period of alone time to focus on themselves so they can heal and be whole again.

The Connection

What is happening behind the scenes of the connection?

High Priestess:

Your guides do not want you to know what is happening in this connection yet. All they are willing to tell you with this card is that what is meant for you, will never pass you up. Your guides are there to help guide you to what is meant for you, so, your guides are helping to guide you to this person.

Nine of Pentacles:

Your guides are leading the two of you together. Though, they want you to know that this will take some time. Your relationship with this person will be very traditional and you will have a lot in common. You will be attached at the hip. They want you to make sure that you have friends, hobbies, and other things outside of this relationship because you may end up lost in a bubble with them.

Knight of Wands:

Your guides want you to know that they are working hard to bring you together in the future. You two are not yet fully prepared for this relationship, your guides say. This is why it will take some time before the two of you get together. Before you get together, you need to focus on yourselves. According to your guides, this is the best course of action.

Oracle:

Universe:

In this relationship, you will learn that you are a mere speck in the galaxy of the universe, that you are not alone, and that you have an important role to play in your own world. In your individual worlds, you will accomplish a lot even if it does not have an effect on the whole universe. Your guides assure you that it is still very important.

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[issaxcharlie]

Falling like the stars✨

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N never got to be a thing. Whatever they had ended abruptly when she settled on someone with far more status than the aspiring guitarist. Months later, now single, Luke entangles her in a scheme to make Sunset Curve more popular. The only thing she needs to do is fake date him for 2 weeks.

Songs used: Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, Loved You First by One Direction and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.

High school is a world by itself. It has its own system and everyone moves through it. It is something that although it is not discussed, everyone knows. Including the three members of Sunset Curve, who are lying in the yard trying to find a solution to their latest problem.

"We need more people to support our music. If we can't get this little school to support us, how are we going to fill clubs or sign with a label?” Reggie wonders aloud to himself, no matter how hard they try, they can't get the Los Feliz student body to listen to their band.

“We should have thought about it before, Reg. Now we're just the problem kids who most likely won't finish school. Why would they come to see us at those seedy little clubs when they can go show off at football games.” Luke stands up suddenly after Alex words, one of those huge smiles that comes out when he has a really bad idea on his face.

“Well it seems that the solution is easy, boys. We have to make them see us on the same level as those jocks.”

“Oh yeah, and how are we going to do that, genius?” Alex fiddles with his hands as he rests his head on Reggie, both tired of not being able to come even close to fulfilling their dream.

Luke points to the nearest post, on which there are at least 5 posters to support the homecoming king and queen.

“Really? Do you think someone would vote for you? Before all those star athletes who also have a cheerleader to back them up? You basically have just us and I don't think I can do one of those tricks.”

“We’ll think of something. Winning that stupid thing would put us directly in the top of the pyramid. We’ll find a way, we always do.” Before anyone can respond, some screaming and commotion can be heard.

“Savannah is accusing Y/N to mess with her man! Run, they are in the hall!" students mention as they start running to watch the discussion.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’ll better go and see if I can help her somehow.” Alex gets up and Reggie begins to follow him, but not before turning to make sure Luke is following too. The guitarist makes an irritated face but ends up walking behind his friends.

From the moment they enter the main hall they can hear the screeches of probably the most popular girl in school, Savannah Miller. One of those typical unbearable girls who for some reason always reach the top of the elite in schools despite treating everyone badly.

Y/N Y/L is on the other side of the discussion, she looks calm and even bored. The first thing Luke digests from Savannah's words is that she thinks Y/N was making out with her idiot of a boyfriend during third period. What's interesting about the situation is that Diego cheated on Y/N with Savannah maybe a week and a half ago and had been dating her ever since.

But that's not Y/N's style, no matter how angry she is.

Luke knows her well enough, or so he wants to believe. She was always good friends with Alex and Reggie, and her relationship with them remained strong over the years despite how unstable and fleeting her relationship with the guitarist was.

He's never going to admit how deeply he felt for her. How much it screwed him up that just when he finally began to believe they could be something else, she completely walked away from his life so she could date the man that would end up cheating on her just because he looked more promising at the time. Rich, popular, the quarterback of the football team, the ‘perfect guy’ she said to the boys.

But hey, that's past.

Luke looks up to meet Y/N's eyes on him. In the moment she realizes she was caught, she sneakily turns to Alex, who is just inches from the guitarist and smiles at him.

“Are you actually smiling? You think this is funny?” The girl looks furious, but she's smart enough not to make this a battle of strength.

“I already told you, Savannah. It wasn’t me.”

“I can count, Y/N. Neither you nor Diego were in class."

And that’s when it hits him. The possibility of getting to the top of the pyramid in front of him. Because maybe Y/N is not the most popular, but it is undoubtedly one of the most loved by everyone. Intelligent, caring, beautiful, talented. And she certainly has the status after dating Diego Hernandez for one semester. No one had managed more than 3 months with him and the guitarist thinks that was a good sign that that idiot is not a good idea but well, it wasn’t his choice.

Luke begins to walk towards the center of the circle, Alex tries to stop him but cannot catch his arm in time. Both girls turn to see him surprised, but neither says anything.

"You can go find culprits elsewhere, Y/N was busy with me at the time. You can ask whoever you want and they'll tell you that I wasn't in class during third period either."

Of course, he wasn't there because the trio got into Reggie's old truck to get some hotdogs but no one has to know that.

His hand goes to take her firmly by the hip, just like all those nights that now only remain as memories. He is looking at every inch of her face, searching for her reaction, and is surprised by the naturalness with which the girl accepts the gesture. As if his hand belongs there. And maybe, just maybe, it does.

“Do you really want me to believe this?” Savannah asks, clearly annoyed.

“Y/N and Patterson? There’s just no way in hell. C’mon babe, he’s just pathetic, you could do better.” Diego says out loud as he approaches the scene in the middle of Y/N and Savannah.

There's something about the disgruntled way they both said it that makes Luke want to prove that a girl like her could want him. He doesn’t know how to distinguish if it is pride or insecurity but at the moment he is not interested.

He's barely going to open his mouth to defend himself when Y/N starts talking. "No. You can speak as badly as you want of me but you're not going to bring Luke into this."

Luke lets go of her so he can step back a few inches and see her from a better angle. She’s definitely not calm anymore. Her face looks altered and she is undoubtedly in protective mode. She turns to see him when she feels his hand leave her body but he offers her his hand and she intertwines it between her fingers without hesitation. At this rate she is taking control of the situation so he is going to let her continue and try to achieve his goal along the way.

“I know you need a partner to have any hope of winning the crown, but choosing Patterson is a desperate move.”

And that’s his cue. "If my baby wants that crown I will get it for her. It's that easy.”

“What? I do-” At that moment Luke panics and pulls her by the hand that they have intertwined and with the other holds her face while bringing their lips together. When he reacts to what he is doing he is afraid that Y/N will push him in front of everyone but to his surprise she kisses him back instantly, releasing his hand to bring him closer to the neck.

The kiss is passionate and almost desperate, but it only lasts a few seconds since a voice brings them back.

"This feels like deja vu." Reggie whispers to Alex, they both walked during the discussion towards the circle and are so close that Luke and Y/N heard him clearly.

“Well, we already clarified that she was not with your boyfriend so, I’ll take my girl. It was a pleasure, we should repeat this another day... said no one ever." Luke takes her hand and leads her to the nearest empty living room, Reggie and Alex locking the door behind him.

“What the hell was that crown bullshit? Why did you even cover for me? What are you up to? At least tell me is fun... or that includes you shirtless.” She jokes, a cheeky smile spreads in Luke’s face.

“I need a favor and thought you’ll appreciate an alibi.” She raises her eyebrow in reflex.

“Why would I help you, Lucas?” Luke can only think of how she makes a name as simple and boring as Lucas sound so sexy when she says it. Is incredible.

“Cut the act, beautiful. We both know you've never been able to resist me.” Y/N laughs amused at the boy’s sassiness. She won't admit it but she missed his eyes on her. She missed the way he uses that cocky stupid voice that melts her when he wants something. How he gets closer with each sentence, or his lips on her mouth.

Before she can counter attack, Alex stands in front of the guitarist raising his hands. “I know he’s an idiot, but we really need your help, Y/N. If we want Sunset Curve to gain popularity we have to start here, and this is our last year. Gaining popularity among the elite of the school would help us a lot.”

“We are getting desparate.” Reggie adds, a sad smile on his face.

“And pretending I made out with Luke in third period and getting to be homecoming dance queen and king helps you... why?”

“That crown is literally a test of popularity and status. It would put Luke on the same level as the popular kids like Savannah and Diego. People would be more interested in Sunset Curve after that. For now, for them we are only three good for nothing that one day will not appear around here again. You heard yourself that those two didn't think Luke was good enough."

Her face flushes with anger as soon as she remembers the contemptuous tone of voice they used to refer to Luke. If they hadn't been in the middle of the hall, she probably would have said a lot more than she did. That single comment is enough to make her decide, so without thinking Y/N asks “What do you need me to do?”

“Just play perfect couple with Luke until homecoming dance. Then you are queen and king, Sunset Curve gets the fans we deserve, you get to laugh at Savannah’s face and you can separate next day if you want to.”

“I’m not sure If someone is going to believe it.” She blurts out loud as she glances at the guitarist.

“Oh please, you know each others mouth better than your own names.” Reggie says without thinking, Luke snorted with laughter and Y/N blushes like crazy.

“Yeah, and you used to spend a lot of time together too, two weeks shouldn’t be that hard.” Alex tries to recover the seriousness of the situation to close the deal.

“Okay then. If I can help Sunset Curve and get that smirk of superiority off Savannah's face then sounds good to me. Are you willing to date me, Patterson?”

Their eyes meet again and without a sign of hesitation her now officially boyfriend for the next two weeks, answers.

“Beautiful, you have no idea.”

There is something about relationships that never get to happen that make the heart weigh more, that nostalgia to be stronger, the person more difficult to forget. Luke can't help but remember during the last periods of the day just how good it felt to taste the girl's lips again. Feelings of desire, of familiarity, of belonging. All colliding and going deep into his bones.

He decided a long time ago he didn't do relationships, but if he did, it would have been with her. He was willing to break that rule for her, but she had the final decision and it wasn't him. He accidentally put himself in the perfect situation though. All those what if’s will finally have an answer.

For two weeks he can test what it would have been if Y/N Y/L had chosen him. And when he finally tries the experience he will be free. Free from all the what if’s, free from her, from her memory. And there's also the part of how much the band will benefit. The main objective of doing this, obviously.

The last hour is finally over and Luke sped off toward Reggie's truck. In front of it is Alex already waiting and he can see Reggie and Y/N also walking in the same direction. The four of them regroup and Y/N starts to discuss game plan.

“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it well. There will be a party at Finch's house this Saturday and the three of you are coming with me."

The three members of Sunset Curve make an annoyed face at the words of their friend. "That's exactly why no one supports you. You think you are too cool to hang out with the people but then you want everyone to happily buy your shirts and listen to your music."

“She has a point there.” Alex agrees, and puts his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay, let’s do this. If you all come with me, we can leave early and crash one of those places you usually play. Maybe even have some people of the party to come with us and hear you rock the shit out of that place.” All three smile with bright eyes In response.

“You got yourself a deal, pretty lady.” Reggie says in a flirting tone and winks at her. Luke gives him a light punch on the arm.

"I'll see you on Saturday in my house then, at nine. Goodbye boys." She winks at Luke and walks over to her car, making sure to do a perfect walk because she knows pretty well that the guitarist isn't going to stop watching her until she pulls out of the parking lot.

Luke gives her a perfect smile one last time before Y/N leaves school. These two weeks are going to be weird.

The four members of the band are in the truck, Bobby decided to get out of school recently but a party and a gig sounds like a rad Saturday. Luke gets out and walks to the door to wait for Y/N to come out. When she finally comes down he feels like all the air is coming out of his lungs.

She's wearing the black Sunset Curve t-shirt that he forgot one of the many times he climbed up to the second floor of the house to see her. A short black skirt and one of his red flannels that he probably left there several months ago as well. Black fishnets stockings which he can't help but imagine ripping out with his teeth, her lips in that tone of red that drives him crazy, and her classic black boots that he hadn't seen since she started dating the cheating idiot.

“Genius huh? Is there anything that says more ‘Luke Patterson’s property’ than this? I don’t think so." She smiles proudly and blushes when she notices Luke's gaze locked on her legs. Fishnets may have been included in the outfit due to a certain weakness that the musician has towards them.

The hair that the guitarist is used to seeing in a perfect bun lately, is now loose and tousled. As rebellious as the day he met her, moving in harmonious tune to the rhythm of Now or Never.

Luke reaches out to to entwine his hand in her hair and whispers slowly into her ear “You look... fucking hell, you are not playing fair, baby.” Lightly biting her lobe when he’s done speaking.

They both linger in a trance for a few seconds, considering whether they should just walk in and lock the door. But before they can decide, the boys that already know this story pretty well and are sick of waiting for them while they flirt, get out of the truck. Reggie carries Y/N like a sack of potatoes and between Bobby and Alex take Luke by the arms, putting them in the vehicle so they can finally get to the lame party and then, the gig.

When they finally arrive, the eyes of almost all the girls go to the members of the band, who are definitely dressed for the occasion. Y/N can't help but notice how most of the cheerleaders wink at her boyfriend. Yeah, it’s not real and will last two weeks, but for now she justs wants to forget that part and enjoy the feeling of him being hers.

So she makes a small, harmless gesture to mark territory and puts her hand in the guitarist's back pocket.

Luke turns to see her, an amused smirk on his face. “Jealousy looks so hot on you, I wouldn't mind if you marked my lips with that red lipstick too."

That statement resonates in Y/N’s head. All the times Diego refused to kiss her so as not to stain himself and even forbade her to use that lipstick that for her was part of her brand returning to her head. Followed quickly by every night Luke came down after finishing playing and instantly attacked her lips with his, caring for nothing more than the feel of their tongues fighting for control.

“Not jealousy, just a quick reminder to everyone. You are all mine tonight.” She puts a little more pressure on the hand in his pocket and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips.

“Dance with me?” She asks innocently while giving him a flirtatious smile.

“With you, always beautiful.” He smiles back, winking charmingly.

His hands find hers and she begins to dance and jump gracefully to the rhythm of the music as he spins her around, both singing the lyrics to each other with unmatched energy, happy to be together.

“Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.” She sings with a determined voice, taking the musician by the hair and bringing their faces closer.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you.” Luke returns the verse with the same passion, just inches separating their lips. His beautiful and trained voice tends to sound like a more country vibe when he gets carried away and especially in more pop melodies like this, and honestly drives her crazy.

The fact that the rocker at heart gave in to listen to other genres for her and even remembered the lyrics was enough to melt her heart. The last time she was able to let herself go and sing at the top of her lungs like this was with him, listening to a mix of their favorite songs in his car while going for their favorite icecream. Whatever they had was a lot more deeper than what they are willing to admit.

“Did we really just see Luke sing and dance to a pop-country song?” Reggie asks the band, Alex and Bobby behind him laughing at the guitarist who blushes and kisses his date's forehead. “I am not going to discuss this. I'll go get us something to drink." He winks at her and dissapears into the crowd.

“I’ll go too, be right back.” Bobby announces leaving Y/N with Alex and Reggie, who smirk at her.

“It seems that pretending is easier than you thought.” Alex can't stop smiling, Reggie playfully itches the girl's ribs who grins from ear to ear.

"Everything always fits when I'm with him. I ruined my chance. I'm totally aware, and I'm not expecting anything from him, because I honestly don't deserve it. But I plan to enjoy every second of these two weeks that came from heaven to the fullest.”

“You should explain hi-” Before Reggie can finish speaking, Diego appears behind Y/N and tries to forcefully pull her by the arm.

The guys manage to react quickly and release her arm while stepping in front of her. But right away his teammates get behind him.

“Save yourselves the pain, she is going with me.” Diego says confidently, his face showing arrogance.

“Guys, ple-” She tries to stop them from getting hurt, but both step a little forward, determined to protect her no matter the cost.

“You are not taking her, Diego. But you are more than welcome to try.” Alex's voice sounds cool and calm, but Y/N can see how much his hands are shaking and her heart hurts at the sight.

They are all so into their own business that nobody notices the guitarist's return until his lips collide with his girl, who is surprised for a few seconds but immediately recognizes him and gives him space for his tongue to taste her mouth.

They both lose themselves in the kiss for a few seconds longer than necessary and then slowly separate. Y/N grinning from ear to ear as she tries to wipe some of her lipstick off Luke's mouth. He just smirks, as happy as ever.

"Sorry guys, do you need something?" He plays the innocent card. After that kiss, most of the people at the party are watching the scene, so Diego, who looks furious, chooses to leave without saying anything. Right away they can hear a long restrained breath from Reggie and Alex.

“You are a cocky genius, I'm not sure we could have won that one.”

“I’m not sure? Did you seriously think we had a chance?” Alex asks, clearly anxious after what had just happened.

Y/N stands in front of them and throws herself into their arms, whispering how many thanks she can say in a row. They return the hug and begin to relax in each others arms. Bobby and Luke join in the hug, and Luke whispers his own thanks to his friends.

The band decides that it’s time to go and to their surprise, when they let people know that they are going to play at a small club in the center of the city, some decide to follow them. On the way, Y/N spends her time wiping her lipstick off Luke’s face with some wipes she had in her bag, struggling not to press her lips against his every time he made her an adorable grimace or a flirtatious smile.

“You know the drill, beautiful.” Luke turns to see her directly in the eyes, concern on his face just like every time before.

“Front row, not a second out of your sight, so if I need something better wait for you guys to finish performing to get it. Better safe than sorry." She recites, proud to remember every word.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles a little more calmly, gives her a light kiss on the cheek and starts to help take out the instruments.

They are only doing a few songs from their repertoire, but the energy they transmit drives everyone in the little club crazy. The Sunset Curve members look at a Luke they haven't seen in a long time. The energy and passion in his voice dedicated entirely to the little woman in the front row who sings with all her strength every word and melody, imitating Luke's guitar solos or Alex's drums with her arms.

The 15 students who decided to attend are close to Y/N, trying to get her attention from time to time but nothing can take her eyes off her friends. Not even she knew how much she had missed seeing them play. The look of maximum happiness on their faces.

The last song is one that the little club seems quite familiar with, but she had never heard it before. So it must have been written in the last six months.

“Had my chances, could've been where he is standing.

That's what hurts the most, girl, I came so close

But now you'll never know. Baby, I loved you first.”

The lyrics leave her breathless. Luke, who had made contact with her practically all night, now seems to avoid her eyes like a plague. She definitely has to ask Alex about this song before getting any ideas.

The four bow and get off the stage, Luke launches immediately for Y/N, some of the girls try to get his attention and even try to grab him by the arm or waist but he remains firm until his hands meet his girl's hip.

“What do you think?” Luke's fingers shaking in the grip on her waist tell her he's nervous. The fact that her opinion of them matters so much to him that it makes him feel insecure makes her heart skip a beat.

“It was amazing as always, rockstar.” A huge smile appears on the guitarist's face, who gently takes her face with his hands and kisses her nose. After all, he has to remember that they are only pretending to date and for now he has no good reason to push his lips against hers. It doesn't matter how much he needs her.

The way home is uneventful, Y/N sleeping in Luke's arms while Alex puts the guitarist's red flannel over her.

“Will they ever stop pretending they're ridiculously in love with each other?” Bobby asks Reggie as he turns his head to see the couple.

“They are both stubborn and allergic to real feelings. Especially love. They are so terrified that they have to sabotage themselves somehow.” Alex answers for Reggie who just nods without taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you really have to talk like I'm not here?" Luke asks, resting his chin delicately on the head of the woman in his arms.

Tonight felt unreal. Felt practically like one of the many dreams he has had with the girl throughout these months. Seeing her in his clothes was enough to make the night special, but without a doubt dancing in her arms, savoring every inch of her mouth and seeing her energetically sing each of his songs to end the night with her in his arms is just perfect. Reggie parks at Y/N’s after dropping Alex and Bobby, and as Luke decides how to get her to bed without waking her she sinks deeper into his chest.

"Carry me to the door hotstuff, I like to be in your sexy arms." Luke lets out a cheeky laugh in surprise, another laugh coming from Reggie.

“She’s so asleep, I can’t. Adorable though.” Luke agrees and takes her bag before walking down with her in his arms and carrying her effortlessly to the door.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy and complete again.” She murmurs in his ear before giving him a sweet peck in the lips and enter the house.

What the two of them took from tonight is that indisputably, they are both still head over heels for each other. But it was like that the first time and it just wasn't enough.

Days go by with the couple being the school's favorite gossip. People talking in the hallways about the special way Luke looks at his girlfriend, comparisons about the dry way Y/N used to be with Diego compared to how she is with the guitarist, always touching him somehow and spending all the time with him as possible, visibly much happier. Some also talking about how good the band sounds and wondering why they hadn't heard it before. Everything going according to plan.

On Thursday afternoon, Luke arranged to pick her up for the two of them to find him something formal enough for the dance. When Y/N opened the door she met his beautiful greenish hazel eyes, and swears that for a second she forgot how to breathe.

She knows this scene. He smiles sweetly at her, takes her hand and opens the door of the car for her. Multiple interesting memories inside this car coming back to her mind. His firm hands on her legs, his tongue testing her mouth, his hot moans after biting his lower lip...

“Beautiful? Whatcha thinking?” Luke's voice brings her back to the present, his hand goes directly to her thigh as all that many midnight drives and without saying anything he plays the girl's favorite album.

That’s it. If she wants a chance with him, she needs to make this right. “I- We really need to talk.” Hearing the tone of her voice, Luke senses what is coming. He was here before. So he turns off the car that hadn't even started to move yet and turns to look at her.

"I know we've been putting it off, but we have to talk about how it all ended, I-"

Luke interrupts her before she can finish, his voice sounds broken, sad, angry. "I really don't want to talk about how you preferred an idiot for whom you don't feel the remotest thing just because he'll get a football scholarship and this perfect future.”

She spends a few seconds processing his words. Did he really say what she thinks he said? "It wasn't like that, Luke."

"I know it looks like I can't compete with him, but I would have done anything for you. And I thought you knew that.”

She doesn't know what to do or say. She was so unconscious, so selfish, so heartless, that she didn't even think about how he could have understood the situation. In how much he must have suffered these months watching her with Diego, believing he wasn’t good enough. Believing that she chose someone who wasn’t him, because he wasn’t good enough.

He stays quiet, examining the girl who seems about to cling to tears. The anger evaporates instantly and he leans into her seat to wrap his arms tightly around her. She starts sobbing, but seems determined to talk.

“R- Remember the night we met? It was the first Sunset Curve presentation. I had just entered the little club, but your voice dragged me to the front row like a magnet. And when I was finally in front of the stage, I knew it. It was you. The butterflies that everyone talks about for the first time in my stomach. I knew I could never feel again something even close to what I was feeling at that moment.

I got carried away in your voice, dancing to the rhythm of the melody and recording every sound in my head. And when I opened my eyes again, yours were staring at me. And I understood that you felt it too. It was me, and you knew it. It was so natural, powerful, magnetic, deep. I loved you since the first day, Luke. How is that not going to scare me?

When the feelings started to get so strong they burned, I knew I had to run. You always made it very clear that relationships were not your thing, I could not continue to wait for something that from the beginning you made it clear you could not give.

Then Diego arrived at the right time to give me an exit, and I took it. I knew he just wanted to have me around to raise his good boy status, and feeling nothing was safer than feeling too much. So I lied. I lied to you, to me, to everyone. And I’m sorry, but I was so scared. I was a coward who should have done things differently.”

When she finally finishes pulling out what she's been saving for months, she pulls away from Luke to see his face. His eyes look crystal clear, his cheeks red. But his beautiful white smile lights up his face.

"Next time you love me so much that you can't bear it, let me know, please? I can step on your foot or sneeze in your face. I was literally going to ask you to be my girlfriend that weekend. I even wrote you a song."

“You were? The one you sang the other night?”

“Okay, I wrote you a lot of songs. Maybe too many. But the one I'm talking about is different. Maybe I'll let you listen to it one day. If you stick around long enough this time.”

She smirks and kiss him lightly on the lips, enjoying the feeling of being able to. He knows he reacted way too chill. But he also understands her feelings. What is the point of reproaching her for something they can no longer change? A bad decision made by a love so immense that it left her blind. He is simply not willing to waste any more time. They are finally going to do things right. Neither of them is going to self-sabotage it this time, and since he doesn't trust it, he'll put Alex and Reggie in charge to make sure.

The night of the dance arrives. Y/N is wearing a beautiful black dress and her classic red lips. Luke tried his best to look fancy and he's wearing a pretty cool suit but in a sleeveless version. His still fake girlfriend couldn't stop smiling when she saw him. Just perfect.

Dancing in his arms, letting him go only once in a while to dance with the other three members of Sunset Curve made the night amazing. The rest of these two weeks they spent it talking, laughing... making out. Enjoying the most of the time they lost. Even completely forgetting why they were faking it in the first place, until they ask the candidates to take the stage.

"And your king are queen are... Y/N Y/L and Diego Hernandez!"

They all turn to see Luke in shock. Just hearing their names together is enough to make him frustrated, but there's not much he can do right now. And that's when he remembers what he asked the boys to play for the king and queen's first dance. Great, now dance they’ll dance to his song together. Just his damn luck. He sabotaged himself again without imagining it.

They are crowned and Diego offers her his hand, not without first throwing a face of superiority to the guitarist. She walks but continues straight until she is in front of her lover.

Luke looks at her strangely, she smiles at him.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you. Remember?” She sings happily in his ear, and offers her hand.

“Dance with me?” He looks at her adoringly and takes her hand.

“Always, beautiful.”

They walk to the center of the floor, Alex begins to sing the first verse. Y/N rests her head on Luke's chest, her hands around his neck, as he presses her against him by the hip, wrapping her in his arms. His head bent to sing the song in her ear.

“I swear to God, I can see... you're still the girl in the club.”

Tears of happiness begin to flow from Y/N, the words that she never had the opportunity to know, finally getting revealed. Luke's sweet, soft voice in her ear. The perfect melody and the beautiful voice of Reggie and Alex in the background.

“And I need you to know that we're fallin' so fast

We're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love.”

The moment he sings in love, Y/N lifts her head to meet his eyes. He lifts his hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, gently holding her face to make sure she sees him recite every word.

“And I'm not scared to say those words. With you, I'm safe.

We're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love.”

The second Luke finishes singing, Y/N stands on tiptoe and pushes her lips against his. Tears of happiness continue to fall from her face, wrapped in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. He's all she wants. Her heart chose him since the very first day.

“I can’t believe one of Luke’s random ideas it's what made them find their way back to each other. Reg, we tried for 6 months and we were never even close. Two weeks ‘pretending’ and bam! they are just fine.”

Both watch the happy couple dance now that they are official.

"You know what they say, Fake it till you make it.” Reggie smirks while watching Luke happily kiss Y/N.

“Fair. At least everything was fixed before we shoved Luke into the pool to see if Y/N would rescue him with a mouth-to-mouth kiss."

“We still could try, you know... for science.”

“Cool. Monday works for me. Do you think that even though he didn't win, we still have a chance to win some more fans?”

Reggie raises his head before answering, a smile appears when he sees the bunch of girls and boys who are spying on them just a few meters away. Probably waiting for them to finish talking to get closer.

“I think Sunset Curve will be just fine too, Alex.”

Thank you for reading✨

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ateez current love life update?

Seonghwa || temperance, two of pentacles rx: Seonghwa's has either been seeing (going on dates and such) or been talking to someone. It feels like this connection has been going on for a while now in a non-romantic manner, which could mean that they have been friends or acquaintances for a while, or they had a little fling in the past that didn't make it to an actual relationship.

Hongjoong || the hierophant rx, three of cups rx: I think Hongjoong is trying something new these days. He's attempting a new approach at relationships; trying to see things from a different perspective so he can experience new things. I feel him both excited and anxious about stepping out of his comfort zone, and I'm not too sure if this is going to last too long. But, still, it should be an interesting and learning experience for him.

Yunho || nine of swords rx, ten of cups: Dating, for sure. Whatever issues he had been going through with his partner have finally been solved, and they're back on a good place. With the Hierophant rx at the bottom of the deck, however, I doubt this high will last for too long. I just think that, even though they are happy together and seriously like each other, some part of the relaionship has already been damaged beyond repair - which will keep bothering them as they attempt to move forward.

Yeosang || nine of pentacles rx, eight of pentacles rx: I think he's single and not looking for love. I just see him focusing on himself and working on bettering his self-esteem, so he can date more confidently + attract healthier, more loving relationships. If you were to ask him, I feel like he'd say he's in his "self-discovery era".

San || nine of wands rx, the tower rx: There's some kind of complicated situationship going on here. Whatever it is, is not reading as an "official" relationship nor do I feel like that's where they are headed. At some point that might've been the intention, but then they quickly realized that it just wouldn't work out, and so now they know better than to push it. Still, his interest for this person hasn't changed much, and they're still around.

Mingi || nine of swords, page of wands rx: Single, most likely. I think whoever he was talking to or seeing recently was a really bad match for him, as I just see them arguing and getting their feelings hurt any time they interacted. King of Swords rx at the bottom of the deck = he's still pissed about this whole thing, and isn't even considering looking for a relationship or love anywhere else at the moment.

Wooyoung || nine of swords rx, the hierophant: He might've recently broken up with his partner and gotten back together, or things have just been cooling off between them and the relationship at this point feels more like a friendship/FWB type of thing than a full-on romantic one. I think they have been through some highs and lows, and at this moment they are going on a high again (hence the 'getting back together' message, I suppose).

Jongho || knight of pentacles, nine of cups rx: I'd say Jongho's technically single, but it still feels like there is a special someone around him, and whatever they have had going on isn't totally new. I guess neither of them would consider this a 'relationship' anyway, and with the 9oC rx here, that might actually be something that is bothering him because there's just a general lack of clarity and intention. I just don't see this being the right timing for them, if their connection ever makes it to the next stage, at all.

(Disclaimer: All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only. Based on current energies.)

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Jihyun Kim "V" x Reader/MC

AU Fantasy, written for the Mystic Dance Event, hosted by the lovely @little-butterfly-writes. Roles provided, "Princess x Court Painter".

"I'll meet you in the forest, let's let this wild thing grow."

- Forest, Fancy Hagood

Jihyun was chosen from a neighboring kingdom to paint the royal family.

It was an honor, to be selected as the court artist; for his art to hang on the palace walls alongside portraits of previous kings and queens.

There are countless tales told throughout the kingdoms; stories of the ruthless king who commanded the armies, of the regal queen who could turn men into stone with a simple look.

And of the stoic crowned princess, who possessed the ethereal beauty of the fae, and the same coldness too.

He’s painted that captivating beauty on canvas more than once; has traced the dip of your collarbone, the fullness of your lips, the almond shape of your eyes with his paintbrush so many times he can do it from memory alone.

You are always seated on that golden throne when he does, decorated in sapphires and dressed in layers of silk and lace – always watching him with a sort of fascination as he paints, a sparkling wonder in your gaze.

You sit on that throne now, your head held high, waves of black hair falling down your back, and a crown of rowan berries on your brow. Your dress is golden, accentuating the sun-touched colors of your skin and the darkness of your eyes as they roam over the ballroom to the people dancing and celebrating the return of autumn.

There is a sort of hypnotic magic about you and he sees it perfectly then, how you truly could have been fairy in a past life; sparkling wings on your back, adorned in colors of orange and red and yellow as you sat on a throne of marigolds and ruled over the autumn court.

Perhaps you may have even allowed yourself to dance amongst your folk, lost in the addicting taste of pomegranates as you moved freely to the wild music.

But that is not who you are now. Not who are you expected to be.

You do not partake in the autumn celebration with your people, you are not allowed to laugh and dance in the way he knows you desire to. In the way you have so freely danced and laughed by his side in hidden corridors.

Your only purpose is to serve your kingdom, and outside of your clandestine meetings with him, you play your role flawlessly. No one would dare suggest otherwise.

If only they knew the restlessness that lingers in your heart. The same kind and wild heart you have given to him– a secret belonging to you both alone.

The music ends and you clap gently in your lap, almost unconsciously, as most of your mannerisms are – but your eyes are dazed, he knows your thoughts are elsewhere.

He has been hounded by daydreams of you as well, wishes he could stand in front of that throne and take your hand as an equal; to lead you to the ballroom floor and hold you in his arms as you sway together, just as you have done many times before in the dark.

The orchestra begins to play a new piece, something slow and soft that echoes through the ballroom; the chandeliers shimmer from the high ceiling as partners retake their place and begin a new dance.

Carefully, as to not draw attention to yourself, you stand, hands gripping the skirts of your dress as you curtsey to the king and queen, who briefly nod in your direction in permission to take your leave. He follows you with his eyes as you walk down the steps of the podium and to the large entryway, but something catches his attention – a golden satin ribbon, left behind on the seat of your throne.

You have played this game before, he knows what the token means; and when he looks up, in a single moment that freezes time, you look over your shoulder and meet his gaze. He nods in understanding, and there’s a sparkle in your eye as you close the doors behind you.

He wants to run after you, to spin you around in his arms and declare his fidelity to you in front of the world. But you are a princess…and he is only the court painter – the consequences should anyone discover you two together, of the things you have done under secrecy, would end in tragedy.

So he waits, and when the kingsmen turn to assist their majesties to the ballroom floor, Jihyun slips through the entryway and weaves down dark corridors and forgotten doors.

He is lost in a haze to get to you, has waited eagerly for weeks to spend time with you, and not the person you pretend to be for everyone else. He wants your silly laughter and teasing smiles, your fondness for flowers and furry forest creatures.

In an unlit corner of an unused passageway, there is a door that blends into the stone of the walls, it is not easily seen in the dark, but Jihyun knows exactly where it is and how to twist the lock to the room that has become his haven.

He steps through the low archway and closes the door behind him, feels a sort of relief when he turns to find you watching him.

It is indescribable, how painfully beautiful you are illuminated by the candlelight – woven in golden and waiting for him.

He bows, deeply. “Princess.”

And then, the respectable haze you have found yourselves in for weeks vanishes.

In an instant, you wrench yourself forward into him, tackling him into something fierce. He grasps you, cradling you safely in his arms as you wiggle in your happiness.

“Jihyun,” you whisper against his chest, nose buried in the hilt of his tailcoat. “I was afraid you would not come.”

He pushes you back, enough to look into your eyes and trace the outline of your cheekbone with his thumb. “Of course I came. I cannot deny you a single thing, nor do I wish to.”

“I did not think I would have the time to slip by their attention tonight, I am eternally grateful their minds are elsewhere.”

“Do you need to get back?” he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist; already dreading having to part.

“Not yet, not so soon.” You reach for him, stand on the tip of your toes and brush your lips against his in the softest of kisses. “I have missed you terribly.”

“As have I, darling,” he whispers against your mouth. “I have to stop myself constantly from reaching for you in the hallways.”

An impish smile graces your lips, sly and conniving. He imagines this must be how the fae tempt humans into their world.

“You are certainly free to touch me now, in whatever way you desire.”

He catches up quickly, as he tightens the hold on your waist and brings his lips to yours – warm breath and honey taste – soft and slow, memorizing every part of this moment.

He rubs small circles on your back just above your waist, feeling the silky material of your dress as you put your arms around his neck, bringing him in as close as you possibly can. And when you pull back to catch your breath, you smile at him slyly, all hooded eyes and flushed cheeks, bottom lip between your teeth.

“Pray tell, you wicked thing. What enchantment have you placed on me?”

A soft laugh, no more than an exhale, ghosts across the side of his neck, raising goosebumps across his skin. You stand so close he can smell the sweetness of the roses pressed onto your skin, the floral scent instantly hauling him back to an afternoon in the court gardens, where you hid behind large rose bushes and he pressed you against the grass and kissed you until sundown.

“It was the pomegranate seeds I fed to you in the garden” you whisper, playfully. “It was faerie food, meant to entrap you to my side for the rest of your days.”

“You could have simply asked me,�� he replies. “My answer would have been yes.”

Your eyes go soft, but sparkle suddenly in the way they do when you decide to be cheeky. “But that would be a waste of a perfectly ripe pomegranate, do you not agree?”

He bites at the pout of your lip in reprimand, feeling satisfied with the redness there when he pulls back. “Do you truly have a response for everything?”

“I thought you liked my mouth,” you say, just a fraction shy and very much teasing as your hands wonder down his chest.

“I do, it’s perfectly sweet.” His hand firmly cradles your chin and he leans in until your breath is upon his lips. “Do not divert, my dove. Will you share with me what has been on your mind tonight? You have been on a cloud all evening.”

Your eyes open in surprise, but smile softly at him as he holds your face between his hands. His thumb traces your berry lips and your eyes flutter shut in resignation.

“I have tried, for a very long time, to find dignity in my role.” He notes the softness of your voice, mixed in with the bitter resentment he’s only caught glimpses of before. When your eyes flutter open, there is sadness. “I have found nothing, and I am tired of it all. I do not know who I am beyond what I’m told to be, and I do not care for it any longer. I wish to please only you.”

Your eyes are suddenly and incredibly soft as they hold onto his, your fingertips tracing his hipbones, moving up his abdomen. He brushes a gentle stroke of his lip against yours, flashing loving eyes as if to say what neither of you has found the courage to admit yet.

“You have shone light upon my dreams, Jihyun. But there is no room for you in my life, and you deserve to be with someone that will not be a threat to your own.”

He is hardly ever angry; he finds he does not care much for such emotions. But in this moment, he feels an inexplicable sadness and fear that you will disappear before he has the chance to tell you how truly his life belongs to you.

“Should you wish to end things with me, I will retreat immediately without a word and pretend nothing has happened. But do not make decisions for me. I wish to be with you, in whatever manner possible. If these meetings are all that I will ever have, then I will have this over nothing.”

Light laughter erupts from your throat and you quickly slip one hand from his chest to muffle the unexpected sound. Tears spring from your eyes at last, a blend of humor and grief.

“I wish I could kiss you and make you king.”

He gently takes hold of your soft hands, engulfing them in his calloused ones. He notices the pleasant shiver that runs up your spine at the intimate gesture.

“I do not want to be king, I just want to be with you,” he admits.

You are quiet for a long time, contemplative. He brushes tendrils of your hair off your shoulder, feels your collarbones beneath his fingertips.

“We are in love, aren’t we?” You whisper, and there’s a sort of hesitancy there, as if you have only just realized what this could mean for both of you – the inevitable heartbreak that is destined.

From the very moment your worlds collided – he knew he would fall in love with you. And as he has come to know you – eyes alive like wildflowers and smiles that carry sunshine – he dreams of nothing more than to meet his fate by your side.

“I love you, with everything that I possess.”

“Then run away with me,” you plead, putting yourself nose to nose with him, his blue wisps of hair against your forehead. “Let’s go to another land. Somewhere far away where we can be close to an ocean and have a garden of roses.”

“Your father will send kingsmen after us,” he warns quietly, stoic beneath your hands, hesitant to reciprocate. “He will not be merciful.”

You shake your head fiercely, speak one last offer of clarity. “My father cares not for what may happen to me, he never has. He has two more children he can crown.”

“If you are sure about this, I believe King Han may grant us sanctuary should we reach his borders. I have known him since we were children, and Jumin can be ruthless, but he is fair. Though I must warn you, once we reach his castle, your title will be stripped.”

“I do not want to be a princess, I just want you,” you whisper and lean into him, press a breeze of a kiss to the corner of his mouth, another against his jawline. “Promise you will meet me at midnight, out in the forest.”

The sweetness of you has long burned away his fear, and in its place a mellow kind of anticipation has taken hold. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips.

“As you wish,” he mumbles against your palm and you giggle joyfully before you throw your arms around his neck.

And for everything he believes in, your face is as precious as all the jewels and gemstones of any kingdom; it is the smile you grace him with upon his yes, shining with the power of a thousand suns, that confirm he has found the world’s greatest fortune.

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