#yes it’s messy i was really tired when i proofread it

[lowkeyremi]

jjk men and aftercare ft. Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Toji, and Geto.

a/n: I saw something like this awhile ago and forgot to write abt it but here I am now babyyyy (there is already a part 2 in progress bc i wanna do 10 characters lmaoo) also not proofread bc im tired :P

cw: really suggestive, established relationships, how they are after sex basically :)

Gojo Satoru

When you two first started hitting third base Gojo was all about himself and about how he felt. When you had cleaned yourself up and prepared for bed that night Satoru finally realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong, babe? I thought you liked it??" He asks, worried about his performance in bed. Your silence prompts him to try and figure out what he had done wrong, and honestly he couldn't even think of anything.

"Pleaseeee tell me. I won't know if you don't say anything." Those invasive thoughts that tell you, "you don't matter to him." start to attack your brain once again. He's way out of your league you start to think.

"Aftercare. You didn't even offer to help me clean up, Satoru." Saying it out loud makes you sound kind of petty in your opinion but it does matter.

"OH. Shit baby I'm so so so so sorry!!!!! I- It's just-" He cuts himself off and tries to reword his sentence, "Well, back then I.. I was sleeping around so my pleasure was the only thing that mattered to me. It's different.. you know? Dating. I'm still working out everything. I won't forget next time I promise."

He'd been telling the truth because from then on he always went all out with aftercare. He would run you a bath with your favorite salts and oils, he'd make you your favorite snacks, he'd even cuddle you afterwards until you fell asleep. (rich boyfriend privileges)

Choso Kamo

He'd been waiting so long to finally sleep with you for the first time so he had done all his research prior to the day. He was looking at your dilated pupils, messy hair, and the cum that sat on your stomach.

"Okay so, according to the article I read, I should run you a hot bath, yeah?" He asks nervously.

A small smile braces your lips. In all honesty you probably should have expected this much from Choso. He wants to make sure everything is perfect.

"You looked up aftercare???" You sit up on the bed and a back cramp decides to hit right then and there. As soon as he hears your groan he sprints the the kitchen, only to return with a heat pad.

"Heat pad for cramps?" He's truly nervous, and eager to please you, the love of his life.

"Thank you, Cho. I'll take you up on that bath."

"Of course, I'll get in with you if that's okay." The smile on your face is enough of an answer.

Nanami Kento

YOU ARE WINNING!!!!

Massages, baths, homemade snacks, you name and he'll do it for you. In his mind it's the least he can do for you, because you treat him so well and give him that pretty pussy he loves so much.

"Right here?" He's currently working those skilled fingers into your tight muscles after bending you every which way.

"Ohhh... yes right there, baby. Hurts so muchhhh." You whine and moan at the same time. At this point you two have already bathed and he's made sure to moisturize your body leaving you clean and refreshed.

He seemed to notice the way you limped and asked if you need anything. The sex was good really, but you didn't want to tell him that folding you in half wasn't the best idea. Oh, but he's persistent would not leave you alone until you told him what was wrong.

Once you told him he had immediately sat you down, picked up your favorite lotion and started to work out the kinks in your body.

"I'm so sorry, again." He mumbles quietly.

"Stop apologizing, Kento. These things happen. At least I know to stretch before hand next time." His face softens at your giggles and he presses a small kiss to your thigh.

"Oh do not get me started." A smile creeps up his face, while blush slowly spreads across yours.

Toji Fushiguro

BOOOOOO no aftercare. well maybe not much at least.

Has not properly cared for a woman since his late wife but he realizes if he wants you to stay he'll have to fix that.

At first he would throw a wet rag at you and give a simple, "here clean up." When he got out the shower he was genuinely confused why you were no longer at his apartment.

As soon as you picked up he could tell you were pissed, "What do you want, Fushiguro."

He's a little shocked, did not expect that from you, "I'm your boyfriend so it's Toji and not Fushiguro. The hell is your problem??"

The silence is so loud. For a second he thought you'd hung up on him. "Hello??"

"I'm giving you some time to think about that dumbass question and figure out why I'm mad at you." He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes too. He's lucky you can't see it.

"Ugh, I don't have time to play the damn guessing game. You're always mad about the little things.. what is it?" He's running through anything he could have possibly done wrong recently.

"Toji, you threw a fucking wet washcloth at me and told me to clean myself up. I'm your girlfriend, not one of your one night stands!" There it is, and the bad part is he doesn't even see what's wrong with that. (at first)

"I don't even give them something to clean up with, I just leave. But damn if you want me to get all fancy and shit I'll try." He scratches his head and begins to wonder why women are so hard to please.

Let me tell you he's no Nanami, but it's getting better. Still falls asleep afterward most times tho :/

Geto Suguru

You do it yourself for the most part, and here's why.

He's over here washing you up in the tub and he can't stop staring at your soapy titties and it just leads to more sex.

It's never just aftercare with him. He's always chasing more. Like that time you asked him to massage your legs after you two had finished fucking in the tub.

"Yeah shit why not? Lotion or oil??" He asks looking through your products.

"Uhhh lotion's fine." You'd grabbed your phone to see if your mother left you a voicemail which she did. She talked about how you need to pick up the phone or at least text her your alive if you're not gonna pick up. You were NOT going to pick up earlier though. Suguru likes to tease and you learned that the hard way when he was eating you out while you were discussing group bonding dinner ideas with your boss over the phone.

Anyway, he made his way to the bed with your lotion and all things went to hell. It was slow at first, nothing too sensual, then of course he had to slip a finger in your pussy and you sat there and stared.

"We are not doing this, we just got out of the bath." You were so serious, but so was he. (you were also aroused so)

"Another bath never hurt anybody, 'fraid of a little water baby??"

(such an annoying whore)

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[landosjpg]

new year’s day | ln

the one where you and your boyfriend clean up after hosting a new year’s day party

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: just fluff

note: based on this request. not proofread & not really sure how i feel about this one so pls share your thoughts with me :)

you turned the music down and tied your hair up in a messy bun with a loud sigh. you were exhausted from the party, and the last thing you wanted to do in that moment was to clean the whole mess.

“y/n!” the giggles of your girl friends walking in the living room again made you get up from where you were sitting on the couch, trying to rest for the first time that night.

“our cab is already outside” your other friend added, announcing their departure.

you walked them to the door, noticing how they were carrying their heels in their hands while yours were still torturing your poor feet. you hugged them goodbye and watched as they walked to the car waiting for them on the other side of the road, stumbling and tripping a little. you could already see the sun starting to rise, but they were clearly a little tipsy still.

much to your disliking, you hadn’t had much to drink that night, too worried about your precious new house to not keep an eye on everything that your guests were doing.

it sounded quite controlling, yes. but the less you had to clean after everyone left, the better. lando had tried, unsuccessfully, to get you to stop worrying; but the thought of someone accidentally dropping their drink on your beloved couch was enough to make you stay alert.

that was part of your charm, lando always said.

you dragged yourself back to the living room, where the remains of the party made you regret having offered to host it in the first place. there was a thin layer of glitter all over the floor, and you knew it would take weeks to get rid of all of it.

with another sigh, you then walked to the kitchen where you kept the broom, just wanting to clean a little before getting to bed; the vacuum could wait for a few hours. as you walked in, you saw your boyfriend’s back to you.

he didn’t hear you, too busy cleaning the plates and glasses to do so. the corners of your lips perked up at the sight of him, the white shirt he was wearing sparking something inside you.

you slowly walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, your cheek pressed to his back.

“hi,” you mumbled. you heard him turning the tap off and slowly turning around to wrap his arms around you too.

“hello, pretty girl,” he said, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “everything alright?”

he could feel that you were tired, so when you just nodded as an answer he pulled you closer and gave you a little kiss on the forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“i’m almost done here. can you bring the bottles from the living?” he asked after a couple of seconds in silence, and when you whined to complain, he softly rubbed your back.

he chuckled, pulling back a little to look down at you.

“i know, baby,” he mumbled, squeezing you in his arms. “we’ll go to bed as soon as we’re done, yeah?”

his voice was soft; knowing that the only thing you wanted was to call it a day. he gave you a gentle smile, so with a dramatic sigh, you nodded and got on your tiptoes to peck his lips before slowly going back to pick up the bottles spread all around the house.

as you collected all the trash around the different rooms and threw it in a bag that you would take care of later, you made a mental note for yourself to never host a party like this again. lando’s giggles coming from the dining room interrupted your train of thought, making your lips paint a little smile.

if you had to choose a favorite sound, it would definitely be your boyfriend’s laugh.

“what is it?” you asked, walking to where the sound came from. he turned to look at you, a silly smile on his face as he showed you some polaroids that your friends had taken of you when the clock hit midnight.

it was nothing special, but it captured the essence of your relationship perfectly. the two of you just smiling into your new year’s kiss, then both of you breaking into a fit of laughter about some stupid (and probably even unfunny) joke lando had made.

his arms found their way around your body again, your back now pressed to his chest as you two looked at the pictures in silence, your smiles speaking for themselves.

“you know i love you, right?” he whispered, kissing the back of your ear.

you hummed. you didn’t need to tell him you loved him back, he already knew. for a few seconds, you closed your eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his arms around you as you slightly swung together to the rhythm of the slow song still coming from the speakers.

“let’s go to bed,” he suggested a few minutes later, knowing that your feet were still probably in pain and that, if you could, you would fall asleep in that very moment.

gently, he made you spin around so he could lift you up and carry you to your shared bedroom. he lied you down carefully and helped you remove your clothes, making sure that you were comfortable after sliding one of his shirts down your body and tucking you in.

you didn’t question it when he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you alone with just the dim nightstand light on, but when he came back with a few cotton pads and make-up remover, you were already fast asleep.

trying his best to not wake you up and knowing how much you hated going to sleep with your make-up on, he gently removed it with slow strokes. his lips pressed a kiss to your cheek as he finally got in bed himself, snuggling closer to you and keeping you warm under his embrace.

moments like those being the ones he would hold on to forever.

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[7ndipity]

Connected

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Joon loves the way you take care of him and wants to be as close to you as possible.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, swearing, not proofread

A/N: She finally wrote another drabble! It only took 84 years!🙃(I know it was only like a month, but it was pissing me off) A big thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! Sorry it took me a while to get to, I hope you’ll still like it!

Masterlist

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The late evening light that filtered through the bedroom curtains was just bright enough for you to make out Namjoon’s features as you lay against his chest, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.

Two weeks apart hadn’t really seemed that long of a time until you were back in his arms, and suddenly it was like he hadn’t felt you in months. The cozy dinner you had planned together had long been forgotten, finding a far more fulfilling reunion instead in feverish touches and strangled cries of each other's names.

It might not have been the exact way you planned for the night to go, but as you looked up at him in the cool glow of midnight, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect evening.

“You okay?” You asked softly, noticing the still unsteady pace of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“Yeah, that was…” He let out a deep breath. “I needed that.”

You caught the thin strain in his voice, the tone you knew he used when he was stressed but trying to hide it.

“Rough week?” You asked, reaching up to comb your fingers through his messy hair.

“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes, leaning into your touch.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” He laughed humorlessly. “Honestly, I’m so fucking tired, I don’t even wanna think right now,” He pulled you closer, letting his lips brush against yours as he spoke.”Just wanna be here with you.”

You connected your lips with his, parting them at the faintest probing of his tongue to grant him access to lazily explore your mouth.

As you rubbed his shoulders soothingly, he couldn’t help wincing into the kiss as you passed over a particularly sensitive spot.

Feeling him flinch, you pulled away, looking up at him with concern.

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

“I just twinged my shoulder earlier, it’s fine.” He said quickly, trying to brush it off.

“You want me to give you a massage? It might help?” You offered.

“I’ll be fine.” He tried again, leaning in to claim your lips once again, but you weren’t having it, dodging his lips and sitting up on your knees.

“Sit up.” You said, tugging his arm.

“Babe, I’m fine, really.” He argued, following your request anyway.

“Yes, but you could feel even better,” You said stubbornly. “Now let me take care of you.”

He sighed, caving easily to you. “Fine, but I want you here.” He patted his lap.

You straddled his lap without argument, letting him hold onto your hips out of habit, and giving him a quick peck on the lips before setting to work, trying to gently knead out the tension and soreness in his shoulder without causing him any more pain in the process.

You weren’t an expert by any means, but whatever you were doing seemed to feel good at least, earning soft, appreciative grunts from Joon as he let his head droop forward to rest against your chest.

You were always so good to him, so ready and willing to take care of him in any shape or form, whether that was making sure he slept and ate properly, or letting him use your body for his own pleasure. Even now, when normally he would be fussing over making sure you were okay, you managed to look after him as well.

He’d never felt so completely safe in someone’s arms before, so completely loved. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he was beyond thankful to whatever forces had led him to you.

Tilting his head up, he started peppering soft, lingering kisses across the expanse of your neck, sucking lightly at the still blooming marks left over from his earlier ministrations, making you squirm as his grip on your hips tightened.

“Joon.” You whined, feeling the growing weight of his hardening length against your core.

“Hmm?” He hummed, still focused on trailing kisses along your neck.

“I thought you were tired.” You said.

“Who said that?” He said, smirking against your neck.

“You did! Five minutes ago.” You giggled

“That was five minutes ago,” He said, coming back up to your lips. “You were right, I’m feeling much better now.”

He kissed you deeply, rolling you both over so that you were now caged in under him, your legs falling open naturally for him to settle between as his lips trailed down your front.

He loved you like this, all spread out and willing, any trace of shyness or hesitance completely absent from the way you whined out his name again as he latched onto one of your nipples, arching further up into his touch.

His fingers ghosted between your thighs, teasing your wet folds and making you shudder from sensitivity.

His gaze darted back up to your face, mirroring your earlier concern.

“Is this okay?” He asked, suddenly worried about pushing you too far.

“Joon,” You pulled him back down to you. “Stop thinking.”

You kissed him deeply, your hips up bucking against his hand all the encouragement he needed to continue.

He slipped his fingers between your folds again, his movements so soft and gentle as he spread your slick over your cunt, as if it was the first time he touched you.

“Fuck baby, how’re you always so wet?” He said, almost in disbelief. You were literally dripping, making a mess of the sheets beneath you as he toyed with your clit, pulling the sweetest little noises from your lips as he let two fingers sink into your wet heat, curling them inside of you to find the spot that made you see white.

He loved the way you fell apart for him, head thrown back as your eyes closed in bliss, clinging to him for stability as he pushed you towards your release.

He could feel his cock hanging heavy between his legs, twitching and begging for any sort of attention, but he chose to ignore it, focusing solely on the way you clenched around his fingers, your breath stuttering as your orgasm threatened to overtake you.

“Joon.” You tried to warn him.

“I know, Baby, it’s okay.” He breathed. “Let go.”

You let out a choked cry that faintly sounded like his name as you came, your back arching off the mattress and pressing you closer to him as your whole body shook from the intensity of your high.

"You did so good, baby.” He said softly, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple as you came down. “So fucking good."

“Joonie,” You whimpered in that soft tone that made him feel dizzy with need. “Want you inside, please.”

“Are you sure?” He asked gently. “It’s okay if you wanna tap out or take a break.”

You shook your head. “Need you, please.”

How could he deny you when you ask so sweetly?

He drew his fingers out slowly, letting out a deep groan as he wrapped the slick coated digits around his aching cock, jerking himself a few times to spread your wetness over the length as he stared down at the mess he’d made of you.

He guided the head of his cock between your puffy lips, tracing around the outside of your entrance teasingly, resisting the urge to slip in yet, loving the way he could feel you clenching around nothing.

“Joonie!” You whimpered, squirming impatiently.

He chuckled at your desperation, as if he wasn’t already nearly as gone as you were. “Alright, Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

He repositioned himself, hovering over you as he eased himself into your weeping cunt, eyes shut tight as he felt your fluttering walls stretch to accommodate him. He was amazed at how you still managed to feel this tight even after he fucked you less then a half an hour ago.

He forced his eyes back open as he bottomed out, staring down you with complete adoration.

“I love you so fucking much.” He sighed, kissing you softly, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, cradling him even closer to you.

If there was a way to preserve a singular moment to exist within for the rest of your life, this was where Namjoon would want to be; not a single thing in the world mattering other than you and him and the way you connected together so perfectly.

Eventually, he started to roll his hips into yours, earning a soft moan from you against his lips.

He kept his movements smooth and unrushed, not fully chasing his own high, just enjoying the feeling of you around him, the way you sucked him in with each thrust, the way you twitched in his arms when his cock brushed against that gummy spot inside of you just right.

Far sooner than he anticipated, he felt lower abdomen beginning to tense, his hips beginning to speed up as his release rapidly approached.

“Fuck, ‘m close.” He warned through clenched teeth.

“Cum for me, baby, please.” You whispered, clutching onto him even tighter.

Your words were the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, his hips slamming against yours with a sudden intensity as he thrusted as deep inside of you as he could manage before cumming, filling you to the brim and making you twitch with sensitivity.

He slowly fell down on top of you, his head coming to rest against your chest, your positions from earlier now switched, his eyes beginning to droop closed on their accord.

“Are you tired now?” You asked, grinning as you caught sight of his sleepy expression.

He chuckled drowsily. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good,” You kissed his forehead gently. “Go to sleep, Joonie-bear.”

“I love you.“ He mumbled, letting his eyes fully drift closed.

“I love you too.”

He slept better that night than he had in weeks, knowing he was back in the safety of your arms.

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[kyurizeu]

Morning sex with Jungwon

Deserve it?

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Warnings: finger sucking, slight fingering, praises/sweet talks, Kissing, hickeys mentioned, doggy and missionary, spit, unprotected sex (pls don’t), creampie, slight bulge kink, nicknames (baby, sweetie, princess, sweetheart, honey, dear, good girl…), slight begging, getting caught, not proofread

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You were sleeping next to Jungwon finally after a long time you hadn’t seen each other due to his tour. Something that was really surprising was that you two didn’t fuck last night. It’s something that’s become like a regular thing when he comes back from tour. But no… he cuddled into you and just fell asleep with your hand in his soft locks. Poor won… you have a soft spot for him but as much as you feel bad for him for working so hard and being tired, you were painfully horny and needy for his dick. Back to the current situation—

You woke up to him kissing your neck and cheeks softly but without a word the kissing got harder, hand’s started roaming around each other and hickeys appearing on your neck in just a minute after waking up. He pulled away pushing your face away from his with his hands cupping each side of your cheeks. He looked into your tired eyes with adoration. “You’re so beautiful y/n.” He brushed his thumb against your bottom lip and looked down at them.

You smiled and kissed his lips one more time before being pinned against the mattress. He was hovering above you, his messy hair was making him look like a god. “I missed your touch” he kissed you and lowered himself slowly kissing each prt of your body on his way towards your core. He lifted your legs up and spread them apart. He got to your panties and kissed your bud through the skin fabric of your panties. He lowered your panties and adored the wetness between your legs before pushing his digits into you. You whimpered feeling him move his fingers upwards. He came back up to face you while fingering you softly. His smirk made you feel butterflies in your stomach. he brought his digits up to your mouth “suck” and you wasted no time taking it into your mouth. “Good girl”. You were too busy sucking on his slender fingers to realise that he was taking his pants off until you snapped back to reality when his tip came in contact with your entrance. You whimpered to the feeling and looked down. “No no keep sucking sweetie.” He pushed his fingers more deep into your mouth to meet with your throat. lifting your chin up towards his face again he kept brushing his tip all over your folds. You were letting out small moans as he pushed his tip into you. He stared at your expression change each time when he pulled away from your entrance. “Nngh” you let out small whimpers. He kept pushing and pulling his tip in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, making you uncomfortably wet and hornier by the second. “N-need your dick won..” you mumbled against his fingers and kept your eyes shut.

“Do you think you deserve to be fucked?” He cupped your cheeks with his hand. You nodded and hummed as a response again. “Use your words sweetheart.” He pulled his fingers onto your lips. “I… think deserve to be fucked..” he squeezed your cheeks together. “Look at me princess” you opened your eyes to face Jungwon right above you, staring into your eyes. “What do you want baby?” He smirked, causing you to feel butterflies in your stomach. “W-want your dick inside of me, wonie..” “doing so well for me” As that came from his lips you felt him flip you over and push your head down onto a pillow. He lifted your ass up and pulled it towards his tip by your hips. He smeared the spit on his fingers onto your folds and pushed himself into you, slowly.

You were already moaning. “A-ah won..” he caressed your ass cheek with one hand and the other holding your lower stomach feeling the movement of his dick slowly entering you. “Can you take it baby?” “Y-yes..” you nodded and arched your back more and more each time he pushed back into you slowly and gently. After adjusting to his size he started going quicker and quicker making you moan out louder than usual. The longer you’ve waited to fuck him the better it felt. He started thrusting deeper and deeper making you arch your back to almost breaking it. The pillow muffled your moans— well at least a little but you were sure that Jungwons dorm mate had heard you already. If you’re being honest you didn’t really even care because Jungwon seemed to be enjoying this so much that he didn’t even remember to shush you. He felt your pussy clenching around him and he flipped you over to your back again. He lifted your legs up and placed them over his shoulders. “Wanna see your face when you cum for me” he kissed you and started pounding into you deeper and harder bringing you over the edge. You swear you saw white, head spinning as you released all over jungwon moaning his name. “Thats it ba-by..” his own words were interrupted by his own high. You felt his hot and sticky cum paint your walls white and soon his soft lips kissing your forehead. He lifted your legs up together and adored the look of his cum dripping out of you. “So beautiful my dear”. He cleaned you up and you two got dressed into your pyjamas. “You did so well honey” his soft voice whispered into your ear as he caressed your cheek. “Let’s go eat..” He got up and places a kiss onto the crown of your head. Just as he pulled you towards him into a hug the room door opened and revealed an angry looking Sunoo.

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A/n: Apologies if this is not the type of text you like but as an anon I can’t write to your preferred stuff! Tysm for ur ask tho requests are always open and hardhrs are also open rn!!

#enhypen fanfiction #jungwon #enhypen smut #jungwon smut #jungwon hard thoughts #kyurizeu #kpop smut #enha smut #enha hard thoughts #enha hard hours #jungwon hard hours #enha jungwon #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts

[sphireath-wisp]

#To Live, Not Survive.

Sypnosis: I think finding reasons to live in others is one of the most intimate and beautiful things ever. Like, "yes, I want to live one more day, to wake up in the morning and drag my tired feet across roads to see you - because what would I do without you?" So, I wanted to write that out!

Warnings: Not Proofread, some quotes I made myself (so they might be a little cringy?), messy interchanging grammar, all characters in Sae's section are aged up including Sae himself, cursing, Sae and reader are the biggest situationship ever, Sae's section gets lowkey suggestive at the end(?)

Note: Finding a reason to live in others does not mean fully using others and relying on them as your only reason to live - that is unhealthy and there should be a balance of self-sufficiency and independence in everyone.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser

"It's not every day I let someone waltz into my life and hang around me, so be honored. I don't let just anyone poke their nose into my business, so feel special. You pried your way into my heart and I chose you because I like you, so I'm gonna make you feel special and you have no say in it." - Sphireath-wisp

"You're home early." You throw off your shoes before he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. Kaiser lets you out of his embrace with a low chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear as you continue, "I was supposed to make dinner tonight. If I had known you'd reach home early, I would've started preparing already."

You frown. "You might have to wait a little longer for dinner tonight then. Why didn't you tell me anyway?"

"It's fine," Kaiser brushes it off with a mischievous grin - you can already tell he has something planned. His hands clasp yours in his, a gentle tug towards the dining table without much explanation. You follow him in the dim lighting, eyes sparkling at the candlelit dinner on the table. The scented candles fill the room with the sweet smell of vanilla and cast a warm glow on the plates of food, all of which range from your home country's traditional dishes to your own personal favorites - there's even German food.

Pleasantly surprised, you question, "Woah, what's the special occasion?"

"Nothing much. Just felt like celebrating us, Meine Liebe." He hums, voice smooth as honey. He pulls out your chair, gesturing for you to sit first. The ends of your lips curve up - he was always such a gentleman with you. Getting comfortable in your seat, your eyes travel to the food again, euphoria swirling in you when you're reminded that he did this for you and only you.

By the time you look up, he's seated across from you. "This is amazing, babe." You comment and pull your plate closer to you. Kaiser begins dinner with you, placing a cut of schnitzel on your plate first before serving himself. "Go ahead, start eating," Kaiser grins from ear to ear, eagerly anticipating a favorable reaction from you.

"...Hey, it's pretty good! I didn't know you could cook."

"Germans tie a lot of importance to family and the community. I learned a few recipes from my family when I was younger." He took a bite out of his food.

"So this is why you had that shit-eating grin when I came home? Because you wanted to surprise me?" You gaze at him, the corner of your eyes crinkling when you can't help but smile. A little playful banter always made dinner fun. "I wonder which 'top 10 things to do for someone special' website you searched for."

Kaiser gasps, nudging you from under the table and earning an amused laugh from you. The latter rolled his eyes. "You know," Kaiser starts, "you're more than just someone special, der Liebling." Pink is dusted on your cheeks when you hear him speak. "Really? Is that so?"

"Do you not believe you're more than just special to me?" He scoffs. "I don't let just anyone become my significant other, so be honored." Kaiser points his fork at you. "I did all of this because you're special to me, so feel special, Meine Liebe."

And he wasn't saying this just to be romantic. No, he set up this dinner with you in mind. He researched and followed recipes to a tee because he wanted you to like them. He bought candles and put his whole heart and soul into them so you would feel special - because you are.

You're really something, you know that?

He didn't mind pampering you and spoiling you to no end. He's found purpose in reminding you that this relationship is worth investing into, worth all of the time and fights, worth all of the misunderstandings. He's found joy in helping you, in letting you rely on him when you need assistance in anything honestly. Maybe he was just power-hungry. Having you lean on him meant that he was in control, but Kaiser is genuinely fond of you trusting him enough to be vulnerable around him. Plus, it's cute and he can tease you all night about it.

"I do feel special." You say with hearts in your eyes, "But still, why the grand gesture?"

Kaiser leans in, warm gaze meeting yours. "I chose to do this because I love you and I'm gonna make you feel treasured - no matter what." You pause, blush creeping up your cheeks.

"You're so cheesy."

"You love that about me, don't you?"

Rin Itoshi

"I haven't shown you the extent of my passion. I need you to see me win because that's what I promised you - a future where you feel safe with me, where I can experience both your sorrows and joy, a future where I can walk next to you and recite to the world how lucky I am to have you. Please, let me prove this to you." - Sphireath-wisp

"You know Rin," You began suddenly, staring blankly at him. " I would marry you if you asked me to." The striker almost drops his pen at your words, his heart almost stops in his chest but continues to drum against his ribs. He glances at you from across the table, resting his cheek on his hand and effectively covering the lower half of his face - just in case he was blushing.

"Hah? Don't declare something like that as a joke." or so he chides. You have to be joking. He's positive you're joking because that's the only way he can play this situation off without it etching into his memory and replaying it in his mind. It'll haunt him for who knows how long and his heart will explode. Be a little more merciful with him, won't you? You don't know how strong of an effect you actually have on him.

"I'm not!" The words the irrational, illogical part of him was elated to hear aloud. You only reaffirm yourself even more when he doubts you, a pout on your face. "I'm being serious, Rin. I thought about it and everything."

"For how long? Ever since you sat down and stared at me (something he pretended that he wasn't distracted by) doing my homework 5 minutes ago?" You watch his eyebrows furrow and gaze harden. "(Name)... don't go deciding who you'll marry so early on."

"I only needed 5 minutes," You proudly announce, legs swinging back and forth under the table. "Doesn't that tell you that I needed little time to consider because I was so sure you're the one I wanna marry, my future husband?" Rin's head swerves elsewhere and you lightly kick him in the shin, under the assumption that he was so dumbfounded by your reasoning that he refuses to even look in your direction.

And you were right - half-right. He was dumbfounded, bewildered, stunned to the point that his composure had been rudely thrown out of the window. The deep breath he took - which you presumed to be an exasperated sigh - didn't help calm the intense pounding in his chest, he could still hear it loud and clear in his ears. He scowled, a heat he was forced to get accustomed to pooling in the apple of his cheeks and taking a physical form as hues of deep red on the tip of his ears. He can't risk facing you in this state.

In normal circumstances, he would label you as an idiot like he usually does, though he never actually means harm. He'd sigh at you and give you this 'seriously?' stare that told you he isn't on the same boat as you, so it won't matter to him if you're sinking. Now, you're the one spouting out poetic lines and you know exactly what you're doing to him - he's positive. Terrible, really, you truly have no consideration for his poor heart.

"What exactly were you daydreaming of during those 5 minutes? What was so convincing that it made you want to marry me, huh?" Rin presses on further.

"I love you. You stood up for me and defended me so many times. You reminded me and constantly drilled into my head that I shouldn't settle for less." and... silence, an uncomfortable one at that.

"That's it?" Rin's face scrunches up as if he was expecting more than just that. "That's all it takes?" He was no good with words, so it came out more harsh than planned. "Come on, there has to be more than that."

You stopped taking the conversation lightheartedly with the sudden change. Your gut churns uncomfortably in you. Your smile fades. "...Am I forgetting something?" Was he expecting you to list out everything he did? Did he think you forgot?

"No, it's just-" Rin curses himself. Pressing his thumb and middle finger on the temple of his head, he rubs his temples in circles and hurriedly slaps words together that he hoped would get his message across. "You can't marry someone for just... that. I won't let you."

You fidget with your hands on the table and he notices your discomfort - he hates this feeling of guilt that stabs his gut, he had forgotten how easy it is for his mouth to run. Stacking his hand on yours, he envelops your hand with the warmth of his - you accept despite everything.

"I'm... not that good at communicating. I still need time." Rin admits something he knew he needed to face if he wanted to be worthy of becoming your husband. He won't allow himself to take up the title of your future husband just yet. "There are still things I want to do to prove I'll always be there for you."

He has always been fighting to prove himself. In soccer, it's to beat Sae. Now, it's embedded in his daily life - whether it's planning dates or learning about you and himself - to prove himself to you that he's worth it. He finds purpose in improving himself and his attitude outside of soccer - to finally convince himself and you that he deserves you. "Don't go calling me your future husband. I'll get complacent before I can show you how far I'll go for you."

Your tense shoulders drop. Lovestruck eyes stare back at him as a relieved sigh escapes you. "Rin..." His name rolls off your tongue in a way that makes him remember just why your voice was his favorite sound, "I love you."

He rubs your knuckles as a silent 'I love you'/apology for the misunderstanding - he'll have to hurry up and learn how to phrase his words better in the future to avoid mishaps like this.

Sae Itoshi

"Humans were so desperate to understand each other that we created languages - both verbal and non-verbal. Isn't that the same for us? For a long time, we didn't know what to say or how to tell each other things so tender, to be vulnerable around each other, but we still wanted to know each other. You squeezed my hand, I squeezed yours - and I telepathically knew." - Sphireath-wisp

Sae can't help but let out a sigh, exhausted from the match that his team won. The tension he held in his body during the match released with the relieving announcement that he won, that all of his efforts didn't go down the drain, and left behind his worn-out body.

He wasn't fond of the idea of joining his teammates for an after-match celebration at the indoor barbecue grill just down the street. Sae was more than aware it would eventually end with them drinking the night away. He burned up enough energy during the fan meet-and-greet - the last thing he wanted was another few hours of putting up with his teammates' antics.

However, he couldn't, not with you in the equation. Oliver butted in during Sae's private phone call with you. Despite all of his objections and retorts directed toward Oliver, him and that smooth voice of his coaxed you into tagging along. Now that you were dragged along with them, he had to keep you close. He's not letting you hang around alone with them, he can't stomach the thought of them bringing you home.

It was a joyous occasion - or at least it was supposed to be. You could notice the glares Sae was shooting Oliver every time he poured another drink for you, the way Sae insisted he should sit between you and Shidou so you could sit at the very end of the seats. Everyone raised their glasses and you followed suit, but Sae always reminded you: "Don't force yourself to if you don't want to. Don't drink too much."

Sae lowers his glass after the collective "cheers", chugging it down with ease. Silently, he chews on his food, eyes occasionally glancing at you to check if you're okay. One sign of his discomfort and he's out of there with you - perhaps he was hoping the both of you could get out there as soon as possible.

He'll put you first this time - something he rarely does for anyone else because he's at his very core, egocentric. If you're enjoying this, he supposes it's okay.

"Hey Sae," You pour him a drink as everyone else is absorbed in their own conversations, the alcohol adding a slight flush to your face and the tips of your ears, "are you happy?"

He takes a moment to process your question, the alcohol having its own effect on him. "...yeah, why? Are you not?"

"I am, very actually. I'm happy you won. You worked hard for it and you deserved it," you add - being tipsy does certainly make it easier to express yourself to the midfielder as it causes you to begin rambling a little, "You just seem a little... upset?"

Things between you and him go quiet and you glance away. "No, never mind. Forget I said anything-"

"Yeah, I am. I want to go home." Sae speaks bluntly - he's always like this, but it seemed much harder with you. It was as if he had to be careful when it came to you, scrutinize and pick every word to make sure the message he wanted to get across wasn't distorted.

"You can always go, you know? I'm sure your team would understand," You say between bites. He's painfully reminded that you aren't his, that as much as he wants to tell you that he wants to go home with you - he just can't cross that line between friendship and something even bigger. Sae takes calculated risks, but his feelings aren't numbers, he can't decipher this.

His hand accidentally brushes against yours and your skin feels like it was on fire against his touch. Goosebumps made their mark across your body and he notices when you shiver. Under the table, you cautiously reach out for his wrist.

"Sorry, can I?" You mumble, looking elsewhere. You can't bear to meet his gaze right now, it'll melt you. Sae's hands reply by enveloping yours, intertwining fingers. He holds your hand tighter and it feels electric. You can feel every callous, his fingertips hovering over your skin. You look at Sae, making eye contact with him.

He's focused on you, hooked onto the way your hand was practically made for him. It fit so perfectly in his. He couldn't get enough. You started this, so you better finish this was the look Sae gave you, grip hardening when you reached out for your cup.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You watch his gaze soften, melting like honey. He's grateful you can understand him so effortlessly because he doesn't mind treating you better than any of his teammates could. He's sure to learn about you with time, he'll know you like the back of his hand. He lives for the way you already know what to say to him. He feels heard around you.

He's no good at anything else but soccer, so he's found a new passion burning in him to understand you - how you could sit there and look so pretty, eyes clouded and hazy, tips of your ears flushed a pretty red along with the skin of your neck and collarbone. You'll surely explain to him your secret to making him feel so warm inside by tonight, it'd be quite selfish of you to keep things like that to yourself because he wants payback.

"I've been waiting for you to say that."

Reo Mikage

"Not to sound traumatized, but it feels unreal that someone can miss you and want you around so often. I feel like every worry within me keeps repeating, "Until when? until when?" and the people I love and that love confirms, "As long as you'd like."" - Schuylerpeck //tumblr

"Oh! Let's get-"

"Reo, sweetheart." You interject.

"But, I can-"

"No. You are not buying me anything else." Your hand wraps around his wrist, a borderline desperate tug on his arm, "I won't let you." You say firmly and the way your eyebrows furrow tells him that you aren't pleased at all.

"I'm sorry!" He blurts out before you can get any more upset at him, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders when he realizes he overdid it. "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to spoil you. Your favorite bouquet of flowers was right at the display."

You let out a vexed sigh. "As much as I want to say 'it's okay' and let it slide, I'm not going to." Your hand reaches out to carry the shopping bags of items he had bought for you previously, not a single care in the world, and everything paid for with the swipe of his card.

"No, I insist," Reo holds the shopping bag in his other hand, preventing you from reaching it and earning a huff from you. "Baby, I really mean it when I can afford this. I'm sorry I made you upset, but you deserve this."

Reo slowly slips his hand into yours, relief washing over her in waves when you don't resist. "Baby?"

"Yes?" You answer - you always do, to his relief. You're terrible at being strict with him and even worse at being mad at him when he stares back at you, voice gentle and eager to do anything and everything for you. He was at your every beck and call, but you didn't want to abuse that privilege.

"Do you forgive me?" He wants to make sure, he needs to. He won't be able to put his mind to rest if he isn't 101% certain you aren't mad at him or else he might splurge again. If his kisses and charms didn't work, perhaps lady luck will be on his side and you'll spot something you want - then Reo can swoop you off your feet and satisfy that desire of yours.

You narrow your eyes.

"Is that a no?"

"I'm still thinking."

"Do you want to visit our favorite cafe? We can sit down there and rest for a bit. We have been walking for a while. Do your feet hurt? I can carry you! I'll call my chauffeur-"

You sigh, causing Reo to pause and frown.

He feels like he's going crazy in the silence and you feel your own heart clench at how disheartened he looks. You hug his arm to catch his attention.

"Listen, Reo," He stays silent, fully prepared to absorb your words and burn them into his memory, "I'm here because I want to hang out with you. I'm not here because I want a new pair of shoes or more perfume - because if that was the case, I would've just asked you for money. I'm here for you, we could go eat pizza instead of some high-end restaurant and I honestly wouldn't care because you're with me."

"I appreciate the gesture and how you insist you'll pay for all of my expenses," You quickly snatch a bag from his grasp when his guard is lowered, "but I'm not a child. I'm independent too. We have to learn to share our burdens and troubles together in this relationship, okay?"

"You're right," he admits without an ounce of shame and he's a fast learner. He's still a natural charmer, leaning in for a chaste kiss on your forehead. "You're so right. I'm so lucky to have you."

He feels this indescribable joy, to the point where the smooth-talker himself can't put it into words. You're there for him and you always will be, it puts his heart at ease, and it helps him breathe easier. You're engraved into his daily routine and life, but gosh, he can't get enough of you and all the surprises that come along with you.

"Do you forgive me now?" He hums, a little more confident. The lingering voice in the back of his head that drives his mind to the worst possible scenario becomes a little more quiet.

"Of course I do," You press a soft kiss on his cheek.

Taglist: @dewwberry, @saenora

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

A devil in disguise

Yandere fantasy ocs x gn reader

They're not really yandere in this fic, I'm saving that for later

Tw: none that I can think of, not proofread 🌺

⭐you were just an ordinary villager. Living in a cottage you Inherited, making a living by owning a bakery in the nearby village. You didn't think there was anything appealing about you. Nothing making you stand out. Well, the villagers thought differently. It was mainly filled with different mythical races, making you the only human.

⭐one day you were setting up shop like always, a suitor or two trying to get your attention when suddenly screams could be heard from outside. Rushing to see what was the commotion, a young.. girl? Man? Was fighting off a horde of wild goblins. Littering the ground with their little bodies. They fought valiantly, slashing one after the other.

⭐in the end they came out victorious, but heavily injured. You herded the other villagers away, a bar maiden helping you pick up the adventurer and taking them to your little bakery. She set them down and quickly left as you looked for your first aid, carefully cleaning up the blood and grime off their face.

⭐you did end up requiring to remove their clothing to better patch them up, sincerely hoping they wouldn't feel uncomfortable once they woke up. You stayed overnight in the bakery since your cottage was pretty far and you didn't want to leave the newcomer alone. The sound of fabric rustling woke you up.

⭐ lifting your gaze upwards, you were met with big green eyes staring into your own, faces inches apart. Their blonde hair was messy and a strand draped across their face. They reached a hand out, and booped your nose before pulling away. Intently observing the room.

"uhm.. thank you for fighting off those feral goblins. What is your name, sir or ma'am..?"

"Gideon. What is your name, lovely lady?"

"y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you"

⭐Gideon thanked you repeatedly and offered to help you out for a bit. You agreed, and with the time they spent with you,you learned they were a he. They didn't mind any pronouns, just that they were born amab.

"you see. I was on my way here to wait for my friends when I noticed those nasty green bastards hiding in the bushes. I couldn't just let those vermin attack such a lovely village."

"you're very brave Gideon.. I wish I knew how to swing a sword"

"I can teach you, if you'd like my dear"

⭐ Gideon shows you the basics of wielding a sword, he offered to show you how to hunt game aswell. The first hunt came out.. interesting. He'll have to make you exercise with him daily from now on.

⭐2 weeks have passed now, Gideon was helping you bring groceries into your cottage when you heard a loud yelling coming from not too far away

"GIDEON!? IS THAT YOU?"

⭐ turning around, you spot a girl who seems to be your age standing a few feet away. She seemed tired yet so elated. Gideon set down the basket carrying the vegetables and quickly rushed over to her

"darling! Oh there you are! Where are the others? Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?"

⭐the girl waved off his worrying, about to say something when suddenly she turned her attention to you

"Wow.. well hello there gorgeous~"

⭐the girl walked up to you, wiggling her eyebrows and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You could only stare at her and laugh in mild amusement. After Gideon thoroughly disciplined her on why she shouldn't flirt with people she doesn't know, you learned that their entire party were on their way to recollect him.

⭐so now you had 2 roommates. It was pretty fun, they helped with chores and kept you company. Darling seemed to really like your bakery, helping every chance she could. They enjoyed being with you, you were so much fun! They knew they'd have to leave as soon as the others came, so One night, the two waited for you to go to sleep. Talking outside near a pond, a bit far away from the cottage

"I don't know Gideon.. they're not exactly built for adventuring with us.."

"yes.. but you weren't built for this life either. We trained you. And we can do the same for our little y/n. They already knows the basics, We'll just need to convince them before the others arrive"

⭐and that's what they did. For the next three days, they kept pestering you to join their party. So don't worry, they'll train you. Aren't you tired of this boring life? Don't you wanna explore? Just find someone to run your bakery for you until you come back!

⭐and that's how you ended up here. Catching a ride on ogmund, the party's barbarian tank. You were happily chatting away, braiding his hair while you were at it. He told you all about his tribe, orc traditions, his past adventures. You nodded along, adding input every now and then

⭐darling was walking alongside you both, chewing on something, you don't know what, and holding ogmund's hand. The orc seemed use to the girls touchy nature. Darling was the party's druid. Specializing in healing and natural magic. Her little ears would twitch, with the occasional flick of her tail. Panther hybrids were so cute.

⭐Gideon was the party's paladin, you remembered they told you about their reasoning for choosing this life. As a boy his family was slaughtered, leaving only him and his younger sibling rougé Alive. Their mothers were brothel workers while their father was the owner. Don't ask them about their family.

⭐rougé was the party's bard. They were a half elf, like their brother and very flirty and touchy with whoever they deemed as a fun pick. Darling seemed to be their main target since she gets easily flustered. You had the sneaking suspicion they often slept together with how their physical affections towards her seemed too intimate. The only reason they didn't come after you so often was because they didn't ogmund to snap their spine in half

⭐mikal was the party's sorcerer. A stubborn little prick, proud and haughty. Just give him a good thwack on the head and he'll shut up. Once, you you were playing with his hair and he stood rigid the entire time. Simply nodding when you'd compliment his beautiful silver locks. It contrasted well with his near black skin. Who knew dark elves were so sexy? (Fucking everyone)

⭐venus was the party's cleric, and boy, darling had massive beef with him. For what reason? You don't know, they just really fucking hated eachother. Venus, out of everyone, was the most reserved. It'll take you a whole to tear down his walls but you'll get there eventually.

⭐from what the party told you, you were on your way to save a couple friends. You were practically buzzing with excitement, your first real adventure! Maybe you'd find a fighting class that suits you best while you're at it.

⭐ blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from stop the trees..

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[xueyidweams]

*Read this in the most fanciest voice you can make*

Dear xueyidweams, I have seen your first post barge into my fyp, and I liked your first post, I must say, you have the talents to Be a Famous Fanfiction Blogger etc.

I have also known that you have your request open, nothing makes me more delight then to know request are open, If you had the time and you think that my request is worthy of your attention and time, I would like to request:

Reader telling GenshinCharacter that they are Horny, yes, it's nsfw, I don't want to ask for too much so, I will be asking for 2 characters only, and it is Heizou, and Kazuha.

You can add more character if you want, so that would be it, I hope this request able to been send out to you, btw if my request are not worthy then you can go ahead and declined my request by massage me.

Thank you for reading this<3

Please, fuck me?

Char.: Heizou, Kazuha x Male!Reader

Notes: there’s some nsfw, a one liner about teacher-student roleplay in heizou’s section and reader sucks off kazuha while he’s sleeping but he does wake up. just letting yall know! not proofread. also i am taking requests for honkai star rail as well so, shoot some if you have any!

A/N: thank you so much for all the compliments and the way you wrote this ask was so amusing lol. im really flattered by your words.

Heizou

“Ooh~ are those new glasses on your pretty face, Heizou?”

You teased as you finally finished work and had time to swing by your boyfriend’s office. Though he’s still deep in his work, he perks up and smiles when he sees you. Waving you over to his side and pushing himself away from his desk while still sitting on the chair, wraps his arms around your waist and sighs contently on your tummy which makes you giggle as you run your fingers through his messy hair.

He speaks up when you pinch his cheeks, “I was having boyfriend withdrawals over here! finally you’re here, love… ah, I missed you so much already. Is that childish of me?”

You smile softly and cup his cheeks, this was a precious moment but ever since waking up with your morning wood and not being able to take care of it because hey- there’s mora that need to be made- you can’t really hold back much longer but you want to indulge your tired boyfriend in this cosy bliss a little longer.

“Also about the glasses, yeah- I broke the last ones so i got different frames this time, do you like it~?” He teased as his fingers drew patterns on your lower back, you giggled and your voice took a dramatic turn as you gasped and held onto Heizou’s shoulders, he’s a bit confused by the sudden change but smiling as he awaits your shenanigans.

“Oh, Professor Heizou, I need a higher grade! You have to help me! I’ll do a~nything!”

You add some pout as well, and he laughs lightly, making your heart race at the pretty sight, he hums in thought and his fingers drop to the hem of your shirt.

“Well you can start by studying for better grades and-“

You cut him off, cupping his cheek and bending down to get close to his face, displacing his glasses a bit in the process.

“Heizou. Fuck me, please?”

He spoke as your hands were still cupping his cheeks,

“Yesh Shir.”

Kazuha

You sigh in bliss as you step away from the shower, your bathrobe snugly wrapping around you as you make your way to your shared bedroom where your boyfriend was reading a book when you left to shower, leaving a trailer of water as you do so.

“Oh Ka~zuha, I-“ You’re cut off as you look at the bed and realise your boyfriend is peacefully asleep. Book sprawled on his chest as it moved rhythmically, his hair freed from his ponytail and the moonlight making his white hair shine so beautifully you have to take a moment to calm your heart down.

You huff and a gentle smile tugs on your lips as you slowly made your way to him,

“He did look rather tired today…” You mused to yourself, then your smile grew to a sinister one as you saw his bulge through his pyjamas.

“Oh, love, weren’t you supposed to be resting~?”

You sit on the bed carefully, taking his cock out gently and looking at him, still peacefully asleep. You start with soft strokes, gentle pace, then start licking his tip. Only when you take every inch of him into your mouth that he wakes up with a gasp.

You hum as you take his cock out of your mouth.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

He just stared at you, face flushed and still in that half asleep daze. His voice was rough but still gentle, “…Hi.”

“Were you dreaming about me? You got so worked up.”

You tease as gestures for a kiss, you straddle him as he smiles into the kiss.

“Mm. Maybe…” He hums as you play with his hair. He looks you in the eye and strokes your cheek as he asks, “Ride me?”

You smile and roll your eyes, “Leaving all the work to me now?”

“Well I did just came back from a week long trip.”

“Hmph. You’re lucky you’re cute. Kazuha.”

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[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: JJBA

Character: Jotaro Kujo

Pairing: romantic

Type: alphabet

Honestly part 3 Jotaro being yandere over crusader darling is making me go crazy🗣️ darling could be related/a close friend of polnareff, avdol, or kakyoin to up the stakes of jotaro lol

And darling's gender is up to you I'm fine with whatever :D

- 🥝 anon

I usually do a general take for Alphabets so I hope you enjoy :D Rusty with writing Jotaro, feedback is appreciated! Not fully proofread, may have mistakes.

Yandere Alphabet - Jotaro Kujo

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Using stand for affection, Stalking, Possessive/Protective behavior, Violence, Blood, Manipulation, Jealousy, Death, Murder briefly mentioned, Threats, Controlling behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Restraints mention, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Jotaro isn't a character that expresses emotions very well. He's mostly stoic and even seems disinterested all the time. However, he isn't disinterested towards you in the slightest.

He's quiet around you but tries not to make it seem like he hates you. He mostly shows he cares through curt praises or maybe something physical like a pat on the back. Although, you no doubt feel ghostly touches of affection due to Star Platinum being capable of showing Jotaro's hidden emotions.

He's slow to do anything intense, but Jotaro could probably be one of the most intense yanderes. He may start subtle or hard to read... but as his obsession grows he tries to be more affectionate. He struggles with it at times though.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

I imagine if someone drove him to snap, he doesn't mind using Star Platinum to take them out... or maybe his own hands if it's personal. Jotaro has no mercy for enemy Stand Users targeting you. When it's rivals... that's more complicated.

He'd have trouble harming the other Crusaders because they're close to you. In that case he may rely on threats or just dragging you off.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Jotaro may seem like a cruel yandere, in fact that's an interesting way to go about it in some plots, but in reality he'd most likely be very caring. He has trouble expressing emotions... not like he doesn't have them. (I've been guilty of this in the past)

He wouldn't mock you, in fact if it ever came to kidnapping he would make sure he takes care of you. He hates others around you at times... but he never really likes to hurt you. If he's taken you in like this, he's going to make sure you're cared for.

Even if he's the only one you can see now.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes, but he tries not to do it often. He respects you, even if he locks you away.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Jotaro doesn't seem like a very vulnerable yandere. He's mostly stoic but does show some anxiety or bursts of emotions when things catch him off guard. So most of the time, you can't read him. Other times... suddenly he has you in a tight hug, catching you off guard.

He makes no noise during said sudden affection... but by his grip you can tell he's conveying some sort of emotion towards you (Anxiety, Stress, Adoration, Etc.)

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Irritated and impatient. He shows some annoyance towards you if you did fight him. He'll say his usual "Yare Yare Daze" before scolding you and holding you off. He won't hurt you... just tire you out.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and he hates it.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Seeing him snap. When Jotaro snaps a lot can happen. He may get violent with the person who set him off (not you). By the end of their altercation his hands are covered in red stains.

Afterwards he picks you up, either by himself or his Stand, and carried you off. He doesn't care if you struggle or not. He can't deal with you being so close to others anymore...

Which leads to you being locked away.

Honestly, he doesn't think about it now... but as an adult he probably thinks of marriage (Part 4). Maybe even a kid (Part 6). Part 3 Jotaro mostly just thinks of dating you after Dio is defeated.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Yes and Jotaro could really go either way. He may lash out and threaten the person who caused the issue. Maybe even use Star Platinum if they really did something wrong (Showing physical affection while Jotaro is around is an example).

Other times he may try to hide how much he truly feels about it. Although said emotions end up being vented by Star Platinum, said Stand never taking his eyes off of you. Star Platinum may even show affection towards you while Jotaro tries to distract himself.

Protective, Clingy, Observing, Manipulative/Controlling, Possessive, Subtle, Hard to read, Caring, Loyal.

Jotaro's yandere type is like a dormant volcano it seems. He seems harmless towards you... but who knows what might set him off.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Going based off what you gave me, you're a fellow Stand User and Crusader. That's how you meet Jotaro. At first Jotaro seems disinterested in you. But you couldn't be further from the truth.

As you proceed through your quest to take down Dio, Jotaro grows interested in you. You could be a friend of one of the others... or even a sibling of one of them. Jotaro doesn't really care about that... he just cares about watching you.

He'd stalk you by using Star Platinum and would appear extremely protective of you. Jotaro is skilled in fighting and can be volatile in fights. Especially if it's to protect you.

By the end of this trip... safe to say Jotaro isn't planning to leave your side or lose you to anyone.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Jotaro doesn't like the idea but he may try restraints or isolation to make you rely on him. He seems like he'd be physical about it, but he isn't really. He does scold you... but at the same time he doesn't like blaming you for the mistakes of others.

He doesn't want to take a lot, but if he feels you've wronged him then he will take most of your freedoms.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He can be patient. He has limits, but he is surprisingly very patient.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

The effect it has on him may not show, but it does affect him. He gets snappy with others and much more moody. But over time it becomes a dull ache within him that he never forgets.

If someone took you from him... he may just kill them....

Sometimes and maybe (most likely no).

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood and trauma.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Jotaro usually just gives you your space. He keeps his distance until you calm down. Occasionally he may use Star Platinum to check on you before approaching to hold you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not many I can think of except trying not to make him snap.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He tries not to, he hates the idea... but it may just happen.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would sacrifice everything to see you alive, happy, and safe.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I imagine he can pine awhile. He probably won't snap until after Part 3 (hopefully)... meaning any abduction might be a Part 4 era Jotaro thing.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally.

#yandere jojo #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #yandere stardust crusaders #yandere jotaro #yandere jotaro kujo

[tangy4ever]

please, come to bed?

WARNING: ABUSE, FIGHTING, SUICIDAL THEMES | angst, fluff Hobie Brown X reader

Not proofread, no use of Y/N, it’s my first fan fic so give me feedback!

“Miguel?” You call, almost tripping walking through the messy, dark room, taking in the scent of his cologne. You saw his frame lit dimly by the thousands of screens, keeping eyes on everything at all times.

“Miguel, can you come to bed, hon?” You inched closer to the platform. “It’s really late and I’m tired. We have cake, do you want some? It’s leftovers from Mayday’s birthday.” You picked up a gizmo that looked cute, it had a little face on it and in the shape of a spider, Lyla must have made it. “Don’t touch that.” A demanding voice directed your attention to Miguel. You quickly set the gizmo down and apologized. You came around to his desk, “do want this?” Setting the cake down on his desk. “Leave me alone.” He said, never taking his gaze away from the monitors. “Can you come to bed, please baby?” “No.” He remained focused, “Like I said, leave me alone.” You placed a fork for his cake on the desk, hesitating at first. “GO AWAY!” He yelled, snapping up from his chair. “Oh, I-“ You trembled on your words, shaking with every breath. Smack. Miguel had slapped you. Your breath hitched as you backed away, tripping over crumpled paper and gadgets. He reached his hand out to you, as if to apologize, but you ran. Oh, you ran. You fled into the bright hallways of the spider society, many spiders, who were there because it was morning in their universe, turned to look at you. Your slippers hit the floor with each step. Your tears came back to hit your slap mark, which had grown to a bright red. It stand to the touch. A familiar hand grabbed your shoulders. It was Jess, Jessica Drew. She looked at you with an understanding expression. “What happened, little spider?” She looked at the mark and went to touch it, but you pushed her hand away. She held the other side of your face in her hand, accidentally finding another bruise from previous ‘incidents’. You winced in pain as she touched it. She recoiled back, “are you okay, sugar?” She reached down into her pack to grab a white baggy, she snapped it in half and it instantly turned ice cold. “Here, put this on your mark. Now may I ask, who did this.” You kept your mouth shut, but gave her a hint by looking down at your ring. She furrowed her brows and grabbed you by the wrist. As she dragged you through the halls of the building, you could hear her mumble things like, “I knew he would have done something like this” or, “poor little spider”

You made it to the door that always seemed to loom over you with darkness. She tapped her foot on the ground, and hid you behind her so that Miguel didn’t know you were there. “Miguel!” He turned around and rolled his eyes, “yes?” He looked same as always, frown, furrowed brows, blood red eyes, chiseled jawline, everything. “What is your issue?” She brought you up to her side and put her arm around her shoulder. Miguel turned his face away from you. “I’m sorry.” Jess piped up, “what was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” “I said, I’m sorry.” He looked at you, and you returned the glance. “I don’t forgive you,” you said, looking down at your feet. “What?” He said, a demanding tone. “I don’t forgive you.” You took off your ring and threw it at him. “It’s always til death do us part, which it will be.” You took off through the door and head for the elevator, Jess and Miguel trailing you. You quickly got in and pressed the close button like there was no tomorrow, which you were hoping there wouldn’t be. You made it to the rooftop when you heard footsteps behind you, those of an angel, and those of a disgusting man. “I can’t do this anymore, leave me be.” Miguel approached you. You stepped forward, the wind hitting your face. You closed your eyes, stars filled the sky, your mother was on the other side, your sister was on the other side. (Hamilton reference ;) *wink wink* ) you felt the ground get closer. Plop. You landed into someone’s arms. “Bloody hell. What is happening?” Another voice, “We have beautiful women raining from the sky now! I wonder if she is okay” the other, “of course not, you bloody dunce, she obviously just fell from the sky.” You opened you eyes. “Hello Mrs O’Hara!” It was Hobie and Pavitr. They both seemed happy to know you were okay. “Hmm, what’s that? it smells like, abusive bitch around here.” Hobie sniffled. “Language!” Pavitr called. Miguel stood behind Hobie as he set you down. “What do you want, asshole?” “I’m here for my wife.” You flinched as he came closer. “Yeah I don’t know about that.” Miguel opened his mouth as to speak, but Hobie shushed him, and grabbed you. He leaned his mouth into yours and kissed you. You kissed back. The look in his eyes sparkled when you both stopped for air. “I mean, I don’t see no ring on her hand, man.” Miguel’s eyes flared red. Jess came up behind him and grabbed him by the ear, “I’m not done with you, O’Hara” she dragged him into the building once more. “OMG! That was like those Princess movies I watch!” Pavitr clapped in excitement and squeaked. You and Hobie rolled your eyes and leaned back in for a kiss.

I could have made that longer. But I got lazy. If y’all want me to I can stretch this out into a series. This really was a shit post and I can write better.

#miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel #miguel o'hara #hobie my beloved #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie brown #pavitr #spiderpunk #hobart brown #spiderman india #spiderman into the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #spiderverse pavitr #atsv pavitr #pav

[sophierequests]

Hi! Could you write a fluffy Zoya x female reader fanfiction, where Genya won't stop bugging the reader about her crush?

i only want to be with you

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Pairing: Zoya Nazyalenksy x f!Reader

A/N: WLW ZOYA! WLW ZOYA! Ahhhh, I love her so much! I wrote her a bit softer than I intended to, so I hope you still enjoy reading it. Also, there is a slight bit of angst, because I just love using the miscommunication trope, I'm sorry. The ending is really fluffly though! Thank you for requesting this!

Summary: After Genya's constant teasing reveals that the reader has a crush on somebody, Zoya gets slightly jealous.

Genre: Fluff, slight Angst

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: slight mention of not eating, poor proofreading

Upon entering the conference room, you saw that you weren’t the first person to arrive. Genya was already idly sitting in her designated chair, curling one of her auburn curls around her finger. David had to finish some minuscule tasks for Nikolai, which meant he couldn’t join the meeting and fill the space next to the tailor.

When she caught sight of you, her eyes brightened, and her lips formed a mischievous grin. As much as you loved her, she could be insufferable sometimes, especially when it came to her favourite topic: gossip.

And oh boy, did she have an opportunity to gossip.

A few weeks prior, you accidentally let it slip that you had a slight crush on a certain squaller, which seemed to not surprise your friend at all. Since then it became one of her most talked-about matters, effectively managing to drive you up against the wall. As soon as she realized that it wasn’t just a little innocent infatuation, but fully developed feelings towards your mutual friend, she didn’t want to let it go, constantly teasing or encouraging you to ask her out.

But you knew better than to act out on your feelings. Zoya would never return these feelings. Not towards you. She even rejected Nikolai, when he tried to ask her out, so you thought about your chances, which, by now, were heading towards zero. And you were fine with that. At least that's what you told yourself.

“Busy night?” she asked jokingly, already judging your current look intently.

She was right. You looked questionable at best. Your hair was slightly messy, the bags under your eyes had got more visible, and you looked pretty tired. The reason for that wasn’t what Genya suggested.

“Yes, terribly busy. With finishing the load of paperwork, Nikolai handed me yesterday. As if I had nothing better to do.” you huffed, taking the place next to the red-haired girl.

“What a shame.” she stated, the previous smile still present on her lips, “I thought that you may have had a certain nightly visit from a certain squaller, we both know and love.”

You glared at her, knowing that this wouldn’t be able to wipe that smug look off of her face. In answer to this, you couldn’t stop your cheeks from turning a slight red.

“Genyaaa, why are you like this?” you groaned, throwing your head back in defeat.

“Because I enjoy watching you blush at every mention of her. I didn’t even have to say her name.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best.”

Before you could retort anything witty, the door flew open, an agitated Nikolai, followed by an even more distressed Zoya entered the room. This was going to be fun, you thought to yourself, as Nikolai sat down at the head of the table, already displeased with the meeting before it even started. Zoya sat down across from you, scowling at Nikolai.

She looked as stunning as ever, even with an expression, that could kill you in an instant. Her dark hair was slightly dishevelled from the harsh weather currently raging outside, but she didn’t care to fix it.

Her eyes shifted from Nikolai to the papers in front of her, finally landing on you. She flashed you a quick smile before her attention got taken away by Nikolai starting to speak. But you weren’t listening, still completely captured by Zoya smiling at you.

Genya didn’t really focus on the discussion either. She had way too much fun watching you and Zoya exchange coy smiles and vexed glances, silently communicating in your own way. It was one of her favourite past times to watch the both of you unknowingly flirt with each other - extremely poorly for that matter. A thing that you didn’t know was that Zoya did, in fact, reciprocate your feelings. She had told Genya quite a few times before. But she would never tell you that since she was waiting for you to figure it out yourself. Even though it was getting quite hard to watch without dropping the bomb, so she just had to continue joking about it, until something happened.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” a tired but stern voice shook you from your daydream.

Nikolai looked at you intently, catching you completely off guard. You did, in fact, not listen to anything that he had said. But you couldn’t tell him that. As you began to stutter, Genya interjected, a wicked smile on her face.

“Oh Lantsov, cut the girl some slack. You let her work through the whole night, so she didn’t have time to daydream about her current person of interest.” she grinned mischievously.

You almost choked on your own spit after hearing that. Genya liked to be obvious with her teasing, but she never straight up told anyone about you having a crush on someone, especially not when said person was in the room.

The man at the head of the table sighed gravely, shaking his head at the tailor’s answer. You sensed that he wanted to answer something humorous, but he didn’t seem to have the energy to actually utter it.

“Alright then, just…try to focus from now on. It’s not like it’s part of your job…” he muttered, continuing his ramblings.

Zoya wasn’t completely unfazed by her friend’s comment, either. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, not taking her eyes off you, unless it was to throw questioning glances at the girl sitting next to you. You could basically feel the hot red glow emitting from your cheeks.

The rest of the meeting went how you would’ve expected it. Nikolai decided to end it early, because neither Zoya nor you seemed to be able to concentrate properly. Genya, however, acted as jolly as ever. Her plan of getting the two of you to admit your mutual feelings was number one on her priority list.

As soon as the meeting was over, the squaller across from you stood up and left the room, without giving you another glance. You wanted to follow after her, but her sudden mood change made you rethink that decision. Even though you weren’t quite sure what made her so uncomfortable, you knew that getting on her nerves was not doing anything for her.

You left the room, with Genya quickly following after you.

“What were you thinking?” you asked exasperatedly, after putting a bit of distance between the conference room.

“Oh come on, Y/N.” she chuckled, laying a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the garden of the Grand Palace, “We both know that you harbour certain…feelings for her. You can’t keep them hidden forever.”

“I could if you would stop telling people about it.” you muttered, slightly agitated by her attempt at matchmaking.

“I didn’t say her name.”

“You didn’t need to. I think she knows, judging by the way she stared me down afterwards.” you grumbled back at her.

“Trust me, love. Zoya has no idea I meant her.” she laughed, her light footsteps almost floating over the white gravel of the garden path.

“Why would she act this uncomfortable, if she wouldn’t know that you meant her?” you asked suspiciously, not quite understanding what she was insinuating.

“Do I need to spell everything out for you?”

“Apparently you do because I have no clue where you’re coming from.”

“Don’t you think that she might’ve reacted like this because she might’ve been a bit jealous?”

“Jealous?” you retorted incredulously, your eyes followed her as she sat down on a bench, surrounded by hedges.

She patted the empty space next to her, offering you to sit down.

“Genya, I don’t understand.”

“I doubt that she has any clue that you like her. You’re not really good at hiding it, but she can be pretty…difficult when it comes to these things.”

“If you’re trying to get me to ask her out, you can stop right there.” you interjected before she could continue with her pep talk, “I’m really not in the mood for getting rejected. Especially not by her. It would be unwise to risk our friendship. I’d rather keep all these feelings to myself until they go away.”

“What if they won’t?”

“Then that would be my problem.”

“Are you truly that dense?” she gave you a questioning look, folding her hands in her lap, “You two are closer than anyone else here. You’ve been friends for like ever. Even before we started talking. I don’t remember a time when you two weren’t together in some way. Do you not see it?”

“Genya, if you’re implying what I think you are, I’m sorry to tell you that you are wrong.”

“She likes you back.” she said abruptly, giving you a knowing smile.

“As much as I would like to believe that, that just isn’t true. You said it yourself, we are really close friends. I would’ve definitely noticed it if she had a crush on me.”

“By the way you’re talking, you wouldn’t even notice it, if she would say it straight to your face.” she mumbled, displeased by your reaction to her previous statement.

“It’s Zoya. She rejected Nikolai! A king! Why would she ever fall in love with someone like me, if she had him as an option?” you sighed, anxiously rubbing your hands over your thigh.

“Why shouldn’t she?” Genya asked, a comforting smile on her face, “We don’t choose who we fall in love with. And you give her more than enough reasons to do so. A king is nothing more than a boy in a crown, Nikolai's father was the best proof of that. But you are so much more.”

“Genya, I really do appreciate your attempt at…whatever this is, but I can’t. I don’t want to ruin what we have.” you refused, standing up from the bench.

“Y/N-”

“I think I should go. I still have some work to do.” you deflected, already walking towards the back door, leaving your friend on the bench, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Genya sighed, she really tried her best this time, but she couldn’t force you to admit it. She just hoped that her previous comment didn’t do too much damage.

But she could only hope.

The next week was absolute hell for you and everyone involved. Zoya and you just continued to avoid each other as well as you could, which proved to be pretty difficult when it came to meetings or other official affairs. When you did interact, however, the conversations were kept brief and light. Genya noticed that you didn’t really eat breakfast, or any meal for that matter, anymore, in hopes to avoid any unnecessary confrontation.

After a whole week of watching you two, she decided that she had to do something - anything - to at least get you to talk to each other again.

So when she invited Zoya to eat breakfast with her, she had to drop some hints.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Z.” she smiled, sitting next to her, gnawing on some strawberry baked goods she had got from the kitchen, “I haven’t had anyone over since last week, and it’s getting quite lonely.”

Zoya looked up from her plate, a questioning look drawn on her face. She knew that you and Genya wouldn’t go more than a few days without seeing each other, so of course, she was concerned. Even though the memories of your last conference together, she tried to get a bit more information out of her.

“Hasn’t Y/N been over? She would never miss your new hot gossip.” she chuckled, trying to hide her unease.

The redhead looked at her, furrowing her brows and cocking her head slightly.

“Oh, she hasn’t truly talked to any of us, didn’t you notice? I went to her room yesterday, but she didn’t want to see me, nor speak with me. I thought that you might’ve already checked in with her. Haven’t you noticed her…odd behaviour recently? I don’t think she had a proper meal in like days.”

The squaller was getting quite anxious about the whole situation. Jealousy had taken over the functional part of her brain, which led her to ignore the girl she genuinely liked. She felt terrible for not acknowledging your change in demeanour. Primarily, she should’ve been your friend, a shoulder to lean on, but she didn’t act like it. She was tempted to ask Genya about your crush, and who she was referring to, but she bit her tongue. This was not the right time to let her own feelings.

“I- I didn’t notice that, no.” she said courtly, taking a sip of the almost cold tea, that she had disregarded earlier.

“I’m not quite sure what to do.” Genya groaned, running two of her fingers over her temples in a circular motion, “I was hoping that she had already talked to you, so I didn’t want to bother her any further. She would’ve probably preferred you knocking.”

“Maybe I should go and check in on her. Especially if she hasn’t had breakfast yet.” Zoya mumbled, looking worriedly at her friend.

“Maybe you should.” Genya smiled softly, feeling like her plan had finally taken on some shape, “Take some of the cakes with you, they are her favourites.”

With a quick nod, she grabbed the pastries, walking out hurriedly towards your room.

“Y/N?” she asked through the closed door after her previous knocks were left unanswered.

There was shuffling coming from your room, quick pacing steps walking towards the door. You opened the door meekly, giving the woman in front of you a perplexed glance. Before she said anything more, she took a few seconds to take in your appearance. Much to her relief, you didn’t look quite as bad, as Genya’s worries implied. But you still looked exhausted and quite timid, standing across from Zoya.

“Hi.” was the only thing you uttered, when you realized who was standing at your door.

You wanted to spy around the corner, searching for Genya, who definitely had her hands in this, but you didn’t want to appear any more suspicious.

“I uhm, brought you something for breakfast.” Zoya showed you the small tray she was holding, “Genya told me that you weren’t eating, so I thought I should bring you something.”

Ah, there it was.

“Thank you.” you said courtly, thinking about your next step.

“Do you mind if I come in?”

You shook your head, opening the door fully for her to follow you.

The room looked tidy, up until she looked at your small workspace. The desk was littered with papers, pencils and other utensils, that you used for filing documents or working on your tasks. That’s what you had been doing for the last week. Working. Zoya scoffed, but she also realized that Nikolai didn’t assign you any more tasks, knowing that he shouldn’t bring you to over-exhaustion. You overworked yourself on purpose.

“Y/N, are you alright?” she blurted out suddenly, watching you carefully, as you sat down on your bed with her trailing after you.

“Yes, why shouldn’t I be?”

Worry rose up in your chest. You couldn’t tell her, but judging by how this conversation was going, you wouldn’t be able to avoid it.

“You’ve been ignoring me - us - the whole week. I’m worried about you.” she said empathetically, laying a hand on yours.

You wanted to pull your hand away, not wanting to fall deeper into the void that was Zoya Nazyalensky. Even if you would, it wouldn’t help you, though.

“You haven’t been really talkative either, Zoya.” you retorted dryly, on the edge of breaking.

Zoya’s cheeks flushed. It was true, she had been trying to avoid you. Trying to not allow her heart to be broken into more pieces. She knew what she had to do, but she didn’t know if she had the emotional strength to do it.

“I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk out of the meeting like that, I just…”

“You just what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you liking somebody? I thought we were best friends?” she deflected, shifting uncomfortably.

“What? What do you mean?” you asked, dumbfounded, having already forgotten about the exact phrasing that Genya had used.

“The meeting last week? Genya mentioned your crush and I felt…weird that you hadn’t told me about it too. I thought we’d tell each other everything.”

You could feel the blush taint your cheeks quickly. You were really in for it now.

“There is a good reason why I didn’t tell you about it, Z.”

Even though Zoya’s heart leapt at you calling her by her nickname again, it was dropped just as quickly by you admitting that she kept something like that from her. She couldn’t say why you didn’t feel like telling her, and it made her nervous. Did she completely misinterpret the connection you had?

“You don’t have to keep secrets from me, Y/N. I would never judge you. No matter what.” she assured, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You sighed, keeping your eyes on your intertwined hands, in order to avoid her stare.

“You are the person I like.” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Zoya wanted to keep her composure. She truly did. But this confession felt like a brick to her face. She had been shutting you out for an entire week, in hopes of getting rid of that jealous feeling that kept gnawing at her.

“What?” she exclaimed, trying to meet your gaze.

“I know, I know! It’s weird, I’m sorry. I should've kept it to myself.” you muttered, tears beginning to dwell up in your eyes.

You wanted to rip your hand out of her grip, but she just carefully squeezed tighter. Her free hand moved to cup your chin, raising your head to be at the same level as yours.

“Don’t.” she cooed, her own cheeks flushed red, but her usual cheeky demeanour back on her face, “I love you too.”

Your eyes were opened wide, left completely confused by this turn of events.

Before you could say anything else, you felt a soft pair of lips pressed against yours. She was actually kissing you. You kissed back softly, still trying to understand what had just happened.

When you pulled back, you were left breathless, back to staring at her like a deer in front of a pointed rifle.

Simultaneously, Zoya had also connected the dots, realizing that Genya had been behind all of this, even though some events didn’t go quite as well.

“I was your person of interest? I was fully convinced you were in love with somebody else!” Zoya laughed, shaking her head at the whole situation.

“Wait, so that means that you were jealous?” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t call it jealous-”

“Oh, you so were.” a third voice interjected.

Your heads whipped around to see Genya standing at the door, a huge grin plastered on her face.

“I just came to check in on you two.” she added, looking quite pleased with her work.

“Genya!” you and Zoya called out, flabbergasted by your cupid’s actions.

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Non Denominational Winter Party For Friends (Who Know) Of The Upside Down

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(fyi this is 8.5k words, issa big one)

Murray heard a knock on his door.

According to his camera, it was Jonathan Byers. He looked tired, thought Murray, but on the other hand, this was Jonathan Byers. He sort of just looked like that.

Murray glanced at the clock on the wall, surprised to find that the case he’d been working on had occupied a good twelve hours, and it was now six in the evening. Usually he ran out of vodka by now, forcing him to take a break to get more.

Hm. The cutting back on the drink really was working.

He made his way to the door and pressed the button to the intercom.

“Stop!” He said, in a terrible attempt at a British accent.

Jonathan visibly startled.

“He who approacheth the Door of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see!” He proclaimed, still in his terrible accent. Sue him, he’d been through enough with the Byers family to mess with the kid a bit.

Jonathan grinned, confused. “Uh, okay.” He said. Hey, he was even looking straight at the camera!

“What!” He said, trying and failing to keep himself from giggling through the word, “is your name!”

“Jonathan Byers.”

“What! Is your quest!”

Jonathan held up a piece of paper. “Delivering a party invitation?”

A party invitation? Since when was Murray invited to Hawkins parties? And why was Jonathan sent all the way here to deliver it? He pursed his lips at the video feed, suspicious.

“What!” He said anyway, “is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow!”  

Jonathan chuckled into the camera. “African or European?”

Murray barked out a laugh, and opened the door.

“Hey, Murray.” Said Jonathan, handing him the paper he had held up. “Can’t stay long, but I offered to bring this to you because apparently you don’t check your mail.”

“I check my mail.” Muttered Murray, focussed on the party invite in his hands. It was a photocopy of a hand drawn invite, which had clearly been fussed over and crumpled before being fed into the machine, making the smooth paper look creased. “I just don’t bother responding to it unless it’s important.”

“Did you get the gift card we sent for your birthday?”

“Yes. I suppose you’re expecting a thank you, but I’d like to know how you know my birthday in the first place.” He peered up at Jonathan over the top of his glasses.

“My mom saw it on your passport.” Said Jonathan with a shrug.

“Et tu, Joyce?” He grumbled, and turned his attention back to the invite.

It was written mostly in large bubble letters, reading: you are invited to a NON-DENOMINATIONAL WINTER PARTY.

Below it, in messy handwriting, said for friends of the UPSIDE DOWN.

Between the words friends and of was a proofreader’s caret, and in much nicer handwriting, someone had added the words who know, with a set of aggressive underlines.

“Your brother clearly wasn’t consulted when making the invites.” He said. Either that, or Joyce had a serious case of mom brain when it came to her younger son’s skill. He could even see remnants of the word CHRISTMAS where it had clearly been erased in favour of NON-DENOMINATIONAL.

“Yeah, uh, Argyle made it.” Said Jonathan.

“Argyle.” He shook his head to indicate that he was out of the loop, as he flipped the paper to find the actual details of the party on its back. They had splashed for double sided printing. How nice.  

“Yeah, my friend with the long hair? You met him in California.”

“The one who smells like…” Murray raised his eyebrows innocently, “skunk?”

He did, in fact, know who Jonathan was talking about, but he knew of him as Arturo Gallardo, a name he had picked up when confirming their cover stories. He had aggressively researched him, the same way he researched everyone he could identify who knew of the Upside Down. He couldn’t risk any one of them being a Russian agent, or an affiliate of Brenner’s.

Now that he thought of it, he did remember seeing the name Argyle associated with the man; he had cast it aside as unimportant, choosing instead to focus on the paper trail, or lack thereof, of the people residing in his house. He had quickly found that they were refugee family members from a civil war in El Salvador and decided it was none of his business.

He turned his attention back to Jonathan, who was sheepishly agreeing that yes, his friend did smell like skunk.

“The party was his idea, too.” Jonathan continued. “He wants to get to know everyone who we can trust about the Upside Down.”

Murray hummed in acknowledgement. “Some people find archival newspapers down to the day you were born, some people throw parties.” He shrugged. Jonathan looked bewildered. “Regardless, I won’t be attending. I don’t do parties.” Not of the painfully heterosexual variety, anyhow.

“Oh.” Said Jonathan, clearly disappointed by this news.

“You were born on a Friday.” Said Murray, handing back the paper, “And funny enough, the biggest story in Hawkins that day was a middle school photography competition. The winner was a picture of a dog. It was a shitty picture, but the photographer was ten.”

“Good… to know.”

“Well, say hi to Nancy for me.” Said Murray, eager to have his home to himself again. It was nice seeing Jonathan, but man did the Byers know how to invade his house like a weed. Best to nip it in the bud before he got too cozy.

“Oh, uh, I… don’t know.” Jonathan shifted his weight on his feet, uncomfortable.

“You don’t know how to say hi?” Said Murray, eyebrow raised. “It’s one syllable, Jonathan, rehearse it.”

“No, it’s just.” Jonathan gave him a placating smile. “We, uh, ended things.”

Murray crossed his arms. “Ended things.”

He watched Jonathan’s face carefully as he thought over his response. He’d seen the boy in an array of emotions; determined, tired, protective, lovestruck, pleased-but-embarrassed-because-he’d-just-had-sex-in-Murray’s-guest-room, and so-high-he-could-barely-think. Which was to say, Murray had a good read on his expressions by now. So when Jonathan’s lip dipped as his cheek pulled up in a wince, Murray could tell that this ended things business was not one he was particularly happy about.

“I mean,” said Jonathan, “she’s at college, and I’m still, you know, here, because I mean I can’t leave my family, so like, I - I mean, it was a mutual thing, you know?”

Murray pursed his lips. “You did long distance for most of the year.”

Jonathan shrugged. “I, yeah, I mean, it wasn’t, easy.”

Murray narrowed his eyes.

“I mean, I’ve still got my family! And, and, Argyle. And I’m going to college part-time in Indy, which is why I came here, it’s not that long of a detour.” Jonathan was avoiding eye contact as he did his best to act as if he was fine.

Murray was drumming his fingers on his arm.

“And we still, you know, promised to be friends, it’s just. You know, we ended things when she came back for Thanksgiving, and that was only a week ago, so.” Jonathan cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’ll get out of your ha…ir.” Jonathan’s eyes flickered up to the top of Murray’s head. “I’m gonna. Go.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the door to indicate he was leaving, as if Murray might be confused as to which direction he was going.

He let Jonathan awkwardly turn to reach for the door before he let out a theatrical sigh. Jonathan turned back around robotically, confused.

“Fine!” Said Murray, throwing his hands in the air. “I’ll go! You’ve worn me down, Byers, don’t get used to this.” This was a blatantly empty threat, but it felt good to say it.

Jonathan’s eyebrows rose. “I did?”

Murray rolled his eyes. “You did.” Damn those Byers and their sad pitiable faces. Nobody had really had this much sway over him since…

Hmm.

The Byers were something special alright.

But Jonathan was grinning, delighted, and Murray was begrudgingly pleased about his decision.

“This invite says that there’s homemade pizza, though.” Said Murray.

“Is that… a problem?”

“I’m assuming Arturo is making them.” Arturo had picked up a job at McMillan’s McPizza. Murray was eagerly waiting to see if they’d win the McLawsuit, but McDonald’s had yet to take notice of the smalltown McRestaurant. “Does he know how to make kosher pizza?”

Jonathan frowned. “Uh, Argyle will be making the food, actually. I’ll make sure there’s a pizza for you though, don’t worry.”

~

The party was hosted at the Hopper-Byers house. Murray was impressed by the building; not long ago, this had been a two bedroom cabin that almost intentionally looked abandoned. Now, it had doubled in size, and the original cabin exterior had been cleaned up so nicely that it was difficult to tell the difference between the old and the new.

He arrived at the same time that Susan Hargrove — or Mayfield, but last he checked, she hadn’t sent in the paperwork, and thus the name change request had lapsed — was dropping of Maxine Mayfield. Jim Hopper was jogging down the driveway to help her unload the wheelchair from the back of her van.

“Murray.” Said Jim warmly as a greeting, as Murray climbed out of his car. “Care to give us a hand?”

Murray didn’t really care to, but he couldn’t say no without looking like a dick, so he approached and awaited instruction.

“I appreciate it.” Said Susan, with a tired smile. The poor woman had heavy bags under her eyes, and her hair was in a memory of a braid; at this point, it mostly fell limp around her face, and the hair tie was barely hanging on.

“I don’t.” Grumbled a voice from inside of the van as a pale hand reached out to grip the doors, and Max Mayfield climbed out of the vehicle. Her movements were slow and clumsy, but she stood on both feet and glared defiantly at Murray and Jim through thick coke bottle glasses. “I can unload it myself.”

Jim was already putting the chair on the ground. Murray wondered why he’d been asked to help at all if the big oaf was stubborn enough to do it himself.

“If you break it, you’re paying for a new one.” Said Max coolly.

“Not even a scratch on it.” Said Jim. “Right, Murray?”

Ah. He was the witness. He looked over the wheelchair. “Looks brand new.” He said, because it did.

Max ambled over to the chair, using the side of the van as a guide, and let herself collapse into it. She gave the wheels an experimental push, and gave them all a warning glare.

“Fine.” She conceded.

~

The house was warm and bright, and there was a lovely jazz song playing from a turntable somewhere. Once the fog had receded from his glasses, Murray took stock of the current party guests.

The Byers were there, of course. Joyce was pressing a glass of wine into Murray’s hand — a delicious smelling cabernet sauvignon that she had clearly already tested thoroughly, if the pinkness of her cheeks was anything to go by — and excitedly pointing at all the new features of the house that Murray was only half paying attention to. Jonathan’s voice could be heard from the kitchen, in a cheerful chattering conversation with Arturo, or Argyle. Will was sitting next to his friends Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, and oh damn, his lovestruck expression was identical to his brother’s. Murray had caught a whiff of it in California, but it had been dampened by the bullshit that they had been dragged into that time. Now, his starry eyes were out in full force every time he glanced to his left.

Murray didn’t know how to read Michael Wheeler very well just yet; he looked a lot like his sister, but while she hid her thoughts under a carefully polite mask, Mike instead pretended not to have any emotions other than disgruntled teenage moodiness. Murray had been there. While he did seem to be enjoying Will’s company, he kept sneaking wistful glances across the room at Jane Eleven Hopper, who was talking to Edward Munson. Eddie happily interrupted their conversation with a cheer that made El giggle as Max made her way to join them, quickly enveloping her in their discussion; something about guitar, if their hand movements were a clue.

Jim slung his arm around Joyce after he closed the door and hung up Max’s jacket, joining their conversation and beginning to discuss the logistics of making the place wheelchair accessible, and grumbling about how terrible Jonathan was at carpentry. Joyce gave him a playful thwack on the arm with an oh, you expression on her face, shifting her chatter to explain that they had more than enough money for the builders with the, with the, well you know, the money they had received after their, well, ordeal.

Murray fondly wished she would just admit to it being hush money. He had personally refused the cash — not that he’d been offered much, since his own personal life had remained largely disrupted. He wouldn’t begrudge anyone for taking the government up on the offer, though; make the feds bleed, he thought, after everything they’d put them through.

Nancy Wheeler approached, handing Jim a beer stein filled to the brim.

Jim looked between the stein and Nancy, unimpressed. “Who’s the host here, Wheeler?” He said.

Nancy smiled politely, but there was a tightness in her smile and a tiny wrinkle between her brows, unnoticeable if you weren’t intently examining faces like Murray was. “Just thought I’d spread some Christmas cheer.” She said.

Jim pointed a wavering finger. “Non-denominational Christmas — winter cheer!” He said, playfully scolding Nancy. Nancy’s smile relaxed a little bit, but the discomfort was still there, and it occurred to Murray that her only other socializing options at the moment were her annoying kid brother, her ex, or… well, Murray hadn’t had the opportunity to examine the relationships between the last group yet, but maybe they had taken Jonathan’s side in the breakup. They were still in the same city, after all, whereas Nancy spent most of her time in Boston.

“Nancy, Nancy, Nancy!” Cried Murray dramatically, which brought mirth to her eyes as she contained a laugh. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Eddie Munson’s face turn to his dramatics, entertained. He’d have to explore that potential kindred spirit later, he thought. “Journalist to journalist, I need to hear how your studies go!” He offered her an elbow, which she gladly took, and led her to an unoccupied corner of the living room.

Once prying eyes had interested themselves in other things, he ducked his head closer, prompting her to lean in as well. “And we all know journalism is just gossip wearing a fancy hat, so forget the formalities, give me the news.”

~

“So why Argyle?” Asked Murray.

He had stolen a moment to sneak into the kitchen, driven by curiosity and delicious smells. He also felt a little guilty for coming to the party for Jonathan’s sake, only to chat with the girl who had broken up with him instead. Jonathan was, frankly, horrible at small talk, so Murray turned to his odd companion instead. Nancy didn’t know much about him, as he reportedly evaded personal questions, but she did find him charming enough, and admirably loyal.

Argyle paused and nodded pensively. “Why Argyle, indeed.” He said. He nodded for another moment before continuing to grate the parmesan in his hand.

Well, Nancy wasn’t lying.

“No, I meant, why do you go by Argyle?”

“I liked your first question better. Why, Argyle.” He repeated why, Argyle to himself whimsically as he continued grating the cheese.

Jonathan gave Murray an odd look. There were spinach stems in his hair. “That’s his name?” He said.

Murray raised an eyebrow.

Well, now this was becoming a moral dilemma, wasn’t it? It wasn’t very fair of him to reveal information about the guy that he didn’t want revealed, even if that information was easily found in something like a yearbook or a driver’s license.

Argyle grunted. “Well. Kinda.” He said.

Perhaps Murray had said too much already. He stayed quiet, waiting for the others to show their hands before he played his cards.

“Kinda?” Said Jonathan casually. He reached over and stole a pinch of the grated parmesan and popped it in his mouth. The action seemed to dissolve some of the tension that had raised in Argyle’s expression; it was a peace offering, of sorts, to say hey, it’s cool, I’m still comfortable with you.

Argyle still shot Murray a glare, but without much heat in it. “Eh, my name is technically Arturo. I like Argyle better, though.”

“Sorry.” Said Murray, smiling placatingly, though he didn’t really mean it. He found this whole thing rather ridiculous. “I ran background checks on everyone, didn’t realize this was a big,” He wiggled his fingers as if performing a magic trick, “secret.”

Argyle’s eyes examined him, and in so, he gave something away that Murray hadn’t expected; that was the same piercing gaze that Murray saw in both himself and in Nancy Wheeler. He gave Argyle a smirk, comfortable with what Argyle might find on him, and a quiet understanding passed between the pair of them.

Argyle finally gave him an easy grin. “Guess this party is my background check on everyone.”

“Guess it is.” Said Murray.

Jonathan was watching them with fond confusion. The way his lip curled made Murray wonder if, perhaps, there was more that Argyle and Nancy had in common than he had already considered.

In the meantime, though, the boy was heartbroken, so that particular thought was of no use to anybody at the moment.

~

The table was set, salad and garlic bread were served, and second servings of wine and beer were poured to those old enough to have any — surprisingly, Police Chief Jim declared eighteen of age, probably because of all they’d been through — but the table still had four empty seats.

Jim glared down at his watch. “Another five minutes, and I’m going out to find them. I don’t like the idea of them being out on the roads this late. Too much ice.”

“Hop, you’ve been drinking.” Said Joyce, but she was chewing on her lip and glancing at the door through furrowed brows.

The record played itself to conclusion, emphasizing how late their guests were.

“Five bucks says Harrington stopped to rescue some poor sap who got stuck in the snow, who’s in?” Said Eddie, wearing a lazy grin as he leant back into his seat. His pinkie and ring finger drummed against the beer glass in his hand as he raised it to his lips, and Murray had a hunch that the movement was worry bleeding through his relaxed exterior.

“Erica wouldn’t let him, you’re on.” Said Max, matching his grin. “I bet Lucas forgot to do the dishes, so they all had to wait for him to do that before their parents let them leave.”

Nancy hummed. “It could be Robin?” She offered. “I mean, when I came home for Thanksgiving, she was surprised to see me because she got her weeks mixed up. She might have forgotten the party was today.”

“Yeah, nobody’s had to pay late fees at Family Video since she graduated.” Said Will with a grin. “I think school was her only calendar.”

“I could find them?” Offered El.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be here soon.” Said Joyce reassuringly. “Don’t stress yourself.”

“Wait, how come all our theories involve people sucking except for the one about Steve?” Said Mike, making a face and, in Murray’s opinion, a very good point. “Maybe he didn’t help someone else stuck in the snow, maybe he got stuck in the snow.”

Jim laughed, and Jonathan hid his snort behind his glass of wine. Eddie scowled at Mike.

“I just don’t see him getting stuck like that.” Said Eddie, with the air of someone who was trying not to care as much as they did.

Dustin crossed his arms. “Probably because you’re like, obsessed with him lately.”

“Jealous that your brother-figure finally has an age appropriate friend, are we?” Said Eddie. “Besides, Wayne and I put the chains on his tires ourselves, forgive me for having faith in our work.”

Murray sipped at his wine, watching Eddie curiously. He was awfully defensive for a guy who was just pleased with his ability to chain a tire. It could be pride in his own independence; medical records were notoriously difficult to get ahold of, but it was no secret that Edward Munson’s obituary had nearly been published before he pulled through, and Murray didn’t need to do any digging to see how stiff his movements were, and how heavily he leaned on the old wooden cane he dragged around.

But Murray had a feeling there was something more there.

Before more ideas could be tossed around, or more money thrown in the ring, headlights shone through the windows, followed quickly by heavily booted footsteps running up to the door.

Lucas Sinclair burst into the entryway, Erica Sinclair hot on his heels. They both looked a little haggard, and their hair was damp with melting snow.

“Sorry we’re late!” Said Lucas, hurriedly removing his gloves and boots.

“Steve fell in a hole!” Erica nearly screeched the sentence, grinning like the cheshire cat.

A chorus of confusion and alarm echoed across the table, and Eddie had his hands on the table like he was ready to stand and run to Steve. Murray added the action to the mental list he was curating.

Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington appeared in the doorway, looking equally as damp as their younger passengers. They, too, apologized for their lateness.

“The city!” Said Robin, out of breath. She took her beanie off and flung it in Steve’s direction. It smacked him in the face, but he just shook it off and hung it up for her, spitting out snow. “The city was doing maintenance? At the Sinclair house, and there was like, this big hole in the ground, and I was waiting for Steve to come back with these two, and I got through my whole magazine and Steve was still gone, and then I got out of the car! And Steve was yelling like, hellooo and it turned out he was in the ground! Because nobody put up a sign or anything, and because it was snowing, and I don’t know, he wasn’t looking?”

“I wasn’t —?!” Steve sputtered, gingerly trying to remove his boot. His other boot had come off fine, but he was being particularly careful with this one. “Okay, only my leg was in the manhole, because the manhole cover wasn’t secured properly, and it was covered by snow so I couldn’t see it! Sorry for not having x-ray vision, geez.”

“So I had to get Lucas and Erica to help!” Robin knelt down to help Steve with the boot, loosening the laces. “Lucas and Mr. Sinclair had to grab Steve and pull while Erica and I lifted the big plate-y thing!”

“Manhole cover.” Said Steve, exasperated, as his foot was finally pulled free from the boot.

“Yes, that.” Robin agreed as she held out a hand to help Steve up.

“Are you — Steve, do you want to use my cane?” Offered Eddie, concerned; Steve was limping. Not by much, but Murray had a feeling everyone was hyper-analyzing his movement after that story.

“What I want,” said Steve, letting himself fall into the chair next to Eddie and giving him a big warm grin, “is pizza.”

~

The pizza was absolutely delicious. Many compliments were thrown to the chef through mouths still full of food, and Argyle preened under the attention, but redirected many of the compliments to Jonathan, who had helped.

Jonathan, in turn, redirected the compliments to Jim and Joyce, who had let them completely take over their kitchen for two days straight.

And thus the compliments were redirected back to Argyle, who had kept them fed both days.

Murray was suddenly reminded why he hadn’t wanted to come. This was getting grating.

“Yes, we’re all thankful, Happy Thanksgiving!” Said Murray, interrupting another well, it was really all thanks to —

“I like him. Can we keep him?” Said Eddie.

Murray gave Eddie an unimpressed look across the table, but could feel it cracking under his own amusement. Eddie shot him a grin in response.

“I don’t believe we’ve been directly introduced.” Said Murray, and reached his hand across the table. “Murray Bauman. Private investigator.”

“Eddie Munson. You’ve probably heard of me.” Eddie grinned darkly. “I’m famous ‘round these parts.”

“Dude, he probably knew everything about you even before you knew about you.” Said Argyle. “He’s like, good at his job, man.”

Eddie’s eyes twinkled with… mischief? Murray narrowed his own eyes. This either meant that Eddie would be a delight to be around, or miserably annoying.

“So you’ve got dirt on everyone here, then?” Eddie leant forward conspiratorially.

Murray leaned forward as well, pushing his plate aside to cross his arms on the table.

Eddie jerked his head towards the opposite end of the table, where Jim was seated at its head. “Whatcha got on ol’ Chief over there?” He challenged.

On Eddie’s right, Steve hid his grin by stuffing an entire pizza crust in his mouth. Erica gasped, delighted. Mike and Dustin were trying to muffle their laughter behind their hands.

Jim took a long drink of his beer, narrowed eyes equally as challenging as Eddie’s.

Murray nodded thoughtfully. He did have quite a lot of dirt on Jim, not just from being a PI, but from being his friend. The man had lived an eventful life, with struggles and challenges, but also with silly embarrassing moments that came with having fun, goofing off, or being over-confident or arrogant.

Although, if anyone right now was over-confident, it wasn’t Jim.

“I know that he once had to arrest Eddie Munson for public indecency when he thought it was a good idea to moon his principal.” Said Murray lightly.

Their audience jeered and crowed. Jim outright guffawed, and Joyce had to grab his wrist to save him from spilling his beer everywhere. Steve hid his face in his hands, but his shoulders were shaking with laughter.

Eddie, to his credit, grinned and leaned back, wearing this information proudly. “And the fucker flunked me for it!” He shouted to be heard over the noise. “Boy was he surprised when I showed up to try again in September!”

“Was this your first or second senior year?” Asked Robin.

“Second!”

“Do you have anything on Steve?” Mike piped up eagerly.

“Christ, kid, what did he ever do to make you hate on him so much?” Said Jim.

Mike pointedly looked at his sister, who groaned.

“Mike!” She said, in universal sibling language for shut up.

“I wanna know!” Said Mike, hands in the air.

“I think what Nancy is trying to say, is that Murray seems to be taking the glass houses approach,” Said Robin, using her half eaten slice of pizza to point at Mike, “so you’re putting the whole Wheeler name at risk here.”

“Right you are, Robin Buckley.” Said Murray, before turning to Mike. “So you’d better think about your brief career as a stock photo family if you want to hear about Steve rear-ending a state senator.”

Nancy groaned out a noooo as Steve defensively stated that it was only his second time behind the wheel, dammit! Mike looked like he had been slapped, and everyone his own age demanded photographic evidence.

Robin, who was sitting between Steve and Nancy, kept twisting from side to side, unsure of which piece of information was more entertaining. Eddie was leaning into Steve’s shoulder as he cackled loudly, wondering aloud if this alone was worse than his entire rap sheet.

“Anyone else willing to throw themselves and their siblings under the bus?” Said Murray, delighting in the chaos. “Lucas? Robin? Jonathan?”

Erica slammed her hands on the table. “Bring it, Bum-man, what do y—“

“But I’m an only child?” Robin interrupted, much to Lucas’ relief.

Murray looked between Steve and Robin. “Aren’t you two…?”

It now occurred to Murray that he had researched Robin whilst grieving the (not) death of Jim Hopper. He had found the birth announcement of a Robin Clarice Buckley dated in March of 1968, the same month that Bernard Richard Harrington had accumulated two DUIs and an illegal drugs charge, and theorized that it could be a rich man’s way of coping with his mistress birthing his child.

It also occurred to Murray that he had never bothered to confirm this theory; he had instead drowned himself in vodka while he mourned his friend.

“Oh god, I hope they’re not siblings.” Snickered Dustin.

Murray furrowed his brows at Dustin, then turned back to the aforementioned pair. What would be the problem if they were related? They were certainly comfortable with one another — they casually stole toppings off of each other’s pizzas, and Steve ate the crusts that Robin left behind, but Dustin seemed to be implying that they might be…?

Robin gave him a sweet smile and threaded her arm under Steve’s, linking elbows as she rested her head upon his shoulder. He leaned his own head on hers, matching her smile. It would’ve been a lovely picture, if it weren’t for the twin looks of alarm behind their eyes.

Steve had to lean away from Eddie to perform this rehearsed looking routine.

“You two are dating.” He said flatly.

“What on earth,” said Robin, face twitching a little, “made you think otherwise?”

Murray considered his options. He was happy to throw around some lighthearted tidbits of information for people to swarm upon like sharks, but the information he had was by no means fun.

“Guess I missed the signs.” He said, raising his glass of wine for emphasis. “Upside Down likes targeting family units, I jumped to conclusions.”

Jim snorted. “That’s new.” He said.

“What can I say, Jim, nobody’s perfect.” And he had been drinking a rather… excessive amount when researching the, at the time, newest member of their group.

“Jonny says you’re a wiz knowing when people wanna schmack, though.” Said Argyle.

Eddie leaned around so he could get a good look at Steve and Robin simultaneously. “Trouble in paradise, my dears?” He said, teasingly, as Robin protested the use of the word schmack.  

“Hey, hey, hey,” said Murray, cutting through the noise. He continued to hold up his wine glass as a testament to his impaired state. “They arrived late, and clearly very hungry, so I didn’t get the chance to see their chemistry. I just watched Steve devour half of a pizza by himself, it was an unpleasant and unromantic sight.”

“I burn a lot of calories these days.” Said Steve, with an awkward shrug.

“He sure does.” Added Robin. Murray had a feeling it was meant to be an innuendo, but it came out painfully forced.

They were definitely fond of one another, that much was plain this whole time. But Murray couldn’t help but see them as, well, siblings.

He tried to remember any other evidence he had found that led him to the conclusion that had cemented itself in his brain. Perhaps a jewellery purchase, records of marriage counselling, flights or hotels that coincided with one another, anything that could indicate an affair — but his mind came up blank. The only research he had done on the Buckleys was find the birth announcement and call it a day, he realized. He couldn’t help but turn a judgemental eye to his past self for being so lazy.

“Well.” Said Murray, forcing an easy demeanour on top of his inner turmoil. “Let’s see, then. What drew you to one another?”

Steve and Robin exchanged a look that seemed to contain an entire conversation. Perhaps there was a spark there?

“Their friend talked them into it!” Announced Dustin, pleased.

This did not help their case.

A memory flashed through Murray’s mind. He had been kicked out of the library while doing his research! He probably shouldn’t have been so drunk in public, but it wasn’t laziness that kept him from his research, it was the temporary ban that had been imposed upon him after his breakfast had reintroduced itself to both him and the library carpet.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he was probably still banned, he just kept going anyway after a while.

Robin finally turned to him with a secretive smile and spoke. “And I told Steve that he would look nice with a beard.” She reached over and patted Steve’s clean shaven face. Steve responded with an affectionately exasperated smile.

Ah.

A grin made its home on Murray’s face. “I see it now.” He said. “You would look nice with a beard.”

Steve clicked his tongue. His grin was now wry, and he clearly took delight now that Murray was in on things. “Beards can be really annoying, though.”

“They do take a lot of maintenance.” Said Murray, nodding.

“I resent that!” Said Robin. The hand that had been gently patting Steve’s face now grabbed at his jaw, squishing his cheeks into a fish-like expression. Steve kept his unimpressed eyes trained on Murray, as if to say do you see what I have to put up with, as Robin turned his head left to right, showing off his face to the whole table. “He would look very handsome with a beard!”

“I could recommend a good beard oil if you’re interested?” Said Jim, clearly confused by the direction the conversation had taken.

“I don’t think he wants to grow a beard, honey.” Said Joyce, equally as confused.

“Mm, I haven’t shaved in a while, and I’m starting to get itchy.” Steve’s words came out muffled through the grip on his face.

Mike was now rubbing at his cheeks with a concerned look on his face.

“Is like, the winter bothering you, man?” Said Argyle. “My skin is like, super dry since I moved here, but Nancy showed me this rockin’ cucumber lotion stuff, that shit works miracles, my dude. Thought I’d worry about being girly, but I just feel nice, man.”

“Yeah, Steve, maybe you need to take better care of yourself so that your beard can work for you.” Added Eddie.

Murray met Eddie’s eyes, and then flickered his gaze between Eddie and Steve. Eddie responded with an almost imperceptible eyebrow raise and a tiny lift of his chin, a smirk playing on his lips. Aha.

Murray smiled to himself, pleased. He truly was a wiz knowing when people wanted to schmack.

“Maybe I just need to shave.” Said Steve, finally removing his face from Robin’s grip and levelling her with a challenging glare. “Like, right now.”

“Don’t you dare.” She pointed a stern finger at him, nearly jabbing him in the eye.

“I’m so confused.” Said Nancy.

“Oh. I thought I was missing something again.” Said El.

“Wait, hang on, does Steve have a beard or not, I can’t tell.” Asked Max, squinting as best she could through her thick lenses.

“I— I mean, is your beard blond?” Said Will, “Is that why we can’t see it?”

Lucas and Dustin, both sitting directly opposite to Steve, stood up and leaned across the table to get a better look. Steve gave them a patient yet amused smile.

“I don’t… see a beard?” Said Lucas.

“I don’t see why it would be blond, Steve got kinda beard-y over spring break when we were dealing with Vecna, and it was brown then.” Said Erica.

Dustin quite literally took matters into his own hands by reaching over and roughly grabbing at Steve’s cheek. The contact make a loud smack noise, prompting Steve to respond with a fucking hell, man.

“Can we all at least agree to wipe off our greasy hands if we’re gonna grab at my face?” Said Steve, pulling away from Dustin. “Actually, scratch that, can we not grab at my face?”

“No beard.” Announced Dustin, plopping back down in his seat. “What is happening.”

“Nothing is happening,” said Robin casually, as if she hadn’t sparked a wildfire of chaos around the room, “I just think a beard would work in Steve’s favour.”

“It sure would help you with your big manly government funded firefighter job.” Said Eddie. “Bunch of big guys, lots of testosterone, you gotta prove that you’re the manliest manly man to man up and scare the fire away.”

Steve’s brows furrowed, and his eyes gazed into the distance as he appeared to search inward for clues. “Wha—?”

“Hey, there’s a woman firefighter on the job!” Said Robin. “I think she’s way cooler than the rest of the team, Steve included.”

“Hey!”

“Wait, I don’t — how did the beard thing convince you that they were dating?” Said Jonathan.

“There’s clearly a downright animalistic attraction there, it’s plain as day.” Said Murray. “You can’t see it?”

“Yeah, I swear they’re about to tear off each other’s clothes, like, right in front of us.” Eddie put a pained expression on his face. “It’s kind of disgusting, actually, like, get a room guys.”

Jim was squinting down into his beer stein, as if trying to figure out how many times it had been drank and refilled.

“I didn’t realize beards were such a big deal.” Said Mike, still absently rubbing at his own face.

“Maybe it’s just easier for some than others.” Said Jim. “Mine’s… fine.”

“And we’re… sure they’re not siblings?” Said Nancy. “Because I don’t think I care about the beard after that.”

“If you two are related, you owe me extra ice cream to cope with the trauma I just had to deal with.” Erica was looking at them as if they were a strange unidentified muck at the bottom of the sink.

“My evidence was flimsy and unresearched.” Said Murray.

“Murray? Unresearched?” Jim looked skeptical. “Bullshit.”

“I may have been inebriated at point in time that I was doing background checks on Miss Buckley.”

Joyce’s eyes widened as she connected the dots. “That’s okay, everybody makes mistakes.” She said, rushing to get the words out.

“You’re always inebriated.”

“Particularly when our friends die.” Said Murray, raising his glass to Jim, tired of dancing around the topic already.

The table fell silent.

Jim’s jaw was hanging open. The napkin in his hand was frozen halfway to his mouth.

Murray pulled his plate closer to himself. The sound of the ceramic sliding against the wood was loud against the silence of the room.

He turned to Argyle. “The food is delicious.”

“…thanks.”

Finally. He had finally learned to take a compliment.

Dustin uncomfortably announced that his mom had sent him with brownies if anyone wanted any, and the topic was eagerly changed.

~

“So what you’re saying is, you think Mrs. Buckley and Mr. Harrington went ‘round the bases with each other, and out popped Robin.” Said Eddie, looking absolutely delighted by this concept.

“I don’t think it, it was just an unconfirmed theory. I’m usually never this sloppy, please don’t use this as a benchmark for my work.”

Murray had stolen Steve and Robin away into the kitchen under the guise of cleaning up; after all, it was the least they could do for their gracious hosts. The rest of the party had begun a lively party game of some sort, and shrieks of laughter occasionally pierced through the air from the living room.

Eddie had followed Murray. Murray didn’t see the harm in him staying.

“For the record, I can’t see my mom cheating on my dad.” Said Robin. She was drying a wine glass with perhaps a bit more force than necessary, and Murray was waiting to see if it would break.

“I see it.” Said Steve pensively, pausing elbow deep in dishwater. At Robin’s harsh look — good thing Eleven’s powers weren’t contagious — he quickly added, “I mean, my dad. Not your mom.”

“So you’re okay with having a half-sibling out there?” Said Eddie.

Steve shrugged. “I’ve thought about it before. Might be kinda cool.”

“What I’m hearing,” said Murray, taking the miraculously still intact glass from Robin and putting it away, “is that you two should do a DNA test, just in case.”

“Is that a thing we could do?” Said Robin. “I mean, we’re not siblings, definitely not, but I don’t think I could afford it. Where would we even get it done?”

“Ask Owens.” Said Eddie. “Wait, why wasn’t he invited? Do we have his number or anything? Steve, go to the hospital and say your foot hurts, he’ll show up.”

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately. “He sent a declination letter on his own letterhead, Argyle made it into an origami t-shirt.”

“Oh!” Robin snapped her fingers. “I thought that was a napkin next to him.”

“I didn’t say it was a good origami shirt.”

“I feel like we’re getting off-topic.” Said Murray.

“Right, DNA, siblings, we’re definitely not siblings.” Said Robin. “Our parents have met each other, don’t you think there would have been some sort of reaction? But, if we were siblings, which we’re definitely not, what do we do? Which we won’t have to. But if we were? We’d have to admit,” she paused to peek around the corner, presumably for eavesdroppers, and when she spoke again it was in a whisper, “that this whole thing is a sham.”

“There… was a reaction, though.”

“Not an I’ve had an affair with this man reaction, it was more of wow this guy is a dick reaction, which is a normal reaction to your dad.”

“He was extra dickish that day.” Agreed Steve, nodding.

“Which would be a normal response to reuniting with your old mistress.” Said Murray.

There was a thoughtful pause in the conversation. Down the hallway, Erica yelled triumphantly, and laughter followed.  

“…you’ve seen Star Wars, right?” Said Eddie.

“We are not Luke and Leia.” Said Robin, rolling her eyes.

Steve turned around, looking like a question was on his lips, but appeared to think twice about asking it, and he turned back to the sink.

“They turned out to be twins.” Said Eddie.

“Oh.” Said Steve. Then, “Oh! Oh, what the fuck!”

“We are once again off topic.” Said Murray.

Robin blew a puff of air up at her own face, shifting her bangs out of place. “Okay, if we’re siblings, which we are not, then our… actual situation is like, way more normal in comparison.  So we just,” she gestured as if to say you know, making Murray and Eddie both lean back, because she seemed to have forgotten she was holding a large knife.

Steve shifted his weight on his feet uncomfortably. “I don’t,” he shrugged, ducking his head down as if he was particularly concerned about the plate he was washing, “know if I’m ready for that.”

Murray’s eyes landed on Eddie. His expression was more somber than Murray had expected from his impish behaviour, but it seemed to be more of concern for Steve than heartbreak for himself at least. He was quietly relieved that Eddie seemed to be in support of his partner’s decision, at least on the surface level. He had personally seen relationships reach a breaking point at this crossroads, and it was not pretty.

“Well, okay, which is worse?” Said Robin, taking the plate from Steve and rubbing the towel over it with quick jerky movements. “And this is just a thought experiment, for the record, we are not siblings. But if we were, which we’re not, either we let everyone believe that we’re siblings who have, you know, or the truth? Both suck, but I know which one I’d prefer, because I know our party knows how to keep a secret.”

Steve stilled, plate forgotten in his hand, before letting it slip back into the soapy water as he turned around, resting his elbows back on the sink. His gaze was planted firmly on the floor between where Robin was stood, and the stool where Eddie was sitting.

“It’s just,” he said, “if we were siblings—”

“Which we’re not.”

“—which we’re not, my dad would do everything in his power to keep that from getting out. He’d probably pay you off to get you to shut up or something, and we wouldn’t have to say anything to anyone, just, you know, pretend to break up.”

Steve cleared his throat. “But if we. But if he finds out I’m secretly dating a dude, he’d probably go on some sort of rampage to make sure everyone knows how much he disapproves, and kick me out of the house, and fuck, I’d probably lose my job…” He shook his head and trailed off his sentence.

“Yeah.” Said Robin softly.

“Shit.” Said Eddie.

“Oh.” Said Jonathan.

Four pairs of alarmed eyes turned to the doorway, where Jonathan was frozen, fist in the air like he’d been planning on knocking on the doorframe.

The air felt thick between them, like it was cement slowly pouring over them, rooting them to the spot, and all they could do was stare, eyes wide, at the intruder they had neglected to watch out for.

Jonathan took a step backward, thumb pointing towards the living room, and the spell was broken as Robin, Steve, and Murray all rushed forward.

Murray’s hand found the collar of his shirt, Robin’s grabbed a chunk of his hair, and Steve managed to sneak an arm around his waist. Jonathan yelped as the three of them dragged him into the kitchen, but it went unheard next to the loud argument that had broken out in the living room over whether or not Dustin had cheated in their game.

Jonathan was roughly placed against fridge, which was the furthest point away from the door. He held his hands up in surrender. Steve drew himself up to his full height, hands on his hips authoritatively, and Robin picked up a rolling pin, but didn’t seem to know what to do with it other than hold it up in front of her chest. Murray positioned himself in a basic karate stance.

Eddie propped his cane up against the cabinets behind them all, putting his weight into it to create a barrier that cut off the rest of the kitchen.

“Sorry!” Jonathan spoke in a loud whisper. “I won’t tell! I’m, um, happy for you, Steve!”

“You won’t tell?” Steve sounded skeptical. “Not even Argyle?”

“Not even Argyle!” Jonathan was still whispering. “It’s none of his business!”

“Why were you even eavesdropping?” Said Robin.

“I wasn��t, I swear!” Jonathan’s head shook rapidly.  “El wanted to play a song on the guitar but didn’t know how to tune it, I came to get Eddie to—“

He cut himself off, blinking, as he looked between Eddie and Steve, brows raising. Eddie and Steve exchanged a look of their own, and Steve nodded hesitantly to Jonathan, biting his lip. Eddie tried and failed to contain a grin. Murray couldn’t help but be happy for him.

“This, children,” said Murray, “is what happens when you fail to secure a scene before discussing sensitive information. I let myself get too relaxed around you people.” He shook his head to himself.

“I also, like, live here.” Said Jonathan. His hands were slowly coming down from beside his shoulders.

“You seriously won’t tell?” Said Robin, but she sounded more relaxed now. The rolling pin now hung by her side.

“Cross my heart.” He said, making the motion as he did. “I’m, I’m happy for you two, really.”

Steve and Eddie responded with matching shy smiles. Steve let his shoulders relax, and he leant against the sink again. Eddie pulled his cane back towards him and hooked the handle over his arm.

“And, you’re, a really good friend for, for doing this for them.” Said Jonathan to Robin.

Robin snorted, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows pointedly.

“Oh.” Said Jonathan. “Wow. I didn’t, wow. How’d you guys all, find each other? I figure it’s… difficult. Is there like,” he shook his head, “like, a code or something?”

“Got something to share with the class, Jonathan?” Said Eddie, smirking.

“No.” Said Jonathan quickly, jerking his head back, but he was still pressed against the fridge, and it made a thunk as his head connected with the metal. He winced, but otherwise didn’t react. “I was just curious, about, that, for a while. For, uh, not me?”

Murray thought about the shy smiles Will directed towards his friend, and how he’d check  to see if Mike laughed or smiled every time he made a joke, and decided he believed Jonathan. He also thought about the way Jonathan leaned into Argyle, and how their words became softer and warmer when speaking to or about one another.

Jonathan might not realize the full extent of why he was asking for this information, but he was asking, so Murray decided not to interfere.

For now.

“It’s not really like we went looking for each other as much as, Robin kind of made me realize it was even an option.” Said Steve.

“And I told Steve how much I wanted to—“

“We don’t have to share that, actually.” Said Steve, and Eddie giggled gleefully.

Jim’s voice drifted from the living room, wondering where the hell Jonathan had gotten to.

“Coming!” Jonathan called back. “The handle came off the pantry again, but we fixed it!”

Jim swore loudly, prompting laughter from the rest of the room.

“We should probably,” Jonathan nodded to the kitchen door. “I’ll finish the cleaning up later, don’t worry about it.”

“Make your brother do the cleaning. Get Mike to help.” Said Murray, as Steve helped Eddie off the stool.

They all left the kitchen, but Murray noticed that Robin pulled Jonathan aside towards the entryway, digging through the inside pocket of her jacket that was hanging on its hook. She pulled out a small square of pages that Murray recognized to be a zine, and handed it to Jonathan with a wink. Jonathan responded by giving her a warm hug.

Yeah.

The Byers were something special.

~

February was melting into March when Murray checked his mail and found an envelope with the Byers’ home listed as the return address. He sighed as he tore into the paper, knowing that they’d surely expect a thank you card or phone call, despite the fact that he was a busy man with other things to do.

A single polaroid fell out of the envelope. A quick check confirmed that there was nothing else in it.

The photo was beautifully shot against the sunset. Murray recognized the background as the woods behind the old Byers’ house, where Eddie Munson now resided with his uncle.  Steve and Robin were in frame, her head on his shoulder, his arm around hers. They both had giant smiles, as if they were laughing while the photo was being taken.

Murray laughed, too. Not because of their expressions, as contagious as their happiness was from the photo, but because of the signs in each of their free hands. They were drawn on regular printer paper, and a single word filled each page, drawn with colourful markers and glitter.

Steve’s sign said NOT.

Robin’s said SIBLINGS!

Flipping the polaroid around, Murray found writing that said THE RESULTS WERE NEGATIVE. TAKE THAT, BUM-MAN!

#murray bauman #murray bauman fic #steddie fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #amboolents originals #amboolents idea #Amboolents Fic

[possessable]

oh by the way i don’t know how to promote my writing but here’s the first chapter of a story i’m making called Standing Water. it’s messy and i didn’t proofread much becuse it’s supposed to be just a casual little thing i’m writing

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wattpad link here

wordcount: ~1250 words

summary: bug woman is dying in abandoned city. accidentally stumbles upon weird man with weird clothes and a weird look in his eyes. he offers to patch up her wounds and she accepts for the sole reason of not being rude.

Standing Water: Ch.1 - Irritating

A city. One silent for all but the wind whistling around the old buildings, and silent for all but the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.

The old remains of this city are long vacated by any sort of life. Mindless husks wander through, yes, but that is not truly "life". It is stagnant and empty, completely void of the purpose it once held, now only standing as a great monument to the throes of the infection. This place, once bustling with bugs of every kind, is now hollowed out and left utterly desolate.

The architecture has survived long past any of the people who built it, or any of the people who used to live in it, though it is pointless now. What is the point of a city without people? Everything touched by the sunlight has long since become bleached and pale.

Maris wanders throughout the dead streets, clutching the leaking wound on her stomach. Her footsteps are sluggish, and aimless, and unsteady. She has the instinct to reach out her arm and lean on a wall for support, but she ignores it. To drag her hand along the wall would leave a trail of blood, and the blood would leave a stain, and she does not want to leave a stain if she can help it. A shame it would be, to bring any more burden to the already deteriorating buildings, so she simply ignores the incredible pain.

Her eyes are aimed towards the floor, but every so often she'll glance around. She'll look at an old, broken streetlamp, or over to an old, broken door that clearly didn't achieve its goal of keeping the home safe. Eventually, though, she'll turn her eyes back to the ground and continue walking.

She's not really sure why she's walking, anyhow. Her legs are getting tired, and the feeling of the blood dripping down her body is getting increasingly irritating. (Yes, irritating is the right word for it). Nobody should walk so long without any purpose. She's about to just lay down and die in the middle of the pavement...when something catches her interest.

Her tired gaze fixes on a large house just down the road, with a peaceful feel about it. Surprisingly, it has windows that are...not shattered. In fact, their frosted glass is lightly tinted blue, and she would imagine they soften the incoming sunlight quite nicely. The rest of the building seems to be in decent condition as well, which is quite impressive for an abandoned city. Of course, it's been weathered by time, but that's a significant improvement over being weathered by...zombies. It's in a much better state than any of the other homes lining the streets.

It would be a much better resting place.

With her remaining strength, she approaches the doors. They're much sturdier looking than the doors of the other homes, not something easy to break down or scratch through with infected claws. Hopefully, though, they should be easy enough to open if you are more intelligent than a husk...

...and if they are unlocked, which they hopefully are. If so, this should be a much nicer choice than dying on the roads. She takes hold of the doorknob, leaving a red stain, but such is necessary. She would rather be here, in a peaceful place, with her body hidden instead of permanently laid out in plain view. With a creak of the opening doors, she will be alone to--

...

No, not alone. There is a man inside of the building. He is sitting on his knees, as utterly silent as the rest of the city, but he startles as soon as the doors open. With a small flinch, he quickly turns his head to face Maris. They stare at each other, eyes wide, entirely wordless for a long few moments.

Even though he's sitting, he looks to be tall, with long brown antennae that fall to the sides of his head. He wears a loose blue tunic that goes down to his ankles, a darker blue shawl over his shoulders, and a teal porcelain mask that only covers his upper face.

The man's eyes shift to her bloody wound, and his expression somehow becomes even more shocked.

"Are... Are you okay?"

Maris does not answer, partially because she is also shocked, and partially because she's sure he can figure that out himself. She also considers just shutting the door and walking away without explanation, though she's not sure she would get very far without collapsing. Before she can actually act, the man asks another question.

"What are you doing here?" He rises to his feet and hesitantly approaches her.

She takes a step back, hand still on the doorknob. How can she explain to this stranger that she entered this building planning to die a peaceful death away from the world, and that she didn't expect anyone else to be inside?

"I'm...looking for bandages," she lies. Her voice is hoarse. She almost clears her throat before realizing that would probably cause a terrible jolt of pain to her stomach, so she leans awkwardly against the doorframe instead.

"I can--" The man glances around the room. "I can help. You're not in the state to walk." He speaks with a mix of disbelief and concern in his voice, stuttering slightly, which Maris supposes is understandable. She did not come here for this, though.

"I can find them myself," she attempts to lie again while casually walking forward, but trips on her own foot before she can get the first word out. She catches herself narrowly, which clearly doesn't do anything to quell the man's worry. His look grows even more concerned.

"No, no," he says, pausing oddly and shaking his head. "Please, sit down, I'm sure I can find something to help you..."

His footsteps echo in her ears as he quickly walks away, entering some other doorway in the home before Maris can say anything. She simply watches as this complete stranger, who knows nothing about her, and she knows nothing about, attempts to find something to treat her wounds with. She once again considers leaving, running back out of the doors without offering any explanation.

No, that would be rude. Dying would be rude as well. She can't simply die in front of this man. They just met. He would probably feel bad about it, and she would feel bad for making him feel bad.

She finally relents and rests her legs, sitting down on the floor while she waits for him to return. With a sigh, she leans against the wall and shuts her eyes. She can hear him searching through cabinets or drawers somewhere else in the home, quite frantically, which leads her to believe he does not actually know where anything is. Something tells her he isn't the owner of this house, because then he would have locked the door to prevent aimless dying-or-already-dead people from entering. That leaves him as a wanderer or a traveler that found his way in, but that also wasn't quite right, because he simply didn't...have the look of one. She could usually tell a fellow traveler by a look in their eyes, but this man was...strange.

To be a traveler you must be wary and alert, of course, but his eyes were not. His eyes were oddly...distant. Along with his apparel, it led him to appear rather unusual. Most travelers only come here to loot the old houses.

(Or to die. Which is not going well for her.) 

#original writing #oc writing #bug oc #fiction #standing water (story) #blood mention

[drarry-we-meet]

Valentine’s Day Sucks

Part 1

Draco grit his teeth as another wave of ooohs and ahhhs sounded across the small collection of cubicles. He tried to ignore the outbreak of distinctly feminine chatter and focus on the report he was currently writing. After reading the same paragraph three times, he was finally able to get back into the flow of things. He was halfway through drafting his next sentence when a loud bang followed by assorted squeals and giggles broke out, and he couldn’t help but sneak a peek.

Longbottom was currently surrounded by a cloud of glittering pink smoke that smelled strongly of roses, and there on his desk was a humongous box of chocolates. Draco sighed, he was more than ready for this Valentine’s Day nonsense to be over with. It was bad enough hearing all the witches in his department cooing like a pack of wild doves each time one of them received a flower delivery, which of course was every few minutes. But to make matters worse, this year the wizards seemed to be getting just as many gifts thanks the Wheezes new ad campaign which insisted that witches must also get soppy romantic trinkets for their gents.

Draco would have admired such a brilliant marketing strategy, that had surely doubled their profits this year, if it didn’t cause him to have double the annoyance at the same time. While the witches gifts were more traditional and quiet; flowers, chocolate, jewelry. The men’s gifts were far sillier; singing heat shaped telegrams that burst into miniature fireworks at the end of their song, stuffed bears that did cartwheels across desks before exploding into a shower of confetti, and large boxes like Longbottom’s that went off like a bomb, leaving behind chocolates once the smoke had cleared.

Of course it didn’t help matters that Draco knew he wouldn’t be receiving anything this year. It wasn’t that he was alone, at least not technically. He had been seeing, or at least sleeping with, Harry-savior-of-the-whole-fucking-wizarding-world Potter, for just over 4 months. Not that it counted though, probably. They had never discussed whether or not what they were doing was exclusive. For Draco it was, and he was fairly certain it was for Harry as well, seeing how he barely had any free-time as Deputy Head Auror and all. But a lack of time to see other people, and actually wanting to date someone were two very different things.

Case in point was the Mountain of gifts that Draco could see steadily growing in the office across the room filled with their cubicles. Witches and wizards from all over the world sent Harry gifts each holiday, but this one always seemed to be the worst. Two curse breakers were currently stationed in the room sorting, screening, and vanishing questionable gifts, while Harry himself was still out meeting with the muggle liaison of Interpol for some reason or another. He wasn’t due to return until Monday, and by then his office would be clear once again.

The safe candy was set aside to be distributed to various departments in the ministry, particularly those inconvenienced the most by this whole fiasco; the mailroom, the janitors union, the curse breakers, and of course the aurors. All of the mail was piled neatly for his secretary to review. The majority of it would be vanished of course, but a few of the most polite ones would be answered eventually.

In fact, now that Draco thought about it, his willingness to always be available to Harry no matter how last minute or weird the hour was, in order to be able to see Harry in between his many meetings and trips abroad might be the only reason Harry even bothered with him at all. It was that thought, paired with the reminder that so far whatever ‘this’ was between them had remained a carefully guarded secret from even their closest friends, that caused a sharp clenching pain inside his gut. Draco determinedly pushed all thoughts of the idiot-who-lived far from his mind and tried once again to focus on work.

By lunchtime, the continuous loud bangs and rose scented smoke that accompanied them, had the beginnings of a migraine forming behind Draco’s eyes. He decided to escape the ministry for a bit and get some fresh air at the cafe across the street. He had just finished, and stood up to don his coat when a shadow appeared across his desk. He looked up into the sneering faces of Zacharias Smith, his well-endowed girlfriend, and a couple of brand new trainees whose names he didn’t care to remember.

"I was just about to head to lunch Smith so whatever it is you need will have to wait till after I return,” Draco kept his most impassive face in place, but his voice was firm. He knew the only thing Smith wanted was to start trouble and he wasn’t in the mood for any of it.

Smith smirked, “I just wanted to ask you where your Valentine’s Day gift was," he asked with a faux sweet voice.

That threw Draco for a loop for a minute, “What are you talking about?"

Smith and his group immediately started laughing, Draco wasn’t sure what the hell they found so funny or why on earth they were asking him about Valentine’s gifts of all things.

Smith’s smile had only gotten wider, “Well Malfoy, he emphasized, maybe it has escaped your notice, but you’re the only person in the entire department, possibly even the entire ministry who hasn’t received even one measly card.”

Draco could feel his heart rate picking up, but he hadn’t lived with old-moldyfarts for nothing, and was able to keep his face blank and posture relaxed. Smith was just getting warmed up though, pointing out how ‘of course’ they shouldn’t be so surprised that he hadn’t received anything, since he was death eater scum and all. By this point they were attracting the attention of the rest of the office.

Draco could see out of the corner of his eye that Granger was heading their direction, but Draco would rather die than have someone he once allowed to be tortured in his house defend him from a spineless git like Smith.

Draco carefully rolled his eyes and shook his head at Smith, “is that really the best you could come up with today Zachary?” Because he knew how much Smith hated people using the shorter form of his name, "you must be having just such a fulfilling Valentine’s Day yourself if you would rather spend all your time talking to me than your girlfriend, what are you 12?” He then swept out of the office before Smith could reply or Granger could reach them.

He was waiting down the hall for the lift when a fierce grip grabbed his arm and spun him around. It was Smith’s girlfriend, and Draco was fairly shocked to be manhandled by her. She, unlike her slimy boyfriend, had always seemed like a genuinely nice person. However her face right now was twisted in fury.

"No one will ever love you," she spat. "You can look down on us all you want, but in the end you will be a bitter old man and die alone. You don’t even have any friends!” She spun on her heel and left then.

Draco was left reeling in the hallway, his vision swimming a bit and his breathing a bit too fast and shallow. As the room came back into focus he locked eyes with Granger. Of course she had followed him out into the hall, of course she’d probably seen the whole thing. Fuck. The lift chimed and Draco stumbled back into in, jamming the door close button to stop her from pursuing him any further. He knew that look, that look of pity, and it made him sick to his stomach.

Draco ended up skipping lunch, he walked aimlessly around the nearest park until his face and fingers were numb with cold despite his gloves and warming charms. The words, “no one will ever love you,” played on endless repeat in his head as he fought to direct his thoughts toward anything else. He didn’t know why he let their words get to him like that, he didn’t give a shit what Smith or his girlfriend thought.

But the words had cut him to the bone, mainly because it was a very real fear he had held onto since the end of the war. His friends had all fled the country after the trials, some even before, and his dating life had been pretty nonexistent for the last 6 years. Nothing they had said was technically wrong. The men Draco had been with were ok with fucking him as long as no one ever found out. He just wasn’t the type of person anyone could ever take home to meet their parents.

And Draco had been ok with that, or so he thought. Relationships were just messy, unnecessary. Until Harry. Harry was the first man Draco had ever been with who took him to dinner, (at muggle restaurants), who always spent the night, who held him after sex, who made breakfast for him the morning after. Harry made him watch muggle films on his couch while giving him neck rubs or foot rubs and always made sure he had Draco’s favorite tea on hand. By the second month Draco had begun to think that maybe, just maybe they were something more than just sex.

But then one day they had been interrupted mid-foreplay by one of Harry’s friends visiting unannounced, and Harry had quickly shoved Draco into the closet and told him to be quiet. Draco had died a little inside that day. It was an unspoken agreement after that. Draco was a secret, a dirty little secret, just like always.

Draco returned to the office a few minutes late, half frozen and despondent, but as always he didn’t let any of it show on his face. He had considered skiving off the rest of the day, but wouldn’t give Smith the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under his skin.

He buried himself in his work and carefully ignored any whispers or glances he felt come his way, but he was still attuned enough to the atmosphere of the room to notice as everyone was wrapping up their tasks at the end of the day and loudly discussing their romantic plans for the evening, when a ripple of silence suddenly overtook the room. It was so quiet and still that Draco looked up, wondering if everyone had somehow been stupefied simultaneously.

His jaw dropped as his eyes met green. Harry was standing just in front of his desk looking so very fit in his deputy head uniform. His brass buttons shining, his hair tousled just right, his brilliant eyes unobstructed since he’d finally ditched his horrid specs long ago. He was holding a garment bag in one hand and the biggest bouquet of long stemmed roses in the other. They were wrapped in white silk with a dark red bow, each petal had gold filigree on the edges.

"Are you ready to go darling?” He asked with a warm and inviting face, a fair bit of mischief in his eyes.

Draco, who had no idea what was going on, but was pretty sure he must have passed out from all the fumes and was dreaming just nodded.

Harry smiled brightly and laid the garment bag over Draco’s desk. "Well that’s good," Harry said, handing the roses to Draco, who took them dazedly, "Hermione told me you were too busy to pick up your suit today, so I went ahead and got it for you. We don’t have much time until the Portkey to Paris leaves so we’ll need to hurry home and change. I don’t think Le Cinq will let us in without the formal wear.

Draco who had decided he was definitely dreaming, simply nodded again and stood. Harry wasted no time walking around the desk to meet him. He placed a chaste, but lingering kiss on his lips, grabbed the bag and steered Draco toward the door with a warm hand on the small of his back.

The entire trek to the doors no one moved, Draco wasn’t sure any of them were even breathing. He wasn’t sure he was even breathing. Harry had just publicly outed them. Every face in the room was stricken with shock, except for Hermione who smiled at them both and Ron who gave him a curt nod. Draco realized neither of them were surprised. They know, he thought, oh gods they already know. He looked at Harry again and Harry gave him another dazzling smile and kiss on the cheek.

As soon as they were outside the doors a cacophony of noise sounded behind them and Harry turned to wink at Draco, but instead of heading toward the lifts, he simply wrapped his arm more firmly around Draco’s waist and apparated them on the spot.

-gift for @mothermalfoy

Link to Part 2:  https://drarry-we-meet.tumblr.com/post/190868463275/valentines-day-sucks-warning-this-2nd-half

#harry x draco #drarry #draco and harry #harry potter #drabble #my first time sharing my writing online #yes it’s messy i was really tired when i proofread it #this turned out a lot longer and angstier than intended #Valentine’s Day #giftfic

[lxvebun]

Hello! I have two requests I’d like to make, both are for Dabi and Hawks.

1 - Dabi and Hawks with a trans boyfriend, who’s feeling dysphoric that day

2 - Dabi and Hawks with a s/o who’s never been in a real relationship, with them being nervous about kissing and stuff like that

Thank you so much!

Dabi & Hawks + trans boyfriend

⁀➷a/n hi angel thank you for requesting and thank you for being so patient and helping me out. I hope you like this! your other request is almost done as well. If I still made some mistakes let me know so I can fix it!

⁀➷content warning: Male!reader, fluff+ comfort, body dysphoria,Proofreading? Never heard of her, im tired. English is not my first language so im sorry for any mistakes

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Dabi

-♡ Dabi loves you so much. Your comfort and happiness are his number one priority, and he will go out of his way to make sure that you are feeling comfortable and happy

-♡If he notices that you wear certain clothes more often because they make you feel like yourself he will steal get them in every color they come. But also please wear his clothes

-♡he knows that showering and getting dressed can be very mentally draining sometimes, so he always tries to distract you while you do your thing

-♡ he probably just starts shit-talking the lov lol but if that's not working he will tell you random stories that make him happy. It doesn't matter if they are real or not as long as it distracts you it's good

-♡Dabi is very protective he will not stand for anyone disrespecting his boyfriend, fortunately you don't really face any issues because Dabi being near you is enough to scare off idiots

-♡as I said, Dabi will not stand for anyone disrespecting his boyfriend, so he won't stand for any self-deprecating talk either. Suddenly he's there giving you lots of kisses everywhere he can and he won't stop until you're smiling again

-♡Dabi also has a habit of writing reminders and words of affection on your body before he goes to the lov. His handwriting is a little messy but it's a nice surprise to wake up to, especially if you woke up feeling a bit icky

-♡You're his handsome and amazing boyfriend that makes him feel so loved and cared for. He will do whatever he can to help you through any problems you may face, and he hopes that these dysphoric feelings fade away soon

Hawks

-♡ just like Dabi, your comfort is Hawks number one priority. He will do whatever he can to make you feel happy and loved

-♡whenever it gets a little hard to shower or get dressed he will try his best to distract you by sending a feather in with you and make it draw shapes on your back so you can guess what it is

-♡ most of the time it's just him spelling out words of love and sweet pet names because he's head over heels in love with you

-♡Hawks loves sharing clothes with you! he mostly steals your hoodies, and he LOVES it when you put on his jacket, especially if you decide to wear it in public like yes, that my handsome boyfriend NO, you cannot come near him

-♡Hawks is also very focused on your health, so if you wear a binder he makes sure that they are of good quality and that you don't wear them too long. If you take any medication he makes sure you take those as well

-♡Hawks loves your voice. it's beautiful and so comforting to him even if you don't like it. He turns into a happy mess of chirps and wing flutters whenever you call him a sweet nickname. Keigo thinks your voice is beautiful and will continue to think it's beautiful through every change it goes through

-♡Hawks adores you, you make him feel so happy and loved. He feels incredibly lucky to be able to call you his boyfriend and he cannot wait until he can turn that into his husband<3

thank you for reading bunnies<3

♡nav♡ ♡Dabi.mlist♡ ♡Hawks.mlist♡ ♡DNI♡

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YO TUMBLR Thats so fcked up of u bestie and im pretty sure i was the one who sent that gojo ask huhu 😭 But like since it do be like that smtimes lo and behold i am here again to resend and to just sum it up shortly i want more catboy gojo shit pls bc the first time i saw that post i could not stop thinking about it like just cute widdle kitty gojo getting his ass pegged and his cock milked by his owners pussy is just so //chef's kiss// i love it (also can i pls be 🌧️ anon thnx and ily)

stepmama’s lovenote — yes u can! ur my first emoji anon, here’s a fat smooch :* and here’s another for sending a sexy ask :* (not proofread)

cw — cat hybrid gojou satoru + femdom reader. pegging. handjob bc multitasking. orgasm denial. overstimulation. dildo being called cock. cat characteristics. bratty gojo.

gojo’s white ears are frenziedly flickering back and forth, fluffy hair now scruffy and sticking to his milky skin as your wrist tug onto his cock.

his cock was shiny with precum, angry red and so veiny, showing just how horny he was, how fucking tired he was of being denied of orgasming but, you really didn’t feel any remorse for holding off. not like you could’ve with gojo satoru’s ‘bratting off’ earlier.

truly, it’s a shame!

you pump into his puckered asshole with experienced thrusts. your cock smoothly gliding in and out of him, the sounds of your hips striking his pinkish ass was lewd and dripping wet just like the moans spilling from his mouth.

“my little kitten’s ready to cum, isn’t he?” it’s not much of a genuine question if you already knew the answer, now was it?

gojo gasps, eyes blown wide as if offended. “hell n—eugh! mm fuck! fuck! fuck!”

you’ve choked him up, speeding up your hips before he could finish, unrelentingly rutting into him. you clicked your teeth in distaste. “now now, no bad words kitty.”

“fuuckkk!”

“no. bad. words.” you punctured into him after every word. and gojo found that beyond sexy, whines peaking higher, breaking much quicker- sounding more catlike.

a heat that was all too familiar to gojo, burning in his abdomen- setting all of his nerves on fire. your hand was still stroking his cock, occasionally squeezing.

“cum!—need to c-cum…please!”

it was too hot everywhere, every thing. satoru could barely breathe and you could hear it in his choppy intakes. your cock was stabbing his prostate unapologetically, the arousal was just enough to make his back arch off of the bed with a languid purr.

he’s sure he won’t be about to sit tomorrow and he’s not even mad about it. not when your fucking him so good and you’re so deeper inside him like this- his legs thrown over your shoulders and back against the bed. you feel his tail, that was on his lower back sweeping at your thighs weakly.

you like him likes this too because you get to see him fall apart- face reddened and moist with all kinds of fluids. sweat, tears, spit.

gojo was never a messy crier until he got you in bed- more like you got him in bed.

“f-fuck! just let me cum damnit!” fat tears are spilling from satoru’s swollen eyes and hands shakily clawing at the comforters underneath. he couldn’t hold on any longer and you can tell.

but, that’s too bad because you wanted to play a little more.

you hum as if you’re thinking. “hm maybe in a minute or so.”

you might’ve lied. you don’t feel like letting him cum any time soon and by the way he whimpers lamely, you know that he knows that.

✉️ - @thefemdomcourt

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