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SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - P4L

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[3k] Two weeks since John B and Sarah have been gone and the pogues decide it's time for a proper memorial to say goodbye, but an impulsive gesture leaves two of the four remaining pogues heads spinning.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, unestablished relationship/unrequited love (Pope x Kiara), mentions of child abuse/neglect, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ This is where things get a little tricky. Also, tumblr decided to kick me out of my mf account so thats why this is like 2 days late instead of one, I DID NOT LIE TO YALL😭 and sorry if this chapter moves a little fast

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“RISE AND SHINE, BLONDIE.” You whispered in the sleeping boy’s ear. JJ immediately slapped a harsh palm over his ear, effectively slapping himself and waking himself up, groaning in pain as you stood by giggling.

“Fuck you.” He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, Marley emerging next to him from under the covers. You tilted your head at the dog, scoffing.

“You do know that is my dog, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at a sleepy-eyed JJ who simply looked at the animal over his shoulder before turning back to you and shrugging with a sly smile on his face.

“Not anymore. Her real owner gives her bacon and she loves it.” He retorted, throwing an arm over Marley and pulling her into his side as he rubbed the top of her head. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

You rolled your eyes, your bare feet patting against the hardwood floors of The Chateau as you left the room, calling over your shoulder. “Then her real owner can clean up the aftermath when she vomits it out because she refuses to chew.” You reprimanded playfully, sliding your slippers onto your feet that were sat by the front door. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Pope and Kie should be here soon. And I bought more cereal, it’s above the fridge.” You called out before going out onto the porch, letting the door shut behind you, the screen rattling.

Today marked two weeks since John B and Sarah disappeared.

Pope and Kiara had finally made time in their schedules to do a proper send off. Not that you blamed them — Kiara’s parents wanted her as far away from the pogues as possible, with you being a semi-exception. They’d swamped her with work after school at The Wreck, working from the time school ended until the street lights came on. The weekends were no different, with the addition of taking the car away, only allowing her to drive it on the weekdays to and from school.

Heyward had Pope doing grocery run after grocery run, as well catching some of the seafood supply himself. Pope didn’t mind though, he was working on repairing his relationship with his parents after everything that happened. Things seemed to be looking up, Heyward didn’t scowl when you all came around anymore and his mother started to greet you all again. They were easing up on the restrictions, too — allowing Pope to drive the car again and be out past ten.

You and JJ had been managing — he was taking small, odd jobs here and there. Mowing lawns, fixing cars just to keep the lights on and the water running. You did what you could — sneaking into your house, only once or twice, to take some necessities and things to sell. You’d managed to pawn off a good chunk of your mother’s jewelry and some things you didn’t need anymore. It was enough to keep you both fed and clean.

Life was starting to seem okay again. It didn’t seem like there was such a large storm cloud over you and your friends anymore. Now, you just all felt an emptiness when you were together, which was probably why you weren’t together as much anymore.

School was…well, school. You and JJ hadn’t been since it happened. No adults to force you to go, right? Pope and Kie had been a few times, but their parents allowed them some time to themselves occasionally.

Despite everything, today was the first day you all would be hanging out as a full group again. The Chateau always looked a mess but admittedly, you and JJ hadn’t been helping the place to look any better. The porch was littered with beer bottles, soda cans, snack wrappers. Things that had been piling up from your late night talks.

Grabbing a plastic bag, you started gathering all of the trash and throwing it inside, the space already looking better.

“SO, HOW ARE WE DOING THIS EXACTLY?” Kiara asked, hands in her pockets as she stood in front of the big tree, next to Pope. The sun was starting to set, casting a low, orange hue over the backyard.

She and Pope had arrived not too long ago, the gathering not being as lively as it used to be. Less smiles, less laughs. There was small talk and a few jokes here and there but it just seemed so forced, as if no one wanted to say “let’s just get this over with”.

The group had been divided, although none of you would admit it aloud. It seemed as if Pope and Kiara did their thing, while you and JJ did yours.

“We could just carve it. Might take a while, though…” Pope pitched, rubbing his hands over the top of his head and shifting his weight.

“I mean, we got all day.” JJ shrugged simply, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “I say we carve this baby up.” He shrugged, hiking up the toolbox in his hand, the metal objects inside rattling, and walking to the forefront of the group. You walked up beside him, looking up with your hands in your back pockets. “Care to do the honors?” He smiled down at you, flicking out a pocket knife in your direction.

Taking the object from his hand, you faced the large, loud live oak tree and began carving the initials of your fallen friend into the wood.

THREE HOURS AND TWO BEERS LATER AND THE TREE WAS CARVED AND BRANDED. A tan-colored, heart-shaped splotch in the center.

2003 2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

After you’d finished carving, JJ had done the honors of engraving the words with a heated piece of metal, burning the words forever into the oak. The four of you raised a beer to John B, hoping that he could feel you wherever he was.

You’d branched off afterwards, something that never happened before but you’d grown accustomed to the odd dynamic between the group now. You all tried your hardest to ignore it or remedy it but it was useless.

Pope was sitting on a log, staring at the fire JJ had started. JJ was swinging in the hammock as you made your way over to Kiara, who was sitting on the steps of The Chateau.

“Hey. You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to the girl as she took a sip of her beer, humming in response.

“As alright as I can be, I guess.” She replied almost despondently. You were all grieving in your own ways but something about Kiara’s grief didn’t seem like grief. It was like she was dealing with some other conflicting emotions on top of it all. “You and JJ have been keeping this place up, huh? I can actually see wood on the floor.” She joked lightly.

You chuckled in response. “Yeah... yeah, we’re trying. The place is one kick away from collapsing but it’s a home, nonetheless.”

“Have you been home? Since…” You nodded your head at the girl’s question, staring down at your sneakers.

“...Once or twice just to steal some shit to pawn off. I don’t really care for anything in that house anymore. Or anyone…” Kiara simply drew her lips into a thin line, nodding silently with no clue as to how to continue the conversation. So, you took the initiative for her. “How’ve you been? With your parents? Pope?”

She just grimaced and shrugged, playing with the rim of the open beer bottle. “They’re... going, I suppose. My parents don’t even know I’m here right now. If they did…” She trailed off, scoffing. “And Pope, I don’t know. He’s sweet, he’s just not…” She trailed off once again, but this time it was like she knew what she wanted to say but it was almost as if she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She seemed weary, hesitant — eyes fleeting between your own and the blades of grass beneath her feet. “Whatever. Forget it. Me and Pope are figuring it out, I guess. I’m trying to give it a chance.”

“That’s good.” You smiled smally, nodding absentmindedly. “If it helps, he really does like you. So, even if you two don’t work out, just let him down easy. He’s our friend and a really good guy.” She simply nodded, taking another swig of her beverage and looking out into the distance. Suddenly, she was standing from the steps, hands on her knees.

“I’m gonna go get another beer...” She sighed before walking back inside.

Maybe you were reading too much into it but Kiara’s grief was seeming more like a cold shoulder...

“YOU WARM ENOUGH, POPE?” You inquired, sitting next to the boy on the log, him shooting you a small smile before returning his gaze to the flames in front of him. The fire casting an amber glow over his skin, making his eyes seem browner, almost softer.

“Yeah, a little too hot.” He chuckled lightly, leaning back further onto the wooden seat, placing his hands behind him for support. “...I meant to ask, is JJ okay? Like, actually?” He asked with a bit of hesitance, eyeing the blonde swaying calmly on the hammock. You followed his sights, spotting JJ swaying lowly before turning back to Pope.

“He’s…doing better than I expected. But that goes for all of us, I suppose.” You offered honestly. “Why’d you ask?” You questioned, to which Pope shrugged one shoulder before replying.

“I know John B was a really big part of his life. If I was as close as those two, I don’t know how I’d feel. I know we haven’t been around much, Kie and I, but he just seems…too calm.” You didn’t know how to tell Pope that JJ was far from fine. That you’d hear him crying at night, muffled as he tried to wake you not knowing that you couldn’t sleep knowing he was outside the door crying and you couldn’t do anything to comfort him.

You’d tried asking him about it yourself. He simply acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about and you weren't one to push him. Not now, at least.

“He’s handling it all in his own way.” You reassured with mild uncertainty. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. How are you, though?”

The boy drew his lips into a thin line, tilting his head to the side in thought before shrugging and looking out at the fire in front of him. “I…don’t know.” He struggled out, almost as if he wasn’t completely sure of the words but also unsure if he was truly unsure. His brown eyes met yours, slightly glassed over with frustrated tears. “I really just don’t know.”

You gave him a pitiful smile before scooting closer and throwing your arm over his shoulders. The two of you sat in warm, content silence. In all your time of knowing Pope, he was never either fully closed off or openly emotional. He was the definition of a ticking time bomb — bottling everything up until he reached a certain breaking point. But this time, you’d figured he’d had all the meltdowns he could.

AS YOU APPROACHED THE HAMMOCK, another figure became clear next to JJ’s — Marley curled up in a sleeping ball of fur next to the blonde. You chuckled under your breath at the sight, nudging the swing with your knee to prompt JJ to open his eyes. The boy peeked one eye open before the other, eyes fleeting the yard at Pope and Kiara’s frames talking at the bonfire before returning to yours.

You took a seat on the grass in front of the hammock, looking up at JJ as he made the small effort to turn on his side to look down at you without disturbing the peaceful animal beside him.

“Done being the group therapist?” He yawned, pushing the blonde locs of hair out of his face. You simply shrugged, rubbing a hand across your forehead.

“Yeah, my office is closed.” You sighed, leaning back on your palms — small pebbles and mulch chips digging into them but you were too tired to care. “But you know I’m always willing to listen for you.” You said playfully, shooting the blonde a wink. He giggled in response, leaning forward in the hammock with one hand clutching it for support.

“You promised no pushing.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not pushing.” You assured, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m just... politely suggesting that you open up to your best friend, is all.” You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to pick at your nails.

“Right...how about we do a little switch-a-roo then, hm?” He threw out, shifting around once more in the hammock, eyes piercing yours. “How have you been? With everything. Bree, your mom…” He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours even though you avoided eye contact the moment he started listing issues. “I mean, The Chateau is nothing compared to your beachfront palace in Kooklandia. You gotta miss it sometimes. You’re telling me you never think about goin' home?”

You snarled, shrugging off his statement. “This is my home.” You declared, drifting your eyes upwards to connect with his, the amber glow of the bonfire making his eyes appear more green-toned than blue. “I never wanted to move to Figure Eight in the first place. I didn’t care about the ocean view or the fact that our living room and kitchen didn’t have to be one room anymore.” You explained, drawing shapes into the dirt. “I feel safe here.” You muttered. “I feel safer with you guys...”

He simply hummed and nodded in agreement. “I get that.” He sighed. “I feel the same about my house. I don’t really care that all my shit is there and that I have to sneak back and forth to get what I need. My dad… he makes me hate that house. And I hate myself for being able to hate the house because of him but not being able to hate him.”

“He’s your dad, though. It’s understandable. You feel like you should love him no matter what.”

“...Do you hate your mom?” You paused your drawing in the dirt to peer up at JJ through your lashes, his eyes wide and wondering. The question caused you to feel a way you’d never felt before. It was such a loaded question and even with everything that happened, you figured the answer should be easy but...it wasn’t. Saying that you hated your mother felt like venom on your tongue. Even if you knew you had every right to say that you did.

“No.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “But, it’s like, I don’t love her either. I just…don’t recognize her anymore. In my eyes, she’s not my mother. But in my heart, she is and always will be. And I hate that.”

The two of you fell into silence after that, the only sound being cicadas and crickets. You directed your gaze up to the sky, counting the stars and silently acknowledging constellations while JJ kicked one leg out to swing the hammock gently as he stared up as well.

You figured the conversation ended there. It was getting late and you’d scored a babysitting gig for tomorrow that was paying good money. So, you figured heading to bed now was ideal because being late wasn't. You sighed, hands slapping your knees as you stood up with a groan, stretching as JJ’s eyes drifted to your frame.

“Well, I think my social battery has officially died.” You yawned, stepping closer to the blonde to ruffle his fluffy head of hair. “Night, blond-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before JJ’s hand was wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you down until your faces were just centimeters apart, him taking the opportunity to connect your lips with his, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck.

Your eyes went impossibly wide as the blonde pressed his lips to yours firmly, his eyes closed blissfully. A normal, friendly reaction would be to push him away, to say that you shouldn’t be doing this. But the way he was kissing you..

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

From the way his fingers dug into your skin to the amount of force he was using to hold you in place.

Something in you suddenly relaxed, allowing you to close your own eyes and move your lips to kiss him back. Your lips moved in perfect sync with his for the moment. But you figured it would be nothing but. This was JJ, your best friend. He knew you like the back of his-

Oh. Oh, God. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing JJ.

You pulled back so fast you nearly stumbled over your own feet, head whipping around in panic to find Kie and Pope still engulfed in their own conversation before turning back to the starstruck blonde in front you. His hair was messy and his lips were swollen with a deep shade of red blooming within the lower one. His own blue eyes were wide but you didn’t know for what reason.

You just looked at each other with an unknown expression. Terror? Confusion?

Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, panting in panic. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest prompting you to adjust the neckline of your top away from your throat, the material suddenly feeling constricting.

You didn’t know what else to do so you did the only thing you could do.

Swallowing harshly and touching your aching, wet lips, you swiftly walked off in the direction of The Chateau. The last thing you heard was JJ call out your name one, heart aching time before the door of The Chateau closed behind you.

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mountttmase · 4 months

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Winter Sun - Chapter 5

Note - lil early treat as the game is on tomorrow. this is probably one of my favourites so I’m super excited for you guys to read it. Once again thank you sm for being so lovely I just adore you guys 🥺 also I added in a anons suggestion last minute I hope you like it 🤭 and feedback is appreciated as always 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6.1k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

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You didn’t know if the heat was getting to Mason, but he could barely keep his hands off of you as the week went on.

Every night the pair of you ended up in one of the others room to let off some steam and you were beginning to wonder how you’d survive without him when the holiday finished. Even during the day he’d try and sneak you off if he could. Pretending you’d gone for a nap or to make a call so he could quickly make the pair of you cum and you couldn’t lie, you were having the time of your life.

It wasn’t just the sex though. He was right, you were his for the week and no matter where you were or what you were doing he was practically glued to your side. You were having the best week with him and all your friends and the little arrangement only made it even better.

You kept to your side of the deal too, making him breakfast and lunch if he wanted it. Treating him to ice cream when you were out even when he refused and making sure he always had his sun cream on but you knew he was secretly loving being taken care of in this way. Often finding him staring at you longingly as you made him something to eat like he wanted to pull you in and not let you go.

You felt good. Better than good, you felt wanted and needed and even though you both promised that the friendship came first and no feelings would be involved you noticed you’d started to slip.

You thought about him constantly when he wasn’t around, only feeling truly content when he was next to you and you felt yourself becoming in tune with the way he acted towards you. One misplaced glance or change in the tone of his voice had you spiralling but you were too afraid to say anything to him in case you made a fool of yourself so you kept it in. Trying to be as relaxed as possible around him.

You’d had a great week by all accounts though, getting drunk in the evening and soaking up the sun in the day and before you knew it there were only a few days left. Today was a little different though as you were meant to be having a girls day and Carly had arranged for the four of you to go pottery painting whilst the boys had their own thing going on but when you left you realised they were coming with you. Ben explaining that due to the weather their speedboat experience had been cancelled so they were tagging along to paint with you.

‘I’ve never done pottery painting, I don’t think I’ll be any good’ you told Mason as you all approached the building. Him holding the door open for you and you smiled as you walked passed him.

‘You decorate your cakes all fancy though, surely you can’t be too bad’

‘I guess we’ll have to wait and see’ you winked. Joining everyone else as a sweet older lady explained what you had to do.

Once she was done you were all allowed to go and pick your pottery, and once again you felt Mason brush up besides you as you looked for something to paint.

‘What are you thinking of painting?’ You asked him, eyes scanning the shelves for something exciting and you watched as he picked up a small stubby sort of vase before sending you a wink.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know’ he laughed before turning on his heel and making his way over to sit with the rest of the boys. Leaving you stumped before turning back to your only other hope.

‘Carly? Whar are you painting?’

‘Gonna paint Ben a mug I think, and maybe a little bowl for my cereal’ she mused, grabbing the biggest bowl she could see before taking it back to the girls table. You watched with a smile, knowing how much she loved her cookie crisp but your eyes were soon wandering over to Mason like they always did.

In the end you picked up a mug, wanting to paint Mason something too and then a mug for yourself before joining the girls. Sitting and gossiping as you let your creative juices flow and even though you were trying your hardest to paint something nice for Mason your lines were all wobbly and you thought it looked silly but you hoped it liked it.

For your own mug you decorated it with little strawberries and daisies, this coming out a little better than Masons but you were clearly taking too long as the girl’s had gone to join the boys to show off what they’d made as you were finishing up.

‘That's pretty’ Mason smiled, taking up the seat next to you. ‘The mugs not too bad either’

‘Oh hush it you’ you laughed. Secretly enjoying his compliments and you knew you were blushing as much as you tried to hide it.

‘Sorry, but it’s true, I am a bit concerned though. Please don’t tell me you’ve spent this whole time doing that’

‘Of course not’ you laughed, nodding your head to the side and you watched his eyes light up at the Spider-Man mug you’d painted for him. ‘I know it’s not great but I thought it might look good on your mug tree I got you’ you laughed, referring to the one you’d got him as a house warming gift and you watched his eyes soften as they flickered back between you and the mug.

‘You painted that for me?’

‘Of course. Just another little thank you of mine’ you teased but you could tell he was touched that you’d made something for him.

‘I guess I should show you what I did’ he laughed, a nervous expression on his face as he went to retrieve his item but you were more than confused when he set it down in front of you.

This looked nothing like the vase he’d picked up before. It was covered in little hearts of all shapes and sizes, pretty flowers and a few cupcakes hidden in here and there plus a slightly bigger pink heart that had gwen Stacey’s pink mask inside. Making you smile as you recalled all the times you’d spent watching it together and you loved the way both of yours tied in together without you meaning it too.

You were just about to ask what it was when you noticed the word tips carefully written in a fancy font on the front and your eyes shot up to his nervous ones.

‘It’s for your bakery. Thought it might look nicer than the coffee jar you’ve got sat by the till’ he laughed and your heart melted instantly.

‘Oh Mase’ you laughed. Dropping your brush and pulling him in for a hug and he held you back just as tightly. Tucking his head into your neck as he was a little shy and your heart thumped at how lovely he had been.

‘Bit of luck I painted something for you now huh?’ You laughed. Pulling back to look at his flushed face before his eyes darted to the Spider-Man mug in between you.

‘I’ll treasure it forever’ he laughed before helping you pick everything up and take it over to where everyone else’s were. The lady let you know they’d take around a week to be finished and you all wrote your addresses down for each piece before going to grab a quick lunch so you could get back to the villa. The weather now changing and after your busy morning and early afternoon, all you could think about was heading over to your chair and blocking out the rest of the world.

Well everyone but Mason at least.

He was still in the kitchen grabbing himself a drink, promising to follow you outside shortly to join you and with a quick, sneaky pinch to his bum you took the few steps from the kitchen to outside.

‘You coming in, y/n?’ Ben called, motioning his head into the pool as you walked around the edge towards you but you shook your head. Heading straight for the lounge chair you’d claimed as your own so you could get set up with your book however Ben seemed to be having different ideas. Stopping you in your tracks with his hands on your shoulders and the cheeky smile on his face unnerved you. ‘Come on, I haven’t seen you in there once this week’

‘So? I don’t want to’

‘But you have to, it’s the rules’ he laughed, turning you so you were now facing away from him, his chest pressed against your back as he bent slightly before lifting you from the floor.

‘Chilly I swear to god, put me down’ you shrieked, voice full of fear but you could tell he thought it was all hilarious. Swinging you from side to side as you thrashed and kicked your legs, your breaths short and sharp like you couldn’t take enough air in and as your eyes began to sting from fear you couldn’t help but let out a frightened whimper.

‘No can do, everyone needs to go for a swim or you can’t say you’ve had a proper holiday’ he laughed, swinging you back one final time before launching you into the water.

Everyone’s laughter and cheering was suddenly silenced, all you could hear was a rushing noise as you tried to fight your way to safety. You didn’t know what way was up and what was down and the more you struggled the more lost you became. Your lungs burning as you resisted the urge to open your mouth and scream but you were so frightened you didn’t know what else to do.

I’m gonna die, the only thought that was rushing through your head but the sudden feeling of someone’s arms around your waist as they dragged you up and back to the real world knocked the wind out of you.

You were gasping for breath instantly, your hands gripping onto someone’s strong shoulders as you tried to calm your aching lungs before you felt their hand on you back so they could pull you into them. Your arms snaked around their neck as you hid your head into them and they rubbed up and down soothingly to try and relax you before pulling you flush against them with their lips to your ear.

‘It’s okay, you’re safe now. I’ve got you, yeah? I promise it’s alright’

‘Mase’ you whimpered, booming coughs erupting from you as you clung to him even tighter. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you to his chest tightly and you knew you were going to be fine.

‘I know, Muffin. I promise I’ve got you’ he told you gently as he slowly walked you to the steps of the pool, gently walking you out whilst you clung to him like a koala and once you were up the steps and on the side you let yourself slide down his body so you could stand on your own. You could feel him start to pull back, probably wanting to check you were okay but you were having none of it. Small sobs now poring from you as you realised you were okay, the shock of it all finally hitting you and the embarrassment of everyone having seen you flapping about like a wet fish made you hold him even tighter as you cried into his neck.

‘Y/n I-‘ Ben started from behind you but Mason was quick to cut him off for you.

‘Don’t, Ben. Just don’t’

‘I didn’t-‘

‘Ben I swear to god if you don’t fuck off right now’ Mason growled, his body going stuff as he pulled you impossibly closer to his body. ‘I mean what the fuck were you thinking?’ He roared, but you didn’t want to start and argument so you pulled back in the hopes he’d look at you. He looked furious, cheeks flushed as his brows pitched together and you could feel the anger pouring from him but you watched his expression soften at the sight of you.

‘Can we just go inside’ you whispered through your tears and without so much a look in Bens direction, Mason lead you into the kitchen and away from everyone else before picking you up by your thighs and placing you on the counter.

‘Are you okay?’ He whispered, holding you by the jaw so she could get a good look at you and even though you were still crying and taking in strangled breaths you nodded your head. ‘What happened?’

‘H-he threw me I-in. I p-panicked’ you stuttered out before he pulled you back into his chest so you could calm down. You knew you were fine but your heart was still beating out of your chest and you were thankful you had Mason to grip onto.

Once you were calm again you pulled back to look at him, a soft concerned expression on his face as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead and you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that traveled over your arms at the gesture. His touch was grounding you more than you thought it would but the feel of his lips on your skin made you feel even better.

‘You really don’t like the water do you?’ He asked softly, a small smile on his lips and you shook your head softly as you rubbed at your eyes. ‘Can you swim?’ He questioned gently and you took a nervous gulp before answering.

‘No’ you whispered, wanting to look away out of embarrassment but his non judgemental stare settled you and your carried on looking into his gentle eyes.

‘Y/n’ he sighed, but you could tell there was smile behind his voice as he slightly scolded you. ‘You need to tell me things like that. How am I supposed to look after you if I don’t know?’

‘Sorry’ you chuckled but he just shook his head before pulling you back into his embrace.

‘It’s alright. Just as long as you’re okay’ he mumbled, pulling back to look at you and you sent him a reassuring smile.

‘I’ll be fine’

‘Good’ he laughed before dropping his head to press a light kiss to your lips.

You froze, that’s against the rules being your first thought but he didn’t seem to be reacting in any way so you kept your cool and acted like what he’d just done was normal even though it was anything but.

‘Do you fancy going out for a bit? We can head to the beach rather than hanging here, I just know if I see Ben I’m likely to throttle him’ he joked, squeezing your waist lightly and you agreed, still a little embarrassed about the whole thing so you let him help you down so you could quickly leave.

You tried to be quick, drying yourself off and changing into a new bikini and a pair of shorts before chucking on an over shirt and trainers snd meeting Mason in the hall outside your rooms.

He was dressed in shorts and a tank, clearly throwing his own outfit together pretty hastily but looking at him still made your knees weak. The fact he’d have his tattoos on show for you today too made your tummy flip so when he held out his hand you took it straight away before he led you outside and thankfully you didn’t see anyone on the way out. Following Mason with your head down and once you were out he steered you towards the main town.

‘Thought we could have a walk on the beach maybe? Or look round some shops?’

‘Sounds perfect’ you smiled, squeezing his hand gently as you followed him down.

You arrived at the shops first, the pair of you looking at all the trinkets and souvenirs before Mason asked if you’d like to play a game and you looked up at Mason with a confused expression.

‘Whenever me and my family go away we get each other a magnet’ he told you, head motioning inside one of the tourist shops at a giant wall of magnets. ‘You go in here, I’ll go into the shop opposite and we can buy each other one. You know, one that reminds us of the other’ he explained but your silence made his face falter. ‘Or if that’s weird we can just-‘

‘No Mason I love it’ you giggled, squeezing his hand before letting go. ‘I’ll meet you out here in a sec yeah?’

‘Okay’ he nodded shyly before you both went in separate directions. There were a few you were considering but in the end you picked up one that looked like a rooster as it reminded you of Nando’s and you’d seen them everywhere this week and once you’d picked up a few more things for people back home, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Carly’s name flashing up on your screen and you felt nervous instantly. She wasn’t around when the pool fiasco happened and you knew she was probably worrying where you were.

You met him outside where he was looking at you with a cheeky smile before quickly swapping the little paper bags they were hidden in, both bursting into fits of giggles when you saw you’d bought each other the same one.

‘You fancy a walk on the beach? We can stay away from the water if you want’ he smiled but you just laughed and took his outstretched hand. Walking along the shore as he intwinted his fingers with yours.

It all felt so surreal, getting caught up in the moment even though you know you shouldn’t have, but the way he was acting so soft and caring with you made your heart flutter and you had to remind yourself often that he was still just your friend.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his phone out his his pocket before seemingly trying to take a picture of the sand in front of you and you were confused as to what he was doing until he threw a peace sign up in the air, looking down to see his shadow on the sand so you joined in as he took a few more. Both giggling away until he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his side before popping a kiss on your forehead and snapping a picture.

You looked up at him carefully, his bright eyes looking down into yours and the urge to kiss him was stronger than ever. He beat you to it though, planting another illegal kiss on your lips softly before taking your hand again so you could carry on walking.

‘You feeling better now, Muffin?’ He asked quietly, a hint of worry still in his eyes but it needn’t be there.

‘Much better. Thank you for looking after me Mase’ you told him sincerely, wrapping your arms around his waist so you could hold him close. ‘Sorry for ruining your peaceful afternoon’

‘Don’t be silly, I’d rather hang out with you anyway. I was thinking, maybe we could grab some dinner out? Unless you wanna go back, we can do that too’ he told you, rushing at the end like he thought he’d overstepped but you were enjoying your alone time with him so you sent him a reassuring smile.

‘No I like the sound of that. Maybe we could have a little picnic on the beach? I don’t think I’m looking too presentable to be sitting in somewhere’ you laughed, looking down and your thrown together outfit and still damp hair but the soft smile on his face relaxed you.

‘I mean I think you look great but whatever you want’ he winked, squeezing your sides playfully.

After another quick walk around the town, Mason pointed out a take away pizza place and put your order in before you popped into the small supermarket opposite to grab some drinks and sweet treats before taking your food back to the beach so you could eat and watch the sunset.

Even though you didn’t like the water, there was something about sitting by the sea and the sound of the waves that made you feel at peace. And sitting with Mason as you spoke casually about future plans and how he was looking forward to the rest of the season made your heart sing.

‘I know we haven’t known each other too long in the grand scheme of things, but you know I’m really proud of you, don’t you?’ You told him softly, watching the most heartwarming smile stretch across his face before he patted the space in front of him so you’d sit in between his legs. Once you were comfortable his arms snaked around your waist and you placed yours on top of his as he pulled you as close as he could to him. His lips by your ear so he could speak to you quietly.

‘I’m proud of you too, Muffin’ he whispered, the smile in his voice evident but you both started giggling as he kissed the side of your head. ‘I’m serious. You’ve got your own thing going on and you’re so successful and like I’m just so happy for you, you know? No one deserves to be happy more than you’

‘You deserve to be happy too’ you told him, moving your shoulders round slightly so you could look at him and you almost melted when his hand came to rest on your cheek so he could stroke it gently.

‘I am happy’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah, I know it was a big choice to go up there and have everything change. And yeah maybe there are certain things I would of liked to of kept the same but I think it’s worked out pretty well’

‘I think so too’ you whispered, your smile mirroring his as he continued to gently stroke your cheek. ‘Though I miss having you around’

‘I miss you too’ he smiled

‘Hmmm me or my cakes?’

‘Your cake’s obviously’ he laughed, making you roll your eyes playfully as you looked away from him but he was quick to hold you closer and scatter kisses on top of your head until you looked back. ‘I’m kidding. It’s mostly you’

There was that feeling again, wanting to kiss him more than anything and you knew he felt the same because his eyes kept flashing down to your lips as they flickered all over your face. You figured you’d just take the plunge, he’d kissed you twice already today so you reached up and thankfully he caught on and met you in the middle.

Kissing Mason like this made you feel giddy. You were breaking every rule in the book but there was no intent behind it, just two people showing the other how they felt and you hope Mason could tell how much you appreciated him for everything

‘Thank you for this week, Mase, I was really worried about coming but I’m so glad I did. I’ll never be able to repay you’

‘You don’t have to thank me or repay me’

‘But I do. I really appreciate everything you do for me’

‘Well do you send me cakes a lot’ he winked, ‘and you're always there for my games, good times and bad you're by my side so I appreciate you too. More than you know’ he told you softly. A warm fuzzy feeling spreading over your skin and you didn’t have the confidence to look at him anymore so you faced forward as the pair of you snuggled closer and listened to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

‘Shall we head back? You’re starting to get cold and I don’t have anything for you’ Mason asked after a little while and even though you were content in his arms you knew it was getting late and you’d have to head back soon so you begrudgingly nodded.

‘Okay’ you whispered, taking a slow walk back with his hand in yours the whole way. When you got back, the house was silent and you weren’t even sure if anyone was in so you made your way down to your rooms after putting your leftovers in the fridge. Standing awkwardly outside your doors as he scratched the back of his neck.

‘You wanna come in here for a bit?’ He asked, making you raise your brows at him suggestively but he was quick to settle you. ‘Nothing like that, I just thought we could hang out for a bit. Watch a movie before bed?’

‘You sure?’

‘Yeah I just… I don’t wanna leave you yet like it feels weird to me’

‘It feels weird to me too’ you admitted shyly and your heart stuttered at his soft smile. ‘Listen, I’m just gonna have a quick shower, get changed and run upstairs for a water. You want me to get you anything?’

‘Why don’t you get us some snacks, I’ll let you pick’ he told you and with a final kiss to your forehead he let you go.

After your shower you found one of your nicer sets of pjs and you made your way upstairs but the sight in front of you made guilt rush through you. There was Ben, his face sat propped up on his fists as he leant against the counter and you could see how miserable he looked just from a glance.

You felt awful, you knew he hadn’t meant anything in a mean way earlier and when his eyes flickered over to yours you sent him a sympathetic smile.

‘You’re back’

‘Yeah we got back about fifteen minutes ago’ you told him as he sat up but he kept his eyes glued to the counter as he nodded his head and chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Without another word you made your way over to him, touching his shoulder so he’d turn a bit before pulling him into your arms. You felt him relax immediately as he held you tightly and you rubbed his back gently hoping to let him know everything was fine between you.

‘I’m so fucking sorry, y/n’ he told you quietly but you could hear the emotion in his voice and it was breaking your heart. ‘I honestly had no idea, I was just trying to have a bit of fun’

‘I know Ben. I know you didn’t mean it horribly and I’m fine I promise. I don’t tell people I can’t swim cause it’s a bit embarrassing but you didn’t know that’ you reassured him as you pulled away but kept your hands on his shoulders. ‘As for Mase I think he just got a bit scared but I’ve had a word with him. There wasn’t any need for him to speak to you like that’

‘It’s fine I deserved a telling off’ he smiled shyly and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. ‘You promise you’re alright?’

‘Fit as a fiddle’ you winked before walking over to the fridge. ‘I was more embarrassed than anything else. Like me, a full grown woman who can’t swim?’

‘Well if you fancy a lesson I can try and teach you. We can call it part of my apology’ he offered and even though you were petrified you wanted to do something to make him feel better.

‘You know what, I’ll take you up on that’ you laughed, shutting the fridge as you gathered your haul in your hands. ‘Let’s start in the morning’

‘It’s a deal’ he winked, a bright smile on his face and you felt better than you had all afternoon knowing you were fine.

‘I better take these down to his majesty’ you joked, motioning towards your full arms. ‘I’ll see you in the morning though, yeah?’

‘Course. Have a good night y/n’

‘You too’ you smiled and with a quick kiss to your cheek you both made your separate ways to your rooms. You didn’t bother knocking when you got to Mason's room, walking in so you could drop the snacks and drinks straight onto the bed but after you’d shut the door and finally caught sight of him, your mouth went dry.

He was lying horizontally across the bed on his side, flicking through the channels to find something to watch clad only in a pair of tight black Calvin’s. As soon as you made eye contact he sent you a sweet smile, shuffling up a bit straighter before patting the space in front of him and it felt like your heart was going a mile a minute as he helped you get settled. His warm skin pressed fully against yours as he tangled your legs together and wrapped his arm around your middle, but it was the light kiss pressed against your temple that made you blush harder than anything.

‘Comfy?’ He asked softly, lips right by your ear casing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, you just hoped he wouldn't notice and when he didn’t say anything you just nodded and let him hit play.

It was a comfortable silence, but then again you were always comfortable around Mason. The pair of you munching your way through your snacks as you absentmindedly watched the film that was on until you felt him reach for his phone. Tapping away for a few minutes before he placed it back on the bed until you felt your own phone buzz on the side table.

‘I’d get that if I were you’ he told you quietly. Eyes not leaving the tv and you thought it was a bit weird of him but you didn’t question it. Reaching for it to see who it could be but you were surprised to find it was Mason trying to airdrop you something. The first thing looked like a picture of you taken from behind at a beach bar the other day and you felt your heart race as you pressed accept.

You weren’t prepared for what was coming through to you though. A full album of candid shots of yourself from nights out and day trips that Mason must have taken sneakily and you felt your whole body flush as you flicked through them. Seeing yourself through his eyes a little and you’d sworn you’d never felt more beautiful than right now.

‘Mason? What the hell is all this?’ You asked, looking up at him with a wide smile and you watched his cheeks turn the same shade of pink yours probably were.

‘Just some pictures I’ve taken this week that I thought you might like’ he told you. Trying to shrug it off but you knew he knew what he’d done was special to you. ‘I thought maybe you could use some for your daily instagram dumps you seem to love. Do you like them?’

‘I love them, thank you’ you told him. Pulling him towards you tighter and you shivered as he kissed your shoulder.

‘That's okay. I know the others were constantly asking the boys to take pictures and I didn’t want you left out. I’ve kept a few for myself though’ he teased. Making you laugh as you looked back up at him.

‘I suppose I’ll allow it’ you smiled. Reaching up to kiss his jaw before your eyes went back to your phone so you could look through them again and try and find your favourite but it didn’t take long for your eyes to go heavy. It had been a long and slightly stressful day and the warmth of Mason's body and the calmness that you felt about being around him was sending you to sleep quicker than anything. He must have felt it, moving you round so your front was now pressed against his chest with your head in his neck but you knew you couldn’t get too comfortable. Sleeping in the same bed was against the rules.

Not that you’d stuck to the rules at all today.

‘Just gimme five minutes and I’ll go to my room’ you told him quietly, the rumbling of his chest as he laughed waking you slightly but not too much.

‘Don’t be silly, stay here tonight’

‘But Mase-‘

‘But nothing. Just go to sleep, Muffin’ he whispered into your hair and you knew your skin was covered in goosebumps.

You didn’t say another word, just snuggled down further into him as he held you even closer. His hands absentmindedly stroking over your skin and lulling you further into sleep, the last thing you remember being his lips on your forehead as he pressed feather light kisses to your hairline.

When you woke up, you knew it wasn’t morning yet. The sky was a little lighter than when you went to sleep but your thoughts were confirmed when you quickly checked your phone and the time read 03:47am. You weren’t sure why you were awake but you quickly dashed to the loo, carefully untangling yourself from Mason as to not wake him but you saw his eyes open when you returned. You had been contemplating going back to your room but he opened his arms for you as you stood awkwardly and you couldn’t deny him.

‘Sorry, Mase. I didn’t mean to wake you’ you whispered, crawling back into his arms but you let him spoon you this time, smiling at the feel of his arms around you and his lips pressed to the base of your neck.

‘S’okay’ he whispered back, continuing to press small kisses over the bottom of your neck whilst he let his hands wander your body carefully and before long you could feel yourself getting turned on.

You weren’t sure if this was his intention or if he just wanted to feel you but you knew your breathing had gotten deeper as he began to massage over you waist and hips before finally taking your bum in his hands and you couldn't help but moan a little bit. Yes the pair of you had been touchy all day but you’d missed his hands on you like this and once he could hear how he was making you feel he started taking things to the next level.

It was your thighs next, hands reaching forward to massage them softly whilst he littered your neck with kisses and it wasn’t long before you felt him prodding you in the back which caused you to let out a little chuckle. ‘Shhhh’ he laughed, letting his hands travel inward to part them before hooking one up and over his body. Leaving you open for him to do as he pleased.

You felt you hips moving before you’d even realised, grinding your bum down onto him and the chuckle that left his lips would have almost left you embarrassed but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him again.

‘You just can’t wait can’t you, baby? So needy for me’

‘Please Mase’ you whimpered. Your spine tingling at him calling you baby but thankfully he didn’t want to make you work for it. Just as needy as you it seemed as he pulled your shorts from you and freed himself just enough to be able push himself into you. One arm wrapped around you to hold you close as the other hooked under your thigh to hold it up as he bucked his hips into you from behind and the kisses he was pressing to the back of your neck were driving you wild.

It was lazy and delicious, the pair of you taking it as slow as you could so you could just feel each other rather than chase your highs. Not having sex for the aim of getting off but just because it felt good to be pressed up against each other, to feel him rock his hips in and out of you just like he knew you loved whilst whispering the most heavenly praise in your ear.

You look so fucking beautiful

Feels like you were made for me, you know that?

Let me hear all those pretty noises you make. I don’t care if anyone hears us I wanna know how good you feel

You’re doing so well for me sweetheart

I’ve got you, let go for me gorgeous

When you’d finally come down from your high, you could still feel him pressing the most delicate kisses to the back of your neck until he was burying his face in there. Taking a huge breath like he was absorbing you in and couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

The pair of you didn’t move, Mason just feeling heavier and heavier as he sunk into you even more. Falling straight back to sleep so you joined him knowing you’d hadn’t felt this content in the longest time.

y/n

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Y/n a day well spent 🩷

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masonmount ✌🏻

y/n ✌🏻

declanrice that pizza look insane

y/n It was 👩🏻‍🍳😘 there’s a few slices in the fridge if you want some

carlywlms_ missed you this afternoon 💜

y/n I’ll be there to annoy you tomorrow 💜

okaylaaa omg the magnets 😩 @woody_ we need to get some before we go

y/n they had so many, it’s hard to choose 😭

woody_ I’ll take you tomorrow 😉

benchilwell 💛

y/n 💛

laurenfryer_ you didn’t want to show everyone your Spider-Man mug, no?

y/n I didn’t want to embarrass everyone else with my skills

lukeshaw23 tell Mase that’s not part of his meal plan

y/n It’s a one off treat 😉

masonmount let me tell you, I’ve had many treats this week 😌

__nads hope you’re having the best time 🩷 everyone’s asking after you 🥺

y/n thank you, i hope it’s okay going okay 😂

__nads sugar mumma is still standing 😉

masonmount can you post me up some brownies for when I get home please? Or just whatever’s left over tomorrow, I’m not fussy

y/n @__nads ignore him please 🙄

masonmount no no, she owes me

__nads I’m not getting involved in your domestic 😭

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grimesgirll · 3 months

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you look forward to your car rides with rick.

you love your group too but sometimes a long car ride helps you unwind and recharge when your social battery is low and you just need to stare out the window at some grassy hills. besides, most days rick let you choose the soundtrack for your drive so you could DJ.

the only cds you'd had when you met up with the group were your signed cds that you couldn't part with: your parents' favorite foreigner album and taylor swift's sophomore album. after playing those albums front to back and hearing "double vision" one too many times enough to nearly ruin the song for you - and rick too probably - you set out to find some new tunes. you and daryl came back from a record store with a crate of old cds - it was a shame that you couldn't preserve the records but you had yet to run into a working record player that was worth your time. nonetheless, you found fleetwood mac albums, soft rock compilations, and music to mellow your trips.

you were itching to see him today. you’d been preoccupied mass producing buckwheat cereal and it was never a good time with him. you lavished the opportunity to spend time alone with the perpetually preoccupied rick grimes.

rick is waiting for you when you climb into the car. hickory curls frame his face which is sunburnt from all the time spent outside finishing up the harvest.

“hey,” you greet, pulling the car shut and shifting into your seat.

“hey there.” the sheriff farmer replies gruffly, hands already tensed and gripping the steering wheel.

you don’t need to ask what’s wrong because you already know: carl.

you love the boy but he wasn’t playing the part of the pacifist farm boy rick wanted him to. you don’t blame either of them. rick was right to rein carl in after he fired on that boy from woodbury as he surrendered.

that shook you up a bit too, but you remembered that carl was young and after weeks of planting, it won’t hurt to let the boy kill a walker or two on fence duty. there’s at least no reason for rick to give him shit about it.

rick’s so pent up though. it could be not just carl but the young infant going through the four month sleep regression.

settling judith for the night seemed to be a never ending battle, every battle a losing battle. you’d managed to take the little girl off of rick’s hands so he could sleep but she rarely went down for you either anymore. the baby that was once happy to fall asleep in your arms before bed was now fighting bedtime with everything she had.

your leader was saddled with stress. you can see it in the white of his knuckles against the steering wheel and how he doesn’t say anything before starting the car and pulling out of the prison, the gate being pulled behind your car by glenn and daryl.

almost forgetting to put in the new cd in your lap, your eyes are glued to the steering wheel. navigating whatever you have with rick is treacherous when just the sight of his taut hands has your breath picking up.

the two of you had no opportunity to get away lately. it’s not like you’re going to pester rick or jump him in the fields.

you’d already heard a, “later, sweetheart” earlier this week and it made you want to curl up into a ball.

waving the cd so rick can see, you ask if he likes the eagles. he shrugs. not much of a response.

“i’m gonna pop this in,” you inform him and lean over slightly to eject the cd currently residing in the media console - one of daryl’s buffalo springfield cds - to slide in an eagles’ greatest hits album.

he doesn’t pay much attention, just keeps his attention on the road and his knuckles wrapped around the steering wheel.

the sound of a guitar transitions you into the first song, which you think is aptly named. “take it easy” is exactly what rick should do but the song doesn’t seem to lighten his mood.

you two sit in silence. this isn’t unusual for you guys. sometimes you go quiet on parts of the drive.

rick breaks the silence.

“you like older stuff?”

i like older, rugged, handsome ex-cops with hands that can-

“i like all kinds of stuff.”

the older man laughs. “just wouldn’t have pegged you for an eagles girl.”

“it’s dad rock. don’t you like it?” you ask, catching his blue eyed gaze.

he slouches his shoulders. “they’re not bad. i would’ve liked if you put on that fleetwood mac cd a bit more.”

you grin. “i’ll remember to put their greatest hits cd on next.”

what you should be doing is reaching back to grab the cd booklet from the backseat but you’re fixated on rick. he’s driving, hyper focused on being aware of his surroundings again so he doesn’t notice the path your eyes take from his hands on the wheel to his pants. he doesn’t see your eyes cloud with thoughts of you two.

“pull over.”

“what?” rick questions, shooting you a skeptical look. “why?”

“i really have to go number one.”

he scoffs. “that’s why you wanna stop?” he shakes his head at you. you’re always asking him to stop on the side of the road for you to pee or find a dilapidated bathroom to go in. “next time, you gotta go before we leave.”

you nod, working overtime to conceal the early signs of victory on your lips. rick heeds your request and pulls into a rest stop parking lot, telling you to make it quick.

“be right back!” you chirp and use the bushes behind a gazebo to maintain your angle - and actually empty your bladder.

then you’re hopping back into the car and pressing the passenger side button to lock all of the doors. your hand stops rick’s when he goes to start the car, using the other to unbuckle his seatbelt. you’re in his lap by the time you’ve gotten his seat reclined by pushing down the lever.

the dark haired man is chiding your name. “what are you doin’?”

“helping you relax.”

“we gotta get on with our run.”

“i think you having fun is a bit more important.” you argue as you undo his belt. “why don’t you just relax?” you smile at him while you turn up the music slightly.

the sheriff rasps your name. “we have to stay vigilant.”

you send him a look that his him straining in his baby blue boxers. “rick, the doors are locked. we’ll hear a walker if they come up and we can drive away. just trust me and relax.”

it’s hard to argue when you’re tugging down his waistband, hands finding him and fondling him until the only sounds coming out of his mouth are pants.

opening up nice and wide, you slip him into your mouth. you smile when your tongue on the side of his length is met with a breathy moan.

one of rick’s hands are on the back of the center console and the other is pressed against the driver’s side door. between you wandering up and down his shaft with your tongue, he feels cornered. even more so when you take the opportunity to guide his hands to your hair.

it takes a few minutes but rick is no longer preoccupied with scanning the perimeter or heavy under the worry you could always sense under his skin, distracted by the curve of your ass. just leaning with his head back, basking in the soft rock playing and the woman so keen on relieving the pressure that weighed down on his reddened shoulders.

“such a good girl,” he’s gasping.

you move faster. suction your lips a little tighter. you haven’t been fooling around with rick for long but one thing is true without a doubt for him; he’s long and thick. you still haven’t mastered what must be some kind of witchcraft to fit all of him down your throat without gagging, but rick doesn’t care. as long as his dick in your mouth, he’s not complaining. especially not when you look up at him with his cock halfway down your throat.

success bubbles in your core and even with rick stuffed down your throat, you’re beaming. you’ve managed to get him to sit back and take a moment to enjoy himself - to enjoy you.

but you realize that your work is far from done when your favorite farmer cums down your throat, relishing the moment despite his still rock solid cock. he pulls your mouth off of him after you swallow, seemingly relishing the sight of you, lips in a pout in his lap.

“it’s your turn,” rick growls before fervidly dragging you to the backseat to pin your hips down and return the favor.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes imagine #twd imagine #twd smut #rick grimes smut #the walking dead #reader insert #still getting the hang of writing smut #not beta read #established relationship #ricky dicky doo da grimes #rick x reader #grimesgirll #blowy #prison era #mild taylor swift reference

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jar-of-ectoplasm · 1 year

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sleeping w/ the mercs [NOT LIKE THAT]

sorry the formatting is shit i made this on mobile 🫤

shitty headcanons abt the mercs rooms and ur guys’ sleeping arrangements hope u enjoy like and subscribe it’s rly long so it’s under the cut

scout:

-very very messy room

-but like he knows where all his shit is so whatever works for him

-his mattress is on the floor bro 💔 just kidding but his bed frame is pretty low to the ground so it might as well be

-he’s got a smaller bed and a single blanket so you both are gonna be cuddling whether you wanted to or not

-surprisingly soft sheets, he stole some of spy’s fancy silk ones so it’s pleasant

-always has a fan/AC unit going for the noise but his blanket is pretty thin so it’s colder than you’d probably prefer

-kicks a lot in his sleep so just be prepared 🤕

-doesn’t snore very loud but does drool a lot and he usually ends up laying his face on your chest/your head so you are gonna wake up a little soggy sorry 💔💔

-usually falls asleep around 11pm or midnight but does wake up at random hours of the early morning almost nightly before passing back out

-pretty much always wakes up before you, he goes on morning jogs everyday so if you’re up for it he’ll take you with him

-does like to surprise you with “breakfast” in bed (it’s dry cereal and a tiny carton of orange juice but he tried)

soldier:

-really REALLY plain room

-it’s a little eerie, everything is very clean and the walls are bare concrete bc the rooms at RED headquarters are basically prison cells

-the only decoration in his room is an american flag, his bedside table with a lamp and alarm clock and a little bald eagle stuffed animal the guys got him for christmas one year

-sleeps stiff as a board on his back so he isn’t the greatest cuddle buddy but will do so if you ask (he prefers spooning over anything else)

-he’s got a decently sized bed cause he’s a pretty big guy, so you’ve got room to move around

-his mattress is pretty hard though so it isn’t super comfortable but it’s better than the floor or some old military cot

-goes to bed at 10pm sharp every single night and wakes up at 5am for morning training and will try to get you to get up with him regardless of when you fell asleep

-if you don’t opt to get out of bed he does wake you up again with a plate of food (courtesy of engineer, soldier’s just the delivery guy)

pyro:

-probably the weirdest room out of everybody’s

-their bed is really nice, they’ve got a pillow top mattress and fuzzy blankets so it’s very soft but it’s overcrowded with some burnt looking stuffed animals and an insane amount of throw pillows

-the other decoration is really weird though don’t pay too much attention to it, it’s kinda creepy but it’s also pyro so 🤷🏻‍♀️

-doesn’t sleep in the flame-proof suit but they do sleep in onesie-esque pajamas

-doesn’t sleep in the mask either but they do use a sleeping mask and are usually face down in the pillows

-not the biggest cuddle person either but they aren’t above putting an arm around you or something similar

-always goes to sleep after you do and wakes up before you too

-they usually already have a cereal bar or some other sweet breakfast food on the nightside for you when you do wake up though

demo:

-THE MOST WELCOMING COZIEST ROOM THE IDEAL ROOMIE

-very warm, comforting room, he’s got a fuzzy rug put down and only uses lamps because the overhead light usually hurts his eye

-very large, very soft bed with warm blankets and soft pillows

-the pillows all have a faint smell of whiskey but whatever

-very much a cuddler, sober or not. he doesn’t move around much in his sleep and is a very heavy sleeper so once he’s out he’s out and you are stuck in that bed until he wakes up

-does snore but it isn’t obnoxious

-takes the eyepatch off and wears a bonnet to bed to protect his hair (he has multiple but his favorite one has his family’s tartan as the pattern)

-a night owl, he doesn’t get to sleep until 2-3am and usually wakes up the latest out of everybody (around 9-10am) and he will get pouty if you aren’t there when he wakes up

engineer:

-his room is basically an extension of his workshop, he’s got a desk crammed full of random bullshit and blueprints he hasn’t gotten around to testing yet

-doesn’t spend much time in his actual room, so aside from extra tools, spare parts and papers there isn’t much in there

-his bed is actually pretty comfortable but he hardly ever makes it out of his workshop before passing out for the night so he wouldn’t know 😒

-when he DOES go to bed in his room, he is a HUGE cuddler, he will not let you go under any circumstances

-does snore pretty loud but if you wake him up he’ll readjust himself so he snores less

-usually sleeps on his left side so you don’t accidentally roll onto his prosthetic hand and hurt yourself

-no matter what time he fell asleep the previous night, he always gets up at 6am and makes the team breakfast. he’ll let you sleep more while he’s cooking and surprise you with breakfast in bed (even though he does it everyday so it isn’t much of a surprise)

heavy:

-HUGE ASS BED

-like california king

-he’s obviously a big guy but he does move around a lot so he needs a bigger bed so he won’t fall off every night

-very very warm bedding, he brought most of his stuff from russia so it’s built to keep you warm

-has a little teddy bear his mother handmade for him when he was first born; it’s pretty worn and tattered but he brings it with him anywhere he lives

-does have a little padded box for sasha at the foot of his bed

-isn’t the biggest sleep cuddler but he does like to hold you beforehand. he doesn’t mind when you cuddle him in your sleep, though, so by all means pass out on his chest if you feel like it

-does some reading before he goes to sleep and is usually in bed by 9 or 10pm; wakes up at 5 every morning so soldier doesn’t have to do his morning routine alone

-likes waking you up around 7am so the two of you can have some light conversation with engie during breakfast

medic:

-sleeps on the operating table

-just kidding, but he usually ends up passing out on his desk rather than his room

-his room is very sterile; it kinda feels like a doctor’s office, it smells faintly of rubbing alcohol and is a little drafty so it’s usually pretty chilly

-has birdcages hanging from the ceiling, archimedes has a fancier one compared to the rest of his doves but he swears he isn’t playing favorites

-if you do manage to get him to leave the medbay he’s usually pretty delirious. he’s very affectionate when he’s tired so he’s definitely down for cuddling

-is kinda blind without his glasses so he keeps them on until the very last minute before he falls asleep

-likes to tell you stories of when he did have his medical license and when he lived in germany

-usually falls asleep with his back to you but when he wakes up he’s holding you to his chest

-usually wakes up at 5am as well and goes straight into taking care of his birds, he likes to whistle littles tunes to them so that may end up waking you as well

-almost never eats breakfast but he will be pestering you about it because he’s a hypocrite

sniper:

-well

-it’s a camper van

-it’s very cramped but he’s used to it just being him in there so he never really realized

-his bed folds up into the wall when he isn’t using it and he keeps his bedding folded next to it

-very used to living in much hotter climates, and even though it is new mexico it gets pretty cold at night so he’s usually shivering his ass off under a thin sheet

-is surprisingly clingy for someone so introverted and quiet, he claims it’s because you keep him warm but he’s also just a mushy guy in secret

-usually falls asleep watching some shitty DVD on his little portable dvd player he keeps on a counter next to his bed

-keeps his kukri hidden next to the mattress just in case

-very light sleeper and once he’s awake, he’s awake. poor guy barely ever gets any sleep because soldier is usually screaming outside the van 3 hours after he’s gotten to bed

-doesn’t eat breakfast, but he will make you a cup of coffee in the morning

spy:

-ugh

-bought all of his bedding and the mattress purely based on looks so it’s pretty surprising that it ended up being comfortable

-will not let anybody have their shoes on in his bedroom, you have to leave them in his smoking room if you wanna come in

-kinda like medic in the fact that he goes to bed not even looking at you but wakes up all over you. he is kind of an asshole about it being like “aw babe you literally think i’m irresistible even in your sleep” when HE’S the one that cuddled up to you

-keeps his butterfly knife under his pillow and a pistol in his bedside drawer

-always falls asleep after you and is always awake and out of bed by the time you get up

-he doesn’t eat engineer’s breakfast because he claims it’s “too filling and unhealthy to be eating that much as soon as you wake up” so he always makes a little french breakfast for himself

-he pretends like he doesn’t do anything for other people but he always makes a plate for you of whatever he makes himself and leaves it on his side of the bed with a cute little note for you

-will pretend like he has no idea what you’re talking about if you bring it up though

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mari-the-bimbo · 8 months

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PLS — DON’T LEAVE US HANGING

I just love your dorm mate Geto series, there will be other parts? Plsplspls

Dorm mate Geto: Just friends pt. 3

A/N: OKAY OKAY FORGIVE ME YA’LL!! At first I just wanted part 2 to marinate a lil you know? Then I forgot to post whoopsie! Also in my defence I was depressed over jjk new chapter leaks 😭 Enjoy! <3

It’s 8pm in the morning when you woke up and made some breakfast in the quiet dorm kitchen. The sunlight seeps through the window as you munch on some cereal.

“Bit early for a Saturday don’t you think doll?” A honey-laced voice teases from behind.

You turn around to see Geto. The usual mischievous dark coloured eyes which stared at you adoringly. His tall, broad figure towers over you, and his hands in his pockets but you can’t focus, all you could think about yesterdays confessions and kisses.

“Well good morning to you too” you tease back before placing your bowl in the sink about to walk away. He chuckles at your quick wit, he can’t help but swoon over you.

Until his large hand stops you by simply grabbing your mid section.

“Where you do think you’re going doll? I said we’re going to talk later remember?” He says like a demand but his tone is still so soft, causing butterflies in your stomach. “B-but Gojo is still here-“ you say, suddenly losing the last drop of the confident facade you had left.

“He’s still asleep after his late night. It’s just you and me doll” he reasons, unwilling to let you slip away out of his arms again. He sits at the dining table, one hand tugs on your hand, and the other pats his thigh, urging you to sit on his lap.

“Geto..”

“don’t be shy with me. You know I’m all yours y/n” he rasps as he stares into your eyes, making you grow hot and bothered, nevertheless you comply. You sit on his lap and he lets out a relaxing hum as your butt rests on his thighs.

“How you feeling after yesterday?” He asks like a whisper in your ear, rubbing your upper arm to help ease it out of you.

“I feel okay” you say, keeping it brief, even though you knew you could probably write a whole essay about it. But so did Geto.

“I need you to feel more than okay hun” he says so sweetly, making your stomach stir again.

You sigh, knowing Geto knew you too well. “Well I guess I still feel a bit bitter about you with other girls but I understand it’s not your fault because you thought your feelings were one sided.”

He nods empathetically, he’s always been so mature. You watch a strand of his black hair fall out of his hair bun, “those girls will never mean what you mean to me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if that’s what it takes.”

“It’s not been easy having feelings for you since the day I met you, you know?” He adds, and your mouth slightly opens at his confession. Sure, you’ve liked him for a long time too, but you can’t imagine how painful it must’ve been pining for the same person since the day you met them.

He laughs softly at your reaction, his hand playfully grabbing your chin to close your mouth. “Don’t worry, it was all worth it in the end right? Don’t feel bad” he said as if he read your mind.

Your eyes soften, asking him the same question you asked last night before he kissed you. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you ask, your frail cold fingers touching his face, you feel him relax against it. “I guess I was scared that you wouldn’t like me back” he admits with a sad smile which felt unusual on the usually confident secure man.

“Well that’s not true. I like you…a lot” you say, causing him to give you the cheesiest handsome smile. “Yeah? I like you a lot too” he says, kissing your fingers, both of you dancing around the word ‘love’.

“Then are you gonna kiss me or what?” You say impatiently with a cute pout, he chuckles at your princess behaviour before pulling you closer by grabbing your cheeks with his one large hand, taking advantage of the size difference, pressing his lips against yours. His lips feverishly move against yours. He pulls away for a second to let you gasp for air before attacking your lips once again.

You’re dizzy when you pull away from the handsome man who cuddled you in his lap, your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. All you can smell is his musky woody scent and all you can feel is his wet lips on your jaw.

“Y/n?” He murmurs against your skin, “yeah?” You ask breathlessly.

“I love you”

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart beat hundred times faster. You pull away only enough to see his face again, his eyes are genuine as he stares up at you as if you’re an angel.

“I love you too pretty boy” you say, playing with his black ear studs shyly.

He feels happy yet so smug at the same time. “Yeah? What do you love about me the most?” He asks with a smirk.

“Free barista”

He laughs so joyfully at your answer, and he looks so pretty as he does it. Geto genuinely doesn’t mind if that really is the reason you love him, he’s happily make coffee for you for the rest of his life.

“Good, that means you’re all mine”

You suddenly feel shy at his words, choosing to mess with his ear stud again. “You really love me huh?” You ask, with a hopeful smile, anything to hear him say it again.

“Oh doll, you have no idea” he says as he tucks your hair strand behind you ear, kissing your cheeks.

“C’mon now” he says patting your butt, “lemme make my princess some coffee”

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andvys · 1 year

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We'll burn the sky E.M.

Warnings: mentions of heartbreak, mostly fluff, reader and eddie get high together

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: You and Eddie grow closer and have one- or a few moments.

Chapter two

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The shrill sound of a telephone ringing wakes Eddie from his deep sleep, groaning in annoyance, he opens his eyes only to screw them shut when the sunlight hits him directly in his face. Reaching for one of the pillows on his bed, he slams it on his face, “shut up,” he mumbles as the phone keeps ringing.

He hopes that one of the guys will pick it up but it keeps ringing and ringing.

“Gareth!” Eddie yells out to his friends, knowing that he is probably awake already, “pick it up!”

Eddie rolls his eyes when he gets no response, the house is silent aside from the obnoxious ringing.

And then, it finally stops and Eddie sighs in relief. Relaxing into the comfort of his warm bed again. But his peace is disturbed a minute later when the phone begins to ring again.

He groans, throwing the pillow and the blanket off of him, he jumps up, his bare feet hitting the wooden floors as he rushes out of his room, walking past Gareth’s room, he catches a glimpse of the empty bed, he is no doubt relaxing on the patio, totally ignoring the phone. Asshole.

Running down the stairs, he rubs his tired eyes, leaning against the wall as he comes to a halt, he reaches for the phone, closing his eyes.

“Hello?” he mumbles, grumpily.

“Hi… did I wake you up?”

Eddie opens his eyes, a smile appears on his face and he suddenly feels wide awake, “no no– you’re fine. How are you doing, y/n?”

“Good, I’m doing good,” you giggle at the sudden change in his voice, “how are you doing, Eddie?”

He grins, leaning his head against the wall, he closes his eyes again, “better now that you called.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Your breathy laugh makes his chest feel all warm.

“So uh– how about we write some songs today?”

“I’d love that.”

“Cool, you could come over to my place, if you want?”

“That would be nice.”

He walks into the kitchen with a large smile after hanging up the phone. He looks down at the notebook where he wrote down your address.

“What’s got you all smiley and shit?”

Eddie shuts the book and throws it on the kitchen counter, locking eyes with Gareth who just took his headphones off.

“Dude, the phone kept ringing!” Eddie complains as though it wasn’t just the best call he had in a while.

“Oh,” Gareth mumbles, giving him an apologetic look, he points to his headphones, “sorry– who called?”

Eddie says your name as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

A knowing look flashes in Gareth’s eyes, he leans against the counter and smirks at his friend, “oh, that’s why you’re so happy at 9 am in the morning.”

It’s been a week since they started practicing with you. You came by on Sunday and after that, you came by every day after work to practice with them and work on the songtexts with Eddie. Gareth and the others– especially Eddie are happy about you joining the band. Not only do you help them improve, you also make the band even better, just by being there.

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head, “I’m not happy.”

“Right,” Gareth chuckles, “so uh– what did she want?”

Running a hand through his messy curls, Eddie turns around to look at his friend, taking a sip of his coffee, he stares at him through his bangs, “gonna work on some of the song texts today.”

“Oh, cool,” he says, “is she coming over?”

Eddie shakes his head, “no, I uh, I’m going over to her place.”

His best friend’s eyes widen and he nods, “ah, you are going over to her place, huh?”

“Dude.”

Gareth snorts and turns away from Eddie, walking towards the fridge, he takes out the milk and places it on the counter before he grabs himself a bowl and his favorite cereal, ignoring the way Eddie looks at him.

“You know, I think she’s pretty cool.”

Eddie nods, “she is.”

“Very talented,” Gareth says as he pours the honey nut cheerios into the green bowl.

“Very,” Eddie says.

“I love her voice,” he smiles, reaching for the milk.

“I love her voice too.”

Gareth smirks to himself, “bet she’s gonna rock the stage.”

“She will.”

“She’s very hot too.”

“Yea–” Eddie clears his throat, turning away and pretending like he said nothing.

Gareth only chuckles to himself as he begins to eat his cereal.

Eddie closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighs in annoyance.

‘I have a girlfriend,’ he thinks to himself, repeating it over and over again in his head.

“You talked to Sam yet?” Gareth asks, “about her joining the band?”

“Yes,” Eddie mumbles, “I gave him the recordings, he loved them– loved her voice.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

Eddie can’t explain why but whenever he is about to see you, he feels this weird tension in his body, he is giddy, excited and nervous but the moment your eyes lock, he feels calmness washing over him, the tension in his body leaves as quickly as it comes.

Right now, he is standing in front of your door, taking deep breaths. He hasn’t been alone with you yet– well, he has been alone with you at his house but the guys were still around. This is a little different.

He knocks three times and takes a step back, licking his lips, he brushes his fingers through his curls– he doesn’t even know why he feels the need to impress you but he always makes sure that his hair looks good and that he wears his best shirt, the good pants. God, he feels ridiculous sometimes but whenever he is around you, he feels as though he is in the presence of an already famous rockstar, naturally he has to impress you.

The door opens and you greet him with one of those breathtaking smiles of yours, the kind that is contagious. Your eyes are glowing with happiness.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” Eddie grins at you.

You step aside, stretching your arm out, “well come on in then, rockstar.”

He chuckles, smiling down at you as he enters your home, looking around in curiosity. As though he can feel them, he turns around and his eyes fall on the guitars hung up on your wall.

“Oh wow,” he whispers as he walks towards them.

You close the door and follow him into your living room, his eyes light up when they fall on the black electric guitar, he stretches his hand out, fingers tracing the smooth wood, “she is beautiful,” he whispers, staring at it as though he is in trance.

You laugh, “he is,” you joke.

He looks down at you, smirking, “you play with him sometimes?”

You raise your brows, lips twitching, “of course,” you say with a low voice, “especially at nights, gotta stroke him a little, show him some love, you know?”

Eddie’s eyes widen, cheeks growing red.

You burst into laughter, shaking your head, “that’s so dumb,” you giggle as you turn around and walk to your kitchen, “you want a drink?” you ask, “coke, water, beer.. or some coffee?”

Eddie blinks as he watches you walk off, eyes traveling to your– nope. Eddie forces himself to look away, “y-yeah, a coke would be nice.”

He turns away from the guitars and looks at the pictures on your wall. There is one of you at the recording studio– you smile at someone behind the camera, guitar in your lap. Eddie smiles. There’s a picture of you and a group of girls, he recognizes them from the night at the bar. There’s one of a man with a little girl on his lap– he assumes it’s your dad, he recognized the girl right away, it’s you. Cute.

He turns away and looks at the little table in front of your couch, raising his brows at the unfinished joint in your little ashtray, “you’re a stoner, y/n?” he smirks.

Walking out of your kitchen with two drinks in your hand, you chuckle when you find him pointing to the joint on your table.

“No, just need something to relax sometimes, you know?”

He nods, “I get that,” he says, “you know.. I actually used to sell drugs, back home.” That’s how I got to know my girlfriend– he should have added but he can’t bring himself to do it, he doesn’t know why.

A surprised look flashes in your eyes, “really?” you ask as you hand him his coke.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “but then I got a job at the garage and my drug dealer career was over.”

Laughing, you shake your head, “and now you’re on the way to becoming a rockstar.”

“Yup,” he smirks as he raises the cup to his lips, drinking the cold sweet beverage.

You stare at him with a smile on your face.

“Shit, I love coke.”

“Me too,” you mumble, still staring into his eyes, getting lost in them.

He furrows his brows, looking down at the water bottle in your hand, “I hope we’re talking about the same kind of coke,” he laughs nervously as he stares into that lost look in your eyes.

Your eyes widen and a laugh leaves your lips, scratching the back of your neck, you shake your head, “we do,” you snort.

Sitting down on your couch and reaching for your notebook, “let’s get to work, shall we?”

He nods, sitting down next to you, he places the drink on the table.

“I made some changes. I stayed up last night. Was hit with this sudden inspiration,” you chuckle as you scoot closer to him, pointing to the new lines you wrote down but Eddie isn’t looking at them yet, no, he is looking at you.

“So uh– how about we change this line ‘crying for you’ to ‘bleeding for you’? I think it works well with the rest of the lines, or we could add it.”

Eddie smiles, you still stare down at your notebook, furrowing your brows.

“Hold on,” you mumble, putting it back down, you get up to get the guitar in your bedroom.

Eddie’s gaze follows you until you disappear in the hallway. He looks down at your notebook, curiosity gets the best of him. He flips the pages, reading the lines of the song he wrote down, he flips to another page and another until he finds a song he doesn’t recognize, ‘death to my heart’.

If it wasn’t the title that got his attention, it definitely would have been the first line.

He doesn’t mean to pry but he can’t help but read the rest of the song text. What starts off with a smile on his face ends with a frown on his face. The look in his eyes can only be described as overwhelmed as he reads it. It’s good, perfect even but it is so sad. So beautiful yet heartbroken.

It’s about the pain of love and loss, the feeling of unrequited love. The feeling of loving someone so much that it crushes your heart and destroys your soul. It’s about a soulmate; how it feels to love the one, have a piece of their heart only to lose them because the time wasn’t right.

“Hey– oh.”

Eddie tears his eyes away from the pages, looking up at you, his eyes grow wide, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to–”

“No….No, it’s okay,” you mumble as you sit down next to him again, “I actually wanted to play this song for you, see if you'd be interested to work on it."

“Really?”

You nod, looking at him nervously, “but if you don’t like it–”

He puts his hand on your arm, gaze softening, “I love it, y/n. It’s beautiful.”

A smile tugs at your lips, “thank you, it’s my favorite one I’ve written.”

“Would you like to play it for me?”

You blink, breathing nervously as you look into his pretty eyes.

“Okay.”

So you end up playing the song to him, not noticing the look in his eyes. Eddie stares at you with a sense of longing in his eyes. It feels like something inside of him feels drawn to your voice, to you. Perhaps that’s why he gave you a chance in the first place. Eddie was never the type to beg for someone’s help but he did beg you and it wasn’t just your help that he wanted, he wanted you.

His heart feels full, he feels at peace, the way he has longed to feel for so long. Your voice feels like a warm hug, like he can let himself fall into you, knowing that you’ll be there to catch him and hold him in the safety of your arms.

Weeks go by and a lot has happened. The guys ‘introduced’ you to Sam but to their surprise you already knew him, confusion was written all over their faces when the older man embraced you in his arms and called you ‘bug’.

“You know each other?” Eddie asked with a confused smile on his face.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled, “worked with her dad.”

“Kid got just as much talent as he did.”

Given that he talked about your dad in past tense, Eddie figured that your dad isn’t around anymore. He never asked you about it, not wanting to pry but he can’t help but want to know more about him about who he is or was and while you were growing closer and closer, he still didn’t want to bring something up that might make you sad or uncomfortable– he could see the sad look in your eyes when Sam mentioned him.

You rewrote almost every song, making the good ones even better. Eddie was even willing to replace some of his songs with the ones that you have written; he loves them.

Now you have one song left to rewrite and you are struggling, you both are.

Laying on the carpet in his bedroom, you read the song text again, trying to fix the lines with better words but your mind is blank.

You hear the guys playing in the garage, the late afternoon sun peaks through the curtains, the warmth kissing your skin.

Eddie groans, throwing his pen along with his notebook down on the ground, he runs his hand down his face, feeling frustrated, “you got anything?” he asks you.

“No…” you mumble, still keeping your eyes on the words on the pages.

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods as he looks down at you. His breath hitches in his throat. You look beautiful. Hair sprawled around you, your top has ridden up a little, exposing your soft skin, your short jean shorts show off your pretty legs, the sunlight meets your face so perfectly– fuck.

Eddie can’t deny how absolutely gorgeous you are or how it feels to be with you but the moment he allows all these thoughts and feelings in, he gets consumed by guilt. He can’t feel this way about you, he can’t have all these thoughts about you.

After all, there’s someone waiting for him back home.

“I think we have to get out.”

You sit up, furrowing your brows, “you okay?” you ask when you see the conflicted look in his eyes as he stares at you, “Eddie?”

He blinks, snapping out of his thoughts, he tries to give you a smile, “y-yes.”

“Are you sure?” you frown.

“Yeah,” he whispers as he stares at the slight pout on your face, the worried look in your eyes. Damn you, why do you have to be so adorable? “What did you say right now?”

“Uh, I said that we should get out. We’ve been cooped up in here for weeks now, we gotta take a small break– just for tonight, it’ll help get some ideas and inspiration back.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” you smirk, “and I already know where we’re going.”

You get up and walk towards him, reaching for his hand, you grab it, “come on.”

Eddie shakes his head, smiling as he gets up. His heart flutters in his chest as your thumb brushes against his skin.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re gonna sing.”

He raises his brows, “the garage is your way of getting out?”

“No,” you chuckle, “we’re going to the bar you kept annoying me in.”

Eddie tilts his head, squinting his eyes, “oh, I was annoying?”

“Very,” you smirk as you lean closer to him, eying the guitar pick necklace around his neck, “kept pestering me.”

He smirks, looking down at your lips for a brief second, “and now you’re here, guess I wasn’t too annoying after all, huh?”

You shrug, “who says that I’m here for you?”

His face falls and he looks confused causing you to giggle.

“I’m here to make music not to hang out with you, Eddie.”

“Ouch, you keep being cold towards me,” he mumbles, closing his eyes as he pretends to wipe his tears away, “so we’re not friends then?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, are we?” you smile as you look up at him, “I thought that we are just band mates.”

“Band mates who spend a lot of time together,” he points out.

“Isn’t that what band mates do?” you giggle as you leave his room.

Well, Eddie certainly never laid on Gareth’s carpet before to write songs with him. Scratching the back of his neck, he sighs. Taking one last look into the mirror before he follows you out.

He walks down the stairs, finding you in the hallway. You stand in front of the mirror, brushing through your hair before you take your purse, fumbling through the small bag until you find what you were looking for, bending forward to get a closer look at yourself, you reapply your lipstick with a concentrated look on your face.

Eddie leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you.

You see his reflection through the mirror, “you want some?” you chuckle, holding up the red lipstick.

His stomach flutters as you walk towards him, he stares down at your lips– your very kissable lips.

“S-Should we go?” he asks, unable to look away.

You smirk to yourself, putting the lipstick back in your purse, you nod, “let’s go.”

After a few drinks, Eddie feels like he can finally relax a little. Weeks of band practice and writing took a toll on him, he rarely ever took breaks but it was time for one, just for tonight at least and he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t dying for a chance to get to know more about you– outside of the music.

“Tell me about Steve.”

Eddie chuckles, “what about him?”

Ever since he told you about his best friend Steve, you kept bringing him up as though you already knew him personally.

“Tell me about him, what is he like?” you ask, “what does he look like? Is he hot?”

He shakes his head, snorting, “well, considering that he used to be the most popular guy at school, I’d say he’s pretty hot.”

Your eyes light up and you giggle, “I knew it.”

He rolls his eyes, “how?” he mumbles.

You shrug, “I just do. Tell me more.”

Eddie clears his throat, “Everybody loves Steve, kids love him, chicks love him– shit, even my uncle loves him. I mean, I get it, he’s cool. I-I didn’t always think that though, I didn’t like him at first, I thought he was an asshole just like every other jock but it turned out that he’s a pretty cool guy. Dustin– our friend, kept telling me so but I didn’t believe him and then he just started to bring him around Hellfire and forced us to hang out.”

“Hellfire?” you ask, remembering the little drawing on his notebook.

Eddie nods, “yeah, we had this club– you know DnD?”

“Yeah, my cousin is like obsessed with it, forced me to play with him whenever I’d babysit him.”

His face lights up and he smiles, “oh, you’re a little nerd too, huh?”

“Not really,” you laugh.

“Yes you are,” he smirks, leaning closer to you.

You get a whiff of his cologne, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and whiskey– something about his scent makes you feel dizzy.

Eddie tells you more about his life back in Hawkins– his old life. He tells you about his uncle Wayne, about how he took him in and treated him like his own. He tells you about his friends about how supportive they’ve all been when he told him about his plans to move out to LA to pursue the career he always dreamed about.

His eyes glint with happiness but also with sadness, he misses them, his family, his friends.

He tells you everything– well, almost everything. He leaves a small detail out.

You tell him about your friends and about the way you used to work with Sam but that’s it, you don’t talk about your dad, you don’t even mention him and it only sparks his curiosity even more.

“Okay, enough with the talking, let’s sing!” You get up, taking one last sip of your drink before you grab his hand, “the stage is free just for us,” you grin.

Eddie chuckles, downing the rest of his whiskey, he gets up, “what are we gonna sing?” he asks, letting you pull him along to the stage.

He looks around, the bar is definitely less crowded than it was that night you sang but there is still a good crowd.

You look back at him with a smirk and by the look in your eyes, he knows exactly what you want. Every time he hears your car pulling up, he hears the same song playing– he is pretty sure that you do it on purpose at this point.

“No…” he groans.

“Yes!” you exclaim with an excited look in your eyes, you turn your back to him as you walk towards the DJ.

Eddie rolls his eyes as he hears your song choice. Closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose, he chuckles a little. He’s glad that the guys didn’t end up joining you here tonight, he would have been embarrassed to sing a Fleetwood Mac song in front of them.

You turn back to him, with one microphone in your hand, giving him an excited grin, “I always wanted to sing that song!”

He can’t help but smile when he sees how excited you are, “what do you need me for then?”

You frown at him as you grab his arm and pull him further onto the stage, “Fleetwood Mac has two singers, dude!”

“We’re not Fleetwood Mac tho!”

“Tonight we are,” you giggle as you hand him the mic, “you sing the first verse.”

“Why me?” he asks, throwing his arms up.

“Because I said so!”

The DJ looks between the two of you, raising his brows, “you ready?” he asks.

You give him a thumbs up and a grin. Eddie shakes his head. Yeah, he’d do anything you say.

“The things I do for you,” he mumbles under his breath as he grips the mic tighter in his hand.

You giggle at the grumpy look on his face, the song starts and he keeps his eyes on you, not really caring about the audience. He brings the mic up to his lips, rolling his eyes at you one more time before he begins to sing.

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

Your smile is so big as you’re watching him, he can’t help but enjoy this moment. Stepping closer to you, he hands you the mic, ignoring the way his heart fluttered in his chest when your fingers brushed against his and you gave him a wink before you began to sing your verse.

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

Just like every time he hears you sing, it’s like he is in a trance and all he sees is you. All he feels is you, your happiness is just radiating off of you when you sing and it’s like he can feel every emotion that floods right through you.

You look into each other’s eyes, nothing around you both exists when you do what you love, especially when you do it together.

His brown eyes flicker with something unreadable, suddenly Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him, placing his hand above yours, he surprises you by singing the chorus with you.

A weird feeling settles in your chest, you have never been this close to him. His nose almost bumps into yours, his curls brush against your cheek, his hand is still on the small of your back, his touch leaving goosebumps on your skin- no, it's more intense than that. His touch is burning into your skin, making you feel desire and need, all at once.

Neither of you notice that you attracted the audience, that the people are watching you with awestruck expressions on their faces.

You can’t see them because all you see is each other.

If you had to describe this moment with one word, it would be; magical.

Sparks fly when you sing together, there’s no denying that you feel something when you’re with him like this.

You get lost in his eyes every single time. He lets you take a look into his mind, only you can’t read it but you can see the longing, the happiness, the passion and the guilt, you don’t understand what the guilt is for but it unsettles you a little.

You embrace each other after the song, you don’t know who made the first move but you don’t care, not when you feel him pulling you closer. Touching you in such a gentle way, it leaves you breathless. His breath hits your neck, a shiver runs down your spine. His arms are wrapped around your waist, hands squeezing your hips.

You close your eyes and so does he, both smiling in happiness.

Eddie smells your sweet perfume, your shampoo that reminds him of his favorite milkshake; strawberry. He can feel your heart pounding as your chest is pressed against his. Your hands are on the nape of his neck, your lips linger against his shoulder. His heart skips a beat and he feels something he has never felt before, a sense of belonging and it catches him off guard, fills him with fear and the need to escape.

His eyes snap open and the smile falls from his face as the guilt settles deep within his heart.

“I think the people love us,” you whisper into his ear before you pull away with a smirk on your face as you point to the people who are still cheering for you, “guess we should sing more Fleetwood Mac.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “you wish!”

You end up leaving the bar after your little performance, Eddie suddenly grew quiet, disappearing in his thoughts. A lost and sad look appeared on his face after you sang the song together.

“Hey,” you nudge his shoulder, “everything okay?”

He nods, still looking at the ground as you wander through the streets, he presses his lips together. I have a girlfriend….. I have a girlfriend waiting for me at home… No. He doesn’t have to tell you, right? There’s nothing going on between you two so there’s no reason for him to tell you about her, right?

“Yup.”

Lies. You can see right through him but you don't push him to talk, you would never do that. You hate when others do that to you.

You nod, looking up into the darkening sky, the color reminds you of the ocean.

“Hey, have you ever been to the beach?”

Eddie looks at you with raised brows, “no.”

You gasp as you halt in your tracks, “you have never– what?”

Eddie laughs at the expression on your face, “I’ve been busy,” he shrugs.

“Dude, you came to LA and you haven’t been to the beach? What is wrong with you?”

He pushes your shoulder playfully, “stop insulting me!”

“Never,” you smirk, pushing him back, “so… wanna go to the beach? We could share a joint and just relax, I know a good spot.”

“Now?”

“Yeah… why not?”

"You carry drugs with you?"

"Always," you grin.

Eddie looks around, scratching the back of his neck. He doesn’t really feel like going home yet anyway, “okay, sure.”

A secluded beach is not what Eddie had in mind but he loves it, it’s too dark to be able to see how pretty the beach truly is but the moonlight brightens it just enough, especially your beautiful face.

The sand is already in his shoes and sticking to his clothes but he doesn’t mind, at least not right now when he is high and without a care in the world. You both stare at the crashing waves, enjoying the sound and the smell of the ocean.

For the past 20 minutes, you sat there in comfortable silence, just passing the joint back and forth– both deep in thoughts.

Once again, Eddie’s mind takes him back to your songs, to the picture on your wall, to the questions about your dad, to your life, to that one song and this time he finally lets one of the questions fall from his lips.

“Have you ever been in love?”

You turn to look at him to find him staring at you already, curiosity swimming in his eyes.

“Why do you ask?”

He shrugs, “just had to think of your song, 'death to my heart',” he explains, reaching for the joint you offer to him, he takes a long drag before he gives it back to you, “first time I read it, I thought that that can only be written by someone who was deeply in love and got their heart broken.”

You chuckle, “I’ll take that as a compliment, that’s what I was hoping it sounds like,” you pause, getting lost in his eyes once again, “but no, I have never been in love before.”

He stares at you in surprise, “seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“B-But you’ve had partners before, right?”

You shake your head, “not serious ones.”

His eyes widen, a frown settles on his face. Not serious ones. He knows what you mean by that and he doesn't like to think about you having not serious partners- it makes him feel jealous.

“But uh– I’ve never really dated anyone.”

“Why not?”

You sigh, placing your palms on the sand, you lean back, “cause I've never met anyone that I liked in a way that wasn't platonic."

He looks confused, waiting for you to continue.

“You know how you sometimes just meet someone and you just both get along so well, you share the same interests and the love for things that it ties you to each other?”

He nods.

“Well, sometimes we mistake those feelings for love, we can mistake platonic love for romantic love so easily, especially when we're lonely and we just want love and when the other person feels the same, we end up in a very messy situation because in the end people we like, adore, admire or love platonically are just people who were always supposed to be friends, just our friends. And that person is someone who was never supposed to be yours, you know?” you pause to take a deep breath, lips setting in a frown as you look into his eyes. "I mean, I'm not saying that you can't be in love with your friend because you can be -- but, uh-- I'm rambling, what I'm trying to say is, I don't want to date someone I just love or have to learn how to love, I want to be with someone that I'm genuinely in love with."

“You think just love isn't enough?” He asks with a frown on his face.

“I don't know. Just love isn't enough for me,” you shrug. "Because what if I settle for someone, build a life with them but then meet the person that I end up falling in love with?"

The look in his eyes is almost one of heartbreak.

“I wouldn’t want to break my partners heart and I'd probably stay with them, but then I’d also be miserable for the rest of my life because I wouldn’t be with the one I truly want.”

His heart feels heavy in his chest, his eyes show nothing but regret and a longing for something he will never have.

"A-And what if you won't find that person?"

"I don't know," you shrug, "I don't have a problem with being alone, I can still see people, you know? But I just don't see the point of being with someone that I don't love in a way that I wish I would. But hey, maybe the love I'm talking about doesn't even exist," you laugh, blushing when you realize how much you just rambled. "And maybe I will actually befriend someone that I end up loving in that way."

He smiles at your words, though it doesn't reach his eyes.

"And the song? It's about two people who met at the wrong time?" He asks, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Soulmates," you correct him.

“And there’s no happy ending for them?”

“No,” you whisper.

“Why not?”

You shrug, heart aching in your chest when you see the broken look in his eyes.

“Because he chooses the wrong one.”

“And what about her?”

A breathy laughter falls from your lips when you think of how dramatic those words might sound.

“She dies of heartbreak.”

“Oh..”

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imahinatjon · 3 months

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Another version of sick reader with jouno, tecchou, and nikolai maybeeeee?

Yup :)

Sick reader ft. Jouno, Tetcchou, and Nikolai!

Jouno

• This guy can tell the MOMENT he walks in that your not well.

• Y'know how when you walk into someone's room or house when they have a cold and it feels warmer? They have the heating up high or something?

• Yeah, no, you don't have the heating up, but he can practically feel your temperature from the door.

• He can also hear your quiet sniffles as you try to breath through your stuffed nose

• He can even hear the rasp in your breath.

• Jouno doesn't need eyes to know when your will. He FEELS it.

• He feels sorry for you. Nobody likes being ill.

• But at the same time? It happens to everyone at some point. So he doesn't change much about his usual routine.

• He might offer you some food that's easier on the stomach than he previously planned. He'll make you warm drinks, fetch things for you so you don't have to get up.

• ...huh... hes kinda like your butler now. Don't abuse this newfound power, he'll know, and will then leave you to suffer alone.

• Simply - he'll do what you want, get what you need, just don't take the p*ss with it.

• Overall, he's nice when your ill. Just don't expect cuddles.

• He doesn't want to get sick too.

Tetchou

• Tetchou probably had a hard day at work.

• All he wants is to come back to you, cuddle, eat and sleep.

• He doesn't know your ill.

• When he sees you underneath 2 or 3 different blankets, he just assumes your also tired, so he joins you.

• Blinks owlishly when you start having a coughing fit

• "Uh...what?"

• You have to tell him your ill.

• When he gets it, he's all over you, smothering you in affection (doesn't believe he'll get ill), offering to cook for you.

• If you don't want him to cook, he'll take no offence and order something in instead.

• He's too busy fussing over you to think about why you would rather have takeout.

• He joins you under the blankets too.

• Beware, you may have to kick him out of the blankets. He gets too hot under there and keeps kicking them off, which makes them fall off of you.

• Don't worry, he always picks them back up, but it will keep happening until you tell him to just not lie under the blankets

• "But-"

• "It's too hot for you, and you might get sick"

• "...okay"

• He just wants to look after you and be as close as possible so you don't get lonely or sad in your sickness

• What was that saying again...?

• Through sickness and in health? Even if you aren't married he believes it still applies.

• Forgive him for not knowing exactly what he's doing. He tried.

Nikolai

• You don't know what this guy does for work.

• He's not trying to protect you, he just never thought to let you know, and you never asked.

• He comes home everyday though, so you assume it's nothing too dangerous (ha!)

• I know most would probably want Nikolai to be caring and nice when he comes home from... whatever his work is, but don't expect that.

• I sincerely believe that he does not care if your ill.

• If it was terminal, that would a different story, but its not, so it isn't.

• He carries on like it's a normal day.

• Walks in, tell you about his day- leaving out certain gory details, asks what's for dinner and how your days been.

• Your too sick to make dinner?

• Oh well, maybe he can try? No. Nope. Not gonna happen. He tried, and he failed.

• Maybe there are some packet noodles around here somewhere? Microwave rice? Cereal?????

• Don't expect anything lavish. He never needed to cook anything fancy or proper for himself, so he doesn't know how to do anything aside from the basics, and even that's not great.

• "What take out do you want?"

• He likes whatever you like so just pick whatever you want. Ask for medicine too, he won't bother to get any if you don't ask.

• He hugs you a lot. But that's normal.

• When it comes to late at night though, when you've long been asleep and he's wide awake, holding you delicately in his arms, he'll frown.

• Your face is flushed and you wince in slight pain every so often. You snuggle as close to him as possible, and he holds you as though your made of glass

• Your ill. He doesn't like it when you aren't your normal self.

• He's a little sad, but reminds himself that this happens to everyone at some point, it just so happens that right now, its your turn.

• He's just glad it's nothing worse

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Still don't know if I'm spelling any of these names right, it's too late for me to check.

Anyway, hope you get better soon!

#imagine #fanfic #bungou stray dogs #x reader #anime #jouno x reader #bsd jouno #bsd tetchou #tecchou x reader #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader

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diagonal-queen · 10 months

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Pardon me if this dumb. Could I request hunting dogs x s/o who has the habit of eating ice when she drinks well... drinks with ice indeed xd

(I think jouno would hate it and tecchou would find a way to make a weird combo. How I love hunting dogs🤧)

Hunting Dogs with an S/O who eats ice

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura, Tachihara Michizou x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do the Hunting Dogs react to their S/O eating ice?

♡ cw: Swearing, use of fem titles like 'girlfriend'.

note: I want it to be known for the record that when I first saw this req I was wandering around my kitchen looking for food, and after I read it I said 'hehe that's cute' so no, your req is not dumb and I like it!! I tried to do some longer ones this time to make up for my lack of posting reqs...apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Jouno:

You're right anon- he does hate it

He doesn't like the sound of your chewing, if you sucked on the ice he'd hate that as well, he's very much not an ASMR lover

He constantly asks why you don't just eat shaved ice or snow cones or something like that, and even offers to purchase them for you all the time

Jouno understands and accepts having idle habits like needing to chew or bouncing your leg, but your one is just...loud, and probably not the best for your teeth

"Don't tell Tecchou about this. I don't need him getting any ideas."

If you tell Tecchou he WILL get ideas and you'll probably never hear the end of it from Jouno

Like one day he'll just approach you from behind and bury his head in your neck while wrapping his arms around you and go "Why did you have to run your mouth like that?" (whiny Jouno >>>>>>>)

He does actually learn to deal with it, but he will not go out of his way to help you acquire ice or anything like that

Honestly at some point he might try asking you to stop doing it, at least as frequently. Whether or not you do it is your choice, he's still gonna love you, but y'know...

He just prefers not to be in the room or whatever when you do it because it just bothers him (from a sensory perspective), not because he dislikes you or anything! The sound just does not feel nice in his ears

But Jouno is willing to put in the effort to coexist with you in spite of the both of you having habits that annoys the other

And THAT'S the meaning of true love folks!

Tecchou:

Once again anon you're right, he uses this to further his weird food combination possibilities

Pray for the rest of the Hunting Dogs (minus Fukuchi) (sorry Fukuchi fuckers) because they're suffering

Tecchou honestly doesn't care about you eating ice as a habit, he just assumes you do it because you like the taste/texture of ice and doesn't question it further

He'll see you eating chunks of ice out of your lemonade or whatever and something like this will happen: "Ice...have you tried pairing it with gelatin?" "What, like jelly? Like, raspberry or lime or something?" "No, just plain gelatin." "...Tecchou babe I love you but-"

(It's because they're both transparent)

Because you do it, he might start doing it too, and seeing how it pairs with different foods

Catch him one morning at 3am in your guys' kitchen just eating a bowl full of ice and pineapple gummy bears with a spoon like it's fucking cereal

And this mf would have the audacity to be like 'you should try this it tastes great' while you're standing there, mouth agape

Please don't tell Jouno about that we really don't need him throwing another tantrum about Tecchou's eating habits

You and him would drink lots of icy lemonade together though because that actually is a transparent drink that goes well with ice! (thank god)

All in all he accepts you, so accept him back rn 😤

Tachihara:

With the stress Tachihara experiences on a daily- nay, hourly- nay, minutely basis, he probably chews ice as well

Or at least he's understanding of the concept, so when he learns that you do it he might make a comment on it, but ultimately he doesn't mind or anything like that

If you guys ever go out to eat or anything like that he always makes sure whatever drink you've ordered has ice in it (as in he will say 'Please can you add ice to this' and will continue until the poor waiter relents and does it)

Also, if he ever brings you fast food or anything similar he will have bought you a drink with ice in it

He even makes sure to add filling the ice tray in the freezer to his to-do list and everything 🤧 bro is a 10 through and through

You develop this little tradition thing where you bring each other cups of ice when you're sad to distract from the sadness and help you feel better :')

You and Tachihara also chew other things like gum and stuff as well, it's a never ending thing with you two (not that that's bad! Stimming is perfectly fine and healthy) so it's a little like a couple's thing and that's cute

You know those things that people do where they get flavoured water or juice or whatever and then freeze them into ice cubes basically?? You guys would totally do that! And you'd make each other different flavours and everything

The only maybe bad thing about it is that other people can sometimes be weird about it, but that doesn't matter when you guys have each others' backs

Teruko (platonic):

Teruko has absolutely no issue with it

...after she finishes making fun of you for a couple minutes

She would think it's a bit of a weird habit and tell you you're like a bear (they don't even chew ice probably?????)

But she accepts it very quickly because she understands that it comforts you/makes you feel happy

She would start chewing ice after learning that you do it, just so you two can match (and annoy Jouno, that's like half the reason she began chewing ice- tbh you were probably just an afterthought T-T)

As we know Teruko would be the ultimate bestie and thus would defend your interests and habits with her life, so Jouno wouldn't really end up being much of an issue for you

She goes as far as to make it a point to hang out with you outside more often so you have more opportunity to purchase drinks with ice in them

Also stocks up on similar items like popsicles for you to chew on whenever you visit her

As long as you also promise to do the same for her though

Teruko would definitely finish a drink and then just pour her ice into your cup (and probably spill your drink everywhere) without any regard because her brain just says 'my friend likes ice so I'll give her ice and make her happy :D'

Like I said, super highschool level bestie

I mean you already have to endure her...interesting personality, so this is really the least she can do. You guys <333

Fukuchi:

Let's not pretend that he wouldn't learn about your ice habit and then like. Import fresh Antarctic ice right from the source for you to chew

Fukuchi DEFINITELY has enough power and influence to do something like that. When asked why he's probably so casual about it too like "My girlfriends likes ice" and NO further explanation

I'm just imagining you sitting in like a meeting next to him or something (cus he invited you, cute date ideas heheh), probably with government officials or whatever, and the room is entirely silent except for the sound of you chewing ice

And nobody *dares* to say a word about it

He probably gives you ice to shut you up sometimes (either because you're arguing or because he needs to get work done, something like that) and you can't even be mad about it

He'd buy another fridge for ice trays so you can drink like anything you want with ice and never run out of it

I don't like Fukuchi myself but even I can't deny the amount of sugar daddy boyfriend potential this man has, and thus I feel obliged to share it with the world

Imagine he has like an esky full of ice chunks that you put alcohol and drinks in or whatever, and he takes out the drink that he wants and just hands you the whole ass esky full of ice 💀

The other Hunting Dogs don't even question it either because this fucking guy...sometimes there are questions that are best left unanswered and you and Fukuchi are a great example of that

Taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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ok so breakfast for the morning after crazy sex last night right? what meals will they cook for u

Anon. Your brain is beautiful. Thanks for asking!

Lookism boys serving you morning-after breakfast

"I'm ravenous after a night of love-making."

Kicks you out straight after doing the deed

Listen. If these guys don't really care for you, then they're just gonna hump + dump. It's a booty call, don't read too much into it. Bye!

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Johan Seong, Vin Jin, Ryuhei Kuroda

Something normal

Jake Kim, Sinu Han: Pancakes with a squirty cream winky face. Eggs with ketchup winky face. Coffee with really shitty winky face. You get the idea. Just anything that he can draw a winky face on tbh.

Zack Lee: A bit healthy and vanilla, granola bowl. But he puts extra care into it! Probably snaps a few pics for his social media to subtly brag about the morning after with you.

Vin Jin: Shockingly shitty cook. Makes you toast and will end up being a blackened lump. He tried.

Eugene: Obviously has the money to spend, but prefers the normalcy and intimacy of a nice breakfast. Maybe something simple like porridge or cereal. It's just a way to extend his time with you.

Eli Jang: Normal, but he's the definition of the below. You're getting Yenna's castoffs.

Logan Lee, Jace Park: For Logan, I can't explain it, but I hc the below. For Jace, it's obvious.

Full banquet, anything and everything

Jay Hong: A gentleman, with a big fat... wallet. Can't cook, but he happily orders in a magnificent spread for you. He will treat you right before, during, and after.

Xiaolong: Lets not think too hard about how this works. Anyway. He prepares EVERYTHING. Home-cooked vibes. Though if there's something you want and it's not there? He will drop everything and run out and get it.

DG: He's a k-pop idol with a figure to look after. Likely something light for him, but he will indulge you with whatever your heart desires.

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo: Orders an entire goddamn 5* buffet if you're tolerable. If.

Whatever~

Vasco Tabasco: Doesn't believe in breakfast foods. Whatever he is craving is acceptable. Curry, spaghetti, fries, fried chicken, fish stew etc.

Daniel Park: Also one to eat whatever. Calories doesn't matter for Big Danel, and Little Daniel will use this as an opportunity to also stuff his face.

Johan Seong: You expect breakfast?! Here's some stale crackers from god knows where.

Warren Chae: Have you seen where he lives? You're getting whatever he can get his hands on but he WILL make it romantic. Everything will be heart shaped and served with a blush.

Ryuhei Kuroda: He doesn't do morning afters. So. This is awkward and weird. How about another round instead?

Goo Kim: This man can do it all. He can be rude, normal, or let his freak flag fly. Cooks you up one of his fave breakfasts.

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oomisluvr · 11 months

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YOURS, MINE, OURS (I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS)

SYNOPSIS: kiyoomi sucks at housework and you are absolutely no help.

WARNINGS: none! probably some swearing, but that’s all :’) useless!sakusa, never-learned-now-to-hang-a-photo!sakusa, also the beginning of domestic!sakusa, sfw!

“It’s a little crooked. Tilt the left side up a bit–No! My left, not yours.”

“We’re facing the same direction, love. It’s the same left.”

“Don’t sass me.” You suck your teeth, “You’re the one that asked for my help.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kiyoomi dismisses you, arms still outstretched to successfully level the small frame, “Does this look any better?”

It doesn’t. It's actually worse now.

“Looks fantastic.” You quip helpfully.

With a final huff, Kiyoomi steps back to look at his handiwork, hands braced on his hips like a proud father. Silence weighs heavy between you two. He sighs.

“I’m gonna burn down this entire building.”

“It’s not that bad, babe.”

“This looks awful. I mean, did I put this up during an earthquake? What even happened?”

“It’s an easy fix. 30 minutes max.”

“Tiktok made it look so easy.” He groans, heading for the kitchen, “‘Quick-and-easy home project’, my ass. This whole ordeal has been lengthy and difficult.”

“You’re not gonna fix it?” You ask, a bit shocked. Kiyoomi’s never been the type to abandon a project of any kind.

“I know my limits. It’s tomorrow's problem.” He decides, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and hunting for some cereal. Brown eyes peer into your own, “Do I have you for the weekend or are you going home?”

“I think I’ll stay.“ You hum, watching him pour milk into the small ceramic bowl, “Only if we get breakfast in the morning.”

You’ve been told Kiyoomi’s been less uptight since dating you. More friendly. Open-minded. Willing to try new things. You’ve watched him grow significantly since when you first started seeing him, and you’re secure enough in this relationship to say you’ve loved every version of him. You were friends before you were anything more, and dating him has made your relationship even stronger.

“Done.” He nods, capping the milk, “I’ve been meaning to give you something, by the way.” You watch him rummage through the kitchen drawer, a slight tremor in his movements. Whatever he was searching for lands in your hand with a light toss, the object softly clinking when you catch it. “I want you to have this.”

Unequivocal access to his private space. The key to his house. You blink.

“A key? You want me to start picking up your mail?”

He rolls his eyes, “What I would like is for you to move in with me, but I figured this is the first step.”

“This is…” You swallow, staring down at the metal as if it were alien, “A very big step.”

“I know. I trust you, though.”

To say you’re shocked in an understatement. Your relationship has been nothing short of amazing, but Kiyoomi’s always valued personal space. You expected this stage to come much further down the road.

“My lease ends in a few months.”

“I know.” You see it now, the nervousness radiating off of him. “Believe it or not, I like having you around.”

Shaking your head, “You’ll get sick of me.”

“Impossible. I adore you.”

“I’m messier than you. I’ll leave my clothes everywhere.”

“Then we’ll just have to do laundry together. You wash and I’ll fold?”

“I can’t cook.”

“Me neither.” He suppresses a grin, “But I trust that we’ll figure it out.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m not going to win this, am I?”

He shakes his head, black curls bouncing effortlessly with the movement, “Nope.”

Your expression softens, “I’ll drive you crazy.”

He hums, dipping down to press his lips to yours, “You already do.”

Jumpcut to all the pictures falling off the wall and shattering because Kiyoomi has no life skills :D

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wisdom teeth - trevor zegras

hey there anon! thanks for your request!

prompt: getting your/their wisdom teeth taken out

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when you had gotten your wisdom teeth taken out, it was atrocious to say the least. you kept screaming and feeling mixed emotions with everything. that’s why you currently were feeling bad for trevor because he would also have to deal with the pain, but you felt bad for yourself too. trevor on drugs, complaining about the pain, yelling, and being extra crazy would be an extremely hard thing to control.

just as your alarm started going off, you heard an annoyed groan come from beside you. trevor was not excited at all. you would tell him over and over that he would be fine, but he never listened.

“trev, you gotta wake up. we’re gonna miss the appointment if you don’t” you whispered to him. “that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

after you dragged him out of bed, you made him get dressed into something comfy for afterwards. all the talking you did to help him just made him more nervous.

you both had ate some cereal, and then we’re on your way. in the car, you looked to him and said “hey, it’s okay to be nervous. sometimes we have to do things we don’t like, but it will be over soon. i promise.” “okay, thank you. you’ll be there when i wake up, right?” “yes, of course”

you drove the both of you to the dentist. he hesitated to get out, but eventually did. you told the receptionist his information and she took you to one of the prepared rooms. as trevor sat down on the bed, you grabbed his hand to reassure him that you were there. you didn’t want him to feel alone.

the nice dentist came in and she hooked trevor up with an iv. before she put him out, you told him you loved him. she made him count down from ten, but he couldn’t reach 5 before he was out cold.

while you were scrolling through your phone in the waiting room, you heard the same receptionist from earlier yell “trevor zegras!” you took that as your cue to make your way back to that same room.

upon your entrance to his room, you see a very high trevor. you could barely hold in your laugh. he was continuously laughing and giggling. it was music to your ears.

“he hasn’t stopped talking about you” the dentist told you. “probably because i promised him ice cream” you joked.

“Y/N!!!” trevor had yelled at you. “you came back!”, “i missed you baby!”, “you’re so pretty” we’re all sentences that he had said about you. he was so amazed that you were there that you thought his jaw would snap if he hung it any lower.

“i know baby, i’m gonna take you home now. okay?” you had taken him out of the dentist with some pain medication and extra gauze. it sure was a struggle to get him in, but you eventually did. as you were driving home he kept touching the buttons in the car and you were desperately trying to find what he needed. “taylor, i want taylor swift on”

after you had put ‘love story’ by taylor swift on the radio trevor was ecstatic. he was belting out the lyrics so loud you thought everyone in the neighbourhood would hear him.

after you had gotten home and given him the ice cream, you laid on the couch with him by your side. what you didn’t expect, was for trevor to be clingy after. he jumped up next to you and laid his head on your chest, grabbing your waist. any time you spoke, he would snuggle closer as if he was going to lose you.

trevor was a big baby when it came to injuries or sickness. this wasn’t any different. this day though, he was also funny and extra happy. mostly the drugs did the work, but it’s better than nothing.

you both ended the day by falling asleep, watching disney movies of trevor’s choice, of course.

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sorry for not posting yesterday :( i was just too tired and didn’t have any good ideas

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let's get it on (someday)

here's my fic for the delightful @roosterforme 's "Love is in the Air" Valentine's Day writing challenge! my story has the song "let's get it on" by marvin gaye in it, though it's only at the end a little. this was so fun! | meet-cute (light tw for being bothered by a random man), fluff, friends on the cusp of something more, 2k

It starts in the grocery store. It's kind of late and you're tired and don't have a lot of patience left and this man old enough to be your father won't leave you alone. He tries to talk to you by the lemons and again by the bread and it doesn't feel the wrong side of friendly but you don't like how he keeps running into you. So you look for someone to talk to in the store, but it's late and your options are limited.

Maybe you should just forego the rest of your list and head home and then you turn into the cereal aisle and see an absolutely massive guy in what you're pretty sure is a Navy uniform. He probably not going to be any worse than the clingy stranger you're avoiding, right? So you take a deep breath and go right up to him. He hears you coming and turns to look.

"Hi," you say softly. "I'm really sorry but can you pretend to know me for a second? Some dude won't leave me alone."

Navy man's eyebrows raise and his eyes narrow down the aisle behind you. "Are you okay? Should we get someone who works here?" he asks. His mustache twitches. "Is it the guy in the polo?"

"Yeah, that's him. And no, we don't need to. He just...won't stop talking to me." Your tight smile and firm dismissals had not been enough.

"Gotcha," he says. "I'm on it." You take a step closer to him and he turns back to the cereal, clearing his throat. "I don't know what you have against fruit loops," he says, much louder than before. "They're clearly the best cereal and I'm sure they'd make you a morning person for once."

You feel your mouth lift at one corner and you huff a laugh. He's studying the cereal boxes like it's his job, so you take the chance to quickly look him over. His basket has only a few things in it -- protein powder, bananas, and cookies. His uniform says BRADSHAW; he's not the first Navy guy you've seen, since the base is close, but he's the first one you've talked to.

You hear the cart wheels behind you slow and then speed up. "Well, they make me feel like I'm gargling sugar," you say. Bradshaw laughs, bright and loud, and the cart fades away.

Your shoulders drop. "I think he's gone. Are you okay?" he asks again, turning to face you. He doesn't move any closer, keeps his posture relaxed. He really is quite big, you realize. Broad shoulders and rather tall.

"Yeah," you tell him. "I was probably overreacting." Bradshaw shakes his head.

"No, trust your gut," he tells you. "I'm sure you know that. You gonna be okay? I could uh, walk with you, or something?"

"I'm about to check out, so I'll be fine." You smile at him and his brows unfurl. "Thank you so much, and I'm sorry again for bothering you."

"No need to apologize," he tells you and grabs Raisin Bran from the shelf. That makes your smile turn into a grin. Not a Fruit Loops guy after all, it seems.

You put the whole episode out of your mind as soon as you get home. Just another day in the life, right? The guy was cute but the whole thing was kind of mortifying so you forget about it.

The next week you go out with your friends to a bar near the base to meet some people they know. The Hard Deck is clearly a Navy bar, based on the sheer amount of uniforms around. You get introduced to a round of aviators with callsigns like Phoenix, Fanboy, Hangman, and Bob. And then --

"Rooster," says the last guy, turning towards you, hand outstretched. "Oh, it's you!" You let out a laugh of surprise as he pumps your hand once, his palm warm and callused. He's not in his uniform this time, instead in a tank and busy looking short-sleeve shirt.

"You guys know each other?" the blonde one, Hangman, asks.

"Kinda," says Rooster, just as you say, "Not really."

"Interesting," says Hangman, sounding very interested indeed.

"We ran into each other at the grocery store last week," you say. Rooster follows your lead and shrugs, not providing any more details. "Bradshaw, right? Or should I call you Rooster?"

"Bradley," he tells you. Everyone seems to lose interest in you two, including the blonde, though you notice he wiggles his eyebrows before going to get a beer. "You can call me Bradley, if you want."

You tell him your name and he smiles. "What are the odds, huh?" he says. "Glad that this time it's under better circumstances."

"You and me both." He sticks a hand in his pocket, running the other through his hair. He looks carefree here, relaxed, and the energy spreads to you.

"Can I get you a drink?" Bradley asks.

You get to chat a little over some beers before you're roped into a game of pool that pulls you from him. It continues to go like that for the next few weeks -- you see him here and there when you go out with your friends as your circles merge. It's enough to admit that you're nursing a small crush on him and his sun-kissed skin, his bright eyes, his warm tone. But you don't spend enough time alone for you to consider yourselves friends, not really.

When the time comes to finally hang out one-on-one, it's just like your first meeting. You're at a bar you haven't been to before waiting for your friends but they're late and unfortunately for you, you run into a guy you went on a few dates with while trying to order a drink.

"Do you want to come sit with me? I'll buy your drink," he says, and you look around desperately for an out.

And then.

Bradley walks through the door. He looks around before sliding up to the bar with his usual confidence, though it's not his usual haunt, on the other side of the room.

"Nice to see you," you tell the guy. Alec, or Aaron, or whatever. "But my boyfriend just got here." You walk off without another word and make a beeline for the only familiar face in the room, trying not to think about how glad you are to see him and the lie you just told.

"Bradley!" you call and he looks up immedietly, a slow grin spreading across his face at the sight of you. You squeeze close to him, closer than you've ever been. "Hi," you say, a little out of breath.

"Hi yourself," he replies, looking a little amused at how in his space you are.

"I just ran into a guy I went out with a few times and he wouldn't stop talking to me--" Bradley's brows furrow, so you rush on, "--not being inappropriate or anything but I told him you were my boyfriend so he'd lay off--"

"Hey, hey, hey," Bradley says. "Slow down." He looks across the bar, eyes narrowed, and it's just like the grocery store. You manage to contain your exasperated laugh. "Is he wearing a salmon shirt? Damn, ugly color."

You nod. "Is he looking?" Bradley nods.

"Well, let's scare him off. I'm going to touch you, okay?" His words make something tighten in your chest but you nod and his arm comes around your shoulders and pulls you even closer, your sides totally pressed together. His lips ghost your hairline and you instinctively wind your arm around his waist.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, your jaw moving against his shoulder.

"Waiting for the crew," he says. "Wait, did Natasha invite you, too?"

Sneaky, sneaky Natasha. She's almost certainly caught on to your crush on Bradley and you suspect she didn't tell you he was coming on purpose. "She did," you laugh a little. His arm squeezes you once.

"Looks like we're waiting for the same bunch." The bartender comes over and Bradley orders a beer. You ask for the same and he opens a tab.

"You don't have to do that," you tell him. He removes his arm from around you to grab his beer and presents his empty hand, palm up.

"Don't worry about it. I think salmon-shirt is gone, so do you want to find a table?" You answer him by lacing your fingers with his and he leads the way through the crowd, finding an empty booth in a corner that you slide into. Bradley lets go of your hand and you sigh at the loss before you know you're doing it.

"Thanks for the help," you tell him. "Again." He scoots a little closer to hear you better and your legs press together.

"You don't have to thank me," he says, shaking his head. "Shouldn't be happening to you in the first place."

"Well, I'm glad to have you around anyway." You lift your glass and Bradley clinks his with yours.

"Am I interrupting something?" A drawl causes you to start, sloshing a bit of your drink onto the table. You look up and see Hangman watching you both with raised eyebrows.

"Hi, Jake," you say. He's kind of a dick, sure, but you think he's funny and he riles Bradley up in a way that you find endlessly amusing. Hangman scoots in to the booth and Bradley's arm drapes a few inches above your shoulders.

It's a nice night out once the rest of your friends get there and you forget how the night had started -- and that Bradley pretended to be your boyfriend as a ruse. It felt good to be close to him at the bar, and still feels good here in the booth. His arm gets closer and closer to being across your shoulders all night, and your legs remain pressed together. He gets you another drink and then water when you both switch to it. It feels like every time he looks at you when he sits back down he's smiling just for you.

When the evening comes to a close, everyone drifting out to their respective rides home, Rooster leans close, his lips to your ear.

"Do you want a ride home?"

"Oh," you say, pulling back from him a little so you can look at his face. You look at the small nicks and scars that dot his skin, the glow he always has, the deepness of his eyes. Even though you've only been around him with other people, Bradley always looks at you full on when he's talking to you, when he's listening to you. "Sure. You okay to drive?"

"Yeah, been on water for at least two rounds." He stands and his hand hovers over your lower back the entire way to his Bronco.

He backs out of the lot, his hand on your headrest. "Did you have fun?" you ask him. He hums and turns the radio on low. The song playing is "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye. "Oh, I love this song."

Bradley grins. "Me too," he says. "It was a good night, I'd say. You think so?" He grimaces. "Well, good night after the guy went away, I mean."

You laugh a little. The streetlights bathe Bradley in their glow and your chest pangs at how lovely he looks. "We really need to stop hanging out because some guy is following me," you tease. "I mean, it's only happened twice, but..."

Bradley barks out a laugh as you trail off, startling you. "Sorry," he says, running a hand over his mustache. "I'm not laughing because it's happening to you, I swear." He looks over at you for just a second, seemingly coming to a decision. "It's just funny because I'll hang out, just us, anytime you want."

He's totally blushing. "Yeah?" you say.

He nods. "Yeah," he echoes. "I'd love to."

Marvin's voice fills the cab of the Bronco.

"Okay," you tell him. "Let's."

Let's get it on, let's get it on

Maybe someday, you think. You keep your eyes on Bradley and think about how nice it was to have his arm around you, how safe you feel with him, how his smile makes your stomach swoop. Someday soon.

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