#They don't realise it yet but Dream can really shout when he wants to

[somegrumpynerd]

I think that nightmare living with his boys after the truce(actually even before that) is literally hearing a clink and him yelling "KILLER, DUST, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN AND STOP FIGHTING"

(I don't know if I worded that right so I'm sorry if you can't understand-)

Oh absolutely!! When Nightmare hears rummaging around in any room he has to go check, because usually it's just Horror preparing food or one of them doing something, but there's always a chance he's about to break up a fight

What I like to imagine is how long after an agreed truce (and assuming Dream comes to visit now and then) does Dream feel confident enough to break up the fights

(He's very good at it, as it turns out)

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Save a Horse, Ride a (Space) Cowboy

tom ryder x reader 2.2k words

summary: Tom in his space cowboy outfit really does something to you. Something that makes you forget about everything else.

tw! almost smut. really basically smut.

(THE PICTURE HAS BEEN UPGRADED YESSSS!!!!! thank you all for bearing with me <3)

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It's hot. It's unbearably fucking hot. You're sweaty, your shirt is sticking to your back, your sun hat seems to have no effect at all anymore and that Tom is running around right in front of your face in that gods damned space cowboy outfit is not helping at fucking all to cool you down.

Fucking hell.

It's genuinely not funny anymore.

Tom himself had you rubbing your thighs together more than often enough, but with that fucking cowboy hat on too now? Holy shit.

The only good thing about the desert heat is that you can blame the sweaty stickiness you're feeling on the temperature, the sun and the sand. Maybe not how you've soaked through your underwear, but... It's a start, at least. It's probably why Tom hasn't subjected you to one of his scrutinising stares yet - one of those with raised eyebrows and his whole attention focused on you.

You're restless because of the sand. Sweaty because of the sun. Avoiding his gaze because you're so uncomfortable in this blazing hot weather.

...Yeah.

"One more take and we're done", Jody shouts. You can hardly bite back a groan. Wonderful. One more time you'll have to watch Tom run around in that fucking outfit. At this point, it's close to torture. A part of you wants to just dash back to the trailer and take a very, very, very cold shower.

But you can't, this is your job, so you close your lips around the straw sticking out of your water bottle and watch. Watch Tom in that goddamn cowboy hat save his alien princess.

"You're drooling", Venti whispers, startling you so badly you flinch away from her. God, she has a fucking talent for appearing in places she shouldn't be.

"Fuck off", you mutter, your eyes clinging right back to Tom as he wraps his arms around his co-star. Oh, you'd very much like to switch places with her right now - even in this boiling desert hell.

"You know, technically, he's your boss", Venti goes on, entirely undeterred by your not-so workplace friendly language.

"Technically, he's my boyfriend", you bite right back at her, trying hard not to get weak in the knees as the camera zooms in closely on Tom's face, all big eyes and chiseled features appearing on the display next to you. He's fucking marvellous, goddamn him.

You still don't know just how he's your boyfriend. Venti's right - technically, he's your boss. You'd applied as his assistant one day and now here you are, dating the most famous action star of the moment. And he really does have it all: the face, the fame, the green. You're not quite sure he's even real, to be completely honest. A tiny part of you is constantly dreading that when you open your eyes in the morning, it'll turn out he's nothing but a fever dream after all. Or a hallucination. Maybe you're crazy.

"Alright, we got it!", Jody shouts, pulls you from your thoughts - from the way you'd been ogling him - and drags you back to reality. You hadn't even realised you'd started chewing on your lip. "Great shot, really, well done, we're gonna take a break before we shoot the next scene!"

The word break echoes in your mind like a fucking hallelujah. With a start, you rush towards Tom, almost stumbling over your own two feet as you grab his water bottle and hold it out for him.

"Here", you breathe, hoping, praying you don't look as debauched as you feel. Then again, you've sweated through the few layers you're wearing, so you probably do.

"Thanks, love", he smiles, reaches for the bottle and takes a sip. Then he looks you down. And up. And down. And up again. And your hoping, your praying crumbles right down to nothing, because he gives you that very stare you'd been dreading, the one that shoots like x-rays through your body and lays you bare for him. "You feeling good? You look hot."

Fuck, you are hot. Just not because of the blaring sun.

"I'm fine", you lie, even though you can feel your cheeks warm further. Just watching him close up on a screen is already enough to get you wet, but to have him this close up? That's even worse. "Just the temperature, I guess."

You shrug for good measure, but he still doesn't seem all that convinced. He eyes you once more, trailing his gaze down your body, then up again. It's hard to keep upright at this point. God, that outfit he's wearing really does something to you.

"Do you want to eat?", you blurt out, anything to get him to stop scrutinizing you. And to actually do your job. "I could get something from the buffet, take it to the trailer or-"

"I could eat", he interrupts, the corners of his lips tugging up. His sudden grin distracts you. Mindlessly, you nod along.

"Sure, I'll find something you like", you mutter, ready to turn and plunder the buffet table when his hand closes around your arm. Your heels all but dig into the sand below. He really has too much of an effect on you. You could easily slip out of his grip if you wanted, and yet you're frozen in place.

"You know what I'd like right now, baby?", he asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he takes a step closer. Fuck, he's so handsome. "You."

Barely three minutes later, he's got you pressed against the inside of the trailer door, cold metal against scorching skin as you try to catch your breath. You're panting, cheeks surely flashing red, and you'd like to blame that on the sun, on the sand, on the desert - but it's him, it's him, only him. It's him and that goddamn space cowboy outfit they'd put him in.

"Tom", you breathe, your fingers cramped around the collar of his shirt, clenched so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. He's real, he must be. You just can't quite figure out how.

"You good?", he asks, his voice deeper and a little breathy around the edges.

"No", you chuckle truthfully, your fingertips dipping beneath his collar and brushing over his skin instead. Your eyes drag right after them, drinking in the bit of bare chest his costume exposes. And that fucking golden necklace, just dangling from his neck like it's not driving you fucking insane.

"Still because of the heat, baby?", he asks, grinning widely when your eyes flicker back up at his face. His tone borders on mocking. Goddamn.

You should have known.

You should have known that he knows.

Because of course he knows. Of course he'd realised that you'd been fidgety and hot and bothered for entirely different reasons than the rest of the crew. Not because of the sun and sand and desert, but because of him. Because of him and that outfit.

"No", you admit quietly, your eyes dropping back down to his necklace as your fingers work open the first buckle of his vest. There's no way you could possibly lie to him when he's got you this close. "Not because of the heat."

It's honestly a miracle that you can even talk while you're undoing his clothes.

"Oh?", he asks, his hands tightening on your waist as you open his vest and rest your palms against his button-up for just a moment. "Because of what, then?"

You bite down on your lip to keep your grin at bay, even as his thumbs sneak below the hem of your shirt. His fingers graze your skin and, as if he hadn't already done enough to you, shoot sparks right down to your core.

"You", you mutter truthfully, drag your palms up to his collar again and begin loosening the buttons of his shirt. You want your hands on him. You want to finally touch him. You're basically melting for him, melting into him, and you want to get that shirt open now. "And this fucking costume. Space cowboy, who had that idea, anyway?"

Tom chuckles at your sudden honesty.

"Jody", he says, all matter-of-factly as you scoff at him and pop open one button after the other. By now, you can feel yourself dripping down your thighs. You're not sure whether it's sweat or not - you're just sure that you need to touch him and him to touch you. Now. Or you'll end up a puddle on the floor.

"Fucking cheers to Jody", you mutter, tearing his shirt open, steadying your palms against his bare, so very, very bare skin and taking a deep, deep breath in. Fuck. He's gorgeous. Drop-dead fucking gorgeous. All abs and hard muscles, warm and sweaty against your fingertips, so enticing, so inviting. You run your hands up, then down his torso, slowly enough to take in every inch you can touch. You could do this for the rest of your life.

"Didn't think you'd be so into it, baby", he murmurs, his fingers dragging fully beneath your shirt now and trailing over your stomach. Usually, he's got you naked and begging within seconds - but he always does like it just a little too much when you marvel at him this openly. It's an ego boost he doesn't need.

"Fuck, I'm into you", you whisper, your eyes catching on his necklace again. O-fucking-kay. So it's definitely not just him. As if in reflex, your finger hooks into the chain dangling from his neck. God, you've been waiting to do that ever since you'd seen him in this damned outfit for the first time. "But the cowboy hat has its effect."

Tom grins and grabs at your waist, pushes you firmly against the door and fuck, he's hard, he's-

"Just the hat?", he asks as your finger tightens around his necklace, as you tug. Tug him right into you, tug him so close that you can feel his breath on your lips.

"No", you smile, your eyes fluttering shut. "Not just the hat."

And then you pull him in and kiss him.

He's pressed against you, his shirt open, his hands on your waist, and he's all but crowding you against the door. His beard scratches against your skin in such a heavenly way you can hardly keep from pushing back against him. He really shouldn't be such a good kisser, not when he's also that good-looking, that talented, that famous, and that rich. He's truly got it all. And you can't do anything but melt into his arms, melt against his body, melt... quite literally.

"Tom", you moan, barely above a breath as you pull at his necklace and drag your free hand down, down, down to his waistband. Your fingertips catch on the button of his pants. "Fuck me."

He's just pulling his arms away from your waist and grabbing for your thighs, grabbing to wrap your legs around him when there's a sharp knock at the trailer door. You startle so badly you flinch and so does he, stumbling further into the trailer, knocking against each other, tripping over each other, steadying yourselves in just the right moment before the door opens.

Gail.

Standing in the bright light of the sun, her sunglasses high on her nose, her expression nothing short of frantic, one hand on the doorknob and the other curled like she's trying to strangle the fucking air.

"Ryder", she seethes, then pauses and takes a deep breath. You're so shocked you can't do anything but stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. "Take off your fucking mic before you hook up with your girlfriend."

Tom scrambles to pull out the tiny, fuzzy microphone stuck to his vest. He holds it in his hands for one, two seconds, his eyes wide as he stares at it - then he chucks it at Gail, who doesn't even make a move to catch it before it lands on the ground.

Embarassment shoots through your veins, glues you into spot and if you hadn't been flushed, sweaty and trembling already, you surely would be now.

Holy fucking shit.

Tom had been wearing his mic.

He'd been wearing his fucking mic during all of this.

The entire fucking crew had listened in on you and him making out.

Gail turns around and lets the door fall shut, one deafening thump of metal against metal that tears you from your spiralling mind and hurls you straight back to reality.

"Tom", you gasp, balling your hand into a fist and hitting him right in the chest with it. "You didn't take off your fucking mic?"

He doesn't even have the decency to look apologetic as he shrugs. No, there's already a grin licking at his lips again, a grin that tells you he's neither embarrassed nor going to remember taking his mic off the next time.

"I had so much more important things to think about", he chuckles, wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close again.

He's still half-naked.

You feel your breath hitch.

"Tom", you mutter, your fist resting against his chest. He can't be fucking serious. He cannot be fucking serious. You're burning with embarrassment, petrified with shock - and he's already pulling you in again, his palms rubbing into your back. "You horny bastard."

He's already pressed his lips to yours before you can finish, and despite yourself, you have to grin.

"Promise you'll take your mic off next time", you mumble into him, then you're throwing your arms around his neck and pushing into him.

He's a lost cause. You know that. But it never hurts to try.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober Day 19

Yoongi - Make-Up Sex

Again I've realised we are skipping, We are coming back to Jin, I was finalising some details with my beta who is the inspiration for I dream of Jinnie. Anyway, make up sex and Yoongi One babygirl is uttered, Y/N squirts, and there is an angsty argument, but then I think it's mostly straight forward no kinks vanilla.

"Baby?" Yoongi calls through the bathroom door.

You sit up against the door, keeping him from coming in to get you and cursing the fact no one had gotten round to fixing the lock... just another thing Yoongi must've been too busy to do. You wipe your nose on the back of your sweater and try to stabilise the quiver in your voice. 

"Not now Yoongi." 

"Come on baby, it's getting late, I know you hate when we go to bed angry. Just come out so I can apologise properly and we can sort this out." He says.

He jiggles the door handle, willing it to budge but getting nowhere. You take a deep breath. He’s right, it's terrible going to bed with someone when you can't stand to look at them. When the handle stops moving you shuffle forwards on the floor and reach for the toilet paper to replace your sleeve.

"Just... just give me a little longer." You concede. 

He mumbles an affirmation and you can hear his footsteps as he wanders away. Slowly you drag yourself to your feet, using the sink's edge to stabilise yourself. The mirror doesn't show a friendly reflection. Your eyes are bloodshot, and your cheeks are crusty with the tears you hadn't wiped away quickly enough. You reach for a face cloth and do your best to wipe away the remnants of your fight. 

It'll be hours until the puffy cheeks disappear, but at least you don't feel so gross anymore, you finish your skincare routine while you are there. Leaving Yoongi waiting won't hurt, that's sort of what the fight had been about after all. At least that was how it started.

He was never around when you wanted him to be, never home when you needed him. It was just little things that piled one on top of the other that tipped you over the edge tonight. First, he'd forgotten to put the dishwasher on before he left, an innocent mistake, if it hadn't been the 10th day in a row he’d forgotten. Then, you'd found his socks under the bed, normally not an issue, but you'd just talked about it two nights okay, and he'd promised to be neater. Next, you'd found the empty carton of juice that he swore he'd replace on his way home from the studio.

The final straw came from his phone call just as you were getting ready for date night. Midway through putting the finishing touches on your outfit the phone rang, you had been expecting Yoongi any moment, he should've left the studio 30 minutes ago, yet here he was asking for just one more hour. An hour you begrudgingly allowed him. He guaranteed he'd be home then. So you'd called the restaurant and turned on the TV for an hour.

Then another hour….

Then yet another hour….

Then he was waking you up, clearly having just walked through the door, looking dishevelled in his hoodie and sweats.

You'd wiped sleepily at your eyes, coming away with mascara across your palms. He gazed down at you, eyes filled with pity. It felt like he pitied you for falling asleep waiting for him, for believing his obvious lies, for thinking he wouldn't break yet another promise to you. Then you started yelling, and he yelled back, back and forth for over an hour. Screams of empty promises unfulfilled. Shouts of support not given. Quiet glares while you spelled it all out, over and over again.

Now it all seemed silly. Yoongi had never broken real promises. He treated you like a princess at any other time, he was just really close to his next solo album and it was taking a lot more out of him then either of you had expected or prepared for. It was just so different to his usual self that you were struggling to cope with picking up the extra slack in the relationship. The date night squabble turned into a greatest hits of every disagreement the two of you had swept under the rug for the last three months….

You steady yourself with one more long breath before exiting the bathroom. Your hand lingers on the door handle, having to will yourself to face your own husband… so many things were said that neither of you could take back. The minute your head pokes around the corner of the door, Yoongi reappears in the hall, evidently never having gone very far. 

He holds his arms out to you, welcoming you into his warm embrace, already willing to move on from the ugly night. You hurry to fold yourself into the hug, burying your face into his hoodie. Your face scrunches to avoid more tears leaking out as he strokes your hair and shushes you. 

"Come on, let's go to bed and talk this out." He places a kiss on your forehead and releases you. 

He then takes your hand and pulls you along to your bedroom at the other end of the hallway. You sit on the end of the bed as he goes around gathering the things you need to get ready. He places them next to you on the duvet and sits on the other side. 

"Do you want to get ready for bed first? Or would you like to talk first?" He asks.

"I think we should talk first." You sniffle, hating how watery your voice still sounds. 

Yoongi nods and waits patiently for you to begin with your side of events. It takes you a moment to think about where you really want to start. What the real cause of this argument might've been. 

"I'm feeling a little abandoned right now Yoongi...." 

He opens his mouth as if to counter but you lay a hand in his lap and he stops before the thought fully manifests. 

"It's not your fault, and I know that you're so close to the release date, and I really do think this is some of the best stuff you've ever written. But it just feels like you've let so many things fall to the wayside and I'm one of them."

He nods slowly, digesting what you're saying. He reaches out to caress your cheek and you lean into his hand. 

"I never want you to feel like I'm not here for you. And I know I can't do a lot about it right now. But after this release I am going to be the most attentive man you've ever met. You're going to be sick of me... but I also need you to know that you've hurt me too." He sighs deeply. 

"This is going to sound unbelievably selfish of me, it just feels like you don't always understand that this is something I need to do, and it will never mean I care about you any less. I just don't always have the brain space to do everything you need around the house."

This time it's your turn to nod and think about how to move forward. You understand his point of view, but it doesn't make the processing any easier. Of course now it's just a few household tasks... but what about the hopefully not-too-distant future. Once he completes his military service you'd talked about starting a family, but what if he doesn't have the brain space for that?

You catch yourself from spiralling, that's another conversation, a hypothetical fight for another day when it isn't three in the morning. 

You force yourself to focus on what his words mean for the two of you right now. The words that carry another promise of time made up for that you aren't sure whether you can trust. 

"It feels different this time Yoongi. Sometimes it feels like you aren't going to come back to me, that you're drifting too far away."

"You will always mean the world to me, no matter how far I drift, you will always be my lighthouse guiding me home. Nothing could keep me away from you for too long." He strokes your hair, unmatting the mess left behind by your unscheduled nap. 

You close the gap between you and lean onto his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"I love you so much," You mumble into his neck.

He shivers as your lips ghost against his skin, it's been so long... too long since you've had a chance to be intimate together. 

"I love you too Y/N." 

He tilts his head to the side, and you lift yours just slightly to meet him in the middle. The kiss is slow, meaningful, a promise in itself of the future. He pushes you down onto the mattress, laying next to you. His hand untangle from your hair and trails round to your throat, holding you in place. He applies the slightest pressure, just enough so you can't quite tell if your head is spinning because of the kiss or the lack of air supply.

You reach out for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie to pull him closer. He nearly falls as you force him to adjust the arm that was supporting him over you. One leg falls in between yours to provide the extra support. Instinctively you grind down against his knee, moaning at the friction. The short skirt and skimpy panties you'd chosen did very little to dampen the feeling of him against you.

"Yoongi." You breathe as his lips start to drift along your jawline. 

"Y/N," He mimics "Tell me what you need baby."

"Need you, need you now. You've made me wait so long, please don't make me wait any longer." You practically whine.

"Anything for you." 

He pulls back long enough to pull his hoodie over his head, shirt gone in the same swift movement. You follow his lead, discarding your wasted date clothes off to the side, ready for him to come back to you. 

You slide back on the bed until your head hits the pillow. Yoongi follows close behind, crawling after you. 

"How ready for me are you?" He asks

"Let's just say my toys have not been anywhere near enough to get me off lately. I haven't been able to cum without you all week, and I am so desperate. Please put me out of my misery." You pout, prompting him to kiss it away. 

He barely pulls away from you to line himself up. He supports himself on one arm while using the other to tease you. He rubs his cock pointedly across your clit a few times, soaking the head in your already dripping pussy, making sure to make a mess before starting to push in. 

It's a tight fit with limited prep, but you had thought ahead to have played with yourself a little before the night out, of course, you had thought you'd be having sex after a good night out... but still, you'd take any intimacy at this point. He groans as he bottoms out, breaking the kiss as his face scrunched in concentration.

"You feel so good, baby girl. Don't know if I'm going to be able to hold it long enough to make you cum." He teases, wiggling to test his limits.

"You aren't going to disappoint me again are you?" You put on your best 'concerned' look, realising quickly that it may have been too soon for such a low blow.

Instead of answering, he pulls back quickly, not giving either of you time to adjust before settling into a punishing pace. Each thrust leaves you reeling. You have to hold on to the sheets just to stop from being jolted into the bed frame. All the while he smiles that adorable gummy smile down at you. 

"I'd never let you down on purpose." He groans, slowing down just enough to kiss you quickly before picking up the pace again.

Your knuckles have gone white from holding on too tightly, You can practically feel the knots forming in the back of your hair. The sound of his skin slapping against yours is ungodly. But you can't bring yourself to care, too dick dumb to even finish trains of thought. 

Each thrust hits just the right spot, you can barely breathe each time he buries himself inside of you. The orgasm builds hard and fast, you don't have time to warn him before you are cumming everywhere. Squirting all over his thighs as he keeps driving through, chasing his own orgasm as you become over-sensitive. You whine as he begins to slow down.

Each motion becomes sloppier as he reaches his high, cumming hard all over you as he pulls out just in time to cover you. 

"Seemed only right after you got me all wet." He shrugs laying to your side.

"Not like I could help it." You groan.

"I wouldn't know, you've never done that before."

"I told you... I was really pent up..."

"All I know is I'm going to need you to do that again, maybe in my mouth next time." He gets a pensive look on his face as if he is already planning the next time as if you aren't both still panting harder than a sprinter at the Olympics.

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[maltinonka]

I don't know you yet - Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female Harrington Reader

Word count: 996

Warinings: mentions of dying, mentions of blood, not the best writing, Eddie should really sort out his priorities

Summary: short fic created from the inspiration of @loveronlineee 10k Celebration. Check out her blog, the fanfics there are out of this world! 💜 This is the shortest fic I have written so far but I hope you enjoy it! And congratulations Willow for the 10k! Totally deserved it! 💜💜

Song prompt: IDK you yet by Alexander23

How can you miss someone you've never met? Cause I need you now but I don't know you yet...

The van's wheel bumped into the hole on the road and Steve heard a whine coming from the back. He cursed under his breath and stepped harder on the gas pedal.

"Watch out there Steve!" Dustin shouted, his hands squeezing some bedsheets he found in Eddie's bedroom to the wounds on both side's of Eddie's stomach. "How much longer does it gonna take for you to get us there!?" his face was all wet from crying.

"I going as fast as I can Henderson! You better make sure he doesn't die again before we get there!" their plan was the most stupid one they have come up with yet, but they had no other choice if they wanted Eddie to survive. Steve finally saw the hospital building and some people already waiting outside for them. "Finally! Get him ready Henderson!" the car braked sharply and he jumped out.

"Steve! Where is he!?" you ran to the boy, the medical team right behind you.

"He is in the back, Y/N" Dustin opened the side door and helped them put Eddie on the bed. "He is bleeding pretty badly, we tried to stop it and his heart was not beating for like three minutes, maybe four." Steve was rambling, trying to give you the most informations he could. You had to squeeze his shoulders to calm him down.

"It's okay Stevie, let us take him from here. You two can wait by the front desk, I will get to you." you helped push Eddie's bed." We need a surgery room ASAP!" That's all they heard before the door shut behind you.

Steve hugged crying Dustin.

"Everything will be okay man. He is in best hands I know." they slowly moved inside. 

***** 

Eddie felt like he was drifting, both light and heavy. He weighed nothing but at the same time was so heavy that he couldn’t even open his eyelids. If anyone would ever ask him, that’s how he imagined zero gravity in space to be. Floating around, not a single sound or light, his body was cold but didn’t shiver – just this weird state of no control. Am I dead? – was his first thought. He tried to open his mouth but just like his whole body it was too heavy to even open. 

But can you find me soon because I’m in my head? 

A weak sound broke the overwhelming silence. For a minute he thought, he had made it up but then it repeated slightly louder. It was a voice – he couldn’t understand the words, however he was sure it was calling him.  

“...breathe, c’mon, breathe...!” he suddenly realised he was holding his breath all this time, his lungs started to ache and squeeze, desperate for air. He tried his best and was able to breath in, the sensation of air coming through his nose and down his throat was burning, like that one time he stole uncle Wayne’s whiskey and drank half of the bottle when he was 12.  

The voice was getting louder and louder, being the only thing he could hear, then it all hit him at once – the gravity pulling him down on, he assumed, some kind of bed, the sounds of machine’s beeping and people shouting, the sudden brightness behind his eyes. He opened them, only to be blinded by the lights. 

“That’s it kid, keep those heartbeat for me!” he turned his head to the person that dragged him back. Eddie never even in his weirdest dreams could imagine someone so beautiful as the creature in front of him. She saw his face and smiled the brightest smile imaginable. “There you are. Don’t scare me like that, okay?” he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the sudden weakness overwhelming him. He only managed to slightly nod before drifting off. 

Yeah, I need you now, but I dont know you yet.

***** 

Next time Eddie opened his eyes he was able to define his surroundings. He was laying in hospital bed, connected to some machines next to him. His whole torso hurt like shit. He moved his head to the side and saw the person from earlier. 

You were scribbling something down from his monitors. When you raised your head and saw him staring at you, you smiled that bright smile. 

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Eddie slightly blushed at the nickname. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m... good.” his voice was hoarse like he ate sand. 

“Gave us a huge scare, you know? Your heart stopped beating for 5 minutes.” you raised his bedsheet and started checking his bandages. He blinked, surprised trying to process what you just said. I was really dead?

He winced in pain when you touched his stomach.

“Oh, sorry. I will call a nurse to give you something for pain, okay pretty boy?” he turned red, still not exactly wrapping his mind around everything that was happening. You tucked him back and moved towards the door. 

“W-wait...” he tried to get up, but whined and fell back on the pillow. “Where I... Who are you?” you turned to him and his big doe eyes melted you on the spot. 

“I’m doctor Y/N Harrington. You are in Community Hospital in Anderson.” you smiled at him. 

“Harrington...? Like Steve Harrington?” his voice was finally returning back to normal. Why is Harrington always surrounded with pretty ladies? 

“He is my baby cousin. He was the one that drove you here, with a little boy.” Eddie wanted to ask more questions but you raised your hand. “No more talking for you mister. I have work and you need to rest. I will call Steve that you are awake and come check on you later. See you soon pretty boy.” you smiled at him and left his room. Eddie closed his eyes, a smile creeping on his face. She called me pretty. 

[amyelevenn]

i know you already finished "lost cause" but i literally love it so much i keep coming back to reread both parts-

can you do another ending where techno never comes back to reader and its just really angsty? its fine if you don't wanna! :D

PAIRING: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY: as requested above

WARNINGS: heavy angst, self doubt/hate, insecurities(?)

A/N: ummm yes i love this!! I'm sure you can tell by my other fics how much i adore writing angst, so thank you for letting me write more :D

0.7k words - M.LIST

You didn’t know how to feel.

Something about the letter felt off to you, yet you couldn’t place what it was. You couldn’t put your finger on what exactly made your stomach turn in doubt and worry.

So many different thoughts flew through your mind, screaming unintelligible words at you. Your heart rate was barely louder than the voices, but was pounding relentlessly in your ears, making you feel dizzy, disoriented. The only thing you knew for sure was that Technoblade was gone – he had left you again, and all you felt was numb.

Numb to the pointless scribble on the paper; numb to the ache in your chest; numb to the world.

History had managed to repeat itself even after all of your futile efforts to prevent it, and you hated it. Hated him for it.

You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, to busy burning holes into his letter as if expecting something new to appear. But it didn’t. Of course it didn’t. Your whole face felt hot, cheeks wet and jaw tight.

The mug he had used was still sitting out, so your grabbed it and threw it against the wall, overwhelmed as it smashed and crumbled on the floor. Next was your own mug, then a plate, a book, then finally a pillow before you collapsed in on yourself from angry sobs.

Your erratic breathing echoed around the quiet room, providing zero comfort or help in calming down. In fact, it made it even worse to think of how alone you were out here. Desperate grief gnawed away at you, begging for this to all have been a poor dream, or even a nightmare – anything was better than this pathetic excuse of a reality.

All you wanted was a pair of arms to cry in; a shoulder to lean on when you needed it.

And that was Technoblade.

You could’ve gone to him with all your problems, and he would try his best to help. He would try, and that was all you needed.

But one stormy night, he returned to Pogtopia. You realise now you should’ve noticed the signs that he wanted to be left alone, but you were blinded by your childish love. It was your fault he snapped at you, screaming so loud that it woke up the other two inhabitants. It was your fault he called you weak and a coward.

It was your fault he had left you again. You couldn’t blame him – he didn’t have to stick around here; he had his own life. If anything, you should be thankful; he was at your home in the first place to murder you, and yet he showed you mercy. He let you live, and even gave a bit of support.

But you didn’t want to rationalize. You wanted to be angry at him, and for it to be with reason. You wanted to scream and cry and shout at him, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t, because you had driven him away.

Come to think of it, he was probably disgusted by you. Could you blame him? You, who confessed your love for him. For the Blood God. He was probably repulsed by such a profession.

He probably hates your guts. In fact, he might even come to finish off his favour for Dream.

He might do the world a favour by finally ridding it from your toxicity and harm.

Because in the end, really, it was all your fault.

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Barely a week had passed, and you hadn’t moved from your place on the couch.

You noticed your body giving into death, slowly chipping itself away. You were honestly surprised you had lasted this long, that your organs hadn’t stopped working completely just yet.

The letter was still clutched tightly – pathetically in your hand, crumbled and illegible. Fallen tears had smudged the cursive ink on the paper, fading Techno’s false promise into faint scribbles.

Noticing this, you decided to do something about it.

Moving for the first time in days, your bones ached and screamed out of misuse and protest, but you persisted. Meekly limping into the kitchen, you rummage through a chest until you find the flint and steel you had been digging for. One quiet flick and the page is lit on fire, flames licking and devouring the note rapidly.

The last of the page is left to burn on the counter, ashen and crisp. The small action gives you a minute feeling of relief and satisfaction, despite the burns left on your fingers.

You just wanted it all to be over.

Because in the end, really, it was all your fault.

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🔹Anything that feels good by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 13k, Harry/Louis]

A few seconds pass, then Louis suddenly blurts out the last thing Harry expected him to bring up that night.

“Harry, do you want to nest?”

A mixture of distraught coughing and choking escapes Harry's throat. It feels like his lungs have a leak and all the air is flowing out without him being able to do anything about it. 

“What do you mean?” he croaks when he finds his voice again. “Alphas don’t nest.”

or, the one where alpha Harry gifts Louis nesting supplies, but the omega doesn’t nest.

🔹Here You Come Again by @neondiamond [E, 22k, Louis/Harry]

A year after taking over his family’s peach orchard, Louis thinks he has it all figured out. His routine on the farm is mundane, yet familiar, and his dog Clifford is more than enough to keep him company. It isn’t until Harry, his ex-boyfriend who broke his heart and left their small town a decade ago to pursue a bigger, brighter future in the city, comes to stay on the farm that he realises just how badly he was lying to himself.

🔹dream about a summer night by fearsparks / @onlyforbravest [T, 33k, Louis/Harry]

“Have you kissed yet?”

Harry stammered before finally managing to ask, “What?”

Niall laughed at him and threw an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in. “I said, have you kissed yet? You’re acting like a proper couple, you two.”

“I know.” Harry smiled wistfully. “It’s pretty new.”

“New? Nuh-uh,” Niall disagreed. “You’ve been acting like this the entire summer.”

(Working alongside each other as camp counsellors, Harry and Louis grow closer than they’ve ever been before. That’s not a problem, but now they have these newfound feelings for each other to deal with.)

🔹On Your Left by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose [T, 11k, Harry/Louis]

“Get up! It's Disneyland week!” Louis shouts to his two friends from the end of their bed. It's six in the morning and Louis has been awake for a while trying to kill time before an appropriate hour to wake up his travel companions.

“What time is it?” Liam groggily asks. He pulls the covers from his eyes and squints up to Louis.

“ … six.”

“The fuck, Lou?”

“I'm sorry! The dining hall opens soon and the rope drop is at eight. Plus, Zayn is going to take for-fucking-ever to get ready.”

“Don't drag me into this,” Zayn grumbles. He pulls the covers tighter over his head.

"How long have you been awake?” Liam asks. He halfway sits up in bed so as to not bother Zayn.

“… three-thirty.”

“Louis! You're going to crash by noon today.” Liam falls back down on the bed.

“I won't! The spirit of Walt Disney will keep me awake!”

🔹Hill Country by safetyfilm / @larrieblr [E, 11k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is a farmer. His family gives him hell for it, only because it’s not a nine to five job and he should set a better example for his siblings.

When he's invited (scratch that, required) to pay a visit for a will reading, he has to double down on his work chores in advance. But spring break is just around the corner in Austin, which means Harry's free and he really, really wants to hang out.

🔹I know I've got this (because I've had it all along) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 16k, Louis/Harry]

Louis’ grip is delicate when she pinches the edge of the paper, brows furrowing as she reads the words that are written in an elegant loopy script. She glances at Liam once the words sink in, and he looks so happy and proud, so expectant. He’s on the edge of his seat, only Zayn’s hand on his shoulder holding him back, and Louis can feel something murky swirling in her stomach at the thought of having to feign appreciation. Harry StylesBody Positivity & Boudoir Photography The card is purple, the letters printed on it in black, with an almost lace looking overlay over the words. There’s what might be a bow belonging to a cute pair of panties separating Harry’s name from the service they offer. It’s a cute card. It’s what’s on the other side that has Louis’ stomach in a knot. Good for one (1) photography session and up to thirty (30) photos of your choice.

🔹starin' back from the lookin' glass (there stood a woman where a half-grown boy had stood) by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou [E, 23k, Harry/Louis]

Harry squeezed his feet into the black heels his mother handed him from their little satin bag and stood up, slightly wobbly for a few seconds before he caught himself.

“They’re small on you, I know,” Mama said quietly as she went and grabbed the mirror. “You’ll have to use your first money to get a place to stay, but after that you need to buy shoes that fit you…”

She was still speaking, but Harry couldn’t hear her anymore over the blood rushing in his ears as she turned the mirror and made him look at himself.

He looked… He was… He felt like a woman. Where just under an hour ago, he’d seen a boy, barely a young man, shaving off the bits of his beard that had started to grow in so late, he now saw a woman. She was as real as he had ever seen. His posture, unsure and shy, morphed into hers, shoulders straight and hip cocked as she tried her best to balance herself on the high heels she’d inherited.

🔹Firebird by @wabadabadaba [G, 999 words, Niall/Liam]

“Who is it?” Liam questioned in a whisper. Again, Niall waved him off, but Liam skated to her other side. “Who is it?”

Niall pushed Liam away from her and flipped him off when he hooked his stick around her ankle and pulled himself back in. She was having a hard time focusing on what Paul was saying and she knew Liam wouldn’t stop so she relented and put it on speaker.

“I have seen some of the roster, you have some great guys so far. I have coached a couple over the years,” Niall spoke.

Liam puckered his lips for a kiss, knowing she was referring to him, but she rolled her eyes and pushed his face away.

or Niall is helping Liam practice before his training camp and she gets exciting news about an acclaimed position she interviewed for.

🔹Zoey by @wabadabadaba [G, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Harry knew his first name, but he liked the way Dr. Tomlinson sounded more. Harry watched as Louis unclasped her harness and set it aside and pet her back and under her chin. Louis kissed the top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her- mostly about how pretty she is and how well behaved she is. Harry wished it was him.

or Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

🔹Will Death Be Our Last Kiss, My Love? by @fallinglikethis [M, 6k, Louis/Harry]

As a half-veela, Louis has always had a past full of romantic turmoil. But his past comes back to bite him fully on the ass when a case falls into the lap of fellow aurors, Niall and Liam. A case with which Louis has a disturbing connection to the victims.

🔹Let Them Eat Cock by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 1k, Harry/Louis]

For Bastille Day, (King) Louis gives his loyal subjects a cheeky choice: Kiss the Crown or Storm the Bastille. Part 6 of Glory Hole-idays

🔹it gets dark by @finelinegynandromorph [E, 98k, Harry/Louis]

“I feel like a pin-up of everything I should be at 28,” Louis confesses after a moment. He glances quickly to Harry, concerned he hasn’t phrased himself properly, but she just nods with empathy. And Louis always forgets, he supposes, how Harry really does understand, even if they’re coming at it from different places. They orbit each other, swimming after associations the other never wanted—they always have, and as Louis stands here biting his lip and feeling overcome by stepping into the costume society expected him to pull on as his everyday skin, he realizes that Harry might be the person who understands that best in the world.

or, harry’s a drag queen and louis’ been in love with her for years. an unexpected ode to femininity, in all of its complexity

🔹and i don't care it's obvious by @alwaysxlarrie [T, 20k, Louis/Harry]

However, his issue was that no one had ever created a guide that one could follow in regards to what to do or how to feel when your crush was your sister's best friend. Harry would like someone to please come up with a book dedicated to said guidelines because as it was, he was absolutely winging it and hoping for the best.

🔹Do You Remember Nineteen by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers [T, 9k, Louis/Harry]

Harry was nervous, more than ever before. MSG was something they never dreamt of reaching at only nineteen years old. He took a few deep breaths and looked at his husband, marrying young was the best decision of his life. Harry traced over his ‘L’ tattoo and waited for the sign to approach the stage. The screaming fans fired up his belly. The curtains fell down and the boys started playing.

“We’re The Fools! Get loud!”

🔹Truebonds by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom [E, 39k, Louis/Harry]

Louis doesn't mind being an omega, most of the time. Modern medicine allows him to suppress almost all of his omega traits, but the one thing it can't suppress is his scenting cycle. Fortunately, that only needs to be dealt with every seven years and he counts himself lucky that he can afford the services of a reputable agency.

With his cycle due, he reviews the matched candidates and there's one alpha who fits all of his criteria, S28A. That's pretty much where things start to unravel.

Enter Harry Styles, scenter for hire.

Or the one where Louis is an omega in need, Harry is an alpha for hire, and destiny presents them with a fate they never saw coming.

🔹Now You're Lost, Lost In The Heat Of It All by @marchessa [E, 44k, Harry/Louis]

Green eyes flashed under the emperor's helmet, and he stood proudly in all his glorious armour even when the plates were smudged with blood and dirt, and in some places the steel was dented in. It would have been obvious even to a blind man that the alpha fought alongside his soldiers.

Courage was rapidly deserting Louis as he walked even closer to the menacing statue of raw power and authority. In the emperor's close proximity, the omega queen felt the need to swoon like a damsel in distress, and he had to grit his teeth and focus on the pain his body suffered from to ground himself against the dizziness that slowly began to cover his head in a fuzzy blanket.

" Emperor Styles," Louis greeted him, leaving his bodyguards behind.

Or the story of a great medieval Emperor and his consort.

🔹Here's Your Perfect by @brightgolden [E, 54k, Harry/Louis]

All finesse tossed aside, Harry yanks the envelope from Miss Eden’s hand. He hears her laugh, bright and cheerful as he tears into the envelope. His eyes skipping over the complimentary paragraph congratulating him for being assigned, settling into the centre of the letter - the name of his future mate.

And suddenly, Harry feels there isn’t enough air in this world for him to inhale as he recites the name in his mind. Louis Tomlinson.

In the world where mates are assigned to everyone and deposited to their door when an agreeable partner is found for them, Alpha Louis has recently been given his. However, he is nothing like the type of alpha that the omega academy prepares Harry for.

🔹Sheer Pride by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson [T, 4k, Louis/Harry]

“Wait-” Louis says suddenly, turning around after taking a couple of small steps forward. “It’s just, wow, you’re at Pride with a baby… who’s missing a shoe, by the way.”

“Oh, shit,” the stranger replies, but covers the infant's ears too late. It makes Louis laugh for the first time in a while.

Or: A Pride AU where Louis finally moves out.

🔹Strange Blue Water by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson [M, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry drives home just in time to see the sun.

Or: A Cowboy AU.

🔹Maybe Tomorrow? by Lhhome / @lh-home [E, 13k, Harry/Louis]

Louis resumes walking towards his apartment, lost in thoughts of Harry and how much he wishes he could just ignore his insecurities and also skip over the part where he has to figure out if Harry could even feel the same way as Louis does without ruining their friendship and just get to a part where they are together. It’s only as he is in bed and drifting off to sleep with images of a laughing Harry that Louis realises that he never told Niall his name.

🔹In the midst of a storm by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment [M, 54, OT5]

Zayn didn’t know that a new story was about to unfold right in front of his eyes. If he had known, maybe he wouldn't have been so quick to claim that his life was quiet and uneventful, even verging on boring at times. If he had known, it was hard to say whether he would have stayed in bed that day, kept the bookshop closed, and avoided all that was to come or, on the contrary, gone to the pier himself to greet the newcomer with eagerness.

🔹Searching for a Paradise by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment [T, 5k, Zayn/Harry]

With a good career, a nice apartment and a kind boyfriend, it would be fair to say that Harry has it all figured out. But when her old friend Zayn comes back to London after years of travelling the world, Harry starts to doubt the life that she's built for herself.

🔹Something Blue & Someone New by @littleroverlouis [E, 6k, Harry/Louis]

Single Alpha Louis moves into a new apartment building and doesn't realize he misses courting someone until meeting his next door neighbor, a charming Omega named Harry.

Louis is working up the nerve to officially ask him to court, but what if Harry secretly beats him to the punch?

🔹Crowd Work by @littleroverlouis [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry is a stand up comedian that likes to interact with his audience.

Although tonight, someone turns the tables and roasts him.

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🔹Wanker's Day Fic Fest @wankersday / masterpost

[chatterbox-73]

.The ‘Perfect’ Girl.

.Part III.

.Iida Tenya x fem!reader.

.Oxytocin.

By .Billie Eilish.

Potentially graphic content, please read texted below.⬇️

This series is a character x reader multi part story, there will be graphic descriptions of disturbing content, so please reader the Content and Trigger warnings before reading each part, I do want to advise minors not to read this series. Thank you☺️❤️

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED🔞

A/N: I know I said this last chapter but I’m serious this time, Iida will hopefully be more involved in the next chapter…😀

Also sorry this took me so long to post I just started a new job and it’s doesn’t leave me with very many opportunities to write.

Summary: I can see it clear as day. You don't really need a break. Wanna see what you can take. You should really run away. Other people wouldn't stay. Other people don't obey. You and me are both the same. You should really run away.

Bad things.

Word count: 2.2k

TW: descriptions of murder and violence, !Implied Intercourse!, !Sexual Themes!, !nudity! and swearing.

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Haruto Hasegawa slipped off his shoes and placed his keys into the bowl next to the front door as he stepped into his house, the house seemed cold and empty “darling I’m home” he called out for his wife, “hey Zeus, I’m home buddy” he call his dog, suddenly the big ball of black and white fur came running around the corner, the husky jumped on the man and started kissing him, “oh hello, good boy” Haruto rubbed his dog’s head and face as he laughed, however as he rubbed the dog’s back it felt wet. “Did you and Emi play with the hose? You’re all wet” Haruto continued to laugh as he push his dog off him, the man wiped his hands of onto his pants and watched at his dog ran off down the hallway.

The house was dark which was out of the ordinary because even if his wife wasn’t home she’d still leave the hallway light on and when she was home no matter where she was in the house every single light would be on, “hey Emi, are you home?” Haruto called while he hurriedly followed his dog, when the man turned the corner he was meant with the scene of his wife face down in a pool of dark liquid, the man rushed to her side and turned her over only to find her face had been caved in. “Emi… Emi-chan… are you still with me?” Haruto whimper now realising why his dog was all wet, the dog wasn’t covered in mud but in his wife’s blood.

“She’s dead, she died a couple of hours ago” a voice deadpanned, the man placed his wife down and stood up, he looked around the living room and spotted a naked female figure standing at the window looking out of it. “Who the fuck are you?!” Haruto shouted as he took a step forward “I think you know, Sensei” the figure continues facing the window, the man gasped and stumbled back into the wall, “that’s impossible… I… we… but you were…” his words came out in a scramble, “dead… I was dead, because you killed me… all of you killed me… and yet I’m here” you coldly chuckled, your eyes trained on tree in the backyard.

Everything was cold and still, “you know, I’ve always dreamed of being a mother and I was so excited for a baby… I thought you really loved me…” you held your breath as you spoke, not wanting to give away any emotions, “but you don’t and you never have… now look what I’ve done” you glanced at the man over your shoulder and once you made eye contact with the man he lunged for the house phone, as he dialled numbers and put the phone to his ear you ran to him. “Come help me! She going to kill me!” Haruto shouted into the phone, before you drove the kitchen knife you’d been holding this entire time into his side, the man sputtered and looked at you, as the operator on the phone asked what was happening, “I’m sorry dear, please forgive me” you smiled and lightly kissed his cheek. “Why…?” Haruto asked as the phone slipped out of his hands and dropped onto the floor, “Why…? Isn’t it obvious…?” You hummed as you gripped the handle of the knife before giving it a twist, you had an unnaturally wide smile on your face that made you cheeks hurt. “you did this, you made me like this” you chuckled as you threw his words back in his face, “you psycho bitch!” He hissed as he spat blood in your face, you frowned and pulled the knife from his side. “You really are vile sensei” you wiped the blood from your face and dropped the knife, you turned to walk away however you were struck and fell to the ground, you were than flipped onto your back and suddenly had Haruto’s hands around your neck. Air stopped flowing to your lungs as your vision blurred and spotted, you could hear Haruto spew obscenities at you before you completely blacked out.

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The sound of a tune being whistle came towards you, suddenly you shot up into a sitting position, your head spun and you took a deep breath in, your lungs filling with as much air as they’d allow. You heard a gasp and your eyes focused on the source of the noise, coming into your line of sight was a man with a white lab coat and no defining features aside for the glasses sitting on the end of his nose.

The image of Haruto Hasegawa flashed into your mind and you jumped off the cold examination table, before tackling the man to the ground and hitting him. “Help! Help! Zombie! Zombie!” The man shouted as you punched him and pulled at his hair, suddenly a man in some kind of armour came running into the room and pulled you off the other man before coming the victim to your attack. You continued to punch the new man but when you realised that wasn’t working, you moved onto scratching at his face, however you were pulled off the armoured man before being wrapped in what seemed like a scarf, “calm down, we’re not going to hurt you” said the man holding the scarf, you looked towards him, finding his hair standing up and his eyes glowing, you glared daggers at him before speaking, “let me go.” You hissed as you struggled to get out of his scarf, your eyes searched the room to find away out, however you were meet with a woman in a white bodysuit with a black corset standing in the only doorway out. “Midnight now!” The man in armour shouted and then the woman ripped the sleeve of her bodysuit, a mist came from her and before you released it you blacked out.

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Your close friend Rei sat at his desk on his phone, “I think I’m going crazy” he spoke in a hushed tone and the person on the other end of the phone laughed, “don’t laugh Minoru, I’m serious… it’s like she’s hunting me” Rei whispered as he looked around his room before looking out his window. As Rei finished his phone call with his friend, he watched the small red spider Lily bush he had planted a few weeks ago, just after your ‘accident’. “Darling we’re going to be leaving now, are you sure you don’t want to come?” Rei attention was turned to his bedroom door were his mother stood, “no I’m fine staying home, I have to study” he smiled before focusing on his exercise book, Rei’s mother nodded and spared a quick goodbye before leaving.

Rei read through his class notes and writing down important dot point, flipping through his note cards before his stomach growled, Rei sighed and slumped his way to the kitchen, the boy make a cup of instant noodles and made his way back into his room before sitting back at his desk. “Hi Rei-chan, you miss me?” Asked a soft yet hoarse voice, Rei jumped to his feet and spun around to look at the source of the voice…

It was you, but how could that be? You were dead, Rei knew you were dead, he held you decapitated head. Yet here you are, alive and breathing, just sitting there on his bed naked, covered in dirt and still as beautiful as ever…

“How are you… alive?” Rei asked slowly as he reached for the blanket on the back of his desk chair, he passed it to you trying to not get too close. “I just am, thank you for the flowers” you hummed standing to your feet, while discarding of the blanket he passed you, “I need your help Rei-chan, can you do that for me?” You walked over to him before wrapping your arms around his neck, your friend leaned in slightly “I’d do anything for you” he whispered as he draped his arms around your waist and pressed in close. Rei knew he shouldn’t have but you’re just too inviting he just couldn’t help himself, Rei internally cursed himself for his lack of control before he completely gave in and rested his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m so sorry, will you ever forgive me” Rei hummed against your skin which caused you to giggle, “that tickles Rei-chan…” you pressed in even close “…I never hated you, it was always him” you ran your finger in to the hair on the nape of his neck, before pulling it hard. “Are you really alive? I’m not going crazy, am I?” Rei sighed as you tugged at his hair, you smiled letting go of his hair before grabbing one of his hand and pressing it to your sternum, Rei blushed as his fingers lightly brushed against your breast, but more importantly he could feel your heart thumping away, it was beating at a steady rhythm. Rei was at a loss for words, the heart that had been stabbed, then ripped out of your chest and passed you him, the heart that was small enough you fit in one of his hands, the heart he had buried in his backyard was now back in your chest beating. “What did you need my help with?” Rei look up from your chest and watched a large mischievous smile form on your lips, you cupped his face with your hands and leaned in, “I need your sister’s spare uniform and I’ll need you to act like it’s your first time seeing me alive tomorrow” you smiled and continued on with explaining your plans.

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Rei sat anxiously waiting for everything to unfold all while his class chatted away aimlessly, he was too distracted to focus on anything his classmates were saying, all he could think of was the way your body moulded to his last night. You said it was a thank you for all his help but he knew you were just being cruel, you gave him what he wanted. Closeness. But that’s all it was your body close to his, there was no feelings behind your actions, no longing behind your touches, no love behind your kisses, no meaning behind your stare. Nothing, there was nothing but sex. Rei was greatly satisfied by it, but it was hollow and he knew it meant nothing to you, despite your whispers of ‘how much you cared for him’, you didn’t really care for him, you pitied him.

Soon the chatter came to a sudden stop when Hasegawa Sensei stumbled in. The man looked ragged and tired, his hair is damp and tangled, his eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his clothes were haphazardly thrown on loosely clinging to his body and forearms were littered with scratches, “hey Sensei, you look rough… everything alright?” Called out one of the students, however before the man could answer a voice interrupted him.

“Oh Sensei must of had a pretty crazy night, I know I did” you chuckled, Rei watched as everyone’s faces turn stark white and Hasegawa Sensei looked as though he went through a range of emotions before settling on frustration, “HOW!? HOW ARE YOU STILL FUCKING HERE?!” He yelled and you only tilted your head, “TWICE! I’VE KILLED YOU TWICE! AND… and… a-and…” he falls to his knees and gripped at his hair, “and I just keep coming back…” you smiled as you walked up the man and lay a hand over his, “Sensei I’ll always come back…” you softly chuckled and this sent the man into a rage, he suddenly shot to his feet and wrapped his hands around your neck, before you both fell to the ground, you laughed hysterically like you almost enjoyed it while Hasegawa Sensei yelled nonsense. Everyone stayed seated they were too stunned to move, however Rei quickly stood and before he had a chance to run over to you, the Flame her; Endeavor burst into the room and ripped the man off you after him came in, Eraserhead, Ingenium, Midnight and several police officers. It didn’t take them much to apprehend the man, “hey you, we need you to take care of this one” call one of the police officers, following this another you walk through the classroom doors with a woman who had ash blonde hair and turquoise eyes, you placed a hand on your copy’s shoulder and suddenly she melted into a puddle of blood like goo. “Come on now, we’re leaving, say goodbye to your classmates” the woman spoke calmly, you shared a quick goodbye and walked over to Rei before placing a small crumpled piece of paper on his desk, then turned to leave but before you could leave the woman spoke up in a harsh hiss, “all of you have avoided a very… very long prison sentence thanks to this girl, you should all be grateful” then she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Where is she going? Where are you taking her?” Rei called out now realising you goodbye seemed permanent, “this young girl has shown great potential, so we’ve recommended her to start at UA next year, so we’ll be taking her to Shizuoka Prefecture and until her year at UA starts she’ll be training at the hero commission and also be mentoring under Midnight over there” the woman smiled and ushered you out the door, leaving all the young students stunned, because not only did they fail to kill you, they got you a one way ticket to UA’s hero course.

Rei looked at the note you left him and it made him feel slightly sick, the note read…

“I hope that you never forget me.”

…of course Rei would never forget you, not after everything that happened, not after last night, he’d never forget you.

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boomerang － forty ; reunion

SYNOPSIS you and jake sim have always been academic rivals. it was always you against him for top of the class, and jake is sure that you two were made to hate each other. a couple years later when you debut and become an idol, you find yourself talking to him again - but it’s in a group chat with other aussie idols, and perhaps you realise that he isn’t that insufferable.

High school reunions are always fun.

The last one you went to was the one held just before you had left for Korea to pursue your dream of becoming an idol. And now that you're back in Brisbane, a lot has changed since then.

Especially your relationship with Jake.

The sheer shock on everyone's faces when you two walked into the restaurant hand in hand was hilarious, to say the least. "You're joking," one of your classmates from your old history class stands up, and you can't help but stifle a small laugh.

You slide into the seat next to Jake at the table, and he shoots you a soft smile. "This is the shit I have to see daily," Lily says, sarcasm lacing her tone. "Don't lie! You love us." Jake pipes up, and Lily rolls her eyes playfully as a response.

"This is... kinda crazy."

"Yeah, we haven't seen each other in what - three years?" you say, chuckling. "It's been a while since we've been back... we've all been pretty busy, I assume?"

Most of your old classmates end up nodding their heads, and you smile. "That's good," Lily hums.

For the next hour or so, you all just end up chatting about your respective lives. Mina, from your English class ended up being a lawyer - something she'd always talked about ever since 11th grade.

Most of the conversations end up being about you and Jake's relationship, though. It came out of nowhere - the last time your friends in Brisbane had heard about you two were when you two still hated each other. Then suddenly, your relationship did a complete 360, and you two had begun dating.

"How'd this happen?" "When'd this happen?" are questions that you and Jake have to answer constantly throughout the first three hours of the reunion. You two just smile patiently, and explain how everything happened vaguely - it's not like you want to talk about the whole Seola situation either.

But then you're startled with your friend Sam from your geography class in 12th grade shouting. "Seola's here!"

Jake instinctively tightens his grip on your hand, and you shoot him a small smile to reassure him. You're not too worried, but you haven't seen Seola since the whole situation happened a couple of months ago, and you don't like to admit it - but you're still slightly hurt.

Of course, you're more hurt by Jiyoon's actions, but learning that your friend never really liked you in the first place was bound to leave a wound in your heart, and you're not really sure if that scar had healed yet or not.

"We can leave if you want," Jake whispers in your ear, and you shake your head. "It's just Seola. There are a bunch of people we haven't talked to yet, and I'm not gonna let her ruin the day for me, am I? We flew all the way here to see everyone again." you respond, and Jake nods, pressing a small kiss at your temple to reassure you.

"Why is she here?" Lily asks you, and you shrug. "It's a high school reunion. She went to our high school, so it makes sense, doesn't it? Plus, we were bound to run into her again."

Looking at Seola, it does seem like she's changed quite a bit. She presents and carries herself in a different manner than before, and she's no longer the loud, chatty Seola you knew. She makes eye contact with you, and you catch a small glimpse of her smiling at you before you quickly look away.

You decide to busy yourself by talking to a couple of your other classmates, but then you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to meet eyes with Seola, who flashes you a small smile, regret and guilt evident in her eyes.

"Hi. It's been a while," Seola says, and you nod, your lips pressed into a thin line. "Yeah... it has been."

The atmosphere is awkward, but no one except for you, Jake, Lily and Seola seem to notice. It's as if you four are in your own little bubble.

She looks at you and Jake's hands entwined with one another, and she softly smiles. "I see that you guys are together. Congrats," she says.

"Yeah... thanks." You return her gesture, smiling at her (albeit a little awkwardly, considering nobody has mentioned the elephant in the room.)

"So..."

"So...."

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I've had a while to think after the whole Jiyoon situation, and I realised that I was wrong. I mean... I think I always knew? It's just that I didn't want to admit it - you don't have to accept my apology, by the way. I really don't expect you to, I just wanted to get it out there... since you deserve one. You too, Lily. And Jake, you as well." Seola says, tapping her foot on the floor anxiously.

You're at a loss for words. The last time you had texted Seola - her attitude was completely different. She still hated you, she was still mad at you, and she really didn't care about anything except for her name being slandered on the internet. You suppose she has had quite a lot of time to reflect on her actions - you do appreciate her doing that.

Jake nudges you slightly, giving you a look as if to ask: Are you going to say anything?

You turn to look back at Seola, and you nod politely, giving her a small thank you. "Uh... I don't think I'm completely prepared to accept your apology yet. But I appreciate you giving me one." you say, and Seola nods in understanding.

"That's okay. I wish you the best of luck with everything." she says, and you smile.

"Likewise."

Seola gives you one last smile before walking off to talk to a couple other people, and you exhale in relief. "That was..."

"Surprising?" Jake finishes the sentence for you.

"Exactly."

"See? I know you so well." Jake says, a smug grin on his face as you roll your eyes playfully. "Sure you do." you quip, and he presses a small kiss to your cheek.

"I know your ice cream order by heart."

"Okay... and?" you joke, acting as if him knowing doesn't make your heart skip a beat. Jake pouts, and you chuckle. "Kidding. Thank you for caring about me, Jake."

"Hey, (Name)! Do you want a drink?" Sam calls out to you, and Jake looks at you, a small smirk spreading across his lips.

"Don't you fucking dare, Jake Sim." you warn him, and Jake stifles his laughter.

"She wants a Fanta!" Jake yells out.

"I hate you!" you say to him, and he only laughs at you.

"No, you don't." he ruffles your hair, and you find that it's hard to hide the lovesick smile that threatens to spread across your lips at the action.

Jake Sim is right. You don't hate him. You love Jake Sim, and you are very, very, very happy about that.

And, you decide that you'll just ignore the fact that he just spilled another cup of Fanta on you.

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authors note: oh my god. and thats a wrap on boomerang.. thank you all for coming along on the ride !!! 40 chapters of our silly little bickering jakey/n... i will miss them so so so much :( thank you all for reading, supporting, commenting and sending me asks !!! all really made my day and i hope you all enjoyed this smau as much as i did writing it ^_^ !!! stay tuned for the release of my sunghoon smau's masterlist (that i won't start until may 8th due to camp but!!! you will have something to look forward to i suppose ^_^) thank you all once again for the support on this smau<3

BOOMERANG! a jake smau. genre: smau, angst, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers pairing: idol! jake x idol! fem! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps, photos of yujin from ive will be used to visualise outfit / concepts for y/n! taglist is CLOSED!

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Christmas wishes part 8 fake dating au, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader

How (Name) discovered Peter was Spiderman

warnings: Mentions of violence, blood/injuries

word count: 1.9k

Note: I realise that this gif contrasts poorly to how angsty this chapter is lol.

8 months ago:

(Name) was visiting home from college for spring break. She had been excited to see her family but mostly to see Peter. She'd been home four days and had yet to see her best-friend. Whenever she'd texted him to hang out he'd given her excuse after excuse as to why he couldn't make it. This was unlike him, he was usually always excited to hangout with her when she came back from college. It was strange, very strange indeed.

She lay in her dark bedroom, the light from her phone illuminating her face. She scrolled through her camera roll, her lips tugging up into a smile when she came across an old photo of her and Peter. His arm slung around her shoulder as they pulled stupid faces at the camera. She sighed, she really missed him. She wondered if maybe he just didn't want to see her.

She turned her phone off, the light disappearing like a distinguishing flame. She snuggled into her bedsheets ready to drift off.

Just as sleep was about to claim her, a heavy crashing erupted in her bedroom. It sounded like someone falling to the ground.

She sprung up in bed, wide eyed and heart racing. Her window was flung all the way open, one of the curtains half-hanging from the rod. A tall figure staggered to it's feet. Oh god someone had broken in!

She screamed picking up a thickly bound hardback novel and sent it smacking into the intruders head.

"Ouch." It yelped clutching it's head.

Her blood had turned to ice. "Who are you?!" She shouted, scrambling to stand up on her mattress her back pressed against the wall. She picked up another hardback readying her aim.

The street lights gave her a dim view of the outline of her intruder.

"Please don't throw another one, the first one really hurt!" It begged putting it's hands up in self-defence, the voice sounded eerily familiar.

She lowered her arm. "Wait hold on a second, Peter what the hell are you doing here?!"

Before he could reply her door burst open, her parents charging into her room.

Her mother switched on the light. "Sweetie oh my god, are you alright?"

Peter had miraculously vanished, she frantically peered around the room. Where the hell was he hiding?

"Where are they?" Her father yelled, a tennis raquet in hand.

If Peter had snuck into her room this late at night this was obviously a serious matter that couldn't involve her parents.

"Oh no don't worry, no one broke in I just had a bad dream. I'm so sorry to wake you." She assured her parents.

Her father narrowed his eyes. "Why are you standing on the bed?"

"Why are you holding a tennis raquet?" She argued back.

"It was the first thing I could find."

"You expected to fight an intruder with that?..."

"I didn't have anything else!" He glowered. "And young lady what did you do to your curtains!"

"I was dancing earlier and tripped on them?" She suggested not believing her own excuse as she said it.

Her father gave her mother a skeptical look. "In all fairness, when I was in college I broke a chair drunk dancing on it." Her mother defended.

Her father huffed. "We'll sort this out tomorrow morning. I'm going back to bed." He said shaking his head as he left the room.

"You're sure you're ok?" Her mother asked her.

"Yeah I'm good now mom, sorry to worry you." She lied.

"Alright then, night night." Her mom smiled, closing the door on her way out.

As soon as both her parents had left she slipped off her bed to search for Peter.

"Peter!" She whisper yelled. "Peter?!"

The man in question rolled out from under her bed coughing.

"You danced so hard you broke the curtains, really?" He scoffed.

"That's the first thing you have to say to me? And since you broke the curtains, you can fix them!" She scolded.

"I'll fix them, sorry." He apologised.

"What the hell happened that has you breaking into my room at 3am?" She sharply asked him.

He wearily sat up, letting out a grunt from the exertion. "It's kinda complicated."

"Holy shit." She gasped, taking in his appearance. He was wearing the same outfit as spiderman, the dried blood matching the red of the costume.

"Did you get beat up again at another costume party? Like I told you before, if you laugh at the douchey film guys dressed as pulp fiction characters they're gonna get pissed off." She said jokingly.

Peter didn't laugh. "No." He admitted, a crease in his brow. "This is way different." There was something very off about the whole situation.

She knealt down in front of him. "Wh-what's going on?"

"I don't know if I can tell you."

"Peter please."

His jaw tightened. "Will you tell anyone?"

"I swear I won't say a word, I promise. I just really need you to tell me." She said.

"Ok here it goes." He inhaled deeply. "I'm spiderman."

"Like the superhero guy?..."

"Yeah."

"The guy with the webs and shit."

"Yes with the webs and shit."

"The guy with super strength."

"Yes the guy with super strength, that's me."

She couldn't comprehend what she was hearing. Peter was spiderman? He was well built like some kind of superhero sure, but the idea of her dorky best friend running around as masked vigilante beating up villains was impossible. Was he seriously that detached from reality.

"Are you having some kind of nervous breakdown, is that what this is?" She asked carefully.

"Of course I'm not! What part of I'm fucking spiderman don't you understand?" He snapped.

"Hey good for you I think we'd all like to fuck spiderman I bet he's hot." She teased.

"What-no." He stammered.

"Why don't you get some sleep, you can crash here for tonight if you want and we can talk about whatever all this is in the morning." She offered to him gesturing to the tattered costume.

He grabbed both her hands. "I have to talk to you now, I just need to find a way to convince you."

"There's nothing you could do, that could..." Her words trailing off when she saw him shoot a web at the book she'd thrown.

"There ya go." He said passing the book to her.

Her mouth fell open. "What the hell, you're spiderman?!"

"There's the reaction I was looking for."

"This is big, this is so very very big-why didn't you ever tell me?"

"There's very bad people that have it out for me, that wouldn't hesitate to hurt people I lo-care alot about. I didn't want anything bad to happen to you." He explained lowering his gaze.

She swallowed hard. "Why tell me tonight then?"

"I got into a particularly bad fight and I didn't know where else to go." He confessed.

"You don't look to bad apart from the scrape on your head."

"Actually I've got another scrape on my stomach."

She lift up the material, the "scrape" was a deep crimson gash across his stomach.

"Jesus this is more than some small injury." She worried. "How did you get it?"

"I got it fighting this mafia boss guy. I'm used to fighting all kinds of people, whether it's gangstas or mutant lizards." He shrugged.

"How can you be so casual about that-wait mutant lizards?"

"It was one of the stranger days of my life."

"Is spiderman why you've been so busy for the past few days?" She asked uncertainly, hoping that was the reason.

"Uh yeah." He nervously laughed.

"You can tell me all about it after I've cleaned this wound."

"Yeah that sounds great." He tiredly agreed.

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After she recovered a little from the shock of finding out her best-friend was spiderman (and his damn musclar frame) she got to work on dressing Peter's wound.

"Ow." He winced gritting his teeth.

"I did say it would sting." She sighed, as she dabbed the anti-septic on the wound. "Am I gonna have to stitch it up?"

She would legitimately vomit if she had to do that.

He smirked faintly at her disgust. "Don't worry I have accelerated healing, you just need to wrap it with gauze when you're done."

"Thank god." She said uttely relieved.

"Fuck fuck fuck." He hissed squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

"I thought you had super powers?"

"I do but doesn't mean I can't feel-ah shit ow. Can you please distract me?"

"I could kiss your boo boo better?"

"You're hilarious."

"I could tell you a story?"

"Go on then, it better have won the nobel prize in literature or I don't want to hear it." He said mockingly.

She rolled her eyes. "Anyone ever told you what an absolute optimist you are?"

"Anyone ever told you what an absolute optimist you are?" He mimicked.

"Will you let me tell the story already?"

"Sorry go ahead."

"A long time ago there was a girl who had just finished her first year at college. This girl had always found it easy to make friends but she'd never met anyone that felt like a best friend." She explained.

"Can you stop using third person to talk about yourself, its weird and annoying." He dryly pointed out.

She stuck her tongue out him. "You're weird and annoying."

"Did you just stick you're tongue out at me? You little kid." He snickered.

"When I" She looked at Peter pointedly. "came back from my first year of college I was disappointed that I still hadn't found a friend that I could just be myself with. Then one day I was forced by my mom to return item after item to this guy who lived next door."

"Who that could be?" He pretended to wonder.

"Would you stop interrupting!" She whined.

He comically mimed zipping his mouth shut. He really was weird.

"Time after time he acted like the most obnoxious man on the planet, it was a shame really he had a whole sexy boy next door thing going on." Peter looked away bashfully. "But then something strange happened, despite being complete opposites we somehow became best friends. And I had never connected so fast with someone." They smiled warmly at eachother.

"That's how I felt when we became friends, I felt that way once with Gwen... and I was scared for a long time no one would ever get me like she did." He said his smile slipping.

She started to wrap the gauze around his middle. "The point of the story is I wanted you to know how I've always felt like you understood me, so now I'm doing the same for you. Tomorrow I want to hear everything and I will listen without judgement and try to understand."

His eyes visibly welled up. "Thank you, I'm glad I finally have someone to talk to about it. It's hard sometimes carrying all of it alone."

She tied a knot at the end of the gauze. "Peter Parker is a part of my life which means spiderman is too."

She hesistantly leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Peter lips parted in surprise.

"I shouldn't have done that I'm sorry." She apologised. "I overstepped your boundaries-"

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He clung tightly to her, hiding his face in her neck.

"Please don't ever leave me." He begged his voice cracking.

"I'm not going anywhere." She swore rubbing his back. "We'll always be best friends."

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heroine's manual S1 E1

GENRE: Romcom, Drama | love triangles, childhood friends, high school au | INSPIRED BY: Heroine Shikkaku (shoujo manga) | LENGTH: ~1K | RATING: Teen | WARNINGS: mentions of eating, bullying | PAIRINGS: Minho x MC (Reader), Minho x OC

ONE. Serious relationships aren't his thing, but I'll always be by his side as his best friend.

Lee Minho. Your best friend since childhood. In this story, he’s the hero.

And you are the heroine.

Sure, Minho saves his love for cats and little else- but your day will come. Minho will hear your laughter, turn to look your way as you run towards him and leap into his arms, and the realization will hit him that you’re more than just the friend that’s taken care of him for years. The day will come when he'll tell you he likes you- no, not just like but likes you.

Minho is almost always dating someone. They never last though. Nothing significant for you to worry over has ever happened. His girlfriends don't really play an important role in his life. They come and they go as the seasons pass by.

You'd seen Minho gently but firmly end each of his relationships. How could they last long when none of them were the one? Besides, he's not ready for a serious relationship yet.

But you… you’re the childhood friend who's always stayed by Minho's side. You’ll wait until the perfect moment arrives and your dreams transform from the beginnings of a sketch into a mesmerising masterpiece.

"It's fine. You have me so you won't ever be lonely," you console him after his latest breakup. "And your cats! But also me, don't forget that! You can't abandon me!"

Minho chuckles, patting your head. “You’re like a child,” Minho says fondly. “I’m not abandoning you, idiot. How can I when you said you’ll stay by my side forever?”

Your best friend was charming, handsome, funny and perfect enough to be a hero straight out of a shoujo anime. And if Minho is the hero, then the perfect person to be the heroine is none other than you.

You just have to wait. One day he'll realise you’re the one meant for him.

"You should confess."

"What? Of course not! I can't possibly-"

Jisung goes on, ignoring you. "Someone might swoop in and snatch him if you don't make a move."

Now that's ridiculous. You’re the one that the spot of the heroine belongs to. No one can take it away from you. "That's impossible," you huff. "I'm the main character."

“You are the main character, yeah. Of your story,” Seungmin says. “and that’s how it is for everyone. Minho might be the one for you, or he might not. You'll never know if you do nothing besides pining after him."

"But he's not-"

You're cut short when a chalkboard eraser goes flying across the room, smacking a student in the face. It's the bullies, and their latest target is the quiet girl in the back of the room. They shove her notes to the floor and slam their fists against her desk.

Hyunjin pushes his chair back, raising from his seat. He’d been slumped against his desk and you assumed he was snoozing, though from the vicious glare he’s directing to the culprits it looks like he’s been alert the whole time. That or he’s been aroused from his slumber. You don’t startle a sleeping ferret if you don’t want to get bitten.

"Hey!"

It's Minho, not Hyunjin, who shouts at the bullies as he strolls into the room, swinging his bag at one of them and shoving another one out of the way. The third is clearly the all bark, no bite type because he cowers and scurries away under the scathing looks he gets from Minho, as well as Hyunjin who’s right behind his friend’s shoulder.

"Come on." Minho holds a hand out to the girl and leads her out of the room. The first two bullies sneer at them, though fortunately they don't follow. Hyunjin’s eyes narrow as he watches them leave, then he goes back to his desk and resumes his afternoon nap.

For the rest of the day, you don't see Minho. Or the girl.

"They're probably bunking classes to go on a date," Jisung suggests. He tries to steal food off Hyunjin's plate who just scowls at him and swats his hand away. "Or maybe he wanted to see his cats and went home." Jisung reaches out to take food from you, and you let him. You're too worried about Minho to be hungry.

The bullies had been talking about wanting to get back at Minho. All he did was stand up for that girl. Against them, that's the issue they have with it. It’s silly really. They were in the wrong in the first place but when someone got in their way they pull out words like reputation and dignity as if they actually know the meaning of the words.

You just don't want to see your best friend get hurt.

The next morning, you walk into the classroom with Minho to see that they've trashed Minho's desk, ripped his notes and scribbled over the surface. All because he stood up for that girl. It's not fair. He shouldn't have to suffer for doing the right thing.

"I want to kick those losers," You hiss. "Those no good- ugh!"

The bullies jeer and throw taunts in your direction. You want to fight them. Knock those ugly words out of their vocabulary. But more than that, they scare you. On the outside you may be a fierce tigress yet on the inside you are but a kitty.

"No kicking allowed. You can't get in trouble." Minho puts his arm around your shoulders, and the two of you stroll out of the classroom. "It's okay. Just ignore them. I didn't leave anything that important here anyway. Let's just go."

Once the two of you are far enough down the hall that you can no longer hear the loud shouts, Minho swings around to face you. He brings his hand to your cheeks.

"Don't cry." Minho wipes away the tears that fell from your eyes without you even noticing. It's not from sadness but frustration. "You should save the water for better things than this. Idiot."

"It's just- It's not fair," you mutter.

"Life isn't fair. But it'll be alright. Don't worry." Minho pulls you into a hug. "You shouldn't waste your tears over stupid things like boys."

For Minho, you'd spend all your tears on him.

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hi! i was thinking if you could write an imagine of reader being rick and lori's daughter and sister to carl, rj and judith. i don't have a specific idea in mind, but just her before and after the time jump, struggling with being there when lori and carl died, and looking for rick with daryl, her relationship with her siblings and michonne, maybe maggie and hershel too (i was thinking since carl was 10 when it all started, she was 7 so now she's 17) thank you so much, and btw i loved your imagines i've read so far 💞

Being a Grimes ~ Rick Grimes x Grimes!reader

thank you so much for requesting i really enjoyed making this one. i also have a series kinda like this about Jacey Grimes which i’m currently making a book two for.

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It was strange for y/n. This world would be strange for anyone really. But she was different. At only a mere 7 years old when the world went to shit she struggled as did many others. With the recent loss of her father - one she didn't entirely understand - still protruding through her heart, it was hard - so hard. 

When it happened she was at daycare. The teaching assistant tried and successfully ate the teacher in front of her. She was next and was so close to being eaten until Shane rushed in. He kicked Ms Twune and grabbed y/n. Her mom sobbed at the sight of her, covered in blood and the tears smothering her daughters face. Carl was shocked too. He wanted nothing more than to protect his little sister. His dad always used to tell him that that was his duty - his job. And he hated how he had failed in this moment. 

They made it to the quarry soon after. Y/n thought the group was nice - well mostly. The Dixon brothers scared her was what she told her brother or any of the children she had befriended. But she was lying. Yes, she was scared but only of Merle. He was creepy and mean to anyone he saw. Daryl was somewhat the same but he always found himself being nicer to the young child. And often kept her company when Lori and Shane went for a ‘walk’ in the woods. Glenn was another she found herself drawn to. He unlike Daryl happily invited her company. Glenn was sweet and funny. He never failed at making her laugh till she felt like she was going to pee. They were good friends which came to a fault when he had to go on runs. She’d scream and cry and refuse to let go of him because she was afraid that what happened to her father would happen to him. 

That’s what happened earlier that morning. Glenn and a few others were going into Atlanta, despite her dismay. Glenn assured her he’d be fine, which she didn't believe and continued her tantrum. 

“Can yer’ shut that damn baby up?” Merle spat covering his ears. 

Shane shot him a threatening glare while Glenn stayed preoccupied with the distraught girl. “Hey, it's okay. I’m coming back,” He insisted holding her tightly at his hip, “I promise you, sweet girl.” 

“No, b-b-but dada promise too a-a-and h-he,” She stopped herself, sobs erupting from her small body. 

“I know sweet girl, I know. But I’ll be back I know I will.” Glenn placed her on the back of the RV, “I tell you what I’ll bring you back some of your favourite sweeties, huh? Would you like that?” 

Giddily she nodded at his proposition, “Yes! Yes!” 

“Alright, then I’ll bring back some for you, okay?” She nodded smiling cheerfully, “I love you, kid.” 

“I luv you too, dumbass,” y/n giggled. 

Glenn looked around cautiously hoping no one heard that “Hey sweet girl you can't say that.” 

“W-what? Why?” the child began to cry again, “Y-y-you say it.” 

“I know b-but its adult words okay? Not y/n words. When you're older, alright?” She nodded her head again kissing his cheeks softly and hugging him. “Thank you, sweet girl. I’ll see you soon,” He kissed the top of her head and started towards the car smiling as she shouted, “With sweeties!”

The group returned hours later bearing a new man instead of Merle. Y/n waited patiently for Glenn and the aforementioned sweets. "Gen!" She screamed happily still unable to say his name fully. The man sprinted over to her, pulling her into a much-needed cuddle after the day he had. 

"It's Glenn, sweetheart," He chuckled while correcting. 

"Oh sorry Gen," She wrapped her dainty arms around his neck. 

"That's okay, sweet girl. I missed you." 

"I missed you too," She whispered before letting out a longwinded 'ew', "You stinky, Gen." 

The man smelt his shirt and nodded as the potent smell of walkers reached his nose. "I know yucky right?" 

"Yucky!" Y/n buried her face in Glenn's shirt ignoring the stench and just enjoying his company. She always became clingy like this after coming home from a run. He loved it. On runs, if he ever encountered a life-threatening situation - like the one today - he always finds himself realising how much she means to him. Glenn saw her as a little sister - one almost replacing the ones that were cruely ripped from him when this began. 

"How was it?" She inquired. 

"Not fun, sweet girl. But I got your sweeties and a nice man helped us out. Saved us," She beamed. 

"I like the good man. I'll give him two kisses when I see him. Maybe even one of my sweeties," Glenn chuckled. 

"Why two kisses, y/n?" 

"One for saving you. Two for bringing you hom," Glenn grinned contently and kissed her forehead. 

"Its home bubs with an e on the end." 

"Oh," She mumbled burying herself again. 

"Oh my God," Someone muttered as they exited the van. 

"Dad! Dad!" Carl screamed causing Glenn to snap his head in their direction. Carl came running towards the man, Rick, who had saved them in Atlanta. Y/n hadn't moved yet as she feared it was only a dream. That her dada wasn't really here. 

"Sweet girl," He pulled her out of his neck, "Look it's your dad." The child gazed over to where her brother had run to. Sure enough, it was her dad. He held Carl as he cried, looking to Y/n wanting to hold her too. 

"Dada!" She screamed jumping out of Glenn's arms dangerously. The girl scraped her knee on the way down but continued throwing herself into the hug. 

"Oh, Carl! Y/n!" She kissed all over his face childishly, "I luv you, dada." 

"I love you too, baby girl."

~

The years hadn't been kind to Y/n. She lost so much. Too much in fact that it had driven her to the depts of insanity and made her do things to herself, to others that she more than resented. The first loss was her mothers. She wasn't there like Carl was but the grief burned through her still. Y/n was too young to understand it really. Just how she was when Rick supposedly died. Y/n couldn't understand where her mom had gone she just knew she had a little sister now. One she swore to protect. 

She thought she had failed that when the prison fell. The young child was on her own. Injured and lost. She wandered through the woods for days until she stumbled across a group. The group were mean and despite her resistance wouldn't let her go. They hurt her in ways she didn't and wouldn't speak of it even now. But that all changed when Daryl showed up. He protected her - stopped them from hurting her. And eventually led her back to her family. Where for the first time she began to fear her father. 

Terminus was next. The people there snatched her from her family. She was forced to watch from afar as they were guided into the crate. Rick fought against them, Carl too but it was to no use. They had sectioned her off in a playroom. Every once in a while an older woman came in to fed and played with her. She hated it. Being in this world for more than a year now she knew that people like them didn't just want to play even if she did. She learnt that from the Claimers. 

Carol found her. Although having never have been all that close to the older woman - the only relation being the closeness between y/n and Sophia - seeing her after so long made her cry out of joy. Carol was happy too as she rushed out of that place to take her to safety. The pair ended up in the woods. Carol had stopped a moment ago to clean the dirt from her face, "lemme help." 

The girl sat up from where she was put down and cupped some water splashing it on Carol's face. Carol flinched as the water hit her, "Uh thank you." 

"Welcome," She looked away getting distracted by the nearing sound of footsteps. 

"Get behind me, y/n," Carol ordered to which she shook her head. 

"No it dada," She ran away from the woman and towards the group. 

"Y/n come back here!" Y/n continued ignoring Carols pleas and crashed herself into the back of Rick's legs. 

The father shot around and began to cry as he saw the child he thought he lost at his feet. "Oh, baby!" He collected the girl in his arms. Carl rushed to them too happy to see her alive after Gareth claimed he killed her. "Oh y/n, never leave me again, okay?" He looked directly into her matching blue eyes, "Promise me." 

"I promise, dada." 

Later Carol led them to Judith. Y/n was over the moon and refused to let her out of her sight, which was exactly what Rick was doing too. They found the church a while after. There they had some semblance of peace. She was glad to have Glenn back - Maggie too. Along with the new people although Eugene was a bit weird. 

At the church was also when the questions started. Daryl had told Rick about the group they were with and regretfully had to inform the father how she was there before him. Rick asked y/n - begged her - to tell her what happened. But she refused. She couldn't say what happened. What they did, which just made Rick fear more. Eventually, she spoke a little about it. She was vague and could barely string two words together without crying. He hated it. He hated how this was a reality for his daughter. He saw the bruises they left. And he couldn't understand how someone could touch his child. Or how he could be so powerless to stop it. 

Bob died. She didn't really know the man but it still upset her. Beth too. Although she was a lot closer to her. Beth was one of her only friends and was someone who would look after her when her father couldn't. They bonded and now she was gone. 

After Beth's demise, they spent lots of time on the road. They suffered, almost died countless times but they prevailed. They got stronger - she got stronger. And they eventually found Alexandria. There everything was good again like how it was at the prison or even before this hell. She liked it there and didn't understand why the others were so sceptical. 

Though that didn't last for long. Y/n began to hate the place when Carl got shot. Alexandria almost stole her brother from her. So she despised it. She refused to leave her brother's side as he adjusted to his injury. Yes, he found it annoying how she wouldn't leave him be and he often snapped at her. But she was there when he needed her. Despite the age difference and the many years of memories they had lost to this fight, she understood his pain. When he saw himself as ugly, a monster even, she made him think otherwise. She kept him afloat, which he was eternally thankful for. 

Glenn was next. 

She didn't believe it even after she was forced to see it with her own two eyes. She was next to Glenn in the lineup. She had to watch up close. Y/n had to be mocked by that man. She had to stay the whole night with her best friends brains on her face. After that night she blamed herself. She told herself that if Negan was just one person off she would be dead and he would live. He would get to see his child born and grow old with Maggie like they had spoken about. She wholeheartedly believed he deserved to live over her. 

The war with Negan shook her to the core. At the time his face filled her nightmares. He just looked so normal. He looked nice even. Yet he hurt and he hurt and he hurt. 

He killed her Glenn. And then Carl. It wasn't Negans fault although she did blame him. Carl had gotten bit. Y/n held his hand as he died in that tunnel as the home they had built above them fell. She got a letter too - even though she would rather have preferred to have her brother back. In the letter, Carl told her how proud he was of her - how thankful he was to have her as a sister. He told her to protect Judith, their dad and Michonne, who she had recently begun to call momma. 

After Carl's death, y/n shut herself from the world well everyone except her father. For days she would cry until she couldn't anymore. She would scream and scream until her voice was gone. She just didn't understand why it had to be Carl? Why mom? Why Glenn? Why Beth? Why was it never her? The following weeks she found herself wishing it would be her next. She could never bring herself to say it out loud but with any battle, any fight, anything, she wished it would be her. 

So when she lost her father her whole world fell apart. He was her consistent so why did he leave her? She was at the bridge that day. Daryl held her crying frame as Rick set off that final shot blowing him and the walkers off the bridge. Y/n Grimes' father was dead. 

She stayed in Alexandria for a while afterwards. For the sole reason to protect her siblings. Yes, siblings - plural. Somehow through all the bad some good came from it. She just wished her father and Carl could've seen it. RJ Grimes came into this world 9 months later. And he was perfect. For months she would assist in taking care of him as Michonne wasn't doing the greatest without the love of her life. Truth be told neither was y/n she was just better at hiding it. 

Until one night it all became too much. Y/n didn't know how it happened but she found herself balancing on the edge of her window. She wanted to jump - to end it. But she just couldn't will herself to do it. And when Daryl showed up she knew she couldn't. "Hey step away from ta window, alrigh'," The man ordered as he saw her shaking frame rocking back and forth. 

"I-i can't," She sobbed. 

"Ye' ya can. Jus' step back I'll catch ya," Daryl moved closer but paused when she shouted to stop. 

"I can't, Daryl. They're all gone. They're all dead," The tears clouded her eyes. She shut them tightly picturing her families faces wanting so badly to join them. 

"Please jus' step back, y/n. Yer' not alone. I'm here," He croaked the tears floating down his cheeks, "Don't jump." 

"I love you, Daryl." 

"I love ya too, okay? So step away from the window," He watched as she turned her head slightly catching his eyes. 

"I love you but I can't. Tell mom, RJ and Judy I love them as well." 

Suddenly she went to fall forward but Daryl reacted quicker. He gripped her waist pulling her into the room unwilling to release his grasp. "Yer' not leaving me," He told her as she cried into his shoulder, "Yer' cant leave me." Overhearing the chaos, Michonne entered her daughter's room to see the window wide open and the two of them crying. Daryl looked at her. The look telling her all she needed to know. Michonne began to cry herself and joined them on the ground. 

"Y/n?" A small voice called from the door frame. 

"Judith go back to bed, okay?" Michonne told her but Judith continued towards her sister. The girl said nothing as she wiped her sister's tears and held her hand.

It was 5 years later now. After her attempt, she left Alexandria with Daryl in search of her father. She didn't believe he was alive despite everything inside her wanting to. But Daryl did and after what happened they became a lot closer. He was happy she joined him. Even though the act of being out there was gruelling at times he was glad he could look after her. And if something would've happened to her while he was gone he could never have forgiven himself. Understandably Michonne was angry that y/n decided to leave. Y/n was her daughter and Michone her mother. They needed each other but she was willing to let Y/n leave to figure that out. It brought her peace looking for her father. 

The silence was her favourite and as Daryl wasn't much of a talker she got lots of it. They got a dog too, which Daryl cleverly named Dog. Everything was a messed up version of okay but it was still good. Being out there made her find her purpose. She went home a lot more than Daryl did, which pleased her siblings and mother. It was always for a few days never longer as she feared she'd stay forever and she couldn't. As much as Alexandria is good it also drives y/n to a dark place. One she was in that night. She lost so much there. And staring at those four walls drove her insane. It didn't help how Negan was imprisoned there. Just thinking how close he was made her skin crawl. She knew how Rick visited him when he was alive that he believed Carl was right about the killing. That it had to stop. Y/n knew he was right too but she could never bring herself to one admit or two face Negan. 

It felt like a story she read as a child when the Whisperers showed up. Like Negan, they scared her. So when she was told about his escape she only assumed the worst. The Whisperers took so many from them. Like Enid for example. Her story was cut short because of them. The two never really spoke but she understood how she and Carl felt for each other at a time. So ultimately it felt like she lost her final piece of Carl when she died. Y/n wished she had spoken to her when she could've. She wished she could've heard the untold stories they shared. She needed to know about Carl's final years with her. But now she's gone too along with those memories. 

The war with the Whisperers took everything from them. The Kingdom. Hilltop. Alexandria. Along with the lives they lost in the process. With the group separated she found herself protecting Judy and RJ. Michonne had gone. Where she had gone to, y/n had no idea. For a messed up reason, she began to prepare herself for her mother's death before it was even announced. That was until she got the call. She was okay and... apparently so was Rick. 

Disbelief was what hit her first. She couldn't hear his voice nor see his face so how could she know it was true. Michonne didn't know either she couldn't if he was really there, still alive. That night of the call she left. Without hesitation, she kissed RJ and Judith's heads, told them she loved them and told them to tell everyone else that and left. She left in the direction Michonne had told her. 

She left to find her father. And she knew she wouldn't return until she did. "I'm coming, dad."

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where it takes Thomas a year

Description | There's something between you and Thomas, but as time goes on, it becomes more and more difficult to figure out if you're on the same page.

Content | Angst, fluff, little bit of smut (but no detailed descriptions)

Pairing | Thomas x gn!Reader

Word Count | 5972

Tag list | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans @manesimp @ohtorchio @daddydamiano @bidet-and-legolas @maybanksslut

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January

The bar is dark and dirty, shoes sticking to the floor wherever you walk, unidentifiable music playing lowly in the background. You don't mind. You're sitting around a table with people you barely know and there's a skinny white boy animatedly talking about something or other and you decide that as long as you can keep looking at him, you'll stay here forever. He has got that kind of beauty about him that belongs in Gucci campaigns and on music magazine covers. He doesn't know that you barely understand a word of what he is saying. Not only is his speech far beyond your comprehension skills in Italian, but he is also apparently speaking in a Romanesco dialect. You don't mind.

His hands are moving around so much they almost shove the bottles and glasses off the table and your drunken mind doesn't let you focus on anything but his long, slim fingers. His nails are painted black and you never found nail polish on men all that appealing but somehow, everything about him is. One of his hands wraps around a bottle of beer, one of his rings causing a clacking sound that no one but you hears and you cannot help fall into fantasies of that same hand touching you.

A couple of people are getting up now. You are not sure what the plan is, but you're assuming they're heading to the bar for another round of drinks. You don't immediately realise that he is talking to you now, which seems ridiculous with how closely you have been watching him all night, but when you do, you awkwardly admit that you don't actually understand a word of what he is saying. He laughs a wonderfully melodic laugh and repeats himself in English. You decide you love his laugh.

He is talking about music, playing live, some records you have never heard of and you cannot keep up. You don't know nearly enough about the technical sides of the subject that he keeps raving about and you've had too many drinks to pretend. He doesn't mind.

Neither of you notices the others coming back, already in deep discussion. You don't know if anything you say makes any sense at all, but he is nodding along and looking at you with wide, open eyes and hanging onto every word so you keep talking. He is drunk, laughing at things that aren't all that funny, but so are you, so you laugh along.

The bartender ringing the bell for last call is the only thing that is able to pull you out of your conversation. Both of you slowly shuffle to leave the bar, losing your friends along the way. The cold outside air hits you like a ton of bricks, yet you don't feel any more sober. For a moment, as you both look at each other with expressions not quite identifiable, you consider taking him home. Dragging him into your bedroom just to see what he is hiding under those clothes. To see what his fingers feel like on your skin.

But then one of your friends pulls you into a taxi they have called, someone shuts the door and the driver starts the car before you have a chance to protest. You can see him standing on the sidewalk still, lighting a cigarette and watching as the car takes you away.

February

It takes you a moment to remember where you have seen him before when you bump into his body backstage. He surprises you by pulling you into a quick hug but you don't want to be weird so you hug him back. He asks you what you are doing here and you reply that you could be asking him the same thing. He laughs shamelessly and you wonder what is so funny until he reveals that you are actually backstage at his gig. You feel foolish but he tells you it's refreshing to talk to someone who is not impressed with who he is. You don't tell him that you are, in fact, very impressed, just not because he is in a band.

Without any further questions, he throws his arm around your shoulders and leads you to his dressing room, where various other people are gathering. You give a quick nod to a friend of yours who is playing in the support band and the only reason why you're backstage at all but all he does is wriggle his eyebrows at you and... You realise you still don't know the blond boy's name.

Thomas, he tells you. Thomas Raggi. It fits him perfectly and you cannot explain why. You tell him yours in return and he repeats it, rolling the letters off his tongue and you think your name has never sounded this lovely.

When the support band goes on stage you watch from the side, cheering on your friend and singing along and Thomas never lets go of you. It's painfully obvious that he has never listened to them before but his dance moves make up for it, twirling you around and making you repeat his steps and you never stop laughing once.

An hour later, it is Thomas' turn to take the stage and it is the first time you connect the dots as to who is in the band with him. The drummer looks ethereal, dark hair flying around as he gives it his all, the bassist is a gorgeous little blonde that screams confidence, the singer might be one of the most charismatic beings you have ever seen, but no one draws you in quite like the guitarist does.

You love watching live music but Thomas is something else. He gets into it like no one else. His heart is in it in a way that makes you wish for him to love you with a matching passion. You almost forget to dance along, too distracted and too deep into your own thoughts. You barely notice the support band gathering next to you to watch, or your friend squeezing your side, thanking you for coming.

As the gig ends, the singer presses an open-mouthed kiss to Thomas' lips and you wonder what it feels like. You think you would quite like to find out tonight.

You don't get the chance, though, at least not really. The band has to load in, pack their things, chat to a few people and then they're being told to get a move on, get in the van so they can travel to the next city on their tour, get to the hotel, and sleep.

Thomas pulls you aside, shouting to the rest of his band that he's going to smoke one more cigarette, and then he'll be ready to leave. He offers you one as well but you refuse. He looks hot when he's smoking and you hate it. Neither of you speaks for a minute.

Then he asks to see you again. His hand is on your waist. You tell him yes, what else are you supposed to say. When he is looking at you with his doe eyes. When you still cannot stop thinking about his mouth. He tells you he'll be home all day next month and then lets go of you to type your number in his phone. You cannot tell if he will actually call.

His band shouts for him to hurry up, so he throws the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out with the heel of his boot. He hesitates for a second, then presses a soft kiss to your forehead that feels much tamer than what you had been hoping for.

This time you're the one standing on the sidewalk watching him drive away.

March

He does call. In fact, he calls repeatedly, asking you out, asking you to tag along somewhere, asking you to visit him. You are busy with your job and your family and your friends and you are dying to see him but it's hard to make free time. So you talk on the phone. You're scared you're getting in too deep, scared that you're starting to build up a version of him that only exists in your head, scared that you will be disappointed when reality cannot live up to the fantasies you have lying awake in bed at night.

It's mid-March by the time you pack a weekender and turn up at his place. Not unannounced, of course, but somehow it still feels unexpected to see him. It is the first time the two of you are alone, during the day, in a private place. You don't spend a lot of time talking that first day.

He kisses you, passionately and impatiently, the second you drop your bag. You do not complain, you wouldn't dream of it. His mouth feels even better on yours than you had pictured in your imagination and you already know you are not going to get enough of him any time soon. There are hands clumsily pulling at clothes and tongues tracing along skin and a lot of time to explore each other's bodies. He causes you to see stars, multiple times, and you do the same for him. It is hot and heavy and full of moans and you cannot remember the last time you had sex like this.

When you wake up again, dawn is just on the brink of coming around and you're alone in his bed. You can spy him sitting on his balcony, cigarette in hand and you quickly put on his shirt before joining him outside. You mean to take a seat next to him, but he pulls you onto his lap immediately. You lean into him, taking in the quiet and the dark and the way he still smells like sweaty sex.

It feels too good, being here with him. He presses soft kisses to the nape of your neck you feel yourself slipping back into a state of utter bliss. He turns you around so you face him, straddling his lap, and it doesn't take long for him to start fumbling with the shirt you are wearing. You do it again right then and there, out on the dark balcony with the world around you asleep.

You spend the rest of the weekend like this. You're insatiable and he's not much better, constantly clinging on to you. Even when you decide to cook a quick meal, his arms are wrapped around you from behind and his chin is resting on your shoulder.

You don't change into any of the clothes you brought. Whenever you aren't naked, you usually slip one of his shirts over your head. You haven't seen him wear more than his boxers ever since you arrived. Both of you use the time to get to know each other inside out. You start to learn what the other one enjoys, where they like to be kissed the most, how to get the highest moans and most desperate whimpers out of each other. But you also learn about each other's fears. Of your pasts and your families and your plans for the future. What you expected your life to look like when you were ten and how wrong you were. You learn that he doesn't love anyone more than his three band members and how he likes his breakfast. He learns all about your favourite movies and how you ended up in Italy.

Sunday evening hits both of you hard. He tells you he will never forget the way you look right in that moment, bag already in hand, and it feels like goodbye. You cannot stomach the thought. But he says he will call you and he might be at the studio a lot but maybe you can come and visit. You're not sure if he is being serious or if he just doesn't want to see you cry. He tangles his hand in your hair to pull your head to his once more and gives you a mind-blowing kiss you will dream about until you get to see him next.

April

The studio is more like a house. Four bedrooms and a pool almost make you forget they are here for rehearsal. You finally get formally acquainted with Damiano, Victoria, and Ethan but Thomas still monopolises your time. The others get annoyed at you sneaking off to be alone and after Damiano accidentally bursts into Thomas' room while the guitarist's head is in between your legs you decide you should make more of an effort.

You break the ice by cooking a massive dinner, starters and desserts included, and find out that everyone was right about getting into people's hearts via good food. Dinner is served out on the terrace, Damiano helps set up, Victoria brings the wine and you end up talking for hours. Damiano tells you he is glad that there's more to you than the moans you make at night and you almost get offended but Thomas slaps the back of his head and you know their banter means no harm. Ethan helps you clean up afterward, then disappears into his room as you head back out. You cannot help overhear the other three talking outside as you're approaching and you cannot help stopping in your tracks to continue listening.

Damiano's voice is easily distinguishable and probably louder than he intends it to be. It is the wine's fault, really. How come you brought her here, you hear him ask and you're glad you made the effort to improve your Italian over the last few months. You've never brought anyone anywhere. Victoria chimes in, agreeing with Damiano, almost poking fun at Thomas. Yeah, what's up with that. Are you in love?

You hate that he scoffs at the suggestion. So, you haven't talked about what you are doing. You haven't talked about what you are, exactly. But there is no need to refuse this option straight away. You don't catch exactly what Thomas is saying as he is mumbling along, but you are certain you hear him refute. They all giggle in a way that almost makes you feel like they are making fun of you. So you take a deep breath, holding your head up high, and step out onto the terrace.

They don't look embarrassed. They don't even look caught. You think maybe it's because they don't think you heard. Or understood. Damiano suggests a late-night swim in the pool and you agree before he finishes his sentence. Both you and Thomas dash to his room, quickly changing into swimwear and you have to swat his hand away when he briefly plays with the string that holds up your top.

Thomas doesn't actually need to be dared to jump into the water but Victoria does so anyway. You watch from the edge of the pool, amused, as you suddenly feel hands on your back attempting to push you in. You react quicker than you ever have in your life, turning to grab the offending person - who turns out to be Damiano - and pulling him into the water with you. Both of you emerge spluttering and laughing. Victoria takes the stairs, loudly proclaiming herself a lady among peasants, and is quickly dunked by Thomas. She complains about her ruined hair but cannot keep the giggle hidden.

You enjoy the heated water around you, while the cool April air hits your face. Damiano joins into the game of dunking for a while but you stay on the sidelines until Victoria joins you. She looks gorgeous in the light, wet hair plastered to her forehead, and you wish you had an ounce of the poise she possesses. She tells you she has been friends with Thomas the longest, meeting in school, long before any of them knew that one day their lives would be irreversibly intertwined. She says she has nothing against you - much the opposite - but Thomas is like a brother to her and she cares for him deeply. It is incessantly clear that she is protective of him and it endears you. Apart from constantly distracting him, you're doing him good, she says. She hopes to see you around more.

You hope so too.

May

Life feels domestic with Thomas by your side. You don't see each other as often but when you do he tends to stay at your place. His touch still lights you on fire but there's another aspect to it. The waking up next to each other, your head on his chest or his on yours. The cooking and the clean-up after. The standing in front of the mirror and brushing your teeth, doing your skincare routine, and leaving dots of your moisturiser on his face to annoy him.

You're not sure if he enjoys it quite as much as you do. He laughs along with you but he is also the first one to initiate sex. And, oh, the sex. Now you're alone with each other again, and not in the constant danger of one of his bandmates catching you, you explore more. You find out just how much he enjoys being submissive and you enjoy creating a new, more dominant role for yourself. There's leather and latex, chokers and harnesses, spanking and bondage, and both of you discover new sides to yourselves and each other.

As May draws on, his visits become shorter. You don't notice at first but the first time he tells you he is not staying the night you suddenly see a clear pattern emerging. He is willing to help you cook if he gets sex afterward. He is happy to wake up next to you in a peaceful tangle if he got sex beforehand. You're torn. You don't know whether you should mention it, whether he is aware of it, or if you're simply reading too much into it. You decide to test him.

It's almost midnight when he stumbles into your apartment that day. He is all over you immediately, exploring hands and hot kisses, but you tell him you have some leftover tiramisu. He seems happy enough. But then you drag him into the bathroom for your evening routine and you put on your comfy pajamas and snuggle into bed and he seems a bit lost. He doesn't say it, though. Instead, he crawls into bed with you, gets under the covers, and spoons you. You fall asleep.

You don't stay asleep for long. Thomas is tossing and turning and when he wraps his arms around you again you know why. He is hard. You whisper his name in the dark and are answered through a groan. He is gripping you tightly now, one of his hands wanders up to grasp your breast through the fabric of your shirt. It doesn't take much. It is impossible to deny him.

When you wake back up again the next morning, the bed is empty. You call out for him, hoping he might just be in the bathroom or the kitchen, but there is no answer and when you sit up and look around the room you realise all of his clothes are gone. You feel used and annoyed. You also feel like your hypothesis has been confirmed. The thought is tiring you out enough to wrap yourself back into your blanket and allow sleep to take over once more.

June

It's weird seeing Victoria without Thomas. The only time you have ever met her was when you were attached to his hip, so when you run into her on the patio of a restaurant late one evening, it almost takes you a split second to remember where you know her from. She, however, knows you immediately. The hug takes you by surprise. She asks you if you're here with Thomas and you wonder why she doesn't know. You tell her no. You don't tell her you have not spoken to him at all this week. She is blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside of you. That much becomes obvious when she invites you round for a party at hers the next night - but surely, Thomas has already told you about that. You neither confirm nor deny, but accept the invitation simply because there is no saying no to a face like Victoria's.

No one seems to notice that you and Thomas arrive separately. In fact, by the time you get to Victoria's, he's a couple of drinks in and the life of the party. He is in the middle of demonstrating his best dance moves on the kitchen table when he sees you. He jumps down, almost crashing to the ground, before stumbling over to you and smothering you in kisses. Whispering sweet nothings of amore mio and cucciolo and cara mia. You revel in the attention. You love that he is doing this in front of everyone, showing them you're his and he's yours. You ignore that it might be drunken talk.

You pull him into the kitchen, where the music is slightly more muffled and there aren't quite as many people, and make yourself a drink. He's hanging onto you like you are his lifeline. You want to pretend it is always like this, like he always adores you this much, like he calls, like he wants to hang out with you because of who you are, not what you do to his body. Yet, it's his body you cannot refuse.

Two strongly mixed drinks later Thomas has you pressed against a wall, hands desperately grasping for each other and his mouth on your neck. You barely notice Victoria shouting at you to get a room and no, not mine! It's the first time in weeks he takes you home to his and you want to be elated but it's impossible. His fingers feel as good as ever as they trace your skin but in your mind, you know his heart is not in it.

In the morning, it's you who is awake first and it's you who gets up, gathers belongings, and leaves. You only hesitate once, right before opening the door leading you away from him, but it's not worth the heartbreak, so you go. It doesn't feel good and there's no relief in it.

July

If you ever thought you could simply banish Thomas from your life, you were sorely mistaken. You don't think he understands why you keep trying to walk away. He does understand that something is wrong, though, and he tries to make things better. He tells you about a little summer house he has been thinking about renting and asks you to come along. You ask why you cannot just spend time together right here, right now and he says he wants to be alone with you. In a way you cannot help but interpret this as I don't want more people to see us together, I don't want any more questions about whether you are mine, I don't want to explain myself. It should have been romantic but there is another sentiment seeping through.

You agree anyway. It is hard to say no to the gorgeous boy when he is begging you with those doe-shaped eyes. So you pack your things, heart still heavy, and he plants a wet kiss on your lips when he picks you up. You decide to push your doubts away and enjoy yourself.

The place is adorable, a little house just on the beach, tiny and homely, and barely anyone around. You look at Thomas standing in front of the window, sunlight hitting his face, and think he is beautiful. It barely seems fair that someone like him would exist because everyone else just pales in comparison. You think you might never get over him. You surely will never get over looking at him.

You walk over to the man that isn't yours, wrapping your arms around him from behind and you cannot help your hands wandering lower, grasping his hardening flesh. He might never be fully yours but until your heart can take letting him go for good, you will take his body if that is all you're getting. He takes you on the kitchen counter, making you scream in a way that has you thanking your lucky stars, before dragging you into the shower and taking you once more.

The days are a daze of being entangled with each other. You barely leave the house, but when you do he takes you out to a lovely restaurant not too far away but you know it's only because no one here knows you. He holds your hand and he opens doors for you and tells you that you look beautiful. Then you get back home, or what you wish you could call home for the rest of your days, and makes you come undone time and time again.

You feel yourself falling for the gorgeous boy more and more and it is one morning, curtains forgotten to be drawn closed the night before, where the early sun hits his sleeping form just right that you realise you love him. You're so far beyond infatuation. You are getting deeper and deeper into this fantasy you are building for yourself, one where it is always the way it is right now, one where he proudly holds you in his arms in public, one where he is screaming from the rooftops that you are his and he is yours. The more time you spent with him, the harder it becomes to face reality. You're slipping.

August

It is festival season and Thomas is away a lot, sometimes coming home for a couple of days at a time and then vanishing again for longer. You miss him terribly, you almost feel lost without him. He calls, but it's not the same. Victoria calls too, and you don't know what you did to deserve her attention. She tells you Thomas is miserable whenever he is off stage and a plan is quickly hatched. Two days later you are on your way to Denmark.

Victoria meets you at the hotel, making sure you get a room on the same floor the band will be staying on for the next two nights, and then takes you to the festival grounds. It's loud and crowded and crazy and if you weren't dying to see Thomas, you would ask her to just leave you alone in front of one of the stages and let you lose your mind, but you don't.

You follow Victoria into the backstage area, quickly flashing the pass she supplied you with, and walk past a labyrinth of vans and busses and busy areas where musicians and everyone who works with them is hanging out. Victoria says she's not entirely sure where Thomas is but he's bound to be where alcohol is being served and you soon reach a little outdoor bar area. You see a glimpse of what looks like him vanish behind the bar stand and quickly follow. You don't notice if Victoria is still behind you.

It turns out you were right, as you round the corner and see the man you had been craving, but you wish you weren't. Your heart doesn't break all at once, but the beat becomes a deafening pounding and you think you might throw up. He is pinning a girl against the wall of the bar. That is when the first piece of your heart breaks off. He is touching her the way he touches you, uses all the moves you have gotten to know, and another piece of your heart crumbles and dies. Her hand is between his legs and the way he whimpers causes your heart to collapse into itself.

You barely hear Victoria shouting, you cannot understand the angry Italian words she is throwing around, and you want to turn and run but your feet are rooted to the ground. You simply watch as Victoria pulls Thomas off the girl who is quietly slipping into the background and disappearing and even with your lack of comprehension, you know the two friends are exchanging heated words. At some point Thomas turns to you, asking you why you are even here, but Victoria interjects, shouting at him because she misses you and you've been miserable, bastardo!

It is when he tells both of you that he doesn't owe you anything, that you're not together, that you're certainly not exclusive, when your body regains its sense of movement. The sound of the harsh slap your hand delivers to his cheek seems to echo and you don't wait for his reaction. You leave. There is nothing left here for you but more heartbreak.

September

You do not hear from Thomas. Victoria is trying to reach you numerous times but you do not answer. You spend the days in a dull state of being. You go to work. You do your chores. You cry yourself to sleep. And repeat.

October

Thomas is trying to reach you. You do not answer. Victoria is trying to reach you sometimes but you do not answer. Life has not become any easier. You go to work. You do your chores. Sometimes you meet friends. You cry yourself to sleep. And repeat.

November

You don't want to go out but your friends have had enough. They do your hair and your make-up, they set out a sexy but comfortable outfit and they make sure you get a first shot or two in before leaving. You don't admit it out loud but it does make you feel better.

The place they drag you to is loud and crowded and crazy and it makes you feel like you can forget for a while. It would have worked better if you hadn't spotted Damiano and Victoria on the dance floor. A twisting feeling settles in your stomach. You decide to get yourself another drink only to see Ethan there. He spots you and gives you a little wave. You wave back but the panic rises and your face doesn't match the action. They are all here. Probably.

You cannot help yourself. Drink in hand, you pretend to go looking for your friend but as you are circling the club you are looking for someone else entirely. You spot him easily. He is sitting on a table in a corner, on his own, beer bottles in front of him. He looks miserable. As if he knows, he lifts his head and your eyes meet. You feel like you're about to hyperventilate, so you turn on your heels and all but sprint to the smokers' area behind the club. There are barely any people out here, cool November air nipping at the bare skin on your arms and legs. You don't expect him to follow you but he does.

He looks worse up close. His hair looks like it hasn't seen a brush in weeks but not in the stylish way he usually wears it. His eyes are bloodshot and there are dark circles underneath. You know he's drunk, you know from his appearance and his demeanor, but he is not the usual life of the party. You wait for him to say something. Then he walks up to you, carefully throwing his arms around you and pulling you close. You almost push him away but your heart tells you differently.

He mumbles chants of I'm sorry and I'm an idiot and I don't deserve you and you have to slowly push him off you because this is not going to be over with a few apologies. You sit him down on a picnic bench standing in a corner, leaving a bit of space between you. You are aware he could win you back over with just the right looks and just the right touches but you need more.

You talk until you're frozen to the bone and only then do you accept his embrace again. You re-live your whole relationship and it becomes crystal clear where your shortcomings were. Where you went in different directions without telling the other. Where you expected what the other couldn't or wouldn't provide. You are brutally honest and the tears that soon begin rolling down both of your faces prove it. Discussing the Copenhagen disaster hurts most but you get through it. He is quick to admit fault. Yes, he was miserable. Yes, it was because he missed you. Yes, it was also because it scared him and he wasn't ready and he tried to deflect by hooking up with a girl he had literally just met. Yes, you are allowed to hold that against him forever.

That night you go back to his place with him and for the first time, nothing happens. You undress each other down to your underwear but there is nothing sexy about it. It is just two people who care deeply. You both get under the covers of his bed, holding each other close and studying each other's faces. His hand strokes your cheek. Both of you still have puffy eyes. You feel safe. No one says a word. You are simply looking into each other's eyes, content, until you drift to sleep.

December

Thomas is holding your hand. He just finished playing a gig and you're gathered backstage and you look at everyone around you who can see him holding your hand. It's a silly little thing to obsess over but your heart feels like it's going to burst with happiness. No more hiding, no more are-we-or-aren't-we, no more proclamations that only happen when he's drunk. Just two adults in love with each other.

It's not all sunshine and rainbows but you both know what you want. Communicating has gotten easier and is not reduced to what you do in the bedroom. Instead of locking each other out, you talk now. He looks happier and people have told you so do you. And you are. You never thought you were going to find the man of your dreams and for the past year it hadn't looked like Thomas was the one. But you are happy to have been proven wrong.

Victoria grins at you. She has long forgiven you for ignoring her calls back in September and October. She gets it. Sometimes you think she was angrier with Thomas than you were. She tells you it's because she saw that you are the best thing in his life from the get-go and she hated how he was throwing it away. Now you're back and you've gained a sister in her, too. You are glad for Ethan and Damiano as well. Thomas' little family has opened its arms to you and you didn't hesitate. You love being with them. All lingering awkwardness from April has vanished. They are still not fond of accidentally walking in on you and Thomas, though.

The band goes out to meet some fans and you tag along but hang back. The way certain girls touch Thomas still doesn't sit right with you, but you see the way he reacts and it's a relief. Taking a step back, removing hands from his body, smiling politely but with determination. He does it when you're not watching, too. Victoria has told you as much.

He catches your eye for a second, realises you are watching him, and throws you an air kiss. The people he was talking to turn around to see who he is aiming for, but quickly lose interest. You keep watching. His animated hands as he talks. The smile lighting up his face when someone pays him a compliment. You think he is drop-dead gorgeous. And you think that as long as he allows you to look at him like this, and as long as he does the same to you, you'll stay here forever.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

As Long As You Need (Reader x Adam Sackler)

Summary: Adam and Reader are hookup buddies. Adam gets concerned that you don't want to see him for a few weeks and comes over to check on reader. Reader is struggling with anxiety/depression and Adam comforts them through a panic attack.

Warnings: Depression, anxiety & panic attacks

Note: This was the fic I wrote for the Summer 2021 @adcuficexchange for LondonID!🥰 I hope this fic is something that resonates with people, I know mental health is a vast and personal subject but I hope something hits home. Even if it's just some beautiful care from our favourite gremlin 💕

The light of the day was fading slowly and the grey cover of dusk was slipping its way into the room. You lay in bed, head tucked against the pillows, body exhausted with the expense of the energy anxiety was taking from you. You felt empty and yet full to the brim, your mind weighed so heavy that you could barely move most days. The second you heard the loud thumping knocks on your front door you jolted as if waking up from a bad dream.

“Kid you in there?” Adams voice came, muffled by the thick wood of the doors between you, booming through your silence. You realised in that moment that you hadn’t spoken to him or seen him for a while and as someone who was a pretty regular occurrence in your life it suddenly felt strange to hear his voice after such a long time, you pulled your phone out from under the pillow and unlocked it. Your eyes screwed shut at the blinding light, but peeking through your eyelashes you checked your messages. Your last text to him had been nearly 3 weeks ago, then the page was just filled with him texting you again and again. All of which, in the haze of your mind, you had ignored. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him; you craved his cheeky smile, soft hair and adorable galaxy of freckles that smattered his skin. It was just the thought of having to explain the tornado that was tearing you apart that felt like a crushing pressure you couldn’t bear. Basic daily life was enough, sometimes too much, so anything on top of that you had shut out.

You curled yourself into the sheets a little more, pulling them around your shoulders. Although they were soft cotton the brush of them across your overly sensitive skin felt like sandpaper dragging over a raw exposed nerve. You stayed as still as possible whilst his knocks continued to echo through your apartment.

In a way you wondered if you had any obligation to him at all, you guys just hooked up every now and again after meeting at a mutual friends birthday party a year or so ago. Nothing serious, no dates, just fucking. He scratched an itch for you so you didn’t have to brave the dating world that daunted you. He was fun, he made you laugh but he didn’t pressure you to spend any more time with him than coming over to hold you face down into your mattress allowed.

The knocks turned to bangs of a fist and you pulled your blanket over your head, maybe he’d just go away if he thought you weren’t home. Your body thrummed with the disturbance of your comfortable silence and it made you uneasy. A slight nausea rippled through your throat. “I know you’re home” his voice bellowed, you closed your eyes and didn’t respond. “Open the fucking door kid” he shouted, he didn’t sound angry but you couldn’t quite make out the tone. He’d never used it before around you that’s for sure, he almost sounded worried. Then there was more thumping on the door, “Kid, for fucks sake your sweet old lady neighbour is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, open the door”

You sighed and slung yourself off the bed onto your feet. The rush of movement made your head spin; your muscles and joints ached with a lack of energy. You tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the main room of your apartment, hoping that he couldn’t hear your deliberately soft padding footsteps. With your eyes trained on the door you didn’t notice the chair sticking out from the table and you bumped it as you passed. You froze dead still waiting to see if he’d heard it.

“I can hear you rustling around in there. Just open the fucking door and talk to me”

“I don’t want you to see me” you replied hesitantly, not raising the volume of your voice too high knowing he could hear you through the door now. The croak of your voice finally speaking was crackly and broken. “Why not?”

“I… I don’t look great” you looked at yourself in the reflection of the painting hanging on the wall. In the glass you could just about see yourself looking back; your hair was greasy and dishevelled, your eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with red and dark circles created a deep shadow underneath them. You suddenly balked at how awful you actually looked, you hadn’t showered in a few days and it really showed. Your face looked kind of gaunt with the limited food and sleep you’d given yourself for the last few weeks, mind always racing with one thought after another. The racing thoughts only leaving space for the basics of working at your laptop for 8 hours a day and activities to numb your mind till a restless bedtime. “Are you kidding?” he scoffed, thumping his fist once against the door, “I’ve seen you sweating, crying and covered in my cum… I don’t think you looking a little messy is going to be bother me” You cringed at how loud he was talking and in your embarrassment you frantically pulled the door open, “Jesus Adam don’t say that so loud my neighbours will hear y-“ you paused mid-sentence when you saw how he was looking at you. He was shocked and trying to hide it but his eyes were wide with sympathy. You instantly went to close the door on him again but he put his overly large foot in the way.

“Nope, no way! You opened it, I’m like a vampire, you’ve got to let me in now” he smiled cheekily. You sighed and let go of the door walking away from him. “Listen I don’t know why you’re here” you said, voice trailing behind you as you made your way to the couch hearing him step inside and close the door behind him, “I don’t really think I’m in any fit state to be fucking anyone” “I’m not here to fuck you” he retorted, for some reason that kind of stung. “Then why are you here?” you said, nestling into the couch cushions as he firmly placed himself standing in front of you. Adam was staring down at you with that intense glare he always seemed to have and you squinted your eyes, hurting due to the light from the windows, to look up at him. “Why am I here? You haven’t talked to me for like… three weeks. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here? I thought I was going to find you rotting in the bathtub or some shit” You rolled your eyes “I’m fine” “Oh right this…” he paused, flailing his arms at the quite frankly disgusting state of your living room, “… this is ‘fine’?” “This is as good as it gets” you muttered under your breath. He scoffed and you looked up at him, you took a second to take him in. He’d clearly run here, the beads of sweat were trailing gently down his temples and had matted the curly little front pieces of his hair. The outfit he was wearing, a dark blue cut off tank top, grey knee length shorts and heavy tan work boots over cream socks, would look kind of uncoordinated on anyone else but something about Adam always just… made sense.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Nothing” you rolled your eyes again, “You know you can just go right? I don’t even know why you’re bothering”

“What are you talking about kid? I wanted to make sure you were alright. You went all ghost on me and I was worried about you”

“Worried?” now it was your turn to scoff, you could feel the sickening panic rolling around inside your stomach and you needed him to leave.

“Yeah kid… worried” Adams voice suddenly had a tinge of anger behind it and it made the panic swirl harder around inside you.

“Well I don’t need you to worry about me. That’s not your job, your job is to fuck me and leave. And you’re good at that. So you do your job and I’ll do mine”

“Not true” he retorted, face screwed up a little against the harshness of your words.

“You were the one that set those rules Adam” you replied, frustration tainting your words “You don’t need to act like you give a shit”

“Hey when I commit, I really commit” “Commit to what?” you shouted, losing a little of your patience as your ears started to ring and the blood pumped through your body like a steady beat of music. “Commit to you!” he yelled back “We may not be dating or whatever but when I want someone in my life I work for that. Clearly you don’t…we are supposed to be fucking friends after all!”

He had every right to be mad, you had barely treated him like a human being lately and the wash of guilt made your heart start to jump in its rhythm. You could feel the brush of heat up the back of your neck and your pulse thudding in your ears. You shook your head wishing away what you knew was happening; the panic of the overwhelming sense of everything was rising up from your toes. He couldn’t see you like this, it was too embarrassing.

Although your breath was basically coming out like gasps you looked up at him and firmly said “Please leave”

He shook his head “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re avoiding me. Did I do something?” You stood up from your seat on the couch but didn’t get very far, your body felt over stimulated and you couldn’t get your mind clear enough to decide where to go to escape him. So you started pacing back and forth, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.

“Adam please just go” this time your voice betrayed you even further, the tell-tale break in your speech giving away the tears that had begun to brim in your eyes. You pushed the base of your palms harshly into your eye sockets, rubbing away the tears. “Hey hey hey” he said softly, reaching out for your wrists and you flinched back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Please just leave!” you shouted, panicked breath coming out of you in heavy pants. “I can’t breathe” you whispered to yourself turning away from him. Your tears, now virtually unstoppable, cascaded down your cheeks as the panic truly set in. You swayed slightly as you began to feel light-headed.

“Tell me what you need” you heard him say, but his voice felt like it was miles away from you even as he stood mere steps away with his hands outstretched slightly in your direction.

This was it, you were officially going crazy. You couldn’t even handle a simple conversation or own up to your shitty actions. You stole a glance at Adam, his eyebrows were pulled down with concern watching you and a wave of nausea rolled up into the back of your throat. He was going to think you were insane after this, this was the last time you were ever going to see him and this was how you were acting. You felt your cheeks heat up, burning with panic and embarrassment. One of the only things that kept you afloat, the only thing had made you happy as of late, was going to walk out. You could imagine him telling his friends about the crazy chick he used to fuck on the side, “She just totally flipped out on me, honestly man fucking nuts” you could practically hear his voice already, full of mocking vitriol towards you.

Then you really started to hyperventilate, chest aching with the weight of your gasps, but something in the back of your mind gave you respite… that wasn’t Adam. That wouldn’t be how he would act. He was kind. You glanced up at him as your hands began to shake violently.

“I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out, you felt your body collapse underneath you as the room began to spin around you. He dove forward to catch you as your body buckled down to the hard wooden floor.

“Come here” his voice was gentle and barely audible to you but he held you tight, this time you didn’t flinch and he quickly gathered you into his arms in the fear you would move away from him again. “It’s just a panic attack, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here, it’ll be over soon” As he pulled you into his chest, seating himself on the floor with you, he stretched his long legs out around you so his whole body was caging you against him. Your breath instantly started to slow down as the warmth and closeness of him soothed you. He didn’t speak too much, he just calmed your mind with hushed whispers of “Shhh” and “You’re going to be okay”.

You clung yourself to him, vibrating with the force of the trembles that were wracking your body. Your teeth chattered in your head causing you to screw your eyes closed in pain. Your fingers wound tight in his shirt as your breathing finally began to even out. Your body released some of the tension that was winding your muscles tight and you leant a little more into his chest.

“H-how did you know?” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper as you regained your breath.

He shrugged “My mom used to get them… and my sister for a while. I’m used to it.” he smiled softly, lips merely twitching up at the edges as he gauged your reaction. He stroked his large hand through your tangled hair, massaging his fingers over your scalp as your body relaxed and you sighed. “Better?” he asked, placing a careful kiss to the top of your head. You nodded, the scent of his cologne and sweat drifted over you as you kept yourself gripped against him, not quite ready to be moved from his warmth.

“You didn’t have to do this” you croaked, looking up at him now. He shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly, a smirk coming over his lips as he does it.

“You know we don’t just have to fuck right? We can be more than that.” he chuckled, holding your face gently with one hand, “We can also talk, we are friends right?”

You nodded again, looking up at him with wide glassy eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose and you scrunched it.

“Listen maybe we’re just friends for a little while. We can… get lunch or walk through the park when the weather gets better. Whatever you want” he shrugged, you smiled at the level of effort he was so clearly trying to give. Adam hated stuff like that, lunches out and walks in the park; he often said how trivial it all seemed to him. He liked to be at home in his own little world. So the fact he was offering to make you feel better was more than enough to bring a smile to your face. You nodded and giggled when he pumped the air with his fist in celebration.

“And you know, if you need someone to come with you to therapy or whatever I can do that too” he mumbled clearly unsure how you would respond, “You still go to therapy right? I know you mentioned it a while ago and I figured-“ he began to ramble nervously. You pressed your hand into his chest and nodded.

You pushed yourself up a little and placed a kiss to his cheek, “That would help, thank you”

He shuffled a little and rose to get to his feet before extending a hand out to you. You clasped your hand across his, so much smaller in his grasp, and used his body weight to pull yourself up on unsteady legs. He wrapped his arms around you a little bit, his body hunched over yours protectively.

“But first, you need food… and a shower” he paused for a moment, making small grunt-like thinking noises as he looked you over. Then all at once he dipped and gathered you up in his arms, you squealed loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck “What are you doing?” you protested through unsure giggles.

He didn’t say anything but started walking towards your bathroom. He kicked the door open with the toe of his boot and swung his arms so that your head just missed the door frame. He propped you, sitting upright, on the edge of your bathtub before reaching up and turning on your shower. He gestured for you to stand as the water began heating up behind you. Soft clouds of steam quickly started to rise up around the room and he nodded with satisfaction. He tentatively tugged at the base of your oversized-hoodie and you raised your arms above your head. He slipped your hoodie off in one swift motion and dropped it to the floor beside you both. You self-consciously crossed your arms over your now bare chest and he smiled down at you. He placed a kiss to your forehead before kneeling down to wriggle your panties off your hips and down your legs. You shuffled shyly, despite the fact he’d seen you naked so very many times, and stepped out of them as he reached your ankles. He tossed them on top of your hoodie, placing a tender kiss to your stomach as he knelt in front of you, before standing back up to his full height “I’ll get you fresh stuff and wash those” he noted, almost to himself as he spun you by your shoulders so you had your back to him. “You get in there” he pointed to the steady stream of hot water creating billows of steam in the small bathroom, “And I’m going to make you some soup, you still have cans of that chicken one you like?” You nodded once and he placed a firm kiss to your shoulder. With his hands on your waist he placed a final kiss to the top of your head before his touch left you completely. You smiled at his constant need to show you physical care, it was like he understood how even simple affection could heal even the worst of the pain your brain could throw at you. You turned to look over your shoulder as he left the room; like he sensed your hesitation he stopped and turned to look at you with a sweet smile…

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll stay with you as long as you need me too”

[lsholland]

London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me. 

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

*

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

[hawksugarbaby]

Shinso x reader - Burning sensation

Fluff

Every morning at 7:00 you would meet shinso outside your dorm to head to school "Hey Hitoshi how ya doin this mornin" you asked sideling up to the boy who you had gotten to know quite well through your walks too and from school, and your time in class, and lunch, and training after school, you were never really away from each other actually. He took comfort in the time you spent together and you enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. It was pretty understandable why he didn't want to be friends, to begin with, but there was no way in hell you were letting the boy go through 3 years of school without any friends! So you made it your own personal mission to change his mind about you, and you were pretty chuffed when he actually stopped pushing you away yep this boat was firmly tied to the dock now. "I'm fine just tired" he was always tired.

The gleaming white windows of your school came into view lighting up the area around it like a child shining a magnifying glass on a bunch of tiny ants swarming to their colony. You nudged his side with your elbow getting his attention "SO I heard someone is getting transferred into the hero course next year!" you were so proud of him! This was his dream come true and he was finally getting his big opportunity "yeah it's pretty crazy" it was true he was more than thrilled to be joining the hero course but he felt like he was betraying you in some way, you should be in there with him! You were just as powerful if not more than he was. It didn't feel right leaving you "I can't believe it Hitoshi! I'm so happy for you, we should go get ice cream later to celebrate!" you walked through the door together weaving through the other people dotted around the corridor to reach your own classroom tucked away at the end . the thought hadn't even crossed your mind about how lonely you would be without Hitoshi, and it was coming up for the end of the year, you would have to cherish your time more than ever. "Ice cream sounds nice."

Th day went on rather uneventfully, thankfully it was lunch now so food was on the top of your mind "what should I get today?" you asked your lavender friend, you were determined to have everything on the menu at least once before you left school, you had quite a few options to go "what about a cappuccino and the udon?" it was pretty lucky he was keeping track of what you had and hadn't got yet otherwise you would never get close to finishing the challenge "you just want my cappuccino huh" you stepped up to the counter and ordered your food and drink which was ready in a flash thanks to lunch rush (give the dude some credit he does lunch for that entire school every day!) "maybe" he gave a lopsided grin and you rolled your eyes.

you both set off for a table near the back where you usually sat when a green-haired boy waving his arm caught your eye "hey Hitoshi is that one of your new classmates" you questioned gesturing to the freckled boy who was frantically trying to get his attention "oh yeah that's midoriya" he brushed off the topic and continued off to your table "hey wait you should go sit with them!" you called after the boy who groaned and span round his purple locks dangled in front of his eyes blocking his view fully but he could tell you weren't gonna let him leave. "but... why?" "because they're your classmates silly come on" you pulled him over to the table much to his dismay "h-hey shinso do you want to sit with us?" midoriya asked and everyone else at the table eyed him up like a flock of vultures inspecting there pray "can (y/n) sit too?" wait no what you weren't in that class why would you sit there? That was like... the top dog table right? "Of course!" oh well oh kay then guess you were one with the big leagues now. "Hi it's nice to meet you, I'm ururaka" she introduced herself with a big grin, you noticed she was holding her juice with 4 fingers and had pink pads in the middle of her fingertips "I'm (l/n) nice to meet you too" you sat down next to Hitoshi excited to make some new friends, maybe if you liked them he would like them more.

"So you and shinso are really good friends huh?" you nodded as you took a sip of your cappuccino and ultimately decided it was one of the less amazing things on the menu "yeah he's like my best friend and I'm pretty much his emotional support dog" you giggled and handed off the warm, bitter drink to him which he was more than happy to take off your hands "in all honesty she should be the one joining your class, daughter of the number 2 hero couldn't cut the hero programme" he teased and everyone else gasped "YOUR DAD IS HAWKS!" yep it was true you were the daughter of the number 2 hero hawks and someone else?? Mum didn't stick around long, your quirk was a little HOT TO HANDLE (roll with it) "what's your quirk! Can you show us!" midoriya begged from across the table which Hitoshi was not happy about he didn't like it when people gave you more attention than he did "um no I definitely cannot show you! But I can tell you what it iss" you sang and the boy grabbed a pencil and notepad out his bag "uh it's called Pheonix I have retractable wings... made of blue fire... and I can fly and shoot the feathers and I have the feather blades like dad and all that jazz" "she also has the same dumb personality" Hitoshi added and you gasped looking at him hurt "don't talk about my dad like that he loves you" he did actually like Hitoshi a surprising amount and you were pretty convinced he shipped you like a 15-year-old girl watching 2 boys in an anime about superheroes (-_-)

"But if your dad is the number 2 hero how come you aren't in the hero course" ouch. You gripped your chopsticks harshly "some bitch thought it would be funny to knock me out during the entrance exam and it was too late to get me in by recommendation" the chopsticks snapped splintering off into a bunch of smaller pieces. The lively nature of the cafe suddenly turned to one of concern when 2 mini puffs of thick smoke filtered out from the back of your blazer blanketing the roof and the smell of burning fabric infiltrated your noses "your burning" Hitoshi said from beside you "OH sorry sorry I didn't notice" you said and started to calm yourself down by stealing Hitoshi's lemonade "you must be upset about having to be in different classes after the new year" the boy with the bird head said. Well yeah but he wouldn't be leaving you completely, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could start Hitoshi started "I don't intend on letting her go half a year alone in that class, either she moves up or I go back down" he grit his teeth at the thought of you being alone in that class by yourself, and if it meant he had to give up his dream of being in the hero course he would. You smiled and then sighed when you realised you couldn't finish your udon since your chopsticks had transformed into toothpicks.

Ah yes, finally the end of the day. You and Hitoshi walked out of the nicely air-conditioned school into the dry blistering heat of the outside world "oh god whyyy" you cried and shook your fist at the sun then immediately regretted it as a bunch of white spots danced around in your eyes (FUN FACT THOSE ARE CALLED PHOSPHENES. Y'know, like phosphor) "so ice cream" you stumbled around trying to your friends and jumped when he put his hands on the back of your shoulders "just keep walking dummy" he said and you did so until you gained your sight back. "It's such a hot day this is evil" you crossed your arms angrily as you made your way to your house since you had decided to get changed before you got ice cream so that the sweltering heat didn't melt you both to a puddle of sweat and ew (THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH OKAY).

"HEY DAD ARE YOU HOME?" you shouted into the house and a little red feather shot down to where you were standing "I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES THEN" you and shinso wandered up to your room dumping your bags with an audible thud "crop top and jeans?" you asked holding up your clothes and showing them off to Hitoshi "sure why not," he said and pulled out the bag of clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe that you kept there for him. "Vest and shorts?" he held up the clothes and you nodded and he descended down the hall to the bathroom waving to your dad as he went past. It was such a perfect day, it was too good to be overthinking little things like clothes or how lonely you would be without Hitoshi or what he meant when he said when he wasn't leaving you behind or how he really felt about you or- "how's my chicklet?" (hawk's most defining personality trait is that he likes chicken don't @me) your dad asked ruffling your hair "it is too hot to exist right now but Hitoshi and I are gonna get ice cream" you grinned and cracked open your window hoping a breeze would come through and cool you down a smidge. "Like a date?" "No dad it's not a date" "finneee have fun" he pouted and left you alone to get changed.

"Hey, Hitoshi what ice cream do you want?" you asked looking over the menu on the side of the truck that was parked in the park... "it's a vanilla day I think," you stepped up to the counter ordering your ice creams both with a flake obviously and sat on a cool metal bench which was hidden by the big weeping willow tree, it was your favourite spot in the whole park because it was always shady and the big tree made you feel like little kids again, you were so small in comparison and when the wind picked up the branches whipped around like a carousel and tangled together like a curtain to hide behind.

"hey you'll be okay in the class by yourself for a while right?" he asked and took a pit off his ice cream "I'll have to be won't I. I'm really proud of you you know that" you stole the flake that he was about to bite into and took a bite out of it letting the chocolate bit's fall off and land on your crop top melting almost instantly "I know. But I promise I'm gonna get you up there with me. You won the sports festival I don't know why they're taking me" (ROLL WITH IT) he stole your flake in retaliation and started eating his ice cream "because you deserve it stop doubting yourself" you preached. You listened to the cars drive by and the angry drivers honking at each other, in all fairness there were indicators for a reason. The bustling life of the city drowned out by the calm bubble surrounding the 2 of you "well you deserve it too (y/n)" he argued and you both burst into a fit of laughter knowing that it was almost impossible to be mad at each other and this wasn't even close to a reason.

"Hey I need to tell you something" he whispered taking a bite out of the sugary cone "oooh~ are you going to profess your undying love for me" you giggled not knowing what you were getting into in the next few minutes "yes... I am" ".....WHAT!" WELL, THIS TOOK A TURN "I like you. Like in a girlfriend type of way" he sighed when a big flake of his cone cracked and fell into the dirt under him "oh. This is unexpected" you whispered taking a bite out of your own cone getting crumbs down your top "if you don't feel the same it's okay I just wanted you to know" he pursed his lips and drew little circles in the dry dirt "no I do, I do feel the same I guess I just didn't realise I felt the same... does that make sense?" it probably didn't.

Of course, you felt the same, he had been your best friend for a while now so obviously you caught some feelings but you had never given them a title like, a crush or love or anything like that, they were just there. They would either go away or they wouldn't and now you were here. You were glad they hadn't "yeah it does" he smiled and the wind picked up a bit lacing the branches together to create th perfect veil as he leaned down and kissed you softly, it was nice and filled with love and admiration and your face turned soft pink and matched the heat of the sun beating down right now.

It didn't last long unfortunately as 2 pillars of smoke started coming out of your shirt and burning fabric once again took over your senses "NO NO NO NOT NOW COME ON" you shouted feeling the fabric separating on your back and you held the front of your crop top on your front "okay well we're gonna not do that for now" Hitoshi said calmy and you shot him a panicked glance gesturing to your unfortunate situation with your other hand. The back of your top fell off and you arched your back when it came into contact with the cold rugged bark of the willow tree "OKAY WELL NOT WALKING HOME LIKE THAT" he shouted and took off his vest throwing it to you and turning away.

You put it on quickly after you calmed down a bit and you weren't burning anything. "Okay you can turn around," you instructed focusing only on the branches in front of you "what not gonna look at me?" "nope" "why not?" you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue "because if I do this shirt will just burn off too and then we'll have to phone dad and get him to bring me a shirt and then he'll ask how I managed to burn two of my shirts off and then I have to listen to him go on and on like a 15-year-old girl about how he totally called that we would get together and then-" "alright I get it," he said putting his hand over your mouth 'well you just set yourself up for failure' you thought and licked his hand which he pulled back and wiped on your jeans "your gross" he chuckled and stood up wiping the dirt off his jeans and standing directly in your eye line putting his hand out to help you up. Which you didn't accept since you were rather busy ogling those goddamn washboard abs "well your not burning yet but you might be brain dead" he flicked your forehead and you shook your head slightly accepting his help up.

You started to walk home as the bright blue sky turned to a medley of tangerine and lavenders with pink brush strokes in between. "We should get ice cream more often," he said his honeyed voice cutting the silence held between you "I agree, we train so much we deserve it!" you exclaimed "you just wanna see me shirtless" he teased. It took every ounce of willpower you had to not burn the shirt off by accident but thankfully you didn't "pfft no. I want ice cream the shirtless thing doesn't have to be exclusively an ice cream thing" you pointed out nudging his shoulder with yours as your house got closer and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him like 2 magnets sticking to each other.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow Hitoshi," you said once you reached your door "yeah see you tomorrow," he said pecking your cheek and walking off down the road leaving you astonished at your door. "DAD YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS" you screamed as you entered the house.

4 weeks later

"We have another student joining the hero course" the grumpy teacher announced and you bust into the 1-A classroom with your wings outstretched behind you "PUT THE GREMLIN BACK" shinso shouted from the back of the classroom "GO BACK UNDER THE BRIDGE YOU CAME FROM" you shouted back and took your seat next to him "dad wants to know if you're staying for dinner after training" you whispered, "yeah what are we having?" "chicken" 

[authenticmiya]

Alone - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Summary - Based on the song Alone by Heart, reader doesn’t know how to cope with Johnny putting all of his time into the dojo, and not into his marriage.

Words - 1.7k

Warnings - angst

The sparkles on your wedding ring could just about be seen as the moon lit up the apartment. Letting out a shaky yet frustrated sigh, the clock was still ticking, except this time, two hours had gone by. Johnny wasn't back, when was he ever back?

As it neared 1am, the debate of going to bed was playing on your mind, but there was no way you were going to sleep without talking to your husband, if he was that anymore.

"Come on Johnny, pick up." You sighed, trying not only his telephone at work but the stupid cell phone that you should've known he couldn't answer.

But not being able to use technology wasn't an excuse. It wasn't hard to keep a promise, in fact it wasn't hard to just not make the promise in the beginning. A knock on the door pulled you straight from your wandering thoughts. Looking through the peep-hole, you realised it was Miguel.

"Seriously kid." You groaned before opening the door. You loved him like a son, you really did, but you were not in the mood to socialise with anyone.

"Hi Mrs Lawrence, Sensei told me to tell you-" He began but you cut him off.

"Don't worry Miguel, this is the fourth time you've had to tell me that he's gotta do all of the paperwork, I get it. Thank-you." The sadness in your tone made Miguel feel bad.

"He's in the Dojo Mrs Lawrence, it's not my place to say but instead of waiting around for him to come home, why don't you just go down there?" Miguel suggested.

"I appreciate that kid, but I don't wanna start a fight." You admitted to the teenage boy, and you couldn't quite believe it because he hardly knew love himself.

"Fight for this love, you're badass." He chuckled before heading back over to his place. 1am and Miguel had only just left the dojo, so who knows when Johnny will be home. After the brief conversation, the time just went by extremely slow, but that didn't stop you from staying awake.

"I’m not having another night end with me being alone." You muttered, and it was as if god answered your prayers, because the keys jangled in the front door, and in stepped Johnny.

"Jesus Christ why are you sat in the dark babe?" Johnny laughed as he flipped the switch to the lights on.

"Till the moment I saw you them years ago, I had always got by on my own." You told him, twiddling your fingers as you sat on the couch. Johnny looked at you strangely, as he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.

"I never really cared until I met you Johnny. Nobody cared for me, and I never cared for anybody. I spent years upon years, dreaming I'd marry a guy like you, and I got him in the end." There was no way you could cry in front of him.

"Listen if this is about me and the dojo, I really wanna spare that fight." Johnny sighed as he stood a distance away from you.

"Sometimes I reminisce on the good times we had. Before Larusso, before the alcohol, before this goddamn dojo Johnny." Now the words were just falling from your mouth.

"Don't mention that name under this roof again." He suddenly snapped, and now you had hit the nerve.

"How do I get you alone Johnny? Because I lost you the moment that asshole came back into your life. Don't try and sugarcoat it, please save me the bullshit. You're all I ever wanted and all I've ever had. Ever since Cobra Kai reopened, I don't see you. I wake up, you're not there, I go to sleep and you're still not there." It took a lot of courage to talk to him without getting mad, for nearly every argument that was made, was because of your attitude.

"You will always have me Y/N, but I have a business to run, I'm protecting these kids." Johnny swigged on his drink, also trying not to give you a nasty reaction.

"They're relying on me, they have nothing but karate to help them with their confidence, you would know if you were there." He suddenly came out with when you didn't reply.

"I'm relying on you too Johnny, you know your wife?" You began.

"And here she goes with the whole emotional card. Whatever." He rolled his eyes and turned towards the bedroom.

"'No I refuse to let you do this to me again. We need to talk about this." You grabbed his bicep.

"Every-time we try and talk, a certain somebody turns it into something that could've been avoided." Johnny said sarcastically.

"Yeah and you shrug it off like it's nothing." You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"That's bullshit and you know it Y/N, I don't need to be constantly reminded of shit that you get insecure about." Oh he had finally cracked into his frustrated and angry mode.

"So me missing you is being insecure? Sorry for committing a crime jackass." You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Here she is, little miss childish, once again." Johnny slammed the door to your shared bedroom, now leaving you to decide whether to follow after him.

"Oh for fuck sake." You grumbled, opening the door. He was getting some clothes ready for what you presumed was for after he had showered.

"We have neighbours, you don't need to slam the door so loud." You finally spoke up again.

"I didn't know you could slam a door quietly." Johnny didn't look at you.

"What's going on with you? Please just talk to me Johnny." You felt like begging for a life time. You just wanted your husband back, even if it was just the extra kiss in the morning. But he wasn't talking to you.

"This is getting ridiculous Y/N." He groaned.

"No what's getting ridiculous is that you gradually built a dojo, but gradually pushed me to the side and I'm sorry if you think I'm childish, and that I start a fight with you for no reason. I don't mean to fight with you, we're meant to fight together for crying out loud." Johnny was listening to you but he wasn't responding.

"I never asked for this, I don't deserve this." Johnny stood up, grabbing a towel from the drawers.

"And you think I do? When was the last time you actually checked if I was okay?" Johnny didn't know what to say, he knew he hadn't been the best of husbands.

"Miguel stopped by today, actually ever since the dojo opened he's come by quiet frequently, telling me the usual that you're doing paperwork." You began.

"Also told me I was a badass who needed to fight for this love, but it takes two to fight, and right now, it's pretty clear that I'm the only one even fending for this marriage." A single tear dropped down your cheek but you refused to let him see it.

"I'll leave you to shower." You left the bedroom and decided that maybe tonight you should just keep your space from him. Deciding that sitting around doing nothing wasn't an option, you just decided to take the trash out. It wasn't really a normal thing to do in the earliest of hours in the morning, but it was something.

Johnny felt his heart stop when he heard the front door shut, something telling him that you were going to leave for the night and just not come back to him.

"Shit." He scrambled off the bed, completely throwing the thought of a shower out of his head.

"Y/N? Babe?" He called out, but he didn't know you were only just outside.

"Shit!" He shouted, grabbing his keys, ready to drive all lengths of the country just to bring you back. As he opened the front door, you were just heading back in.

"Please, just don't leave. We can talk this through, you can't leave me Y/N, I need you. God dammit I'm an asshole, I deserved everything you said to me just please come inside and we can talk it out, no arguing, no nothing." Johnny had his hands firmly on your shoulders.

"Why the hell would I leave you? I took the trash out." You told him, he glanced around back to the trash-can noticing how it was now empty, and had a huge sigh of relief.

"And besides don't you think I'd have been gone a long time ago if an argument was the reason we ever broke up?" You questioned him.

"Yeah I suppose you're right, you put up with a lot of shit huh?" Johnny took in your appearance for the first time, in such a long time.

The way your hair was just in a messy bun, the fact you were in one of his shirts and a pair of sweats. The Y/N he had fallen in love with, had been waiting for the affection she deserved and he simply hadn't realised how long she had gone without it.

"I'm sorry." He began.

"This isn't gonna happen again. You're not just gonna apologise and I'll melt into you. Johnny you've gotta mean it, you've seriously gotta mean it." You pleaded.

"Shall we order-" You cut him off.

"It's literally 2am and all I want right now, is to relax. We're both hotheaded and we need to be able to talk about things without getting riled up with each-other." You could tell he was listening to you very intently and without hesitation he lifted you up in a bridal fashioned way.

"This isn't what I expected but I'm not complaining." You chuckled as he shut the door with his foot. The two of you settled down on the bed together. 

"I love you." You told him, the argument slowly floating out of the window.

"I don't think you have any idea how much I love you." He sighed, pressing a firm, passionate kiss to your lips.

"We'll be okay won't we Y/N?" Johnny sighed, draping an arm across your waist.

"We'll be okay Johnny."