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burnthatbridge · 9 months ago

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8x01 misery missing scene

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They stick around long enough to help clear up.

The party decorations come down faster than they went up. Each balloon that Buck pops is a perfect mirror to the ball of excitement in his chest that had shattered at Chris’ lacklustre response, at the stuttering video connection. Except, instead of slippery, soft rubber, the shards it left behind are hard, cutting glass.

“The cake was excellent,” Tommy offers, with forced cheer, into the silence that descends once the sound of balloons bursting and streamers rustling stops.

“Take the rest with you,” Eddie says, turning away, heading into the kitchen.

Buck follows him, Tommy close behind, and watches Eddie shove the happy birthday banner into the trash, the party hats too. Buck bites his lip on the protest that Eddie should keep them for next year — he doesn’t think he can bear to hear Eddie voice the fear that they might have as little use for them then as they did today.

“You’re serious about the cake?” Tommy asks, crossing to where it sits on the kitchen table, one solitary slice consumed. Buck had a bite of Tommy’s, and it was good, but he didn’t feel like having his own. And Eddie hadn’t seemed up to stomaching any at all.

“Yep,” Eddie nods, without looking over. “I don’t want it.”

Buck pulls a large tupperware container from the cupboard, hands it over to Tommy, who boxes up the cake. But Buck also takes down a smaller container, saves a single slice, and tucks it away in the fridge. He knows Eddie will crave it later — maybe not tonight, but certainly by tomorrow morning — and will wish he hadn’t given it all away. It will be a nice surprise for him — a much needed one — to find that Buck didn’t let him.

Buck walks the knife used to cut the cake to the sink and Eddie steps in to wash it. Buck hovers at his side, taskless. They had been going to stick around after surprising Chris, have a couple of beers, watch something, but, with how things went, it’s clear that’s not going to happen.

“Eddie,” Buck starts, wants to ask if he’s okay — knows he’s not — but Eddie cuts him off.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, clearly a dismissal, bidding them goodnight without looking up for scrubbing at a knife that must be long clean.

Tommy replies, “Thank you for inviting us,” even though technically only he was; Buck — never a guest in Eddie’s home — more co-host than attendee, had helped to plan the party, and his presence was assumed, certain.

At the same time, Buck says, “Of course.” He wouldn’t have been anywhere else today, on Chris’ birthday. Not unless flying to Texas to actually see him would have been an option. Hell, if Eddie had wanted to drive over to El Paso to visit, Buck would have gladly played chauffeur for the whole twelve hour drive.

Tommy drops a reassuring hand onto the stiff surface that is Eddie’s shoulder, pats it, once, twice, three times, to no noticeable softening. “See you later, man.” He moves to the kitchen door, pauses, looking back at Buck.

Buck takes a tentative step in Tommy’s direction, says, “See you tomorrow, Eds?” It’s supposed to be a statement, like Tommy’s. A stronger one, even, since Buck and Eddie have a shift together the next day, so their seeing each other should be a concrete occurrence, not a vague likelihood. But the words come out sounding more like a question and he doesn’t follow Tommy out of the room until he sees Eddie nod in answer, agreement.

They only make it as far as the front door before the gnawing concern in Buck’s gut is too much.

“Wait,” Buck says as Tommy turns the handle.

Tommy stops, door cracked open an inch, but not opening it any wider, and twists to face Buck, looks at him, expectant.

“I think–” Buck starts, but he doesn’t quite know what he thinks, only that he shouldn’t be leaving now. Even though there’s nothing left to do: all traces of the party stripped away, their evening plans abandoned. Still, he shouldn’t be leaving. Shouldn’t be leaving Eddie. Not like this.

And he should tell Tommy that, explain it to him. Except… He probably doesn’t need to. Tommy knows him, knows Eddie, and he saw firsthand how things went down tonight. So Buck simply asks, “Can I make my own way? Catch you later?”

“Sure, babe.” Tommy’s expression is full of understanding, eyes soft. He tilts his head, slightly. “I’ll wait up for you?”

Buck nods. “Yeah, please.” He leans in, putting his mouth to Tommy’s mouth, pressing goodbye and gratitude into the kiss.

Tommy pulls back, graces Buck with a small curling of his lips, the smile dimmer than his usual given how the evening has played out, and then he’s over the threshold, toting the tupperware filled to the brim with uncelebrated birthday cake with him.

Buck closes the door behind him, gently, then pads back through the house.

Eddie is in the kitchen, but not quite how Buck left him. He’s still facing away, but now, instead of washing the same spot on the blade of the cake knife over and over, he has his hands braced on the edge of the counter, his head hanging down, like the effort of keeping it up has become too much.

He’s got to know Buck hasn’t left, must hear him reentering the room, a single set of footsteps, but he doesn’t acknowledge him in any way.

Buck goes to him. Stands at Eddie’s side, tries to see his expression in his dim reflection in the window, but it’s tricky with Eddie’s face lowered. “Eddie,” Buck says and is finally rewarded with Eddie looking up, raising his head so that his eyes meet Buck’s in the window.

The agony in his gaze is palpable.

Buck doesn’t know how to help. He saw how little comfort Eddie took from Tommy’s touch, so it seems pointless to try the same. But his hands itch to hold, to smooth over Eddie and check for points of pain, even though he knows his hurt is of the heart, not body. Knows it, because his own is the same. Buck hurts too: for Chris, for Eddie, for himself.

“Eddie,” Buck repeats, with no destination in mind except a route out of Eddie’s misery. But, if anything, the anguish displayed plainly on Eddie’s face only deepens. He squeezes his eyes shut and his hands fist, fingers curling in so tight his knuckles whiten.

“I’m losing him,” Eddie says.

“You’re not,” Buck answers back, automatic, but no less insistent for it. Eddie isn’t losing Chris. He can’t be losing him. They can’t be losing him.

“I am,” Eddie pushes back, lifting his hands from the counter to gesture wildly, grief uncontainable. “I’m losing him and it’s all my fault.”

“No.” Buck catches Eddie’s wrists, squeezes them, tries to press his belief, his faith, in Chris and Eddie’s relationship into Eddie’s skin, to transfer it to him. “You made a mistake, but he’s going to forgive you. He just needs a little more time.“

“I don’t think I can take any more time without him,” Eddie confesses, and there are tears shining in his eyes.

Buck drops his hold on Eddie’s arms, but only so he can wind his own around him, tug him into an embrace.

Eddie lets him, tucks his face into Buck’s neck, chokes out, “I just want him to come home.”

“I know,” Buck murmurs, smoothing one hand down the line of Eddie’s spine, his other arm wrapped firmly round his shoulders. “I know. I do too.”

“He loves his grandparents,” Eddie goes on, voice muffled in Buck’s shirt collar. “He could decide to just stay with them.”

“He loves you,” Buck states, an irrefutable fact. This he knows: he has been privileged to witness so much of the love Christopher has for his dad. “He’s not going to stay with them forever.”

“But,” Eddie protests, sounding lost and unsure, his fingers wound in the fabric of Buck’s shirt, his breath damp against Buck skin, “You love your parents. That doesn’t make them good ones. Ones you’d want to be with if you had a better option.”

“You are nothing like my parents.” Buck squeezes Eddie tighter to him, in tune with the ferocity of his words. “You– you are the best father I have ever seen. You love Chris so, so much. And– and he knows you do, he doesn’t have to doubt it.” Not like Buck did, every day of his life.

He continues, “Your mom and dad are not the better option for him. Sure, he’s having a nice summer with them. But, even if he’s still upset right now, I know he’s missing you too. He’s going to come home, because he belongs here, with you.” Of that Buck is sure. It’s Chris and Eddie: their bond is too deep, their relationship too strong, to be broken.

“But,” Eddie says again, “But what if he–”

“No,” Buck stops him, not willing to let Eddie hurt himself with his thoughts, his fears, more than he already has. “Chris loves you, Eddie. And he’s going to come home to you. He is.”

Buck doesn’t know if Eddie fully believes him, but his words are enough that Eddie slumps completely against him in something like relief. And all his stress and hurt over being separated from his son comes pouring out.

As he sobs, the spasming of his chest heaving against Buck’s and the trickle of his tears sliding down Buck’s skin, Buck holds him. Holds him and presses his lips to his temple and thinks please, Chris, please come home soon. Come home to us.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year ago

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Hey, if you hadn't already done something like this, I was wondering if you'll write Eddie x Popular!Henderson!R, where they're sneaking around behind Dustin's back.... 1. Because Dustin looks up to him and they're friends and 2. She's not ready to let everyone know just yet (wanting to live in ignorant bliss just a little while longer before she falls under scrutiny for falling for "the freak").

And so, when one of her friends decides to hook her up on a date, she can't exactly refuse, so she goes along with it to shut her up, without letting Eddie know, of course. And during a game of dnd, Dustin let's it slip where you are for the night, unknowingly sending Eddie into a spiral, thinking she's cheating and that's why she wants to keep them a secret and after having an internal battle, he cuts the campaign short, surprising everyone, and he crashes her date, with hellfire in toe, demanding answers. And then everyone finds out and she explains blah blah and they live happily ever after. Sorry, this was long xx

This was so fun! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Dustin's friend

When Dustin said he found a new friend, that was yet again years older than him, Y/N wasn't too pleased. First, it was Steve, and now a guy named Eddie. But when Y/N met Eddie for the first time, she couldn't care less about the age gap between him and her brother, all that mattered was that he was around her age and single.

Eddie still wasn't sure how he managed to get Dustin's hot popular sister to go out with him. Whatever he did, he thanked god for it because having Y/N on his lap with her tongue down his throat was his heaven.

"Missed you so much," Y/N whined, her hips moving against Eddie's as she yanked off his shirt.

"Fuck, I missed you too." Eddie moaned as Y/N sucked down his chest. She left her marks to travel south until she was just above his boxers.

"MOM WANTS YOU," Dustin screamed as he pounded on Y/N's locked door.

"Damn it," Eddie sighed and hung his head.

"BE RIGHT THERE," Y/N screamed back, she sighed and stood up. She handed Eddie his shirt with a sad smile. "Sorry, Eds."

"Fuckers are giving me blue balls. Are you sure we can't tell him? Maybe he'd stop interrupting as much." Eddie glared towards the door. He stood up and threw on his jeans.

"You know I'm not ready for all of that yet." Y/N sighed.

"Fine, I'll go home and finish the old-fashioned way." Eddie joked, smirking as he walked backward to her window, his eyes on her.

"Maybe I'll come over and join you, later." She winked. She kissed Eddie goodbye and waited for him to leave. Then she went to see what her mom wanted.

~~~

Y/N knew hiding her relationship with Eddie was hard and tiring. And she felt guilty every time she had to act like Eddie wasn't everything to her. But she was scared. She was scared to take away Dustin's friend, worried she overstepped. She was terrified it would ruin their friendship because of the bro code. And selfishly, she was scared of the damage it would do to her social life.

"I'm telling you, he has been begging me for a date with you. You are single and have no reason to say no." Chrissy whined.

"My reason to say no is that I don't want to," Y/N said, rolling her eyes as she slammed her locker shut.

She whined when Chrissy followed.

"Like you have anything going on tomorrow night, anyway?" Chrissy argued, her eyes taunting.

Y/N technically had nothing going on tomorrow, Dustin and Eddie had hellfire so both boys were busy.

"Stop thinking of an excuse and just go. Then if you hate it, I will never set you up again." Chrissy promised.

"Deal," Now Y/N could get Chrissy off her back.

~~~

"We are kicking ass today! I wish Y/N were here to see it." Dustin cheered. Y/N had spent more time watching Hellfire since she had to pick Dustin up anyway.

"Why isn't she?" Eddie asked, he prayed it sounded casual. He read ahead on his notes to look like he didn't care too much.

"On a date." Dustin shrugged, playing his next move. No one had the table had any idea that sentence sent Eddie into a panic. Sweat on his forehead as his leg shook beneath the table.

His girlfriend was on a date, with another guy.

It all made sense, she wanted him to be a secret because she was seeing someone. Dustin knew about the guy, and he couldn't know about Eddie. Because then her secret would be exposed. Like it just was.

"Where?" Eddie snapped, his angry tone had the table looking at him in seconds.

"Enzo's," Dustin said confused.

"Get in the van," Eddie snapped as he grabbed his keys.

The rest of hellfire sat confused as Eddie raced to the restaurant. He was silent but gripped the wheel until his knuckles were white. The boys followed as Eddie stormed out of the van and into the restaurant.

Eddie felt a wave of heartache flood in his chest when he saw her with him with his own eyes. She looked beautiful as she talked about something he couldn't hear.

"Why are we here? Why do you care about my sister?" Dustin asked, but Eddie already was moving.

His heavy boots hit the floor hard, and his hand slammed on the table. The couple jumped and fear showed in Y/N's eyes when Eddie leaned down to her level.

Face to face, Eddie's hard breathing smacked Y/N's face. She twiddled her thumbs nervously as she saw hellfire behind him. Her brother watching with confusion.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" She said through clenched teeth, trying to keep the conversation between them.

"Demanding why the fuck my girlfriend is on a date with another guy." Eddie snapped, his eyes dark as he glared at her. She knew he had every right to be mad, but she didn't want a scene.

She stood up, and Eddie straightened up. His eyes haven't left her, not even glancing at the stranger across from her.

"Can I please explain later? In private." She whispered, her eyes looking over Eddie's shoulder as the boys watched.

"No, I'm tired of this private shit. Explain right here, right now. Or we are done." Eddie threatened. He didn't want to break up, he wished on every star above him there was a way to make this relationship work.

"Eddie please." She whispered, her watery eyes pleading for him to back off until they could talk. "Not right now in front of everyone." Eddie tried to ignore her tears, not letting himself get sucked into her guilt trap.

"Fine, forget it. I'll see you around, Henderson." Eddie said coldly as he nodded and backed off. Y/N felt frozen in her spot as Eddie went out the door.

"Y/N?" Dustin spoke up, his hand reaching towards her.

In seconds she was running out the door.

"What is going on?" the random date asked.

"Shh man," Mike said, sliding into the booth next to him. He pointed out the window, a clear view of the couple. The boys followed, all sitting in the big booth as they stared out the window.

"I'm sorry! I got scared but please." Y/N cried as she tugged on Eddie's arm.

"Scared because you got caught. I can't believe you could do this to me. What about all that love bullshit? This is what you do when you love someone?" Eddie argued, hot tears in his eyes.

"I do love you! Nothing between us is bullshit. Chrissy was on my back for weeks about going on a date with this guy! I never agreed until she said If I went on it, she'd never do it again! I promise you I was just trying to get her off my back. I was going to tell her I hated it and finally have peace of just being with you."

"You know what else brings peace? Finally admitting to other people that you are in love with me," Eddie said sadly, "I'm tired of being your secret. I can't keep doing it."

Y/N sobbed as she reached forward and held his face in her hands.

"I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I'll tell Dustin and everyone. Please just give me a chance to make this up to you." Y/N begged, Eddie sniffled as he looked into her eyes.

"I love you too," he smiled, and Y/N felt relief in her bones. "You took a chance on me, so I'll take the chance on you."

Y/N smiled and leaned forward, Eddie met her halfway and smashed his lips on hers. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Oh my god!" The boys all said at once, the random date was long gone.

"Eddie and my sister?"

"Dude! Eddie is banging your sister!" Mike teased

"Is he touching her ass?" Lucas gasped as he moved closer to the window

"Oh, that is so much tongue." Gareth chuckled.

"Our boy is making out with a popular girl!" Jeff cheered, high fives all around the table, except for Dustin who sat in a state of shock.

"YOU ARE SCREWING MY SISTER?"

Eddie and Y/N jumped as Dustin screamed.

"DUSTIN!" Y/N screamed as Dustin ran straight into Eddie and took him to the ground.

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cre8inghavoc · 6 months ago

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Can't help it...

Part 9

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

Inumaki's POV:

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours now, and I don’t understand why I can’t sleep. I mean, I’ve always had issues with sleeping—insomnia’s been my constant companion for as long as I can remember—but I thought it was getting better. This past week, for the first time in years, I actually slept well. It was odd, sure, but I wasn’t complaining.

But tonight? Tonight, it’s back to the old ways.

Back to no sleep.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I glanced over at the clock.

4 a.m.

Great.

Should I even bother going to school later? Maybe I should just skip. But then… I wouldn’t see y/n.

Fuck.

The thought of not seeing her tomorrow... or today, technically... made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to think too much about. I let out another frustrated sigh and turned my head to look at my phone on the nightstand. For a moment, I just stared at it, my mind running through all the reasons why texting her at this hour would be a terrible idea.

She’s probably asleep. You’ll wake her up. She’ll think you’re being annoying. Just leave her alone.

But then again… what if she’s awake too? What if she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her right now?

Before I could overthink it anymore, I grabbed my phone, my thumb hesitating over the keyboard. I typed out a message and stared at it for a second, debating whether or not to hit send.

This is stupid. She’s not awake. You’ll look like an idiot.

But my thumb pressed send before I could talk myself out of it.

Hey… you up?

I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and ran a hand over my face, already regretting it. But now all I could do was wait.

Honestly, I was kind of hoping she would respond. It’s not like I can sleep, so maybe talking to her would help. But at the same time… I kind of hope she doesn’t even see my message. Because… what if I’m being too much?

What if she sees it, rolls her eyes, and thinks I’m just some guy who can’t get a grip? Someone who’s bothering her at 4 a.m. for no reason?

I sighed, staring at the faint glow of my phone screen as it sat on the bed next to me. What was I expecting? That she’d magically be awake, texting back right away? And if she did… what would I even say?

Hey, I can’t stop thinking about you?

Yeah, right. That would go over well.

I shook my head, feeling the frustration bubble up in my chest. Why was she in my head so much? Why couldn’t I just… let it go? Ignore it? Pretend I wasn’t thinking about the way she looked at me earlier, or the way her voice shook just a little when she was mad?

I groaned softly, rolling over onto my side and staring at the phone again. One minute passed. Then another. The screen stayed dark, and the silence stretched on. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it was better if she didn’t answer.

Because if she did… I wasn’t sure what I’d say next. Or worse, what I’d admit.

But then, to my surprise, my phone buzzed.

I blinked, staring at it for a moment as if I’d imagined the notification. The screen lit up, her name glowing back at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I hesitated before picking it up, as if seeing her response would somehow make this real.

WARNING: SMUT (18+ ONLY) & HEAVY FLIRTING/TEASING

A/N

things are getting veryyy spicy now 👀

hope you enjoyed this little tease

im so sorry this took so look... it was very unexpected ive just been extremely busy and honestly haven't had the energy to write much

yes this is very short butttt i kinda just want some of yalls opinion on this... like would you actually wanna read the smut (next part)

ik its late ASF BUT ENJOY IT PLEASE OR ELSE ILL CRY FR

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maddiesentmehere118 · 4 months ago

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A Stranger's Jacket: Part 8

Evan "Buck" Buckley x plus size! reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, vomit, can't spoil too much

Authors Notes: Just to let you know, I got this genius idea Sunday morning. May have some plot inaccuracies. I giggled writing this—so good luck!

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You wait around for what feels like forever after you get home. You let Buck know you got home, and you could practically feel his relief through the text.

Buck had continued to text you on and off throughout the day in between calls. It was short and mostly reaffirming for you that he was okay. You were new to this, and Buck being the empath he is, easily sensed it.

You spent the remainder of your day taking notes and preparing for your first day of lecture tomorrow. You’d practiced delivering the material, taking note on where you may need to clarify or potential questions you may need to answer.

The effects of lunch leaves you on cloud nine. You’re confident about tomorrow and you feel renewed, energized. You could also easily attribute your increased energy from last night’s sleep.

You were excited for later in the evening. It meant that Buck would be able to talk more than a few words. He would be able to hold a conversation. If you were lucky, you’d get a phone call. You secretly hoped he wanted to come over again. You would never say no to enjoying his company.

You take a longer walk than normal to burn off some energy, then indulge in a bath, lighting your favorite candle and playing a movie. You even shave—you know, in case Buck comes over again. You’ll be ready this time.

You put on the comfiest pajamas you owned. A matching set of pajama pants and a top. Put on your perfume, applying it generously to the pulse points in your wrists and neck.

As you cooked dinner, you were anticipating a call from him. It was around this time last night that he had contacted you. You had learned that this week was a short week for him, as he was picking up some extra shifts before he had his 24 hour shifts coming up. So he should be messaging you sometime soon.

You weren’t worried. Not after the way he looked at you today.

By the time you’ve finished cooking your chicken and vegetable skillet, it’s dark out and past the time he contacted you yesterday. He must be on a call still, you think.

You curl up on the couch with dinner, blanket wrapped around your legs. You turn on the local news. There’s a flashing headline at the bottom of the screen. Your chest tightens, ribs closing in on you. You can’t get enough air.

Firefighter Trapped Under Firetruck.

You read the statement again before it’s gone.

Someone under a firetruck? No, that couldn’t be. Why would a fire truck be tipped over in the first place? Maybe it’s something else. It was worded wrong, right?

You want to tear your eyes away, just long enough to regain the pacing of your breathing. You’re starting to hyperventilate. Your heart is working overtime.

But you can’t look away. You need to see if you recognize if it is anyone that you know.

You watch, waiting in anticipation. You turn the volume up. They give a brief run down on the situation unfolding. You catch fragmented pieces of it as your mind fights between a state of fear and numbness.

It slowly sets in. You know firefighters.You were just eating lunch with the 118 a few hours ago. Buck, Eddie, Chimney, Hen, they were all fine. Buck had texted you later on that he had convinced Bobby to come by for lunch even though he was technically suspended. So he wasn’t there. None of them were there.

It’s selfish, but you pray it isn’t them. You even convince yourself that tragedies happen like this all the time, and this was another station. It doesn’t help, though.

They zoom in on the person trapped under the fire truck. A man lies there. You lean in closer to ease your anxieties. To know that it isn’t Buck or any of the crew.

Short hair. Blood. The birthmark above his right eye.

Buck.

Your vision goes. Black spots. The room is out of focus.

Too hot. Trapped.

Your stomach clenches. You shove the blanket off.

You need air. You can’t get any.

Buck lays there, leg pinned underneath the truck. They have a cervical collar around his neck, and first responders are surrounding him.

You feel dizzy, lightheaded. You dig your fingers into the arm of the couch to ground yourself. The bowl is knocked onto the floor.

He’s underneath the truck. You want to throw up.

They’re working around him, trying to lift the truck up enough to pull him out from underneath it. They pan away, and a small part of you is relieved that you don’t have to see Buck suffering. The other part of you is anxious to watch every move.

You can’t imagine the absolute pain he’s in. The thought of his pained cries is the final straw. You can’t hold back the urge to vomit anymore. You feel it rising in your chest.

You push yourself up, stumbling to the bathroom. You’re lightheaded, barely making it in front of the toilet before you drop to your knees. You may have a fear of throwing up, but that’s nowhere near the forefront of your mind.

You retch up the food that you had eaten earlier. The food that he made.

He’s underneath the truck.

You empty your stomach. You’re sobbing hysterically. You dry heave, choking on your tears. Eventually you flush the toilet. Collapse back against the tub. Bring your knees to your chest. Let out loud sobs.

This can’t be happening. Not now. This isn’t fair.

A week. Not enough time to know him. If something happens to him—you don’t know you’d survive.

You have to get up. You need to be strong. Just like he was for you.

You brush your teeth, rinse with mouthwash. Before, you were starving. But now? Food’s the last thing on your mind. You need to get to Buck.

You need to call someone. But who? You don’t have anyones number. And you shouldn’t- 911- 911 is for real emergencies. For people who actually need help. Not this. Not you.

But this is an emergency. Isn’t he? The selfish part of you doesn’t care. You need to talk to someone on the team. You need to know where Buck is.

You type in the number, praying Maddie is at the call center tonight.

Dispatcher: “911, what’s your emergency?”

You: “I need Maddie Buckley. Please.”

Dispatcher: “Ma’am, I cannot connect you to a specific operator. Are you in danger?”

You: “Her brother, he’s—please get Maddie now”

Dispatcher: Hold on.

There are muffled noises, typing, silence.

You think maybe she has hung up. Then you hear her. She’s just as nervous as you.

“This is Maddie.”

“Maddie. Where is he? Who can I call? I don’t have anyone’s number, and I know I shouldn’t have called this number because it’s not an emergency, but- I have to get to him. He got to me, and if something happens-”

“Hey, take a few deep breaths for me, okay?” she pauses, and you hear typing, fast, hard. You hear a sniffle, her voice breaking “I’m going to uh, pick you up in a few minutes. You’re on the way to the hospital.”

Another long pause. You’re crying again.

It’s her brother. You’re not even his girlfriend, you’re just some random girl he found in the aftermath of a school shooting.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She’s firmer than you would be in the moment, but you hear a sniffle, a tell tale sign that she’s also started crying. The reality of the situation is setting in for her, too. ““I’ll see you soon. I— he’d uh want you there.”

“Okay.”

She lets you know that she is about to clock out now, verifying your address before she lets you go.

You gather the basics. Your laptop, charger, a spare change of clothes, deodorant. Shove it into a bag. You might be there all night.

No. You will.

You won’t sleep. Your peaceful slumber last night won’t happen again. Not if he-

No, don’t think like that. He’ll be fine. You’ll be there— until he doesn’t want you.

The insecurity crosses your head briefly, but you push it away. You grab your keychain, leaving the lights on and the bowl of food abandoned, scattered on the floor.

The wait in the lobby is torturous. It feels like time is moving slowly, and you are stuck. You can’t move. You want to move. Everything around you is moving fast, and you’re just still. You want to get to safety. To Buck.

The feeling is all too similar to that day in the office. The day where you remained in the office, blood on your hands and shirtless while everyone rushed around to tend to the hurt. You were frozen, left there. And Buck brought you out of it.

Your hands feel sticky. You look down, expecting to see something on them. They’re clean. You want to scrub your hands clean. You don’t have time to go to the bathroom. You don’t know when the cop will be here. You rub your hands on your pajama bottoms.

You feel the occasional glance towards you. You know you’re a mess. You feel the air drying the tear tracks on your cheeks, the burning sensation of your red eyes, your clogged nostrils as you sniffle.

Your leg is bouncing. Fingers fiddling with each other, picking at the skin around your nails. Your eyes dart around, trying to bring you back down to reality as you search for something to meet your five senses. It’s not helping. You’re afraid that you might actually go over the deep end this time.

You don’t know how much time has passed. The concept of time is strange.

You jump when Maddie steps in front of you, calling your name. You see her watery eyes, getting up to grab her into a hug. For a moment you forget about your own anxieties, going into caretaker mode to soothe Maddie. Her brother could have easily died tonight, and your own feelings subside for the moment.

You don’t remember walking to her car, or getting into the passenger seat. The ride is a blur, too. A low hum of music fills the car. Neither of you speak. An outsider would say you’re both in shock, and neither of you should be driving.

You’re broken out of your dissociation as she turns into the parking lot of the hospital. The parking lot closest to the hospital is full, so you end up in a parking lot a little off campus.

The air feels nice against your warm skin, drying any remaining signs of tears. You want to say something, but it feels safer to just remain quiet.

The ride up the elevator is slow. You’re leaned against a metal bar as if you need to be held up. Your legs feel like putty. The lights are too bright. The elevator pings. You jump. Maddie reaches over to touch your arm, rubbing up and down.

You step out, legs heavy, as if you had just ran a marathon to get here.

The waiting room is filled with firefighters.

Too quiet. Too still. Too serious.

The air is tense. A coffee cup is brought up to someone’s lip, a foot tapping anxiously. The faint sound of a radio. Everyone’s lost in their thoughts.

Hen glances up from looking down, elbow on her knees. Her eyes widened, surprised to see you, before being replaced with concern.

Is it that bad?

You can’t cry anymore. You try but fail to put a brave face on.

“How is he?” Maddie questions, the grip on her purse tight, fingers turning white.

“He’s a fighter, in surgery now. He lost a lot of blood in the field and the last update we got was that they’re doing an emergency fasciotomy to see if they can save his leg.”

“What happened? I turned on the news and a fire truck was tripped over. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t you guys until — I saw his birthmark. I couldn’t breathe.”

“A bomber planted a bomb in the truck, trying to kill Bobby. He didn’t know Bobby was suspended and Buck was in the truck.”

“Let’s get you both a seat and some water.” Hen keeps a hand on your arm as she guides you to the corner everyone is huddled in. She sits you down before crouching to look at you. “Have you eaten? Hey Eddie, could you get some water for these two?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You watch him walk away. The way he holds himself isn’t confident or sturdy, a stark comparison to this afternoon. His best friend is in surgery, and he’s stuck running errands for you. Chimney comes around the corner, spotting Maddie. He rushes over, crouching down in front of her. She breaks down, leaning forward to bury her face in the crook of his neck.

You dig your face into your hands, forcing your eyes shut. Your head is pounding, a tight band wrapping around your temple, extending to the back of your head. Your mind is screaming at you, feeling selfish for making these people take care of you. You don’t even know that you should be here.

“That boy is wrapped around your finger.” Hen chuckles, a creak letting you know she is now by you. “Even under that truck, leg crushed, bleeding out, he was asking about you. Wanted to make sure you didn’t find out from the news. Made Athen promise to call you.”

You scoff, shaking your head. He was thinking of you, the thought of keeping you steady. In contrast, you’re a complete mess.

“I panicked and called 911,” you admit bashfully. “I didn’t know if Maddie was working or not. But I needed to know where he was.”

“We’ll make sure that everyone has each other’s number after this, okay?”

You nod in agreement, leaning back. Eddie is back with bottles of water shortly after. You take it, thanking him softly. He sits with the group, most people standing and talking amongst themselves.

“Did you eat? Are you hungry?”

“I ate half a bowl of my dinner.” A smile graces your face, eyes crinkling. You’re not happy, but if you don’t laugh, you might get closer to being admitted to the ward. “I think the rest of it got spilled on the floor when I went to throw up. But it’s okay, I’m not hungry now.”

“Are you sure? I grabbed Buck’s extra granola bar that I found in our truck.”

You bite your lip, taking a deep breath. Your resolve is melting as two pairs of eyes are set on you. Maddie’s sobs and Chimney’s words of comfort sound far away. You know Eddie was trying to be sweet and take care of you. To force you to eat something. You’re shaking again.

“I have to- I can’t — I can’t teach. I , I’ll be —.”

You partially excuse yourself, stumbling down the hall to find a bathroom. You need to throw up again. You would have thought that you were drunk by the way you’re moving, holding onto the wall as you follow the sign for the bathroom.

You push the door open when you find it, practically falling into the bathroom. You don’t hear Hen calling your name, hot on your tail.

Your stomach doesn’t know you have nothing to throw up, just following your nervous system’s orders as your mind kicks into overdrive.

You narrowly make it into a stall before sinking to your knees, pressing your forehead against your arms.

You can’t lose him. You just found him.

You try to breathe through the nausea.

The first heave is dry, painful. The second, bile burns your throat. The third, a sob.

You collapse against the door. Your head tilts back, looking at the ceiling. You beg someone, anyone, to keep him here. With you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

You swallow hard, the taste of bile sour in your mouth. She doesn’t say anything right away. Footsteps. She’s getting closer. A soft exhale before speaking again.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You're shaking your head no before you can stop yourself.

“It’s okay.” You shakily lie through your teeth. A few more breaths, unsure if you’re telling her or convincing yourself. “I’m fine.”

Your eyes close and you take the largest inhale you can before exhaling sharply, unable to hold onto it for a few seconds.

You push yourself up, opening the stall. Hen steps out of your way. You rinse your mouth before washing your hands.

“I just need a minute.”

You gaze at your reflection. Red-eyes. Damp skin. A stranger.

Buck wouldn’t want this.

But Buck isn’t here.

And you don’t know how to be okay if he’s not here.

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heyitslapis · 7 months ago

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Hi it's been 10 hours & I still cannot stop thinking about her.

I can't stop thinking about this person

#ive been trying to sleep for the past 9 hours but have literally spent 70% of it tossing/turning & my brain in overdrive thinking about her #we'll see each other on Wednesday & im going to formally ask her on a date but the waiting is killing me rn #*grips the desk hard enough to put claw marks in it* *grits my teeth* Im Totally Normal. Im A Patient Person. I Have Amazing Self Control #i literally had to go for a 2 hour drive/walk in the park yesterday & spent the whole time drawing/journaling so that i wouldnt text her #and yes technically i can ask her via text & tbh im sure itll be a resounding ''yes!'' but im bad at conveying emotional & intent over text #so i want to do it in person so that everything i want to say comes across the way i mean it #and tbh also because i really want to see her reaction face-to-face & gauge her body language to make sure im not misreading anything #just have to make it through today & tomorrow 👍 really hoping these couple of days pass quickly because yesterday felt like it dragged on #heyitslapis rambles #delete later #maybe #alice

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fennecfox44 · 4 months ago

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landslide

jack hughes x reader

summary - my attempt at nice jack.. takes place years before radio nowhere so u dont need to read that first but maybe u should bc i liked it.. also might do a series idgaf who gaf id ont gaf...

Well, I've been afraid of changing 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older And I'm getting older, too

04 30 2019

The summer sun is burning a hot hole through your back. You feel the scorch creeping up your shoulders and you know you should flip off of your stomach already but you’re too comfortable, sun-baked. Cicadas hummed and buzzed but you only heard them in between songs shuffling through your wired headphones.

Some time passes before you eventually decide you’ll flip over once this song ends—no, the next one—and then you finally do. You tug your sunglasses off the top of your head and push them up the bridge of your nose, shutting your eyes as you settle into your new position on your back.

Luke had invited you to fish with him and Quinn. Jack was off on a tournament in Russia, so they let you use his rod. But your patience for it dwindled quickly, deciding your time would be better spent tanning in a bikini than waiting aimlessly for a fish to poke. You’d fallen asleep in the chair, the sun soaking up your energy, and when you’d woken up, the brothers were gone. Probably to eat. But you weren’t hungry, so you stayed on the dock.

Your eyes are shut but you can still sense a cloud or something pass over you through the thin veil of your eyelids. You squint and push your glasses up over your head, worried it’s rain and that you’ll have to make a run for it back to the house. But it’s only Jack.

Your heart might’ve lept—well, it does, but not with excitement—if you hadn’t already known he was coming back today. He hadn’t text or called. You only got your news on him relayed to you second hand from Luke. The games he won, how his practices went. Luke had even offered a handful of times to put you on the phone whenever he called, but when prompted, Jack had always just said that he had to go and that he'd call back later.

You scowl up at him when you see his shit-eating grin, and pull your sunglasses back down.

“Is this my—hey, this is my chair,” Jack says, stifling a laugh as he pulls your legs up and on to his lap as he shoves his way onto part of the chair.

“Oh god, go back to Russia,” you grunt, tugging your headphones out of your ears. “It was so nice with you gone.”

“Hello to you too,” he grimaces as you kick at him, trying to wrestle your ankles into submission. “Fuck, chill out.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t even say hi!” you whine.

“Hi,” he smiles, snatching your sunglasses off your face. “Wow, it’s sunny. I forgot what the sun felt like.”

“Yeah, you look super pasty,” you retort, trying to grab your glasses back. He smacks your hands away. You give up and huff, laying back down against the chair.

“This is my chair,” he says again, more intently.

“Yeah. And I was using your rod earlier, too.”

“Yeah? My rod?” Jack grins cheekily, the fact that you hadn’t caught your own innuendo. “You wanna use it again now?”

You scoff, really kicking him hard in the side this time. Jack grunts, clutching at his side.

“Ow, you bitch,” he huffs. “The fuck’s up with you?”

You glare at him. “Giving me a hard time about not saying hi is really funny when you didn’t even call me once, Jack.”

Completely serious now, he pulls the glasses off to really look at you. “I called you!”

Technically. He called you a couple times in the middle of the night so that you could help him get off, not minding the time difference or that it threw you off your sleep schedule. You had tried to talk to him after, but he would say he had to get to bed, big game tomorrow or whatever excuse and that he’d call for real after. But he never did.

“Right,” you roll your eyes, finally retrieving the glasses back. You put them on, not wanting to look at him. “You’re right. I’m wrong.”

Jack groans, exasperated, running a hand through his hair. “See, this is the shit that pisses me off about you or us or whatever. You’re not my girlfriend. We’re not dating. Why do I have to call you? Why are you so up my ass?”

You bite the inside of your cheek but can’t help how your nostrils flare, trying not to react. You lived on eggshells around him, afraid that showing too much feeling would send him running.

“We’re friends,” you mumble, drawing your legs up to your chest. Felt really naked and vulnerable, suddenly very conscious of yourself and that you were only in a bikini with him sat beside you fully clothed. “Just would've been nice.”

Jack sighs, laying his head on your knees. “Sorryyyyy,” he drones, looking up at you. He wraps his cold hands around your warm calves. Then drops his head and presses a kiss to each of your knees. “Sorry, sorry.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Stop,” you pretend to be annoyed, tangling a hand through his hair like you were gonna pull him off, but really, you only wanted to make sure he stayed.

He splits your legs open, kissing the inside of your thighs, punctuating each one with a ‘ sorry’ in between.

“Jack,” you hiss, really tugging his hair this time as he makes his way lower.

“Sorry,” he keeps on, trailing closer to your core. At one point, he even bites at you playfully, and you whine, trying to squirm away, but he holds on to your hips, dragging you towards him. He’s knelt before you. You glance over your shoulder, and you convince yourself that the chair’s big enough to conceal him. And all the way from the house, through a window too. No one could see.

He hooks his thumbs round your bikini bottoms and tugs them down. His hands crawl back up as he spreads you open, glistening, wanting, before he latches his hands back onto your hip bones, pulling you up to his mouth.

You mewl desperately, your head lolling back, chewing your lip as he licks at you. Reflexively your hips buck against him but he holds you down while he apologizes so kindly. This was so rare. Even if there was a chance of getting caught, you think you’d take it, if it meant having him be this nice to you.

“Fuck,” you whimper, tears brimming your eyes as you tug his hair, urging him closer. Jack grunts, a hand trailing up your body, grazing your ribs before you snag his hand in yours. Without really thinking, you mindlessly pull his hand up to your mouth, sucking a finger past your lips. He groans into you, the vibration of it shooting a bolt through you.

He pulls his hand free, looking up at you, his mouth glistening. You whimper down at him as he wraps a bruising grip around your waist, pulling you down the length of the chair. “You little fuckin’ devil,” he says, looming over you, and you’re not sure if he’s mad or not, but decide it’s the latter when he presses his mouth to yours, kissing you hotly. "Fuck, you taste good." He murmurs against your mouth.

Jack pulls away, and you think he’s gonna really start in on you now, but he just stares. He brushes some unkempt hair out of your face, tucks it behind your ear before rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. You look up at him, hoping your internal mix of shock and fear and hope and awe don’t betray you.

“You got prettier,” he says. “I mean, you’re always pretty. But you look prettier.”

You pinch your eyebrows together, drawn up tight in the middle. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiles strangely, then pats your cheek like a child. “Keep it up, kiddo.”

He goes to pull his hand free and against your better judgement, you reach for it, wanting to keep him close.

But he’s already pulled free, yawning, stretching. “Fuck. Jet lag’s a bitch.”

You wrap your legs around his middle. “I wanna make you feel better,” you say. Too forward. Too much all at once. He’ll think you’re trying to get something more out of him, tie him down to you, but you can’t help it. All you’ve ever wanted is to make him feel good, even when he’s constantly leaving you wanting.

He pats your leg, bending down to press one last cheeky kiss on your knee. “You’re sweet. I really am sorry.”

You frown. “Did something happen in Russia?”

Jack shakes his head, grinning. “Nah. Maybe I missed you.”

It was so hard to believe him, but you wanted to. Even if it meant you knowing you were going to let him let you down again. He would never want you this way. Fully, forever.

“Gross,” you say, but you both know you missed him more. It’s why he gets away with everything he does. He rolls his eyes again. This was good as it was. It didn’t need to change. Nothing needed to change.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #jack hughes smut

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kaliforniahigh · 9 months ago

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Request: "Matt Dierkes x wife reader smutty one shot where they get caught on the tour bus or other random places?" Thank you so much for the request!

Warnings: cursing and a steamy make out session but no actual smut (they get caught before the act)

WC: 1.6k (not proofread yet!)

Requests are closed for now.

You loved going on tour with Matt, specially since you worked together. You were a lighting engineer for the band and you met Matt when you started working for the band a couple of years back.

The attraction was instant between you and everyone could notice. The way he never got mad at you - quite the contrary, the boy always seemed to have an extra soft spot for you - and the way you always worried if he was well - tour could be pretty hectic and take a toll on your health - were a dead giveaway that something was blossoming between you.

Despite everyone rooting for you to get together, there were the people who warned you about working with your partner. They told you that it never worked, and that you would fight all the time.

But you always told them that if it ever came to it, you and Matt could separate your professional lives from your personal ones, because you were adults, after all.

Now, a couple of years later, you and Matt not only established a relationship, but you also decided to get married not too long ago. Most days it didn't even feel like working with your husband, because you just went about your routines as per usual.

It was rare that Matt got angry with anyone really, he was pretty chill overall and used to dealing with things going wrong, so you felt like nothing really affected him anymore.

Today, though, was one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong. First, the tour bus broke down on the road because of the cold, which made you guys late for the concert. Then, some of the sound equipment decided not to work and the panels were off and no one could figure out how to get those damn things working.

You could hear the fans outside waiting to come in and the stress of being late already and not having things ready were weighing on his shoulders. You could hear him in the distance him talking on the phone with the venue manager. Something about how the hell was he not here to help with the technical difficulties that most likely were being caused by his shitty venue.

You left him to it, and since your lighting equipment was already set up - thank god this one thing worked out tonight - you went to help the other guys. Everything seemed to plugged in in the right places and still, nothing was working. Even Noah, Jolly and the Nicks were helping at this point.

"Guys", Matt approached you all with a sigh. "The venue manager told me everything was working accordingly just a couple of days go, which is obviously bullshit", he rubbed his forehead, a clear sign of stress. You wanted to smooth out the creases yourself, but refrained from it.

"How are we gonna perform without our equipment?", Jolly asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"That's the thing, I don't think we will", Matt answered. Every band's fear was becoming a reality right before your eyes.

"Are we gonna have to cancel?", Noah voiced what everyone was thinking. Matt only nodded. "What about the fans waiting outside?"

"I'm really sorry, this is really not what I wanted to do, trust me. We could try and find another venue, but we gotta be in another city tomorrow. We might have to reimburse the people who paid for tickets for today", you could tell he was disappointed in having to do this. Matt was a problem solver kind of person, and having to deal with a problem he couldn't solve was killing him.

After a little more debate, everyone agreed that canceling was the best thing to do due to the circumstances. Noah and the guys went back to the green room talking about how they're gonna sue the venue manager.

"I'm gonna go out there and tell those people that the band they love is not performing tonight. You guys can start loading the things back in the bus", he started to turn around, but you went after him.

"Hey", you called out and he looked at you. "I'll go with you. You don't have to do this alone", you took your hand in his.

"You don't have to do this, baby. I'm used to it, it's part of the job anyways", he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

"I know that you can handle yourself. But I wanna go with regardless", he only nodded, knowing it was useless arguing with you, and you followed him outside.

The annoucement was met with complaints, angry remarks and a few crying faces. Matt knew this wasn't directed at him, but it broke his heart regardless. All these people with the hopes of having an unforgettable night would have to go back to their homes without watching Bad Omens perform.

He said sorry one more time and rushed back inside the venue. You said sorry yourself and followed him. You looked around you and saw that your lighting equipment was already being loaded back in the boxes and decided to check were Matt headed to.

You asked around and a few people told you they saw him going in the direction of the bathrooms. You made your way down the hall and knocked on the men's restoroom door, hearing him answer with a "yeah" on the other side of the door. He was probably wondering who the hell was bothering him when he was in the bathroom.

"You alone in there?" you asked him. Recognizing it was you, he opened the door and you made your way inside, closing it again behind you.

"You just ran off, I got worried about you", you told him as you took his face in your hands.

"I got so angry when I saw all those people out there, just waiting", he huffed in frustration.

"I know, baby. But this isn't your fault, and it probably won't be the last time you'll have to cancel", you tried to reason with him.

"I know, I'm just so fucking mad at that fucking venue manager who told me 'everything is working perfectly, are you sure it's not your equipment that's low quality?'", he used air quotes to tell you what the venue manager has the nerve to tell him. "He obviously ripped us off because he wasn't even here, he knows his venue is fucking shit", he spat, in anger. You waited a few seconds to say anything, just in case he needed to vent some more. But he just took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve to hear all this", he apologized, resting his hands on your hips. You let a little smile grace your lips. You knew how to make him feel better.

"It's kind of hot when you get all angry like this", you said with a low voice and a hint of playfulness. He finally cracked and smirked a little at your remark.

"Yeah? You like it, babe?", you nodded and pressed yourself closer to him. "You know, you're my silver lining in all of this, right?", he said, lips inches away from yours, eyes travelling between your eyes and lips.

"I think I don't. Will need you to show me", you teased him and in a few seconds, his lips crashed on yours, pushing you backwards with the force, your back hitting the marble countertop behind you.

The kiss was fervent, an indicator of his mood and how this bathroom rendezvous was gonna go. You both moaned into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as he hoisted you up on the counter.

His hands traveled up your torso under your shirt and you lifted your arms for him to take it off, you skin prickling with goosebumps from the cold air.

His mouth immediatly moved to kiss your shoulders and down the valley of your brests.

"Fuck, you're everything I need right now", he hummed into your skin and you only moaned in acknowledgment.

"Take your shirt off, please", you said, voice sounding a little breathless, and he moved away from your body to peel off the layer of clothing.

"C'mere", he helped you down from the counter and turned you around, pushing your head down and making you bend your back, ass up in the air.

He kissed your spine and ran his hand over the fat of your ass, delivering a spank that made you yelp in surprise. His clothed crotch was pressed into you, and you could feel how hard he was under his pants.

He was about to yank your pants down your legs when the door swung open, both of you whipping your heads to the side, only to meet the shocked expression on Ruffilo's face.

You were still bend over the counter when you heard Matt tell him to 'get the fuck out', and Nick muttered a few apologies before closing the door behind him.

You looked at Matt through the mirror in front of you and you both started to giggle at the situation. Eventually, you stood up straight and turned around to face him. It was like Nick's entrance popped your little bubble entirely.

"Probably not the best idea to fuck in the bathroom, huh?" you asked in a teasing tone.

"That's you pushing me to make bad decisions", he smiled and gave you a peck on the lips. "As much as I loved our little almost escapade, we should probably get back out there", he stated, in a little disappointed tone.

You agreed with him and you both made your way out of the bathroom.

"We'll stay at a hotel room in the next city and then I'll make sure to bend you over the counter and fuck you good", he whispered in your ear, making you stop in your tracks, mouth agape.

He kept walking and laughed at the state he just left you.

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writingwithciara · 4 months ago

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conversation hearts -william eklund-

summary: a relationship begins with conversation hearts

word count: 5k

pairing: william eklund x reader

notes: wrote this for valentines day and it is now incredibly late. i know he's not as popular as most of the players. but he's super adorable and i can't get enough of him. also, the timeline with the granlund trade doesn't match reality but this is fiction for a reason, right?

"you were traded? are you freaking kidding me?" y/n looked up at mikael as he paced her living room. "where to?"

"dallas." he reached behind his head and scratched his neck, not wanting to meet the eyes of his best friend.

y/n was only 24 but she grew up idolizing the san jose sharks. it had been her dream to work for the team. and when she finally got the job, she was beyond ecstatic. it had only been a year but she had developed a close friendship with mikael granlund. he was the first person who answered one of her questions on her first day and after practice that day, he approached her and introduced himself properly. they began a perfect friendship afterwards.

"at least it's not all the way on the other side of the country." y/n sighed and stood up to join him in his pacing.

"i suppose that may be the only bright side to this." he felt his shoulders sag as he froze in place. "well, that and the fact that cody is going too."

"i'm losing you and cody in one fell swoop? how is that fair?" y/n looked back at mikael as she also stopped pacing. "is there even anybody on the team that i actually like anymore?"

"you like all of us." mikael turned to her and chuckled.

"correction. i like you and cody. i technically tolerate everyone else because it's my job."

"i'm sure you'll warm up to them eventually." he pulled her over to the couch and sat her down. "i'm sorry i'm leaving."

"it's not your fault, granny. it's just so sudden. you leave tomorrow night?"

"unfortunately."

"then we need to do something before you're miles and miles away."

"y/n, it's 10 o'clock at night. nothing is open right now."

"then we can stay in and watch a movie. that's always been fun." y/n cheered when mikael got comfortable on the couch. if this was their last night together, y/n wanted nothing more than his company.

a week later, y/n was still struggling to get through her days without mikael. the first 2 days were the hardest. but she put in the effort and came up with a question for the boys to answer each day.

on the third day, while she waited for the team to get off the ice, y/n glanced around the hallway outside the locker room. there was pictures of all the players, past and present, hanging up on the walls so she walked the short distance to stand in front of mikael's photo.

"you miss him, huh?"

"yeah. he's my best friend." y/n sighed and turned around. "hey, william. what are you doing out already?"

"i got changed faster than everyone. didn't want to keep you waiting longer than you've already been." william smiled. "i know you miss granny so i figured keeping you in the building would not be the best thing for you right now."

"oh." y/n blinked slowly. "well, thank you."

"no problem." he chuckled. "so, what's the question for today?"

y/n lifted up the dry-erase board with the daily question written on it. "what's your favorite valentine's day tradition? and it's okay if you don't have one or if you don't celebrate it. it's just a random question i thought of since valentine's day is next friday."

"well, i don't celebrate it myself. but i've seen some really touching gestures occur on the holiday."

"really? like what?"

"lots of proposals. some really good and a few that were kind of, i don't know, blah." he waved his hand around with a smile. "how about you? do you celebrate it?"

"i don't celebrate it with anyone. but i love buying myself those little conversation hearts each year. i love those things." y/n looked at the board she was holding. "and it's kind of hard to celebrate a holiday dedicated to romance when i've never had a relationship around this time of year."

"wait, really? i'm kind of finding that hard to believe."

"yeah, me too." y/n offered him a smile. "the closest i got to celebrating it with someone was last year. it was 2 weeks after i started here and mikael bought me a bag of conversation hearts after i mentioned it to him the day before. but other than that, guys usually dump me just before valentine's day. but i'm pretty sure it's only because they don't want to get me anything for valentine's day. it wouldn't make sense otherwise, because in case you haven't noticed, i'm a freaking catch."

"very true." he looked over his shoulder as his teammates trickled out of the locker room one by one. "come find me after everyone's answered the question."

before y/n could respond, the guys were already approaching. william smiled and walked back down the hall.

one by one, the team answered the question. y/n learned that one of the guys on the team doesn't celebrate on the actual day because his kid was born that day so he does all the romance the day after. his wife loves it.

after everyone was done, y/n uploaded the footage to her laptop and locked up her office. she checked the time and realized that it took over an hour to get through everyone. if she wanted to find william, she had to rush to the front entrance because chances were he got tired of waiting and decided to leave.

but fortunately, when y/n walked out to the parking lot, william was still there. he was leaning against his car and looking at his phone. he looked up when he heard her approaching.

"hey. i can't believe you're still here."

"well, i told you to find me after you were done. i didn't want to just abandon you. that wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?"

"no. no it would not." y/n smiled and stood next to him. "so what did you do while you waited for over an hour?"

"i stood out here for about 10 minutes before i got bored and took a quick walk to the grocery store down the street."

"for what, specifically, if you don't mind me asking?"

"i'm so glad you asked, actually." he reached into his car and pulled a bag out from the front seat. "i got these for you." he handed her a bag of candy.

but not just any candy. he bought her a bag of the conversation hearts she mentioned earlier.

"william, you didn't have to do this."

"you mentioned granny bought you a bag last year and since he's not here to do it, i wanted to keep up the tradition for you."

"it's very thoughtful. but you know valentine's day is next week, right?"

"yeah i know. but when you were talking about mikael earlier, you seemed really sad. figured it would cheer you up."

"you are now officially my new favorite person on this team." she smiled. "thank you, eklund. this means a lot more to me than i thought it would."

"i'm glad you like it." he chuckled. "i gotta get home now. but i can call you later, if that's okay?"

"that's perfectly fine." y/n went to walk away but turned around quickly, almost giving herself whiplash. "wait, hold on. i don't have your number."

"true." he chuckled and pulled out his phone. "how have you been working here for over a year without getting my number?"

"to be fair, my friendliness only extended to cody and mikael. but with them gone, i might as well branch out, huh?"

"yes." he handed her his phone and watched as she typed her number into the contact box. when she handed it back to him, he smiled. "i love the name."

"it's glorious." y/n smiled. "talk to you later, william."

over the next 5 days, william called every day and they talked for hours. on the eve of valentine's day, mikael called and when y/n answered with a smile, he immediately launched into the conversation with a million questions. y/n had to stop him when he asked his 10th question.

"you've officially been replaced, granny. sorry to inform you this way."

"excuse me!! by who?"

"are you going to stop with the questions if i tell you?"

"i promise." off camera, he crossed his fingers. "will you tell me now?"

"you were replaced with ekky."

"it's about time, honestly. still don't know why you never interacted much with him before."

"i only had friendship capacity for 2 people and now that you're both gone, i found room for a new friend. turns out, he's a pretty good guy."

"duh. i've been telling you that for a year, genius."

"yeah sure. whatever." y/n waved him off and grabbed a handful of candy. "he bought me a bag of conversation hearts last week and that's how he became my best friend. just like how you won my friend-heart."

"you know he actually likes you, right?"

"impossible. we've only been friends for a week."

"believe what you want but you didn't have the opportunity to talk to him everyday and hear his thoughts. he always asked me about you. literally every single day, y/n."

"but...why?"

"i know you're not stupid." mikael shook his head.

"no. i got what you meant. but i was just wondering why he'd like me when i ignored him for a year."

"i think that's a question you'll have to ask him." he chuckled. "i'm gonna let you go since you have another conversation you need to be having."

"oh, shut up." y/n looked at her phone. a text had popped up but she was trying to figure out how miakel could've known someone else was texting her. "i'll talk to you tomorrow, right?"

"of course." mikael smiled and hung up.

y/n pulled the notification screen down to see what the text said without indicating she had seen it. she decided she'd talk to william in person in the morning.

when she got to the arena the next morning, she half expected to see william waiting for her. but he wasn't around so she headed in and went to her office. she still had some editing to do for the tiktok page.

when she was done that, there was a soft knock on her door.

"come in." y/n looked up as william entered. he walked to the chair against the wall and sat down.

"what are you doing tonight?"

"i have no plans. never do this time of year, remember?"

"right, right." william reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "well i was wondering if, maybe, you'd wanna get dinner or something with me when you're done work."

"like a date?"

"not if you're not comfortable calling it that."

"no. it's fine. i just didn't want to read this situation wrong." y/n smiled. "it tends to happen with me sometimes."

"i understand. it's happened to me once or twice as well. but since then, i've learned to be a little more clear when asking a girl out." he smiled. "i just don't do it very often."

"really?"

"yeah. nobody's really caught my interest lately." he looked at her. "i mean, until recently anyway."

"just recently?"

"mhm. why do you ask?"

"something mikael said on facetime last night." y/n closed her laptop and walked over to william. "he said you were always asking about me and that it was because you liked me."

"of course i like you. you're a very likeable person, y/n."

"oh." y/n looked at him. she could feel her cheeks heating up involuntarily. "you're a likeable person too, ekky."

"well i try my best to be. off the ice anyway." he chuckled. "when are you off tonight?"

"4:30."

"perfect. i'll wait here for you."

"you don't want me to go home and change?"

"why change? you're perfect the way you are."

"you are something else." y/n smiled and turned her attention back to the screen in front of her. "see you later, william."

"see you, y/n." william walked back into the hallway and smiled. he couldn't believe he got y/n to agree to a date.

it was just after 5 when william saw y/n again. he was waiting in the hall for her when she finally emerged from her office.

"i'm sorry i'm a little late. my laptop kept crashing when i was editing the video."

"it's okay." william smiled. "you still want to go on this date?"

"yes, of course." y/n smiled and looked up at him. "are you sure you don't want me to change?"

"absolutely not. you look great." william gave her an appreciative look as his gaze traveled down to her shoes then back up to her face. "very great."

"oh." y/n couldn't help but blush. "are we taking your car?"

"yeah. unless you'd be more comfortable in your own car."

"i'm good. i want the whole date experience."

"you got it." he smiled and held out his arm. y/n hooked her arm with his as they walked out to the parking lot. william opened the door for her and she got in. he went around and got in his seat. "ready?"

"yes." y/n turned to smile at him. he returned the smile and drove out of the parking lot.

they quickly arrived at the restaurant y/n had heard so much about when she had moved to san jose, but never had the time to go to.

"this place looks packed. are you sure we'll be able to get a table?" she glanced through the windows at all the people inside. they both got out of the car and william joined her on her side.

"i may have made a reservation a few days ago." he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

"wow. you really put faith in me saying yes, didn't you?"

"i did, yes." he smiled. "i'm really glad you did, by the way."

"don't count your blessings yet, eklund. this date has only just begun." y/n smirked and headed inside. william chuckled and followed her. when he told the host his name, they were ushered to a more secluded table. william, being the gentleman he was, pulled the chair out for y/n. she sat down and he took his own spot.

william was in awe over what he was learning about y/n. and over the next 2 hours, every tale she told of her american childhood had him falling in love. it was no longer just a crush on the media girl mikael had introduced him to.

by the end of the date, william found himself driving back to her place just a little slower. he wasn't too eager for the date to end. y/n noticed but she didn't say a thing because she understood how he was feeling. she didn't want it to end either. but time was not slowing down.

when william pulled up to her apartment and killed the engine, neither of them made a move to get out. instead, they turned to each other, smiles forming quickly as they stared at each other. william was the first one to speak.

"is it okay if i count my blessings now?"

"hmm?"

"earlier, when i said i was glad you said yes to the date, you told me not to count my blessings yet." he looked out the window behind her. "now i just want to know if it's time."

"yeah." y/n's smile grew. "i'm really glad i said yes too, by the way."

"so, building onto that revelation, would you maybe want to do this again soon?"

"i would like that very much." y/n reached across the center console and grabbed his hand. "thank you for finally gaining the courage to ask me out. i wanted to do it but every time i saw you, i would lose my thoughts. i was starting to think my crush was pointless and one-sided."

"it most definitely isn't." william leaned closer and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "not pointless and most certainly not one-sided."

"good." y/n smiled and reached for her door handle. "walk me to my door?"

"of course. one second." he jumped out of the car and quickly made his way to her side. he opened the door and held out his hand for her to take. she got out of the car but she did not drop his hand. william felt his cheek redden.

he walked her inside the building and up to her 4th floor apartment. "i had a great time tonight."

"so did i." y/n blushed. "i can't believe this started with a bag of conversation hearts. just like my life-long friendship with mikael."

"oh, that reminds me." william reached into the pocket of his sweater and pulled out a bag of the candies she had just mentioned. "i really hope you take this gesture as a sign that i really like you and that i don't want whatever this is between us, to be compared to the friendship you had with mikael."

"oh, don't worry. it is similar, but it's also different. as in the fact that i was never attracted to him in any way. definitely not like i am to you." y/n stepped closer. "i really like you too, eklund." she tilted her head up to look at him. "so, what are we going to do about this attraction?"

"i have a few ideas." william gently cupped her chin between his thumb and index finger before placing his lips gently on y/n's. she didn't hesitate to kiss back.

her arms wrapped around his neck as she dragged him down to her height. his arms went around her waist as he pressed her into his body gently.

after a few long minutes, william pulled away, rather reluctantly. every part of him was screaming at him, telling him not to do it. and he could tell y/n was thinking the same thing.

"i should go now." he took a step back.

"so soon?"

"if we keep doing what we just did, i'm gonna want to keep going. and that's not something i want. at least not right now. i want to take this slow with you, since i've been waiting for you for what feels like forever."

"i appreciate the honesty." y/n unlocked her door and stepped inside. "i'll see you at the arena in the morning."

"yeah." he smiled and headed down the hallway. "good night, y/n."

the next day, neither william nor y/n could contain their excitement when the finally saw each other. it was after practice and y/n had been in the hallway waiting for the team to answer the daily question.

after macklin and will had answered, william appeared with henry. he had been answering henry's question when he finally made eye contact with y/n. the smile that was already on his face seemed to grow three times bigger as he approached her.

"which teammate would be your emergency contact?" henry read the board and thought for a minute.

"definitely not will smith." william answered.

"yeah. probably rule out 71 & 2." henry smiled and walked off-camera."

william scratched his face and continued to think. "who would be though?"

off-screen, henry smiled. "probably me."

"yeah. thurn knows the deal." william went to walk away but stopped. "yeah i would take him. or zetts." he smiled widely and looked at y/n. "for the record, if we could include anyone simple involved with the team, it'd be you."

"thanks. i think now i have to change my emergency contact. granny is all the way in dallas. if something bad happened to me here, there's no way he'd get here fast enough."

"i don't know. i think you're underestimating how much he cares about you. that man would break every law possible to make it to you if you were having an emergency."

"okay. you're probably right." y/n smiled and looked at william's face. his eyes were sparkling. "maybe i'll look into adding a second emergency contact."

"any idea who you'll add?"

"well, you did say that thurn knows the deal. plus, he's a harvard guy so he'd be a great choice." she glanced over at henry. he was talking to tyler. "oh, toff would be a good choice."

"yeah. i suppose that's true." william chuckled lightly. y/n looked back at him and laughed.

"i was kidding. as smart as they are, i would definitely pick you."

"i like that." he smirked. "speaking of other things i like, i was thinking that it would be fun to go on another date."

"okay. when?"

"we leave for a 5 game road trip on sunday and i probably won't see you again for a little while. so we can either go out friday night or saturday afternoon?"

"what would we do?"

"depends on the day you pick." he smiled. "i have plans for both but i'm leaving it up to you."

"which date doesn't require getting all dressed up?"

william chuckled. "neither require you to get all that dressed up. but i'll have to say that the attire for my idea on saturday is more comfortable."

"okay then. saturday sounds perfect. can't wait." she smiled at his retreating body.

saturday couldn't come faster.

william picked y/n up at 1 pm on saturday afternoon and took her to a mini-golf course.

"i've never played before." she smiled sheepishly as they approached the first hole. william took his shot first, sinking it easily. "okay, show off." she giggled.

"it's not too hard. give it a try." he stood back and watched y/n hit the ball. it rolled towards the hold but veered off the path.

"dang it. i suck." y/n walked to william with a pout on her face.

"don't worry. i can teach you." he stepped behind her. "may i?"

"of course." y/n turned her head to look at william as he held her arms. he placed the club in her hands and guided her next shot. it rolled towards the hole but stopped 3 inches short.

"okay. not too bad."

"could've been better. especially after your shot. that was amazing."

"i've been playing for a long time." he became bashful. "i can't believe you've lived close by almost your whole life and you've never played before."

"my parents had other things to do than to take their kids to fun places."

"well, if you stick with me, i can promise to take you to all the places you've always wanted to go."

"wait, really?"

"of course." william smiled. "while i'm gone, why don't you make a list of all the places and we can get started on it when i get back?"

"you're being serious, aren't you?"

"absolutely." william chuckled and reached up to gently cup her cheek. "i would do anything for you. i hope you know that."

"i'm starting to understand it." y/n leaned into his hand and smiled. "i have an idea that might make me a little better at this game. like an incentive."

"what's that?"

"for each hole i finish in under 5 attempts, i want a kiss. doesn't always have to be on the lips. you can choose. lips, cheek, head, wherever. sound like a plan?"

"mhm. oh, and just for encouragement." william smiled. y/n didn't have a chance to ask what he meant before he was pulling her in for a kiss. it didn't last long before he was pulling away and helping her nudge the ball into the first hole.

for the next 3 hours, y/n was determined to get as many kisses from william as possible. unfortunately, by the end of the course, she only managed to get 4. but she would never complain. kisses from william were incredible and she was addicted.

by the time he was pulling up outside her apartment, it was finally hitting her that he would be away for almost 2 weeks.

"william?"

"yes?" he killed the engine and turned to face her. "what's up?"

"i'm going to miss you while you're away. i don't even think i've missed mikael as much as this."

"i'm going to miss you too, y/n." he smiled. "i finally understand why mikael hated going on the longer trips. he hated being away from you for too long. and now i get it. you were very important to him. just as you are to everyone else on this team."

"how about you? am i important to you?"

"of course. you're honestly probably the most important person in my life, outside of my family. and it came as such a shock to me. i don't think i've ever cared this much about anyone before."

y/n reached across the console. "what time do you leave tomorrow?"

"really early. we have an afternoon game and have to be in florida before noon. so we'll probably be leaving around 5:30." he looked at her. "why?"

"i wanted to invite you inside for a bit. but you probably have to get home, pack and get some rest."

"i'm a fast packer. i can sleep on the plane in the morning." william smiled. "and it's not even 6:30 right now. we have time. if that's what you really want."

"i do." y/n got out of his car and waited for him to join her before she headed inside. he was right on her heels and as soon as they were inside her apartment, he wasted no time. his lips were on hers before she could mutter a single word.

y/n had originally planned to invite him in for a drink and maybe some dinner. but she didn't utter a single word as she tugged william down the hall to her bedroom. he made it impossible to deny him anything. but she loved it.

an hour later, after everything had progressed incredibly fast, y/n turned to look at the man next to her.

"you know, my plan was not to get you into bed so quickly. i know you wanted to take whatever this is," she gestured between them "slow. i apologize."

"it's okay." he smiled and played with her hair. "you don't have to apologize."

"but you wanted to take this slow. my original plan was to get you up here and maybe have a drink or some dinner. sex was not on my brain. not even for a second." she looked at him. "i'm not a girl who takes things slow. but i know that's what you do. i know i don't technically need to apologize, but that's also who i am. i apologize constantly and it can get annoying, i'm aware. so it's okay if you don't want to keep this going. i'll understand."

"will you just stop talking for a second?" william chuckled. "i'm an adult and i am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. fast or slow, it doesn't matter. i'd much rather experience life at every speed with you than experience it with anyone else." he held her face. "you are so unbelievably incredible and beautiful. and you don't have to worry. i wanted this. i know i said i wanted to take things slow, but that was only because it was the first date. it's all okay as long as you're here with me."

"i'm here. i'm always going to be here." y/n placed a soft kiss to william's lips.

"good to know." he smiled and moved to sit up. "before i go, there's something i need to ask you."

"what's that?"

"i just can't go on this road trip without having an answer."

"spit it out, eklund." y/n smiled as she began to get dressed.

"will you be my girlfriend? like, officially. publically and everything."

"i would love to." y/n walked over to him and kissed him. "you know, you're my first official boyfriend."

"am i actually?"

"yeah. i've been on a few dates with a few guys but nobody has ever asked me to be their girlfriend before. it's nice."

"i've never been a boyfriend before so at least we can do this together."

"i'm looking forward to this relationship even more now." y/n smiled and followed william to the door. "i can't believe i finally have a boyfriend and he's gonna be out of town for nearly two weeks."

"it's a good thing phones exist then, huh?" william kissed her nose and chuckled. "i'll call you as much as possible, i promise."

"and i will be watching every single game, cheering for you. wearing your jersey too."

"i hope it brings our team the luck we need. we haven't been doing so well lately."

"i know. but you'll do fine with these next 5 games. i just know it."

and sure enough, the sharks swept their road trip and came back winners.

y/n was waiting with a few of the teams wives and girlfriends. when she spotted william, she ran right to him.

"i told you that you guys were going to do fine." y/n smiled. "congrats on the hat trick in the 3rd game."

"couldn't have done it without the faith of my girlfriend." william smirked. the word caught the attention of the team and they all turned to watch the two.

"2 weeks and it still doesn't feel real." y/n couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. "i'm your girlfriend. i love it."

"i love you." william shocked himself. it had only been 2 weeks but he knew this was how he felt. he just wasn't aware he was going to blurt it out like that.

"i love you too, ekky." y/n smiled and pulled him in for a well deserved and long awaited kiss.

"wait a second." will and macklin were finally catching up to what was going on. "girlfriend?!?!"

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luciathcv · 1 year ago

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princess, is your hand okay? - psh

summary: your boyfriend doesn't like you doing school work so late at night || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 880

I sat at my desk, typing and writing away. I was currently working on a long project that I had due the next evening. I knew I could just do it tomorrow in the morning when I actually had some rest but I didn’t want to have to worry about it tomorrow so I opted for staying up late to work on it today. I mean, I technically had a lot of time to work on this but, what can I say, procrastination gets the best of me.

It was already nearly two in the morning and my lack of sleep was starting to get to me. My eyes were starting to hurt but not only my eyes, but my hand as well from how much writing I was doing.

I hissed as I dropped the pen onto the desk, grabbing my wrist with my other hand before I let go and started waving my hand around, trying to move my wrist and warm up the muscle.

Sunghoon had been laying on the bed the whole time but honestly I thought he had fallen asleep a while ago since I was so focused on my schoolwork. Little did I know, he had been awake this whole time, honestly fighting sleep as well.

When he saw me shake my wrist in pain for the nth time, he came over. He stood behind me as he gently grabbed my wrist, startling me. He smiled down at me as I looked up at him, who still held my wrist in his hand.

“Princess, is your hand okay?” He asked in a soft but definitely sleepy tone.

“It hurts.” I admit.

“That’s your sign that it’s time for bed. Come on, baby.” Sunghoon tells me, going to help me up but I stop him.

“No, I can’t. I need to get this done.” I told him.

He sighs, “Princess, how many times have I told you that you don’t have to do this. I’ll work for us. I’ll do it with no problem whatsoever. Seriously.”

I look down for a moment, “Hoon, I know… and I appreciate it but, I just want to have my degree just in case I change my mind and I want to work in the future.”

He gives me a small nod of acknowledgment, “I know, I know.” Sunghoon says as he stands beside me now. “How much more do you have?” He asks.

“One more section, then I’m done.” I told him.

“Fine. Finish it up, baby.” He says as he steps away from me and sits at the end of the bed.

Fifteen-ish minutes later and I’m finally finished. I click the “submit” button and close my laptop once I see that it went through. I get up and walk over to Sunghoon and he stands up.

He walks to my side of the bed with me, his hand on the small of my back as I get under the covers. He then gets on top of me and goes over me to get to his side of the bed. I giggle at his actions which makes him smile as he gets under the covers as well.

Once he’s comfortable under the covers, I get closer and rest my head against his shoulder. I feel his arm make it's way under and around me, pulling me closer as it rests on my hip.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, you know. You could’ve slept.” I softly tell him.

“I know.” He responds. “But I couldn’t have my princess staying up all by herself.” He then tells me as he gives me a cocky smile. “I’m just the best boyfriend ever, what can I say.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” I say with a smile as I nuzzle against him. “But that’s true.” I then shyly add.

Sunghoon doesn’t respond, he just smiles at my words. He knew that if he were to say anything in response to your words, you’d get all flustered and he couldn’t have that when you needed to sleep.

“You know that I was serious when I told you that you don’t have to do any of this, the college stuff, I mean. I’ll work for both of us. I have no problem with that. I know that college is hard.” Sunghoon tells me.

He had talked to me about this a few times before. I liked the idea of it but at the same time, although I wasn’t planning on working, I felt that I should get my bachelors just so that I always had it if I wanted to work in the future.

“I know. I want that. But I also feel like I should do this, at least.” I tell him and he understood where I was coming from as well.

“I’m proud of you, you know?” He tells me.

“Thank you.” I say, blushing a little. He was one of the only people in my life who told me that and I appreciated it. I really did.

“Now go to sleep, I’m tired, I know you’re tired, and it’s late.” Sunghoon says. I giggle as I nod, agreeing as I close my eyes. I feel him kiss my forehead before he shut his eyes as well, the both of us drifting to sleep almost instantly.

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trendywaifus · 1 year ago

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I just got the idea of Robin being a borderline insomniac while on tour because she misses the familiar safety of her lover having their arms wrapped around her and just got sad… I wanna squish her into a hug

no because i can imagine her leaving her s/o to go to tours and can barely fall asleep at night because she really misses you. especially when the tour is stressful, all she could think about is her fans, her younger self, and you. if robin can’t sleep, she’ll write a song about missing you and your touch. i can imagine the title being, that love is all there is or to wait an hour—is long.

robin wants to call you to hear the sound of your voice. she’d be hesitant if it’s like in the middle of the night but eventually she ends up tapping the call button and hopes you don’t (do!) answer.

the corners of her lips subconsciously curls at the sound of your raspy voice through the phone. “ robin? is something the matter, angel? why are you up so late? it’s almost 1am. “

“ nothing’s wrong, really. truthfully, i have trouble sleeping because i miss you, my muse. “ she admits softly and the other end falls silent for a brief moment.

“ i’ll accompany you on your tour tomorrow. i’m sorry i didn’t sooner. “

“ wait–please don’t trouble yourself in coming here in such a short amount of time. your voice over the phone is enough for me to— “

you cut her off, “ but it’s not for me. your health is my number one priority. you think i’ll stay here when my lover says she misses me and has trouble sleeping without me? nope. i’ll be here by tomorrow—well technically later today. “

robin’s chest blooms with warmth from the sincerity dripping from your voice. how did she get blessed with such a wonderful lover? “ okay, but please take your time, my love. also, let me know when you’re safely on the spaceplanes—and what time you believe you’ll make it here. i’ll do my best to arrive there on time to see you. “

“ sounds like the plan, baby. i love you, okay? just hang in there for me. “

she smiles grows wider, cheeks stained with red. “ i will. i love you too, my muse. rest well. “

when the call ends, robin presses her phone against her chest with a happy sigh.

fast forward later, you kept true to your words and touched down at the spaceport hours later on her tour planet. robin is there waiting for you in a disguise. she wore sunglasses, a black trench coat, and a hat that casts a shadow over her face. she flawlessly pulls off the mysterious and handsome look.

“ hey there, handsome. “ you whisper in her ear as you pull robin in your arms then softly squeezed her. she giggles sweetly and rests her chin on your shoulder, her body melting in your gentle hold as you swayed her side to side.

her home is in your arms and nothing can change that.

#trendy #robin x reader hsr

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meguchak · 8 months ago

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Awaiting their Rook

My Cousland, Hawke, and Lavellan waiting to find out who is going to join them TOMORROW!!!

(Well later today technically...)

Also mad respect to anyone that figured out their Rook early because I've been brainstorming for weeks and still have no idea what character will greet me after I sit in that character creator tomorrow iwbdjdkeo I'm nervous (but excited)

#dragon age the veilguard #veilguard #dragon age #dai #warden cousland #inquisitor lavellan #hawke da2 #my art #solavellan #dragon age rook #rook

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locsandletters · 6 months ago

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ᯓ catching flights; a.tchouameni

──one shot

pairing ➜ aurélien x black!fem!reader

word count ➜ 1k

warnings/notes ➜ none

summary ➜ rich boyfriend misses girlfriend, so rich boyfriend gets on a jet and flies from madrid to new york on a random tuesday.

it's almost 3 a.m. in madrid when aurélien gives up trying to sleep.

he's been restless, tossing and turning—the pillows on his king-sized bed seeming much too uncomfortable, the sheets that are usually soft and cozy now feeling much too cold, and the bed itself feeling far too large.

you're in new york. a work trip, two weeks, one of those things you'd both agreed to since you've been together long enough to respect each other's careers. and normally, aurélien is good with that. he'll text you, call you, maybe a video call here and there when time zones align. but tonight? tonight's different.

he rolls over again, checking the time, swearing under his breath at the glowing digits on his alarm clock. his team doesn't have training until later in the afternoon tomorrow, so it's not like he needs to be in bed right now. still, he knows better than to disrupt his sleep schedule. but everything in him is pulling towards you, toward that feeling of home you carry with you even when you're thousands of miles away.

and so, he grabs his phone, scrolling through your messages. the last one from you was a photo of a gloomy sky from your balcony, captioned with something insanely cheesy about how even the stars seem a little dimmer when he's not around. there's a time difference, sure. it's evening in new york, maybe 9 p.m., but he figures you're probably still up. so he sends a text.

"can i come over?"

he waits, fingers drumming against the side of his phone. twenty seconds later, you reply.

"baby... i’m in new york?"

aurélien smiles at the screen, imagining you sitting somewhere in your hotel room, maybe in bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media or flicking through channels on the tv.

"and?"

and. like it's that simple.

"and you're in madrid🤨. shouldn't you be asleep? you have practice tomorrow, no?"

he hesitates. because technically, yeah, he does have practice. but he also knows he can make that work. what's a little jet lag when it means seeing you? his mind is already racing ahead, planning the logistics, because this isn't just some passing feeling. no, this is him knowing that he needs to be with you tonight. and being aurélien tchouaméni — rich, successful, not exactly short on resources — he can make that happen.

"yeah. but i was thinking about coming to see you."

the series of question marks you send back make him laugh, but also, he knows you're going to try and talk him out of it.

"um, no. that's insane. you're insane."

he rolls his eyes, already pulling up the number for his assistant. a few strings pulled, a jet chartered, and it won't be long before he's on his way to you.

"maybe. but i miss you, and i need to see you.”

you don't respond for a minute, and he's worried he might've pushed a little too hard, that you'll tell him he's being unreasonable, that you're fine and he should just wait. but then, your message comes through.

"i’ll leave the door unlocked then."

he doesn't need to be told twice.

—

the sky is a dark purple when the jet lifts off. madrid's city lights flicker below as aurélien leans back in his seat, eyes fluttering shut for just a second, everything feeling like it's falling into place now that he's on his way to you.

he lets out a breath, long and heavy, as if the weight of missing you has been pressing on his chest since you left. and yeah, maybe this is impulsive. maybe he could've waited. but something about today—something about right now—makes him feel like he shouldn't have to.

by the time the jet touches down in new york, the sky is a deep, endless black. the city is alive, even in the dead of night, and aurélien can't help but feel a surge of energy when he steps out onto the tarmac. it's a little colder than madrid, a crispness in the air that bites at the edges of his jacket as he waits for his car to pull up. but he doesn't care. none of that matters because you're here, in this city, somewhere not far from him.

you're not expecting him to get there as fast as he does, so when the knock comes on your door just before midnight, your heart stumbles in your chest. you shuffle to the door, glancing through the peephole just to be sure, and there he is — standing in your hallway with a louis vuitton duffel bag slung over his shoulder and that familiar smile on his face.

you pull the door open and he steps inside before you can even register it, strong arms pulling you right into his chest. his lips brush your temple as he exhales deeply, and for a second, the rest of the world falls away. there's no work trip, no distance. just you and aurélien.

"hi baby," he says, so casually, as if he hadn't just flown halfway across the world in the middle of the night just to see you.

you pull back, looking up at him with that smile, the one that makes his knees weak, and he grins down at you. he doesn't wait for you to say anything before he's leaning down, kissing you like he's making up for every second you've been apart, like his body's been starved for the taste of you.

and maybe you roll your eyes at him after, maybe you'll scold him later for the wild impulsiveness of it all, but right now? you just kiss him back, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you lose yourself in him. because maybe you needed this too. maybe this wasn't just about him missing you, but about you missing him just as much.

"i can't believe you actually came," you say, voice muffled against his chest as he pulls you closer, his goatee brushing against your bonnet.

he chuckles softly, the sound echoing through you. "missed you too much."

he pulls back just enough to look at you, thumb tracing your jawline before he leans in again, stealing another kiss, softer this time, as if savouring the feeling of being right where he's supposed to be.

because consequences be damned — all aurélien knows is that when it comes to you, he'll always find a way to close the distance. no matter how far.

and later, when you're curled up in bed together, your head resting against his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep, aurélien lies awake for just a little longer. the city hums quietly beyond the hotel window, and he knows he's got a long day ahead of him when he flies back.

but none of that matters right now.

because you're here and he's here, and that's enough.

it's more than enough.

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catladyoftheyr · 1 year ago

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Too Sweet Ch. 4

Ch: (1) (2) (3) (5)

Harvey x Gn reader

Summary: you stumble upon Harvey leaving Caroline’s dance aerobics class and startle him. He accidentally drops his dumbbells on your foot and has to patch you up <3

Word count: 1.6

A/n: vhs because in my heart stardew is set in the 90s. Also he can lift you because his dance aerobics class is WORKING OKAY lmaooo I just thought it was cute 🥰

You woke up groggy, regretting the decision to pack light when you moved to the Valley. You missed your coffee maker. You desperately wanted to roll over, to pull the sheets back over your head and sleep for just 5 more minutes. But you knew yourself well enough that 5 minutes would turn into 20. You had animals to feed and crops to tend to. You dragged yourself out of bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before sliding your feet into your work shoes. Getting dressed could wait, you decided.

The summer air was muggy and you knew that sooner rather than later your clothes would start to stick and your hair would start to frizz. You let the animals out to graze and deftly avoided stepping on any chickens while you made your way over to the new barn you'd commissioned from Robin. A small calf poked her head out of the barn door and mooed. “Good morning to you too, Daisy.” You gave her a gentle pet on the head and she nuzzled back affectionately.

The barn and the calf had drained the last of your money. You’d have to sell directly to Pierre today if you wanted cash to buy any more seeds. You dressed for the day and headed back outside to assess what you could sell. You’d managed to craft some rudimentary sprinklers after finding a book full of blueprints your grandfather had left behind. It saved watering time, but you still had to harvest everything manually. You arranged a large basket full of everything you could part with before heading into town.

The bell on the door rang as you walked into the general store. Pierre greeted you as you set the large basket on the counter. “You’re selling today?”

“I need more seeds and tomorrow’s Wednesday.” It wasn’t technically a lie. You just omitted the fact that you were flat broke as well.

“Well I’m happy to help out. It’ll be great to have some fresh from the farm produce to offer.” Pierre took his time examining the goods you’d brought, carefully placing each item on the counter and punching numbers into his calculator. You made idle chit chat as the women from Caroline’s dance aerobics class began to file out into the store. You told Marnie that the calf was settling in just fine, thanked Robin again for her hard work on your barn. Emily told you what she was getting Gus for his birthday and overheard Jodi ask Caroline what she should make for dinner. You heard Pierre announce your total and you exchanged most of your meager earnings for seeds, pocketing the rest. You were turning to leave when you saw one more person enter the store from the house. Was that…. Harvey?

You rubbed your eyes thinking you might have made a mistake, but this town was small and that was definitely the local doctor standing there. He held a pair of small dumbbells, and you noticed sweatbands on his wrists and forehead. He wore a pair of small shorts and a t-shirt boasting what you assumed was his alma mater. You walked over to say hello and tapped him playfully on the shoulder. Harvey spun around, seemingly frightened by the unexpected touch. He dropped the dumbbells in surprise and you felt them land directly on your foot. You swore and jumped back, hopping on your good foot.

“I’m so sorry!” You both shouted in unison, apologizing to the other for different things. “I didn’t mean to startle you-“

“Your foot!”

“I think it’s okay really. I should head home.”

“You should let me examine it. The clinic is next door.” Harvey’s face displayed genuine concern, and you were secretly worried that your foot was broken. You relented, hoping the injury wasn’t going to impact your farm work. You turned around to head outside and winced as soon as you put pressure on the bad foot. You inhaled sharply and tried to find a way to walk. Harvey took notice of your efforts and wrapped one arm around your waist while draping one of yours across his shoulders. “Let me help you.”

You’d never been this close. You felt your face flush and hoped he wouldn’t notice. The act of chivalry seemed to come so naturally to him. You made your way to the clinic slowly, relishing the feeling of his arm on your waist. Harvey helped you through the doors of the clinic, allowing you to sit down on a bench in his waiting room. “Thank you” you whispered as you adjusted your positioning.

“It’s the least I could do. I can’t apologize enough for what happened. Now let’s take a look.” Harvey was especially gentle as he knelt in front of you; He unlaced your shoes, sliding off the sock of the injured foot. He pursed his lips as he examined you.

“I’m sorry I startled you. I just wasn’t expecting to see you today; at least not in Caroline’s group.”

“You need to stop apologizing.” Harvey fell silent for a moment, contemplating his next words. “I joined as a way to try and stay active. I’m not as young as I once was; it’s getting harder to stay In shape.” His face had a hint of flush to it as he spoke. You wouldn’t dream of saying it, but you found it incredibly endearing. You also couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. Harvey typically wore slacks and blazers. You trailed your vision down the lines of his arms and imagined running your fingers over the veins. His legs had a considerable amount of hair and you traced it as it disappeared under the hem of his shorts. His physique reminded you of someone’s dad, you could picture him wearing socks and sandals and denim shorts while he stood behind a grill.

“I think it’s nice that you’re making the decision to do what’s healthy. And all the women in that group are really nice. Caroline gives me some tea leaves from the bushes in her sunroom. You picked good friends.”

“Thank you. Can you promise me you won’t tell anyone else, though? Word spreads fast in small towns. I’m not ready for everyone to know about this.” His face flushed deeper, a clear shade of red now.

“I promise.” You extended your arm toward him and stuck out the pinky on your hand. “I pinky swear it.” Harvey chuckled and smiled at you before hooking his own pinky in yours and shaking hands.

Turning his focus back to your door he frowned as he felt around it gently. Even the soft touches hurt and you hissed quietly when he hit an especially sore spot. He prompted you through rotations and flexes before rising to his feet. “The good news is it’s not broken. But it’s bruised pretty badly. The swelling should go down significantly in a couple hours and you should be able to work on it tomorrow. But you need to stay off it for the rest of the day if you want it to heal. I’ll wrap it for you in a second, but you should probably ice and elevate it as well.”

The doctor disappeared behind the doors and you heard the sounds of drawers and cupboards opening and closing. You sighed and shook your head while you tried to stop the montage of scenes from today from replaying in your mind. Images of Harvey in athletic shorts, his smile as he linked pinkies, how his hands felt on you, and the look on his face when he saw you in Pierre’s swirled around your brain. Your daydreams were interrupted when Harvey emerged holding materials to wrap your foot. He worked deftly, the years of experience showing as he wrapped the fabric around you in record time. He let out a small sigh as he finished.

“You’re all set. However as your doctor I am strongly recommending that you don’t try to walk home on that foot yet. You could delay your recovery and risk further damage. Now as your friend, I’m proposing that you can come upstairs and watch a movie to stay off your feet.”

“I don’t think I can climb the stairs…”

“Leave it to me” Harvey leaned forward and swept you into his arms in one smooth motion, holding you bridal style. You gasped as your legs dangled in the air and giggled as he began to ascend the stairs carrying you. You leaned in closer, seizing the opportunity to press yourself against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he finagled the door to his apartment open. You breathed in deeply through your nose, trying to hold onto his scent before he set you down on his couch. He pulled his coffee table closer to the couch to allow you to rest and elevate your foot.

The doctor strode to a shelf near the tv that held an extensive collection of VHS tapes. He hummed as he browsed through the titles before selecting one. He popped the tape into the VCR. He settled onto the couch next to you, close enough that you could feel the fabric of his t-shirt against your arm. The movie was in black and white, definitely a classic. “I put in The Zuzu City Express. It’s one of my favorites” Harvey explained almost sheepishly. You hadn’t picked him as a film buff.

You tried to focus on the film, but the truth is you were exhausted from the stressful day. Harvey’s arm was draped across the back of the couch. You let your head fall onto his shoulder. He made no effort to move you, no indication that the action was unwanted. You relaxed and a yawn escaped. Your eyelids grew heavier as you tried harder to pay attention to the movie. Harvey’s arm moved to rest across the back of your neck, his hand falling on your shoulder as you drifted off.

#stardew fanfiction #stardew valley fanfiction #harvey x farmer #harvey x reader #sdv harvey #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #harvey fluff #harvey stardew valley #my writing

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