#i hate turning on an oven and it freaks me out

[heisabanana]

you think a fella that says hes never ever in his whole dang life, lit a fire would be nervous about ovens?

[dinogoofymutated]

ik you just wrote for Kurt but if I could request some sfw headcanons for him? 👉🏽👈🏽 he'd be such a cuddly man especially with that tail of his

Sfw! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader

YES OFC!!! I was just thinking about this !! With how cuddly he was in the latest episode it had me all giddy and shit AAUGHH!! THIS MAN!!!

I also may or may not have gotten carried away with the fic half of this because I'm actually in love with him.

-Ps- @bl1ngringz You sent an ask for more Kurt, and I'm working on more but I figured I'd tag you in this one!

TWs: none that I can think of atm.

Touch is 100% one of Kurt’s love languages. If you're close to him, he's going to be touching you in one way or another

He really likes to wrap his tail around your waist to pull you closer to him, and it's always surprising because how is his tail that strong?? The sensation of his tail being wrapped around you in one shape or form starts to become such a comforting sensation.

If you're anxious and picking and your fingers in a social situation, he'll take hold of your hand and press a kiss to your palm, and if you're less comfortable with pda, he'll snake his tail in between your hands instead. Afterwards he always checks your hands and cuticles, just in case.

Sometimes he'll have really rough days and will just really need you to hold him. He'll teleport you out of your office if he feels like you've been gone too long and he starts to worry about you. It's surprising at first, but you quickly get over it when the furball snuggles into you, quietly pouting about how long you've been gone. It's easy to tell other things are on his mind, but you know he enjoys the silence when you choose not to press him, and simply hold him tightly.

Kurt isn't just a cuddle bug. He's a cuddle MONSTER. On the couch? He'll plop down on top of you, falling asleep on you like a cat who only ever manages to fall asleep right when you need to pee. In bed? Again, no pee breaks. He usually has such a tight grip on you, only able to fall asleep buried in your arms. It doesn't matter how hot it is, if you roll away he'll feel bad. He knows you don't hate him and that you're just moving in your sleep but :( come back. He can't sleep without you!

You wouldn’t consider yourself a morning person, but sometimes you’d wake up and simply be too restless to fall back asleep. Sometimes it was anxiety, other times excitement, but today you woke up simply content. Kurt’s arms were wrapped around you loosely, which was a surprise. He’s normally fully wrapped around you, limbs tangled tightly with your own, tail wound around your wrist, ankle, or hand in his sleep. You smile as you turn around, brushing hair out of his face. He doesn’t even stir, nor lean into the warmth of your hand. You’d be freaking out if it weren’t for his steady breathing, but the two of you had a rough couple of days. If he’s sleeping this deeply, he deserves the rest.

It’s easy to slide out of his arms, quietly padding out of the bedroom barefooted. You flinch when you reach the cold wood floors of the hallway, early spring still inconsistent with its bouts of cold weather. After quietly closing the door, you make your way to the living room on the search for a pair of slippers. You had a bad habit of losing them, sometimes stealing Kurt’s instead, but you find yours set aside neatly. You smile as you slip them on, knowing that you most certainly weren’t the one who put them there.

It’s still dark outside when you start to preheat the oven, and you know you must be up way too early. You laugh a little, with how early Kurt tends to rise, you can only imagine the time. You glance at the oven clock and notice it’s a little after 5 am. You grimace just a little, deciding to ignore it for now. Might as well make breakfast.

You feel like you’ve forgotten how to make breakfast food. Kurt always manages to beat you to it, waking you up in the morning with the smell of coffee and baked goods. You used to feel bad about it, telling him that he didn’t have to. That he didn’t have to go through with the effort. You felt guilty about such a simple thing, feeling like an inconvenience to him. That feeling didn’t last long, however. Kurt had insisted that you were worth the effort, worth his love, and much more. You don’t fight him on it anymore, having taken over lunch preparations instead. He still tries to beat you to that too, though. It’s become a competition as of late, and you smile in a giddy manner, excited to see his pout when he realizes you managed to beat him to breakfast.

    The sun has risen by the time you’ve finished the biscuits and set them out to cool. You’re scrambling some eggs when a tail wraps around your waist and a warm chest presses against your back. Kurt nuzzles into your shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. 

    “Guten morgen.” His morning voice is groggy, and to be honest, he sounds like he’s about to fall back asleep right here in the kitchen, holding onto you like a pillow.

“Good morning,” You giggle, turning your head to kiss him sweetly. He’s pouting when you pull away, leaning his cheek on your shoulder.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up.” Kurt mopes. You mimic his pout with a poorly hidden smile, kissing him a few more times. They were chaste, as you didn't want to get distracted and burn the eggs.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep, and I didn't want to wake you up.” You turn your attention back to the eggs in the pan, and Kurt sighs dramatically at your words, beginning to smile a bit himself. You see an arm sneakily reach over to take the spatula out of your hands, but you’re quick to hold it away from him. He smiles widely when he’s caught, pulling you flush to his chest as he tries to snatch it again with his other hand.

“No!” You giggle. “Kurt, stop it! I’m not letting you finish the eggs!” You may have the willpower to keep the spatula away, but Kurt still has the upper hand with longer arms and an extra limb. His laughs are infectious and he fights you for the utensil.

“Penance, then! For leaving me in a cold bed, I could have gotten sick, you know?” You gasp as Kurt manages to slip the spatula from your grasp. He rejoices in victory, holding it above your head as he turns back to the eggs. He kisses you on the cheek, holding you squarely in his grasp as he finishes breakfast for you, as he always does.

Today was a good morning indeed.

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For your halloween special, can i have all dressed chips, with a espresso Martini by max verstappen plssss

halloween menu - bakery menu

spooky scary post-halloween submission! thank you so much for the request. it has been fun to write this one, so i hope that you love it. i know that the spooky season is over, but we can probably have a little more halloween magic until christmas, haha!

all-dressed chips: "i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this." + espresso martini: dom!character served by max verstappen (formula one)

tags: smut/pwp, dom & mad!max, driver!reader, established relationship, car sex (sort of), fingering/clit teasing & oral sex (reader receives)

"you can't laugh at this." you said as you zipped up the driver's suit to your neck. you looked in the mirror before you shushed your teammate. you turned in the mirror a little, "oh he's gonna freak when he sees this."

daniel laughed into his fist and you shushed your teammate before you turned to him and away from the mirror. the driving suit was so much baggier than yours. especially in the shoulders and thighs. you knew that if the team found out about this, they would lose it.

they were very particular with where the drive suit of the great max verstappen was at all times. and currently it was on your body as you and your teammate rushed to his car before you ended up at a halloween party in austin.

to be a couple on two separate teams often led to a flurry of discussions and rumors. you had about four pregnancy rumors happen oven the course of the season. that didn't mention the three cheating rumors (that was your cousin that photo) or the five secret wedding rumors. you hated those ones the most because they always made it seem like your wedding choices were tacky.

but tonight, you were thankful there were no press members lurking around the house that was rented out by the mclaren team for the austin weekend. and since it was close enough to halloween, that meant the drivers and others could have a party. and while it wasn't a dress up party, you took it upon yourself to have the best costume.

your teammate, daniel, was dressed a cowboy. you even remarked, 'you might give me a run for my money tonight." as you looked in the mirror to see if your lip gloss was ended up above your lip. he laughed and the two of you got out of the parking lot before the gate to the track was closed.

-

at the house, you spotted max waiting outside with his arms crossed and leaned up against the gate. when he saw you get out of the car, he was instantly over to you. it wasn't until he got closer that he noticed that you were wearing his driver suit.

he laughed, "you look so amazing." he scooped you up in his arms and looked at you with a smile, "very authentic."

you giggled, "it's a red bull original."

max looked at you, "i..is that my suit?"

you nodded, "yeah, well worn today and everything." you felt max hold onto you a little tighter and you got your hands into the front of his t-shirt. you looked at him, "i wanted to be the best dressed."

he swallowed then laughed, "well, i think it's a mission accomplished." he could feel the swirl in his gut.

daniel piped up after he locked the car doors, "what about me, max?" he laughed, "i think i kill it tonight too, mate." then winked at his former teammate.

max laughed, "why did i have a feeling that you were going as a cowboy tonight?" then ushered you into the house against his worst judgement. the back of his mind was calling for him to stuck you in the backseat and make the car rock.

so much was covered, but to know that you were in max's gear turned him on. so the entire night his gaze was on you, his hand on your lower back and when he could, his lips on yours. a night of partying ended with max driving you back to your hotel room.

"show me what's under it? got my fireproofs on too?" he asked. his hand was on the zipper and trying to get it down while you drove him. you helped him and he caught a glimpse of your bra underneath.

"i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this." he laughed, "and not when there's a risk i'll crash the car." he did however snake his hand between your legs, "fuck, you're so warm."

you moaned as he managed to get under your panties and rub against your clit. the sensation made you jolt and he laughed.

"aw c'mon, my love. you're always so calm on the track? what's the problem now? can't handle a little fun?" it didn't help that the speed he was driving left after shocks through your body.

you were both on quiet back end roads in texas. no one around for a good while, so of course max could rev the engine a little bit while he stimulated your clit. the strength of a formula one driver was concentration and the ability to calculate many things at once.

for example max's rough thumb was against your clit, moving in motions that were making you a total mess in the car. his eyes were on the road and he was going over the speed limit so he could almost stimulate your achy sex. all while not crashing the car.

they could give him the wdc for that feat alone.

your heart was racing in your ears and your pussy soaked through your cotton panties. max knew if he smelled his suit the next morning, it was going to reek like your achy cunt. and he wouldn't mind racing like that.

"shit, max. ah." you groaned and you shifted your hips to get a better feeling of his rough fingers. you swallowed back a particularly loud moan to escape from your lips. you prayed, hoped that no one would find out about this. you didn't need that on the front pages.

"you sound so pretty when you're needy." he purred, "i love how you sound. i feel like i should spank you for stealing my suit, but stealing it is quite the feat i have to say. mmmm, pretty thing."

his words sent shocked through you as you felt the blush bloom in your cheeks with an erotic want. there was something about max verstappen that drove you insane.

eventually he pulled his fingers away from your soaked sex and licked the bit of wetness off his thumb and knuckle. he groaned a little before he pulled into a nearby closed gas station parking lot.

"get in the backseat." he said before he watched you scramble to the back and he followed after. he almost hit his head against the top of the sports car he was driving. you chest was heavy in the low light of the parking lot.

max tugged at the suit, almost ripping the zipper to get access to your soaked cunt. he pushed the crotch of the cotton panties to get access to your sex. you could feel everything tight as he was pulled, but max's tongue on your aching cunt made it all better.

his pace was messy with two of his fingers pushed inside of you for added pleasure. he was a messy eater when he ate you out and you weren't too sure how much time you'd have before someone drove by. the car rocked a little as he pleasured you.

"fuck, ah, max." you didn't know this would've given him such a response. but, you loved it. you loved how his tongue felt against your achy cunt. you had been thinking about him during the party because he was in your space so much.

he groaned against your pussy, your wetness was up to his nose and almost at his cheeks. he went all in when it came to oral sex, that was why it made it so easy for you to climax because of him.

you moaned a little louder and held onto his hair for a moment as you felt the climax wash over you. the feeling hit you like a ton of bricks and it made you hot all over. you felt the fire in your gut as he made you feel on cloud nine.

"oh my god." you panted heavily as he smirked against your soaked pussy before he looked up at you. you could see the glisten of your wetness across his face.

"i'm not done with you yet. let's see how durable this suit really is." he chuckled as you heard the unzip of his jeans.

-

being in red bull's head office the morning after a party was never a good thing. it was a situation most tried to avoid being. but as you sat with daniel and max across from horner and mekies wasn't a way to start the morning.

"can we at least get coffee." you groaned.

"no." horner replied.

apparently max's racing suit went missing last night. only to be found in your hotel room this morning. daniel was in the office for abetting in the theft. you wanted to die when christian showed the three of you the pictures of the stains on the suit. daniel hid his mouth behind his hand, to not make a very funny (yet very mean comment). you pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes and prayed for a moment that you'd go blind.

"this will result in a fine and community service." which made the three of you groan. the media was going to have a field day with this one <3

[baby-tini]

You think Dabi's pretty- scratch that you think he's beautiful, but unfortunately he doesn't agree. Despite his calm and collected nature, he's insecure about his scars. He doesn't understand how you, the most beautiful person in the world, could like him, a villian, someone who's covered in burns... it just doesn't make sense to him. You, however, don't care and hate when he talks negatively about himself and it has caused arguments that has led you to getting upset and Dabi pulling away, leaving for a couple hours to days. He always comes back though, he can't stay away, you know that and he's coming to terms with it. You really, are the only person that cares about him, besides the league, he doesn't have many people.

He looks so pretty making breakfast, in nothing but his boxers and grey sweats. "You look so pretty Dabi," you murmur sleepily, wrapping your hands around his waist from behind, laying your head on his right shoulder. He scoffs, flipping the eggs and tensing when he feels you run kisses along the staples across his back. Shaking his head, he mumbles, "your eyes must be blurry from sleep, doll." You whine into his back, huffing as you pull away. "Why do you always do this, Dabi? Can't you please just take a compliment, you really are pretty."

He finishes cooking breakfast and turns off the stove before turning around and leaning against the oven. "Babydoll, you do understand that I'm covered in burns, I'm not exactly a model... plus I'm not supposed to be pretty, I'm supposed to be scary, doll." Glaring at him you narrow your eyes, "Dabi, please stop saying that, you're very attractive... I think the burns make you look hotter to be honest.." He bursts out laughing, petting your hair as he moves to take the plates out and set them on the table. "Is that right, doll? You think I look hotter with the burn scars? You're a little freak, you know that?"

He always does this, he can never except that he's attractive because of the scars, so he'll make it into a joke or wave you off with a "sure, whatever you say, doll." It's really upsetting, because no matter how hard he tries, there's always a snarl pulling at his lips when he looks at himself in the mirror. Coming up behind him again, you wrap an arm around his stomach as the other wraps around his upper chest as you lay your cheek on the midst of his back, he relaxes a bit, caressing your hand as he hums. Leaning a bit into your embrace as he takes the arm wrapped around his chest and kisses your hand, rubbing circles on it.

You cuddle into his back, running your fingers over the staples and kissing the edges of his burns, "you know I'll always think you're beautiful Dabi... nothing you say or do will ever change that. I'm not always talking about your looks either, you're extremely intelligent, so observational and snarky... the prettiest parts of you aren't always physical... like the way your eyes go soft when I tell you I love you... or the way they shine just right in the sun. Or when you go soft when your sleepy, you always hold me close... keep me safe." Kissing his scars in between sentences, his hands tighten around your arms.

Pulling you so your face is buried in his chest, as he kisses your head, squeezing tight around your waist. Running his fingers through your hair he whispers sweet nothing in your ear, "even if you don't believe me... please know that you are pretty and I love you so much... more than you could know." Your eyes start to water and get blurry from the on coming tears as you feel something splash on your shoulder, you try to lift your head but he keeps your face buried in his chest. Digging his tongue in his cheek, he inhales deeply as he rubs his hand up and down your back, kissing your head every once and a while.

"C'mon doll... breakfast is done." He kisses your head one last time before letting go and walking to the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes, you go to sit down only to see crimson dripping down your shoulder as it stains your skin, leaving pretty red trails. Glancing back at him, you catch him rub at his eyes, the same crimson staining his fingers before he wipes it away... Dabi really is always so pretty, in all his moments.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Hi ! I wanted to say I love your work a lot, especially those stories about Tokyo Debunker characters going to the future !! Would you mind doing one with Sho please ?

A bun in the oven

Cw: Hyde slips a future potion into Sho's drink without him knowing, reader described as pregnant

Wc: 1,2K

Notes: if there is something in the new chapter that contradicts anything in here, no it doesn't (haven't gotten around to reading it jiji)

For some reason this doesn't read like I wanted it to but it's kind of cute sigh

Sometimes muscle memory takes over when Sho cooks, zoning out and looking at nothing while cutting vegetables or mixing batter, more than once freaking Leo out at his zombie like state.

It just came so naturally after spending so much time in his hobby, mincing garlic, salting water and reducing the sauce. It isn't until he dips his chopsticks in his mouth that he snaps back.

An horrible itching and burning inside his mouth waking him from his trance. He quickly throws aside the offending chopsticks and hurries to the sink to fill a glass of water.

Without a care, he throws his head as he chugs the water faster than he ever shotgunned a beer. Not even caring to wipe the droplets slipping from his lips to his chin and down his neck.

There is only one reason he would cook something like that, he thinks, god-damned Leo and his hellish spicy things. He always tells him that he won't taste anything but the chili oil and jalapeno but he just rolls his eyes and tells him to do as told.

That damned brat, how can he even eat this bullshit without losing his tongue? Maybe he lost his sense of taste after chewing on his special artifact so much, he insists it doesn't taste like anything but some anomalous chemical in it must have ruined his tongue.

Footsteps sound behind him but Sho doesn't pay it too much mind, must be leo, he thinks while swishing water inside his mouth and spitting it out. The last time he spits it out he is lucky it didn't go up his nose at the unexpected hug. Arms wrapping around his waist and someone's head resting on his shoulder.

A soft voice talks just behind him, the sweetness dripping from it too real to be Leo's “Thanks for cooking for me, love, I know you hate spicy with your whole soul after Hyde tricked you” was that…? If Leo was pulling his leg again he swears to God he will never tell him anything ever. Just one time he tells Leo he likes to spend time with you -maybe a little too much to be like friends- and he has never known peace since. Whenever Leo gets slightly bored his little crush is something so easy to exploit, teasing about white day's gifts, sending him photos of couple's discounts at stores, links to rings with obnoxious remarks like ‘Better hope they have cheap taste’ or ‘your food truck better be making some good revenue otherwise I see it hard. I'm not lending you even one yen’

Ripping him away from his thoughts, the muscles under his skin tremble and shudder as if an electric current went through them as your lips fall just beneath the angle of his scapula, an almost mockingly honest ‘mhwa’ follows as you get away. Luckily you didn't do it as he was pouring the blistering oil in the bowl or when he was cutting the garlic, Sho is sure he would have spilled oil all over himself or sliced his finger open.

“Whatever. It should be ready” he mumbles as he drags the cutting board and pot where the oil was boiled to the sink to scrub them.

Without a peep you grab the bowl and walk off to the kitchen island.

“So how was the truck today?”

“Hyde was hanging around all day and wanted to watch how I did everything, such a nuisance.”

“Like a little kid! Maybe that is why he was so happy at having a nephew, he wanted someone close to his maturity!”

Letting out a small laugh to let you know he heard you, his mind starts chewing and begins to understand what you said. ‘nephew’ stands particularly up, he is Hyde's only sibling, so that would mean… no, there is no way, is it?

And for once, he turns around to see you, not dressed in school uniform and loafers with tidy and neat hair but rather you are on the stool wearing a t-shirt he has been thinking about buying for a few days and your hair on a messy bun. But that is seen as normal over your hand, spotting a ring over the sage's ring, resting over a very noticeably pregnant stomach.

Oh, fuck, it wasn't a prank, that fucking masked creep truly got that damned potion. That is why he was so fucking annoying to get him to share a drink. He should have known it wasn't from the goodness of his heart. Was he getting back at him from when he stole his beers? Immature bastard.

“Huh? Is something wrong” lazily you lean back and look at him wondering.

“... No, not at all”

Leaving the dishes halfway done, he sits on the stool next to yours and stealing glances at you

“baby, he is kicking, have a feel” without giving him a second to pull away his hand lies flat against your swollen stomach, and soon is greeted by a harsh kick from the depths of your body “he is kicking like crazy”

“Are you sure it isn't because… he hates spicy” it takes him a second to not call that an ‘It’. He does like you, maybe enough to have a serious relationship and not just mess around like he always does but it's a wide jump from the ring around your fingers and having a fully fledged family.

“If that was why then your son shouldn't make me crave spicy food!”

“Are we sure it's not Leo's?” He jokes, unsure how to continue the conversation, and gets a smack in the arm while you laugh “hey, I think it's a fair enough q-” suddenly another smack lands on him but this time it's harsher and directly on his face, accompanied by such and annoying voice.

“Shohei-kun~~” his brother is hunched over him and slapping his face, there isn't much worry on his face as annoyance, as if him being out of it because of something he slipped in his drink “finally~♪ I would have thought ghouls have a higher tolerance to potions but doesn't seem like it”

Sho’s hands fly to Hyde's collar, or so he thought, his body must still be halfway asleep given how easily he dodged his grasp.

“No need to get so aggressive so soon! I just wanted you to tell me how your future was going to be but I doubt you are speaking, right?” Wobbly kneeling up Sho only is capable of snarling a string of curses making his brother, who rolls his eyes and helps him up on a chair.

“You should get better in a few minutes, how about you tell me all about your little dream when I come back~?” And hurriedly he rushes out of his own office to dodge a book thrown by his little brother.

Sighing into his arms, it seems that the only way to calm his stomach and stop his head from spinning was closing his eyes and anchoring himself to the desk. Stupid Hyde and his stupid potions.

Cracking his left eye slightly at the buzzing of his phone, he is faced by the only text he couldn't stomach to answer right now. Even a text from Leo or Hyde would be better.

Senpai: Sho, are you fine? I couldn't find you at recess

Senpai: call me when you see this, don't make me worried!!

He should call you but how could he look at you in the eye after that “damned masked freak”.

[numericalc4t]

Levi birthday!!

Modern au

Warnings: uh not proof read and fluff

Day one: Happy birthday Levi

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When I open my eyes I noticed the left side of the bed was still warm. I looked and saw Levi fast asleep in bed. Today was one of the rare days that I woke up before him. I stared at his features for a moment. When he wasn’t wearing a scowl he looked very soft. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed softly. I smiled softly knowing he felt safe enough to sleep like this around me, to show his vulnerability. After staring at him for a moment I silently and carefully slipped from the bed. I stepped into my slippers and walked down the hall yawing. When I flicked on the kitchen light I saw that Levi had cleaned up last nights mess from dinner. My heart swelled at the sight knowing he was just as tired as I was yet he still cleaned up. I walked over to the cabinet and took out some of his tea, setting on the counter while I set some water to boil. While waiting for that I began to think of what I should make for breakfast, he really liked the biscuits I made the other day. I began to grab the stuff for the biscuits and set them one the counter, I had to scroll though my phone for a bit before finding the recipe.

The water was finally done boiling and I turned the stove off and poured the hot water into two cups. I left the tea to steep while I mixed together the ingredients. I had to work fast because Levi only stayed asleep for a shot amount of time after I get up. I managed to make the filling pretty quickly and I already had the dough from the other day, I threw some of the dough on a pan and into the oven to bake. It only took 15 minutes to bake so I hoped he would stay an asleep till then. I took the tea bags out the tea and set the cups on the table. While the treats baked I washed my dishes and mess so he wouldn’t freak when he woke up. I heard the door handle to the bedroom begin to jingle and knew Levi must’ve woken up. The timer went off at the same time so I quickly took the food out the oven and ran down the hallway to keep him there. When I got to the entrance of the hallway I was greeted by a shirtless Levi and I couldn’t help but notice the scratch marks on his shoulders, causing me to blush slightly. He looked at me tiredly and I walked down the hallway so I could be closer to him. When my face was mere inches away from his I whispered against his lips “Merry Christmas, my love.” He placed his hands on my waist and leaned down to press a tender kiss to my lips, I smiled against his as I kissed back. When he pulled away he just looked into my eyes for a moment before pulling away from me entirely. “I have to go shower since Hange and Erwin will be over.” He turned away from me and walked back in the room to proceed with his morning routine.

While he started the shower I was busy rushing to fill these biscuits. It’s funny how when you need something done fast it’s takes longer than it usually would. I managed to finishing filling and plating them by the time he was opening the door. I placed them onto the table and sat myself in my chair. When he came into the kitchen his face contorted into a confused look when he saw the breakfast. He knows I don’t usually cook because um I’m not very good at it but he was grateful nonetheless. Wordlessly he sat down in-front of his plate and took a sip of his tea. The sounds of drinking and chewing filled the room, no words needed to be exchanged for him to understand. He knows this is sort of a nonchalant way of me saying happy birthday without the words. He expressed to me that he never really liked his the idea of his birthday since he didn’t see a point. He said when he was a kid his birthday was just like any other day to him and didn’t wish to celebrate it now. I hated the thought of doing NOTHING for him on his birthday so instead of huge gifts and what not I decided to do little discreet things to help out.

When we both finished I grabbed the plates and began to wash them before I felt Levi press his chest against my back and place his hands on mine stopping my movements, “you don’t have to do this love, I can do it myself.” I smile softly to myself and turn around to look at him. His eyes are filled with nothing but warmth and appreciation, “but I want to. Because I love you.” I placed a gentle kiss to his lips before turning around and continuing the dishes. He let go of me sighing and walked into the living to tidy up a bit(not that it was a mess anyways) before hange comes and messes things up. I finished the dishes and when I turned around I saw Levi reaching for the broom much to my dismay.

I sighed knowing he was going to clean something and there was no use in trying to stop him. I went to the room to shower and freshen up since he already did. I took a quick shower so I could have time to do some makeup(or not if you don’t like makeup). I just put on some light eyeliner and mascara and got dressed. Walking out the room I found Levi relaxing on the couch drinking tea, I smiled softly at the sight. I took out my phone to take a photo but he spoke up startling me,

“Don’t you know I don’t like photos.” I sighed placing my phone back into my pocket. I walked over and sat in the couch with him and before I could fully relax. A loud ding on my phone announced I had gotten a message. I glanced down to see who it’s was, it was the repair store. I quickly turned off my phone and made sure Levi hadn’t seen it.

“Hey Levi are you okay if I head out to the store for a few minutes? I need to pick up some things before later.” He looked at me as I got up and followed suit.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Am I not coming?” I smiled internally at him. He had the look of a lost puppy and I almost felt bad for leaving him on his BRITHDAY but I knew I had to.

“No levi I have to run these alone.” His brows furrowed a bit,

“why?”

“Levi, just, because I have to. I’ll only be a few. I promise I’ll go as fast as I can.” He gave me a bitter look but nodded internally understanding. He sat back down and the cat came trotting down the hallway, finally awake. “Look the cats here to keep you company.” I smiled softly and he just looked at me disinterestedly. I leaned down to give him a quick kiss to his lips and when I pulled away I turned around to leave. I grabbed my jacket off the hook and took off out the door. As soon as I closed the door I opened my messages to text back the store. My feet hit the snow covered pavement creating little footprints in my wake. Snow was falling softly as I made the walk to the store. When I walked in the scent of strong cleaner, and what other chemicals were kept here, hit me. They guy at the register looked up from his phone and with bored tone greeted me,

“hi welcome to [insert name of store]. Did you need help with anything?”

“Um hi, yes I’m here to pick up a tea set. It’s should be under the name [your name] Ackerman.” He scanned through the names on the computer for a moment before getting up to grab it from the back. When he brought it out I nearly cried. It looked stunning. He gently handed to me and I handed him my card to pay. While he processed the transaction I carefully picked it up out of the box and inspected it. They had made it look brand new and I softly gasped at how well they replicated every detail. I set it back into the box as the guy handed me my card back. I thanked him and left, holding the box with extra care. I headed to the store across the street to pick up some other things for Hange and Erwin so Levi wouldn’t be suspicious of the box. By the time I was done in there the snow fall had begun to pick up a little bit. The icy air nipped at my cheeks and I hurried home wanting to warm up. When I checked my phone it read 1:30. Crap I took longer in that last store than I wanted to. Just as I was about to turn into our street I realized I forgot to pick up ingredients for dinner. Mentally cursing myself I turned around and hurried back to the grocery store.

By the time I finally had gotten back home it was 2:40. I walked in and set the bags down on the counter, hiding the box in one of the gift bags. I began getting to work since by the time I was done Hange would be here already since I was starting late on dinner.

As soon as I had taken off my apron I heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” As Levi got the door I played the food, setting it down on the table. When Hange came into my view i smiled and strode over to her to give her a hug. She hugged back gently and when I let go I moved to giver Erwin one as well. After a moment we separated and sat in our respective spots. I sat next to Levi and Hange across from me. 

“This looks amazing [your name].” Erwin was always so respectful. My cheeked flushed and I thanked him. Hange on the other hand had already begun digging in without a second thought. We all ate while chatting about what we’ve been doing and how the holidays have been.

As we finshed our meals they all shifted over to the living room and when I finished cleaning up the table I moved to join them. We sat around chattering about random things, Hange occasionally getting curious and touching. It was nice to be able to sit around like this and hang out.

“I’ll be right back.” I excused myself from the room and paced over to my room. I grabbed the gifts I had prepared off my dresser and when I came back Hange was fighting Levi to try and see ‘what would happen if she stuck a hotdog in the light bulb socket.’ I giggled slightly at the sight. When Hange noticed my presence she calmed down, especially when she saw my hands filled with bags. Levi guided her back to the living room to sit down and I followed suit. I passed out the gifts I got to Hange and Erwin and I held Levi’s. They shot my a confused look but I payed no mind to it.. when Erwin opened his gift he took a moment to look at it before looking to me with caring eyes while giving me a quick ‘thank you’. Hange opened hers next and nearly passed out. I had gotten her a titan ugly sweater from the museum and a diy explosive kit. She thanked me a bunch before shoving it messily back into the bag. Erwin had gotten me a new baking set since he knew mine were old. I thanked him and Levi opened his. Erwin had gotten him a big box of tea and cleaning supplies. I giggled softly and when Levi flipped it over it had a 50 dollar visa attached. Figured Erwin wouldn’t actually get him just that. I opened mine from Hange and saw it was some sort of sciency baking kit, it looked really cool. I smiled at her and thanked her a bit as well. Levi opened his to find earl gray tea and a 20 dollar visa. Levi is hard to shop for so it was expected that he would get gift cards. I didn’t want to give Levi his actual gift until after the two left so I handed him a holiday card with money in it. He shot me a confused look but took it nonetheless. After about an hour or two Hange and Erwin bidded their goodbyes. When the got out the door I sighed finally able to relax.

“Levi I um.. I have your actual gift right here. I didn’t wanna not give you anything infront of them but I wanted to save this for just us.” And raised and amused eyebrow as I handed the box. He handed me a bag and told me to open it first. Upon opening I could see that it was a beautiful necklace. It had mine and Levi’s name engraved into it a gorgeous gold chain. I teared up a bit at how much it must’ve cost. He gestured for me to come over so he could put it on. I shivered as the cold metal hit my skin. I turned around and gave him a kiss and told him to open his. I stood there standing anxiously as he unboxed it. As soon as he could see what it was his eyes widened, swirling with so many emotions. He carefully took out the tea set and when he noticed the tea cup wasn’t broken anymore tears welled up in his eyes. He carefully set it down on the table and quickly strode over to me give me a tight hug. He pulled back a bit and smashed his lips against mine. After a few moments he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

“Thank you.” His tone was soft and filled with love. I squeezed him close to me and whispered back,

“Merry Christmas, Levi.”

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS YALL!!

[appleblueberry-pie]

https://www.tumblr.com/appleblueberry-pie/744637913769345024/yandere-housewife-satoru-x-reader

You really ate with this once 🫡

I can’t help but thinking about some deviously delicious angst though… like reader leaving him. Anyway-

Romance yandere fic gone wrong and now it's angst cuz the love of his life left him and now its a dark yandere fic?????? You guys always know how to keep me going.

SOULMAAAATES!

Will you notice the salt in the pie he made? It's not much, just the tears of his anxiety and fear kind of making itself known when he was putting the crust strips on to seal the filling in. He doesn't think you will. Especially since you kind of stopped caring about the meals he's been making you for this past week or so. He lets out a shaky sigh as he examines the near-perfect pie he just took out of the oven. Dreading the moment of giving you the plate, he cuts you a big piece. Maybe you'll appreciate it more if there's more of it for you to eat?

He stares down at his work as he brings it over to you at the dining table. When he looks up, you have that same look on your face that you've been making all week. Boredom and impatience. He meets your eyes, setting the plate down and then sitting next to you to see your reaction. "Here you go. I haven't tweaked the recipe or anything, if you were wondering." He mutters the last few words and watches you chew a big bite. You roll your eyes and continue eating it as if you feel like you're obligated to finish. Satoru felt dread pool in his stomach. Why were you acting this way towards him?? Did he do something?

You haven't said a single word to him all day. You haven't checked up on him, you've been ignoring his calls and have been coming home late. You seemed to come home smelling like an entire other person. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to think or to believe anything that could lead to why you were behaving this way towards him. Despite him clawing his chest every night at needing to at least feel you once, he thinks things are actually perfectly fine the way they are. No need to dig deep or to follow you to and from work to see if you're sneaking around behind his back or anything.

But somehow, he found himself in a concealed black outfit watching you from outside of the cafe that he sat at from a distance as you gave all of your attention to some chick you were clearly chopping it up with. He continued chewing on his ruined straw of his drink as you scooted closer to her instinctually and cracked so many jokes with her, it was a surprise she didn't die from a laugh attack or something. She clearly wanted to get into your pants, and you let her hands roam on you like he once did with you.

Did you not love him anymore? Is that what this was? He could play whatever role you wanted him to. He'd be your bitch, he'll dress up in whatever you want, let you call him names and pull at his hair and face. Just...anything but fucking cheat. He wanted to yell at you and beg you to come back at the same time. He wanted to murder her in front of your face and just drag you back home and never let you out again. His feet carried him to your table three stores away, legs numb with adrenaline and head pounding.

He stood in front of your table and watched you stare up at him in slight surprise. Your arm was across the back of the girls chair and she stared back up at him in confusion. ".......is this where you've been?" His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest and his voice was wobbly. He hated everything about this.

"Excuse me?" You saved face and played confusion, still relaxed in your chair. The girl turned to whisper to you if you knew him and you shook your head. Satoru felt his hands shake at seeing you lie to her face about your relationship status. So it all meant nothing to you? He stuck with you since he was a stupid teenage freak. Too strong for his own good, desperate for something new and true for his heart to hang onto. You were his salvation, you were real to him. You gave him exactly what he needed. Love, validation, excitement, fun and so much he couldn't get out of his childhood, out of his job or anywhere else on the fucking planet. You were his everything and here you were brushing off 10 years with a shake of your head.

"What??......no." He shook his head and pointed at you, trying to form words in his mind to spit out of his mouth. "You've been cheating on me this past month. Coming home late, acting like I'm nothing....leaving me all alone. Am I nothing to you?? Am I? I gave myself to you a-and you're out cheating-"

"Gojo, I don't give a fuck." You shake your head and ignored the girl giggling to herself. "I'm clearly cheating on you. I didn't want you to fucking stalk me though. That's weird as hell, i was just hoping you'd break it off, honestly...why are you laughing?" You turn back to the girl, her smile making you smile. "I just think it's cute that you're cheating with me..." "You like that?" Satoru switches his gaze to the slut on your arm and your face drops as he tackles her to the ground. Her screech as he plummets her face into the ground makes you grab Gojo by the collar to bring him off of her. It happened so fast, you wished you could've predicted when it happened, because nothing could've stopped him from killing her in that moment in time.

She was definitely dead. The concrete underneath what used to be her head was cracked, her blood seeping right into them. "You fucking killed her." "BECAUSE YOU CHEATED!" He panted heavily, fury fueling his anger. Both of his hands were covered in a dark dripping crimson and you heaved a sigh. His blood felt like it was burning as it coursed through his veins violently. For some reason, his vision felt as if it was blurry. Maybe it was from tears or from the extreme stress you were putting him in. Either way, he couldn't think straight. Not when you stared at him like that. "YOU FUCKING CHEATED. And you want to be mad? How about I fucking kill you next?" He was talking out of his ass, but for some reason, he felt as if he needed to do something about this. He couldn't just let you go. You were supposed to be his until the end of time. What if you go outside to cheat again?? He's stronger than you, he could probably bring you back to the house without problems.

He began convincing himself that kidnapping you would probably be the best solution for you. He's heard of stockholm syndrome. Maybe then, you'll love him back. He wonders how long that would take. "I think.....I think it's time we go home, don't you think?" "I'm leaving." When you turned, he grabbed your arm, and suddenly you two were back in your shared living room. You turned back to Gojo and glared. "Let me go." "Shhhh, just let me love you." You scrunched your eyebrows and saw him dig into his back pocket before putting what was probably a pill into his mouth. "What the fuck are you doi-?" He slammed his lips onto yours, placing his stained hands on either side of your face. He does quick work of shoving the pill into your mouth with his tongue, making you swallow it. You bite his lip as hard as you can, tasting warm iron on your tongue immediately. His only reaction was to moan like a psycho, continuing to kiss you sloppily.

You finally find a middle ground and managed to place your hands on his chest, shoving him away. He looked insane with his messy hair and bloodied lips. But you couldn't say anything quick enough, for he closed the distance, a fist being the last thing you see before you black out.

Gojo had always been stronger than you. But never in your 10 year relationship has he ever put his hands on you. And never has he drugged you and dragged you to the basement of your shared living space for however long he desired to make you "love him again". Every day, he'd feed you as much as he could and would beg for your forgiveness and love. You'd spit in his face(a warm welcome, in his opinion), and tell him to let you go. Or just say nothing. But if you didn't say anything, he'd just pester you for longer than he usually would. You hated bath time with him, you hated when he took care of you, you hated being worshipped by him. You just wanted to be free. But you were his only escape, his freedom. And it would be that way until your life wasted away entirely.

[lumosinlove]

@oknutzy-week-2024 day four!!!

Write Me In

Part Two

Leo tried very hard not to be early. He really did. Then he ended up walking around Finn and Logan’s block about six times and sweating in the heat. He was stupid. He should have just worn a t-shirt. From what it sounded like, they were only just waking up. He didn’t need to be in this dark blue button down.

When it finally hit two o’clock, Leo let himself walk into the lobby. The doorman looked up and called him by his name, taking Leo by such surprise that he had to stutter through a yes, sir as if he was back home in New Orleans.

“Mr. O’Hara’s expecting you,” the man said. “You can go right up.”

The elevator was all mirrors and gold and Leo tried to make himself look slightly less sweaty and nervous than he felt as it rose—and rose. Penthouse. He should have known. He swept his blond hair back. At least in the AC he felt cooler—if not a little flushed looking. His shirt hid any sweat and he had his laptop and recorder this time. This would be a proper interview. He’d make sure of it. After all, this was his dream.

The doors dinged open. Leo had thought he’d have a few more moments. He’d get to walk down a hallway, knock on the door.

But no. One moment he was in the small elevator, and the next he was stepping directly into a massive, open living room. It was beautiful, too. The couch was a huge low-backed leather U. A coffee table that looked like it had once been a cross section of a massive tree was covered in notebooks and a laptop. A dining room table that could hold ten rested just on the other side of the room beneath a papery light that looked more like a sculpture. To its left sat an actual bar, complete with six stools, shelves of backlit bottles, and beer taps. The wall beyond was pure window and the afternoon light slanted in. Leo didn’t see a TV, but apartments like these usually had them concealed somehow. Maybe a projector screen waiting to drop down. Maybe there was a theater room. He knew a lot of artists had recording studios right at home. Who knew how big this place was.

It was also perfectly quiet. Leo didn’t hear a sound. He felt like he was an intruder as he hesitantly stepped out of the elevator and listened to it slide shut behind him. Maybe he should’ve taken his shoes off? The rug beneath the couch was pure white and plush, and the hardwood floors beyond that were honey-colored and gleaming. Four guitars sat along one wall. Beyond the huge dining table, there was a grand piano.

How many of Leo’s favorite songs had been written in this room?

“Kind of freaks me out sometimes.”

Leo jumped and turned at the voice, only to find Finn standing there in running shorts and a t-shirt that said The Strand Bookstore. He held a sleek gray ceramic mug.

“The windows, I mean,” Finn said with a smile. “I always worry about them cracking. Sometimes they rattle during storms.”

“That’s…unsettling,” Leo said.

“Yeah, Lo hates it.”

Finn looked, yes, a little sleep-rumpled. His red hair looked like it had been styled for a photoshoot to be messy though, not like it was actually slept on. Unfair, Leo thought. His hair was a wreck in the morning. He’d been right about not needing his button-down, though. He badly wished he was in a t-shirt and that he’d worn sneakers instead of these pinching dress shoes.

“What a beautiful place, though,” Leo said. “That’s quite a view.”

Finn’s eyes wandered behind him out the window. “Yeah, I like to see the city.” He held up his mug. “Well, Lo’s fucking grumpy when he wakes up, but coffee helps. Can I get you some? I was going to order some breakfast, too.”

“Oh. Sure.”

Finn smiled and jerked his head in a way that Leo guessed meant follow me.

The kitchen was no less impressive. There were huge marble counters, slightly iridescent. A complicated looking espresso machine. Massive silver appliances—fridge, wine fridge, dishwasher, three ovens. God, what Leo could do in this kitchen.

“Wow.” Leo turned in a slow circle. “Do you like to cook?”

Finn laughed. He’d gone over to the coffee pot—probably the simplest thing in here. “If I was ever home long enough to try, I might.”

All this, and no one was even home to use it.

“And Logan’s hopeless,” Finn said. “He can make tea.”

Leo laughed. “Right.”

“Do you take milk or sugar?”

“A little milk,” Leo said, and accepted the mug. “Thank you.”

Leo sipped the coffee. It was good. Strong and nutty. It calmed him a little to hold something warm. Finn had poured the perfect amount of milk in.

“He’ll be up in a second. Or I’ll go get him.” Finn looked a little bashful. “It takes us a while to—wind down after a show, we usually don’t get to sleep until around three or four.”

After a show. Leo could see them still, pressed up against the wall in Finn’s dressing room. What the hell did wind down mean in this sentence?

“No worries,” Leo said. “Where um. Where do you guys go next?”

Are you dating your drummer? Is your drummer dating you? Do you think of him as your drummer? Or Lo? Are you best friends like you make the world believe? Are you just fucking? Are you in love?

He took a sip of coffee.

“Boston,” Finn said. “We just came back from the West Coast. Then we have about a month off before we go to Paris. Then London, then Ireland—you get the idea.”

“It must be fantastic to see all those places.”

I had your poster on my wall. You got me through some of my toughest times in high school. I can’t believe I’m seeing your smile this close up.

“It is when we have days off,” Finn said. “But mostly it’s just a grind.”

“But if you had to choose a favorite city?”

“Rome,” Finn said instantly.

“You wrote your most recent album there,” Leo said.

“Yeah.” Finn smiled down at his mug. “Yeah.”

“Leo,” Finn he said suddenly before Leo could ask another question.

Leo straightened up. Finn O’Hara just said his name. “Yeah?”

“I know…” Finn smiled a little. “We both know what you saw in my dressing room last night.”

Leo had been wondering if this would come up. Or, how, really. Finn pushed his hair back and Leo watched the strands feather forward again. He had a flush to his cheeks.

“We do,” Leo said softly. “I’m so sorry about that. Your team—one second I was following someone and the next I was at your door—”

Finn nodded sharply and Leo stopped talking. He messed with his hair again. “It’s not your fault. I’m just—what I’m trying to ask—” Finn’s eyes went somewhere behind Leo and he smiled. “Finally. He lives.”

Leo turned towards a doorway he hadn’t noticed before—it must lead to the bedrooms—to find Logan shuffling into the room wearing nothing but a pair of white socks and tight, grey boxer shorts.

Leo choked on his next sip and hurried to put the mug down. God, how could Finn not be dating that? There on Logan’s hip was that tattoo. The fleur-de-lis. Right there, real, not a photograph. It was slightly lower than Leo had thought.

“Salut,” Logan said. His voice was hoarse. “Sorry. I’m not…” he looked at Finn and put on what Leo guessed was a try at Finn’s American accent. “a morning person.”

“That you aren’t,” Finn agreed. “Even if it’s nearly three in the afternoon.”

“Hi,” Leo cleared his throat. “I mean, good morning.” He looked at Finn and pointed to his mug. “Do I need a coaster?”

Finn looked back at him quietly for a moment. He had a tilt to his head and a slight smile on his face. “No.”

“Okay. It’s just that sometimes marble stains so I wanted to check. I read this article about different ways of protecting—I mean, not that I have marble counters. But I definitely would like some. They’re beautiful. This is a beautiful kitchen.”

What the hell was he talking about?

“I’m glad someone appreciates it. We certainly don’t,” Finn said. He took down another mug from a cupboard and Leo watched as he poured the coffee, lots of milk, and even more sugar into a mug before passing it to Logan, whose fingers had been drumming idly on the counter while he waited.

The lyrics to Lucky Me popped into Leo’s head.

Let me fill you up with sugar, let me drown in sweet and sweat.

He looked at Logan and found him already watching Leo over the rim of his cup.

“Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time. So, maybe, um. Maybe once you’re ready we can—”

Logan cut him off. “Aren’t you supposed to follow us around twenty-four-seven for a week?”

Leo swallowed. Oh. “Oh. Yes. Yeah, no, I am. I just…I want this to be as comfortable for you as possible. I don’t want to feel like an intrusion. I’m here for whatever your normal life entails.”

“Right now…” Finn was scrolling on his phone. “That’s breakfast burritos.”

Leo quickly figured out that Logan made him nervous—more than Finn. His green eyes were intense, to say the least, where Finn’s were almost unbearably gentle. Leo had thought that was all for the cameras, a look designed to be photographed. But Finn seemed to look at everyone like that. Logan, definitely. The doorman who brought up their breakfast when it arrived. Even Leo.

Finn also responded to Logan’s movements like he was just an extension of his own body. It would be impressive if Leo didn’t think it was so sweet. He arranged the sauces Logan liked in front of him, took out the bacon from his burrito and put it on his own plate, all before Logan even had time to sit down. The smile Finn received from Logan in return felt private. Intimate, even. Logan’s entire face changed when he looked at Finn. It opened up. He looked younger.

It went right back to guarded when he looked at Leo.

“All right,” Finn said after he set down water bottles for the three of them. They were sitting at a little table in a nook off the kitchen that Leo hadn’t seen before. Finn and Logan were side by side, across from him. Leo had his burrito and coffee to one side of him, and his laptop and recorder set up on the other. Finn snapped a mocking finger gun towards him. “Shoot.”

Leo hesitated. It didn’t seem like Finn was going to finish what he had been about to say to Leo. Possibly ask Leo not to write about what he’d seen? He’d stopped hard when Logan had walked in. Leo was slowly getting the sense that what he’d seen was much more than a kiss.

Maybe that was what was behind all of the looks Logan was giving him. Fear.

“Well,” Leo said, brushing crumbs off his hands. He cleared his throat. “Okay—” They were both looking at him expectantly. Well, Finn looked expectant. Logan looked a little wary. Leo’s resolve dropped. “I just want you to know that I won’t write or publish anything that you don’t approve first.”

There. That seemed like the easiest way.

The two of them exchanged a glance.

“Isn’t that a given?” Logan said flatly.

“It is,” Leo said. “But I still want it to be said first.”

He made himself hold Logan’s gaze. His eyes looked vividly green in the kitchen light.

No, you don’t—say much—but I read—your touch. You fall—I sigh—Oh my—green eyes.

“Oh,” Leo said out loud.

“What?”

Just slowly realizing that it’s possible you two only write songs about each other?

“Nothing,” Leo said. “Why don’t we begin with how you two found yourselves in a band together?”

“People already know this,” Logan said.

Leo smiled. “Yes, people do know this, but I’m not going to use someone else’s quotes in my story.”

Finn stretched his arm out across the back of the breakfast nook’s bench, behind Logan’s back. Would that have been around his shoulders if Leo hadn’t been here?

“We met in high school, started the band there. Then we had a falling out but we both got into Harvard,” Finn said. “We were matched randomly as roommates.”

It was a smooth, well-practiced answer to the absolutely wild story that Leo had heard before. It left no room for further questions.

“Must have been a shock.” Leo wanted to ask what the fight in high school had been about, but he didn’t think the room was nearly warm enough for that yet. “Or fate?”

“I like fate,” Finn said. Logan kept his eyes down. “I mean, look at us now.”

Leo kept the easier career and life questions going for the next couple hours, then they took a break. It was getting closer to five o’clock and Logan went to take a shower. Leo was preparing to go back out into the summer heat, just to give them some breathing room, when Finn picked up his guitar and began asking him questions.

“So, do you even like our music?”

Leo gasped. “Oh my God.”

Only at the surprised, maybe delighted, look on Finn’s face did he realized he’d completely dropped any professionalism right there. It was all Leo could do not to slap a hand over his mouth. Besides, Finn O’Hara was sitting in front of him, plucking some gorgeous little melody out on a guitar Leo happened to know he’d had since he was sixteen, and smiling—he could probably afford to let his guard down a little.

“I’ve loved your music since your first album,” Leo said. “And Rooftop is my favorite song in the world.”

“Rooftop,” Finn repeated softly. His fingers were still moving on the strings and Leo was trying not to stare. They were strong and quick. Subtly, the unfamiliar melody shifted into Rooftop.

“Oh,” Leo said, not bothering to pretend not to watch anymore. “I’ve never heard it on the guitar.”

“Why is that song your favorite?” Finn asked. He didn’t sound hurt exactly, but something like it. Brittle, maybe. “Just… Most people like the upbeat stuff more. At least that’s what I’m always being told.”

“Well…” Leo cleared his throat. “The way you talk about how sometimes it feels like you’re just barely holding on by your fingertips to something you want. That’s true for a lot of people I think. Waiting for someone who isn’t waiting for you back.” He thought of Logan’s eyes on him in Finn’s dressing room last night, Finn’s mouth on his neck. “Or maybe they are and just didn’t know it yet, I don’t know. But I listen to it all the time.”

Finn was leaning forward a little in his seat, listening.

Leo smiled and looked down. “I mean, I like the upbeat stuff, too. But yeah.”

“We’re around the same age, aren’t we?”

“I’m a few years younger than both of you.”

“Back then, I always thought it was just, like, twelve year old girls listening. Not that anything is wrong with twelve year old girls, but when you’re seventeen you don’t exactly want…” Finn winced. “Please don’t quote me on any of this.”

Leo laughed. “No, I understand. But also, no, it wasn’t just twelve year old girls. And it certainly isn’t now. At yesterday’s show—it’s incredible the range of people you captivate.”

Finn shrugged a little and switched back to the melody he was playing earlier.

“Can I ask what that is?” Leo nodded to the guitar.

“You can.” Finn huffed out a laugh. “But I’m not sure yet.”

“Ah. So, I’m watching the secret process right now.”

“You are. Gotta warn you, though, sometimes it’s like watching paint dry.”

“What’s the fastest time you’ve ever written a song in?”

Finn’s fingers fumbled, just for a moment. He looked out towards the windows, the city and sun. It was beginning to lower in the sky now.

“Oh,” he said softly. “About twenty minutes, I guess.”

Leo opened his mouth to ask what song it was, but stopped. Now Finn looked hurt. Sad. The guitar seemed to drink the feeling in. Leo heard him slip new minor chords into the notes, a tumbling, beautiful sound. Then he was suddenly playing Rooftop again.

“Would you like a cocktail?” Finn asked suddenly.

Leo looked over at the beautiful bar. “I think anyone would want a cocktail at that counter.”

Finn smiled. He settled the guitar on the couch and stood. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? I had it custom made for the space. Usually I wouldn’t give a shit, I’m never home, but I’ve always wanted to do it.” He went behind the bar. “Also. You can help with something. Lo and I are always at a bit of a impasse.” Finn put a hand to his own chest. “I like to taste the alcohol. Logan won’t touch anything that doesn’t taste like someone dumped a load of frosting into it.”

“So, he’s a sweet tooth.”

“Oh-ho yeah. Understatement. You know that edible cookie dough? Take a look in our fridge.”

I watch you fill your cup with sugar.

Finn read that thought clear as day. He bit his lip, elbows on the bar. “You’re putting us together a little bit, huh?”

“I won’t put anything together you don’t want me to.”

Finn glanced in the direction Logan had disappeared to.

“You’re under no obligation to explain it to me. I should have knocked loud and clear.”

“No, we…We’ve talked.” Finn fixed him with intent brown eyes. “We’ve talked. We love each other and…”

So they are in love, Leo thought triumphantly.

“It’s just that we don’t know what comes next.”

“I understand,” Leo said. “Really. Just…” Leo set his hands in front of him, trying to pour truth into his words. “I’m not here to, like, drag anything out of you. I’m here about your music, that’s my job, that’s what I love to write about. If what you two feel for each other is something that is not only important to that but that you’d like to tell me about, that’s wonderful. If not, that’s wonderful. And we also don’t have to decide now. Okay? Please don’t feel like you have to tip toe around me or my pen.”

Finn was looking at him with a slight smile on his face. He gave a small nod.

“And please tell Logan that, as well,” Leo said. Leo wasn’t sure he’d get those sentences out as smoothly under Logan’s gaze.

“Okay.” Finn swept his hand out towards the shelves behind him. “Gin? Whiskey? Tequila? Rum?”

“Rum,” Logan’s voice said from behind Leo. He appeared a moment later. His wet hair was combed back and out of his face, his skin flushed from the shower’s heat. He wore a dark green t-shirt, stretched across his strong chest and gray sweatpants. In his hand was a pair of drumsticks.

“Well, I wasn’t asking you,” Finn said. “Leo, please. I can make anything.”

Logan slid onto the stool beside him. “It’s true, he’s very good.”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Leo said.

Finn gave his head a hard shake and hit his hands down on the bar. “Nope. I want to know what you want.”

Finn ended up fixing the two of them gin martinis. He gave Logan his rum and coke with, to Leo’s surprise, a kiss to Logan’s hand. Logan blushed, glanced at Leo, but didn’t pull away. He took his drink and his drumsticks over to a stool where a muted, practice kit was set up and began tapping out rhythms. This was not what Leo had been expecting when he took this job. He expected it to be wilder, like some of the pure and chaotic party scenes he’d been apart of when following musicians around before.

Night Swimming was soft. Domestic, even. Finn and Logan’s wildness on stage melted away into something tender. Finn brought out cheese and crackers and sliced apple and, as Leo sank into the massive comfy couch, he found that as the sun set, he wasn’t asking questions anymore. They were, the three of them, simply talking.

~

“So, so, so,” Cassie’s voice said in Leo’s AirPods. “How’s it going, you’re four shows in now you lucky duck.”

“That I am,” Leo said, looking around his Boston hotel room. Tonight was Finn and Logan’s third and final Boston show and Leo was basically in seventh heaven. Maybe they were all in hotel rooms now and he missed their cozy apartment a bit, but he couldn’t complain. He got to write about his favorite band and watch them perform every night?

And hear about their love. More and more. During their time after the show, at dinners, in dressing rooms, in Finn or Logan’s suites—and there was a suite for each of them even if it seemed like they only used one. During those times, they told Leo things. Little details about them, not as singer and drummer or best friends, but as a couple. Leo could feel the difference. He didn’t know why exactly he was being allowed to know these things when no one else did, but he let them give what they wanted to give.

“It’s good,” he told Cassie, but his mind filtered through what good was. Good was knowing how far Finn’s voice stretched as he warmed up in his dressing room. It was alone and strong. They were just scales and the occasional lyrics, but Leo could have listened all day. He also dropped to the ground and did rounds of push-ups which, while unexpected, wasn’t horrible to watch.

“I have to say though, I’m not entirely sure what happens next.”

“What do you mean?” Cassie asked.

Leo popped another salt and vinegar chip into his mouth. “Well, they’re going on vacation. Somewhere. They’ve got a month off before they’re back on tour, so I’m not sure why the magazine scheduled me for now. It’s not a full week before they leave.”

“Well, your week will be basically up. I’m sure you’re not expected to go on vacation with them.”

“No, no, I know that,” Leo said. Damn, he thought. “I’ll just—I have closing things I need. Want. Hope to ask.”

Cassie was quiet for a long minute. “Well. Better hop to it, I guess.”

~

“Will you hold this? Finn’s busy.”

Leo looked up from his notebook to see Logan holding out one end of what looked like an exercise band. He was dressed for the stage already. Black jeans, black tank top tonight. His hat had a Bruins logo on it—sometimes he did that. Matched his hat to the city. In New York, he’d been wearing Finn’s Rangers hat a lot and Finn had expressed his disgust at the switch many times. Leo had put it in the story.

“Sure.” Leo set his pen down. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just hold this steady.” Logan put one end of the band into Leo’s hand. “I like to warm up.”

Leo still didn’t quite know what that meant, but he did what he was told.

Turned out it meant getting a front row seat to the flex of Logan’s arms and wrists as he pulled the band in different directions and angles.

Suddenly, two hands appeared on his shoulders. “Hi. Would you like some tea?”

Leo held the band tighter while craning his head back to look behind him. Finn appeared to him, half upside down at this angle. “I—Yes. Sure, thank you.”

Finn smiled, squeezed once, then let go. “How’s the writing going?”

“Good.” That was half true. Sometimes, he was on. There were whole chunks that were solid and good. Then there were parts of Leo’s notebooks that were a mess of phrases which sounded far too mushy to be a proper article.  “Really good.”

The music…God, Leo could have written about their songs for hours and hours—he just had to be careful not to cross any lines into what he was quickly suspecting was the true territory of the songs. Love songs. In Leo’s opinion, the best kind of love song—when the two people they were about were right there, in the same room as each other.

Logan had switched to the other arm, opening himself up to being taken by the hips by Finn and sweetly kissed.

After, Logan smiled a little at Leo when he took the stretching band back. Still guarded, but it was improvement. “Merci.”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “Or, you’re welcome.”

He winced at himself as Logan went over to drum a bit on one of his practice pads. Leo tried to pick up the song, but it was hard without the melody until Finn, waiting for water to boil, started singing.

Oh, I wish that I was someone else so I could watch us being.

Go and love a stranger so I can see how you hard you love me.

In his notebook, Leo wrote, In the middle of warming up—which involves more push-ups and stretching than I would have thought—O’Hara stops to make me a cup of tea.

Fuck. It sounded like a diary entry.

Warming up is taken as seriously as it would be by any sports team. Tremblay prepares his body as thoroughly as his instruments.

Was that too…? Leo set his pen down and stared at the page.

Tremblay stretches in front of me and I swear to God I can see every muscle in his back.

O’Hara just squeezed my shoulders. I heard Rooftop on the guitar for the first time and it wasn’t at a show, it was in his living room and he looked so sad. He looked so sad.

When they kiss, I want to watch the gentleness between them on loop until the end of time.

And an even quieter, even more secret thought: I want to be kissed like that.

“Here we go.”

Leo looked up. Finn carefully set down a steaming paper cup. “I put a little honey in it like mine. That’s what I have before we go on.”

“That’s perfect.” Leo smiled and held the cup up to his nose. It smelled sweet and a little like licorice. “I’ll consider it research.”

Finn smiled back for a moment and Leo was reminded of the first time he’d met Alex. They both had that soft stare. It was aimed right at Leo.

“Your hair’s the color of honey,” Finn said. Then he picked up Leo’s pen and wrote down, honey!!! then winked at Leo and walked away.

The show was wild and fantastic, as usual—and it rained. Rained. Hard. The screens showed Finn, red hair dark and dripping against his forehead, his face raised to the sky. Water flew up in droplets from Logan’s drums, backlit and mesmerizing. Leo was soaked despite the VIP tent by the time it was over and shivering a little in his t-shirt as the night cooled down.

He made his way backstage, trying not to drip on everything as he knocked on Finn’s dressing room door.

A grinning Finn with Logan under his arm swung it open for him. He was soaked through, they both were, but he didn’t seem to feel the cold. Adrenaline, probably. Finn held so much of it after shows he practically shook.

“We’re going out to celebrate and you’re coming with us.”

“Great,” Leo said. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to fight the chattering of his teeth. “Where?” He was taking in Logan now. He looked—well, soaked and kissed. Maybe Finn was just extra affectionate after shows.

“Just a bar. My brother, some friends. And you because you’re coming.”

“And my sister will be there,” Logan said.

“Which one?” Leo asked—which maybe was weird that he knew there was more than one? But they had to be used to being Googled. Right?

“Noelle,” Logan said. “And her boyfriend, Thomas.”

“I won’t kill your vibe?” Leo asked.

“Everyone knows we’re doing your interview,” Finn said. “I think we should give you more than just, like, us fucking around backstage and, you know, working.”

“You guys are pretty serious,” Leo said. Which wasn’t very true. Finn was always putting Logan in headlocks, Logan constantly hid Finn’s things from him. “But thanks. I’d love to come.”

“Good,” Finn said.

When they began peeling off their sweaty and wet stage clothes, Leo kept his eyes respectfully down, mostly, and wished he had something to change into, too. He could try to run back to his hotel, but he didn’t feel like having to chase their party down. He resigned himself to being damp and hoped a drink or two would warm him up.

“Here,” Logan said, and something soft and warm was being pushed into Leo’s chest.

It was a sweatshirt—Finn’s sweatshirt, probably, by The Strand Bookstore logo on it. Though maybe it was Logan’s, bought in New York or maybe stolen from Finn.

“Oh…” Leo looked at Logan. Those green eyes really did deserve songs to be written about them. “Thank you.” Leo said.

He pulled the sweatshirt over his head and was sure it was Logan’s. It smelled like the cologne he wore—nothing too strong and intense. It really was just like he’d bottled something piney and sweet.

When he was sure no one was looking, Leo ducked his nose a little into the collar.

~

Somehow, suddenly, it was four-thirty in the morning. Leo was pleasantly buzzed, a little exhausted, and squeezed up against strangers in a booth. He wasn’t so pleased about the squeezed part, but it was a good vantage point. As it turned out, Finn was a dancer—even when not many others were dancing. He was just as good as he was on stage. All hips and smiles.

Logan was not a dancer—but he watched. Leo watched him watch Finn. There was a quiet sort of intensity to it. He chewed on the straw of his rum and coke, crunched on ice cubes. An hour later he was all but shredding a beer label, and had his eyes on Finn and he’d lost his hat somewhere—oh, Finn’s head. It was getting warm in the bar. The place kept the doors open and Leo was sweating in Logan’s sweatshirt, but he didn’t take it off. He could see Logan’s sweat, dark on his temples. Finn had to be sweating, too, but he didn’t look it. He just looked happy.

Finn wandered over to Logan and hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. He didn’t kiss him, but he got nice and close like he might, singing words to a song Leo didn’t know and grinning.

How had the world not figured it out yet? They might not be so obvious as kissing, but Finn and Logan certainly weren’t subtle. Was a narrative of that’s how they are, that’s their friendship really so strong?

With a smile, Logan shoved Finn back out onto the floor where someone joined him—two someones. Alex and a dark-haired girl Leo had seen around. For a brief moment, across the room, Logan’s eyes met Leo’s. Then he ducked out onto the balcony. Leo wasn’t positive it was an invitation, but he wouldn’t miss it if it was.

“Excuse me, sorry,” Leo mumbled to the guy next to him. It was a bit of a mess, making these people get up. He wasn’t sure why they were all sitting there. It wasn’t like it was easy to hear each other over the music anyway. Leo was happy to rise.

Remarkably, the night air felt cool. The balcony was higher up than Leo had expected, looking down at the city below. Logan had his back to Leo, elbows on the railing. He glanced behind him when he heard Leo approaching, and the red and blue city lined his profile. He looked just like he did on stage, only calmer. Quiet. Truer to how he actually was. Leo couldn’t image putting on a show like that every single night.

“I need a break from people sometimes,” Logan said, as if answering a question Leo had asked.

“Oh. I can go—”

“No,” Logan said. “I just mean crowds.”

“I bet,” Leo said. He went to the railing and mirrored Logan’s position. That was actually an old trick he’d been taught. Apparently it made interview subjects feel at ease. Really, he’d just wanted to see the city and feel the cold metal of the railing on his skin.

“It’s hot in there.”

“Ouais.”

“Finn really loves dancing.”

Logan cracked a smile and took a drink from his beer bottle. “You’d think he’d run out of energy.”

Leo laughed. “I’m out of it just looking at him.”

“That’s Finn for you…Realest thing in the world.”

Realest thing in the world. What a quote. Leo knew he wouldn’t have to write that down to remember it.

“Who is he dancing with?”

Logan swallowed. “Hannah. She was at Harvard with us.”

“Hm.”

“They dated. In college.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Logan said, then glanced Leo’s way. “Before I took what was mine.”

Okay, hot. Leo had to smother a pretty pathetic sounding breath.

“Hm,” Leo said again. “Can I…Can I ask something?”

“That’s your job.”

“It’s pretty personal. And you don’t have to answer.”

“I know that.” Logan said, and then just waited, looking back out at the streets.

“What happened after high school and before Harvard?”

More waiting. More of that intense, Logan-silence. Part of Leo was pleased that he had such a thing to associate with Logan, that he’d spent enough time with him for that. Leo didn’t push him. He stirred the ice cubes in his drink and took in the rest of the balcony. A few chairs. Ash trays.

“We used this bookshop’s basement to practice at night,” Logan said suddenly. “All the other stores were closed, it was below ground, we weren’t going to annoy anyone.”

Leo could picture that. Guitar and drums, maybe one of their ever rotating bass players—it must get hard, trying to bud in on two as tight as Finn and Logan were. Writing and playing late into the night.

“But one night when it was just us there was this…” Logan shook his head. “Merde, I’d say snowstorm but it was more like… Just it was like the world blinked out.” Logan scratched wet-paper trails in his beer bottle’s label. “It felt like it was just the two of us left in the world.”

“You got snowed in?”

Logan nodded. His eyes were far, far away. Green, deep forest.

“We slept together,” Logan said quietly.

Alarm bells that every good reporter should have went off. Logan had been drinking. Leo had asked the question but it was still his duty to make sure it was truly okay to get the answer. “Does Finn know you’re telling me this?”

“Ouais. We talked about you.”

Okayokayokay. Leo felt like his entire body was trying to keep his heart from pounding at that sentence. Oh, to be a fly on that wall…

“Okay,” Leo said carefully. “Still, if you want to have this conversation another time—”

“I’m not drunk,” Logan said. He looked down at his beer. “I had one drink two hours ago and this tastes like shit, I’ve been holding it for a fucking hour.”

Leo couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Not sweet?”

“Non, not at all.”

Well, Leo was glad he knew. Sometimes with the stars, it was a problem. They spilled out gorgeous sentences and feelings no matter how Leo tried to stop them when they were loose-tongued and then wouldn’t let Leo use a word of it the next morning.

“And like I said,” Logan said. “We…I wouldn’t just be telling you this if Finn didn’t…You know.”

Leo thought of all the details he’d been picking up, and then even more unspoken ones. He could see that they wanted him to know. He just wasn’t sure why.

“It was the best night of my life.” Logan leaned on the railing, his hand coming up to touch his mouth. “It was… We wrote Only Two that night.” Logan smiled at the memory and closed his eyes. “Like, in twenty minutes, it was insane. Right after we…well.”

Leo loved that song. Back in high school, he hadn’t thought of it as being about making love, but being older now, he could tell.

There are only two

Things I want

For only the two

Of us

Two more turns on this dark road

Two more inches of skin exposed

Two more minutes of this bliss

Two more hours not to miss

Two more decades of your light

Two more centuries of this night

Only two (two) two (two)

Want me, too (too) too (too)

After this conversation, he’d never listen to it the same. He’d picture some grimy basement, and snow—and he’d picture Logan and Finn…

Two more inches of skin exposed.

No. No, Leo thought to himself. You’re professional. So very professional.

“And then I pretended like nothing happened.” Logan straightened. He turned his face away a little.

He could be professional and still let his heart ache at that. A memory surged at him without warning. A voice that he tried his best not to remember. Get the lights, will you?

“Why?” Leo tried to keep the word gentle. Logan seemed like he wanted to get this out, and Leo wanted to keep it at his pace.

“I don’t know. I got scared. I thought we’d never—I don’t know. We wanted this massive thing, to play our music, that almost no one gets and I didn’t want anything to mess it up. We fought. Finn wanted to be together. And then I said…I said things I didn’t really mean, but I said them. And he was crying.” Far away eyes again. “He was crying.”

Finn, crying. Leo couldn’t put it together with the grinning boy inside. When Logan turned to look, so did Leo. Finn was facing them, half obscured by a wall of people he was chatting to. It was hard to tell through the glass and with all the reflections from outside, but Finn might have looked at them.

  “And…and we stopped talking.” Logan turned away. “We didn’t talk all of Senior year, or the summer before college.”

“But you got into the same school and showed up to the same dorm room.”

Logan snorted out a laugh, rubbing a palm over his face. “Merde. Oh my God, Leo, you have no idea. Our faces, seeing each other? Our parents’ faces? I thought I was going to die that first night, I walked in on Finn playing the guitar, and I thought I was going to die.”

“Wow,” Leo said faintly.

Logan let out a delighted laugh. Leo blinked, surprised, but couldn’t help but smile. That was a contagious sound. A rare one?

“Sorry, I mean—at least we can laugh about it now,” Logan laughed through the words. “I was going to lose my mind. I can’t tell you how much I missed him. I remember missing him now and I miss him when he’s, like, asleep next to me. That’s how bad I…” He broke off suddenly. Leo watched his throat move around a swallow. “That’s how bad I fucked up.”

Leo knew he wasn’t supposed to give his opinion to the subject of his pieces. As the writer, he was supposed to listen and organize. But his mind was telling him to comfort Logan. He wanted to do what he’d seen Finn do earlier, he wanted to know how warm Logan’s waist was through his t-shirt.

“On the topic of the songs you write together…” Leo took a breath. “Can I ask about Rooftop? You always leave the stage when Finn plays it. Is that—I mean, it’s a solo for him, I know that, but…”

Logan frowned and didn’t answer for a long time. Leo let him sit. It was a fine line, seeing that a subject had opened up, but then pushing too hard. Leo was beginning to worry he’d crossed that line when Logan spoke.

“I can’t listen to it. That’s why I leave.” Logan rubbed at his jaw and went to mess with his hat before remembering Finn had it. “Really, I can’t watch him sing it. I can’t watch what was my fault.”

Leo had had his suspicions since he’d walked into the dressing room, but this confirmed it. “It’s about you.”

Logan’s mouth was tight when he gave a small nod.

“I refused us for a long time.” Half a smile crossed his face and he sang the brief melody. “Long, long time.”

Leo smiled, too. It felt like it was okay to do. They were together now, weren’t they?

“It’s my favorite song,” Leo admitted.

Logan looked surprised. “It’s so sad. You don’t seem like a sad song person.”

“I don’t?” Leo laughed. “What kind of person do I seem like?”

Logan looked at him for a moment, then back at the city, shrugging with an almost bashful look on his face.

“And…” Leo felt a little giddy, like a sleuth figuring out a mystery. “Green Eyes.”

Logan laughed. “Ouais.” He took a sip of his beer and grimaced at the taste. “Fuck this shit about some French girl. Quote me on that.”

“Seriously?”

Logan sent him a look. “Maybe. Ask me later.”

Leo nodded. “Promise.”

Logan’s smile was gentler this time.

“When did you get together for good?” Leo asked, then realized what he said. “I mean—I mean, you look pretty solid, I didn’t mean to assume.”

Logan smiled. “Oh, he’s never getting rid of me now. I’ll never forget it. It was…maybe a year ago, I guess? No, a little more. While we were writing our most recent album. In Rome, actually, we rented this place and after those months, I didn’t think I’d be able to be far away from him again. And I mean, like, other side of the room. That felt far away.” Logan looked up, remembering. “We were pretty off-and-on until then, making out, fucking, not talking about it.”

Leo blushed. “Mhm.” Making out fucking not talking about it.

Logan sent him a sideways glance. “What?”

“Nothing, I’m listening.”

Logan narrowed his eyes playfully and turned his body towards Leo. God, his shoulders.

“Non, you’re a baby tomato. Tell me.”

“Oh God,” Leo laughed, putting a hand to his cheek. “Shit, I am, aren’t I? Well—No. Okay. All right, confession.”

Logan smiled and leaned forward. “Ouais?”

Leo pressed a palm to his own chest. “I am a fan. Quite a big fan of you both. I’m also. Well, I’m gay. I’m having a bit of a moment realizing two of the people around my age that I’ve always admired,”—You’re also unbearably hot, both of you—“shared more with me than I ever thought they did. Especially because—your music really helped me through some bad times.” It was Leo’s turn to look down. “Some bad guys.”

Now all that intense Logan-silence was trained directly on him.

“Bad guys,” Logan repeated softly. “Bad to you?”

He said it like it was madness, like he couldn’t believe it.

“It was a long time ago,” Leo said.

“What’s that mean?” Logan shrugged. “They were bad to you?”

“He,” Leo said. “Really just…he was.”

“Bad…Bad how?” Logan asked in a hushed whisper. He took a step forward, nearly right into Leo’s space.

“Nothing like—just…” Leo sighed as he stumbled over his words. “He wasn’t happy with how he wanted me. He probably wished he didn’t want me at all.”

More of those uncomprehending narrowed eyes, as if Jack, whose name Logan didn’t even know, had offended Logan by offending Leo.

“What a shit,” Logan said—and there was a snarl to it. Logan Tremblay, who had known Leo for all of a week, had just snarled about Leo’s shitty ex-boyfriend.

Leo laughed. “Yes. Understatement. Very.”

They were close now. Close enough that Logan could reach out and untuck where the collar of Leo’s sweatshirt had folded wrong.

“Oh,” Leo said. Logan’s fingers had brushed his neck and Leo fought that shiver hard. “Yeah, thank you for this. That rain got cold.”

Logan stayed quiet. He withdrew his hand, but he didn’t step back. When he looked up at Leo, he had that open look that Leo had only seen him give Finn.

“You know we chose you,” Logan said. “Right?”

Leo only had time to half let that sink in and half wonder what the hell it meant before a knocking came from behind them. “Hey-hey.”

They both turned to see a dark haired girl—this was Logan’s sister, Noelle. She smiled at Leo and held out her arms to Logan.

“Wanted to say bye, I’m taking off, Lo-bear.”

Lo-bear. Leo hid his smile in his glass but Logan caught it anyway as he hugged his sister tightly.

“Have a good vacation,” Noelle said and squeezed him tighter for a moment. She planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered. “You deserve it.”

“Merci.”

“Don’t wreck mom and dad’s house.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “When have I ever done that?”

Noelle pulled back and patted his cheeks. “Love you.”

Leo looked between them. Logan was different like this. He wasn’t a pop star. He wasn’t considered on of the best drummers in the current music scene—maybe the world. He was a baby brother.

“Je t’aime,” he said softly.

A version of the voice he saved for Finn, maybe. Leo wondered what it was like to hear them say it to each other. I love you.

People began spilling out on the balcony after that. Maybe noting that Logan Tremblay was out there. Leo and Logan got tumbled apart, but Logan caught his eye across the crowd. Between them lingered unfinished words. Leo shrugged one shoulder and gave him a smile. You chose me? What does that mean? What in the world does that mean?

Logan frowned. He set his beer bottle down, still full, and began to try and push through the crowd to Leo. It was hard. People kept wanting to speak to him. Logan looked like he was trying hard not to snap at them.

“Hey.”

Leo turned and found Finn there. Sweaty, tall, love-eyed Finn. He was definitely tipsy. No Logan-conversations for them tonight.

“Hi,” Leo said. He glanced back for Logan, but he’d lost him.

“We’re going to Logan’s family’s house in Nice tomorrow morning.”

“Oh.” Leo tried, he tried to keep his heart afloat. That felt—he didn’t feel ready. He didn’t want the week to end. Maybe it was hero-worship. Maybe he was starstruck. Maybe his heart didn’t know what to do with the proximity. Was Finn telling him that they were finished, that they were going on vacation—

Finn reached for Leo’s hand and tucked something into his palm, closing Leo’s fingers around it and covering it with his own. “I’ll send the car for you.”

The crowd whisked him away, too, leaving Leo standing in the summer night to uncurl his fingers.

It was a guitar pic, and scrawled across both sides in tiny writing, were two phone numbers.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Dean Making You A Pie

Pairing: Dean x reader

A/N: Happy belated Thanksgiving!

_______

“Y/N!” called Dean. You popped your head up from your book on the back porch on the fall day, Dean stepping out the back door with a big smile. “Come on sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“Nothing. I have a surprise,” he said. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the house, your jaw dropping.

“Dean! What happened to the kitchen!” It looked like most of the counter top was covered in flour and some kind of batter, a white dust stuck to the cabinets, something red splattered on the floor. There were dirty dishes, utensils and baking supplies everywhere but Dean left you be and went to the wire rack by the oven.

“I made a pie,” he said. He pointed at the counter, a big smile on his face. “By myself. I mean I followed your recipe but I did it on my own for once. What do you think? Want to try some?”

“I would love to and I love that you decided to try baking on your own,” you said. You looked up and saw something on the ceiling, cocking your head.

“Are you freaking out about the mess?” 

“Um.” You looked around, eyes landing on the pie. The room was an absolute disaster but he looked so proud of himself. You’d made him pies more times than you could count and more recently he started helping out when you did. “Actually no. I um, it’s just a little messy but we can deal with it later. Cut me a piece of pie.”

“Definitely. I want to see how it compares,” he said. You made a clear spot at the island and Dean brought over the pie, carving out a slice for the two of you. He hummed and set it down on a plate you got out, quickly getting a fork.

“Oh is this cherry?” you asked, breaking off a piece.

“Yup,” he said, smiling as you took a bite. You chewed once before you paused, bitter and salt and thick chewiness hitting you. 

“Good right?” he asked. You chewed again, forcing your face to stay neutral. He took the fork from you and dug in, his face freezing the second he chewed. “Y/N.”

You hummed, covering your mouth with your hand.

“You don’t have to eat this.”

“Thank you,” you said, going over to the trash can and spitting it out. He quickly joined you, shaking out his body. “Dean sweetie. How much salt did you put in?”

“It said 1 cup? Or one teaspoon?”

“Yeah definitely not a cup. But your filling was decent.”

“I forgot the sugar in it, didn’t I.”

“Yeah just a little,” you said. “Presentation is great though. I love the lattice work. You did really good.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s fine. It’s actually quite impressive,” you said as Sam walked in from the garage. “Sam it was your turn to clean the kitchen this week wasn’t it?”

“I’m going to Eileen’s,” he said, turning around.

“Sammy-“

“Nope. Not my problem. Screw the chore chart. I’ll see you guys at Eileen’s for dinner,” he said.

“Wait! Try my pie. I made it myself,” said Dean. He smiled and Sam sighed, taking the fork from Dean and grabbing a piece. He plopped it in his mouth and frowned, looking around before spitting it into the garbage. 

“I hate you,” said Sam, Dean chuckling as he left.

“So should we clean up?”

“Yes but then we can try making pie dough again and another filling and this time I guarantee it’ll be amazing.”

“Can we do it tomorrow? I’m kinda exhausted,” he said.

“Sure. You can sit with me on the porch and cuddle then after we clean up.”

“That sounds like a perfect afternoon to me sweetheart.”

________

[taytrashmouth]

omg it’s me who wrote the jere request okay so hear me out on this pookie watching a scary movie with steven from tsitp and him trying to be like a protector but actually being scared 😍

Heyyyy! I love that idea so much!!

Steven and Taylor really carried this season on their backs!!

Anyway hope you like it ❤️

What’s your favorite scary movie

Steven Conklin x reader.

TW: drinking, horror movies, fluff.

You heard the keys rattle in the door and got excited, Steven was home.

You smiled to yourself and stopped cutting the cookie dough into perfect little circles, the smell of chocolate chips and fresh dough filling the kitchen.

Steven asked Susannah if he could take you (his new girlfriend) to the beach house for a week to celebrate his birthday. Of course she said yes. The fishers loved you, especially after you stayed with them in the summer.

Steven went out to buy snacks for a movie night, while you stayed home and decided to surprise him with his favorite chocolate chip cookies.

When you didn’t see him you walked to the edge of the island peering into the entryway.

“Steven?” You called, getting a bit freaked out.

You screamed when something grabbed you from behind, you kicked until you realized it was your boyfriend laughing.

“What is wrong with you!” You tried not to smile.

“Come on! That was funny!” He laughed.

He hugged you tighter from behind letting you lead the way back to the cookie dough.

“To think I was being so nice by making you cookies.” You shook your head.

You felt him smile into your hair.

“With the extra chocolate chips?” He asked.

You just nodded. Soon enough he was smothering the side of your face with kisses, you smiled and turned to face him, his arms still around your waist.

“You missed.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips, soft but passionate.

“You taste like cookie dough.” He smiled.

“Mmm.” You hummed against his chest.

Soon the cookies were in the oven and the bowls were in the sink. Well…most of them, Steven was licking the spoons claiming he was ‘helping’

Eventually the coffee table was filled with warm cookies, sour patch kids, twizzlers, m&ms, and some alcoholic concoction Steven made in the blender.

“What do you wanna watch n/n?” He asked.

“Whatever you want, it’s your birthday week.” You smiled as you passed him his glass of blue liquid and leaned into his side on the couch.

His arm was around your shoulder and your head was on his chest.

He scrolled through the movies for a while before deciding on the shining. It was this moment you realized you should’ve picked the movie, you hated horror films.

The first hour and a half was slow, and not that scary. You even got up to put a pizza in the oven.

As chaos started to ensue on screen the more tense you became. You pulled your legs to your chest and curled into Steven, scrunching his shirt from his tight you were holding on to him.

You jumped at the first scare, breathing heavier than normal. You wished you weren’t so jumpy.

“Hey, n/n…” Steven asked when your head was buried in his chest.

“Mmmm”

“Are you scared?” He asked. You looked up at him and slowly nodded.

He smiled slightly. “It’s okay….you know I’m here. I won’t let Jack Nicholson get you.” He held you tightly, rubbing your arm up and down to comfort you.

When Jack Nicholson’s character started to break down the bathroom door you grew more tense. You felt Steven’s heartbeat pick up too but figured he was just in the moment, he didn’t seem scared.

He kissed the side of your head, and squeezed you to let you know he was there.

You watched Danny run through the maze, you sat forward, hands over your mouth, so engrossed in the film. Steven rubbed your back up and down.

The oven timer went off and Steven jumped about six feet off the couch and let out a gasp.

You turned to him and smiled, which soon turned into a laugh.

He frowned as you giggled. “Come on that was funny.” You laughed, mimicking his earlier words.

He almost smiled…almost.

You paused the movie and put your hand out to help Steven off the couch.

“Come on ‘protector’ there might be more oven timers you need to fend off in the kitchen.” You joked.

Steven groaned. “Will I ever live that down?”

“Not in my lifetime.” You smiled giving him a kiss.

“Wanna watch scream next, scaredy cat!” Steven joked trying to tickle you, as you ran around the island.

“No!” You laughed and he caught you, lifting you off your feet, in between kisses and tickles, In a deep voice he said “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

You both laughed, you squirmed but he held you tight kissing you all over wanting this to last forever.

[officalgeorgestaniel]

warming up gatty subby george pleeeeeeeease

Anon, it's like you're inside my mind! I love me some chilly, subby George🎄

Here is my fist story of the Christmas75 season! Did I promise these stories would be 500 word blurbs? Yes I did. Did I write 1.6k words for this one? Yes I did.

18+ only please!

The following content includes:

cockwarming

pointless banter

george being a baby cos he's very cold

matty being a nympho

location: angelic studios, brackley, uk

year: 2020

“Matty! What are you doing with the door open?! No wonder it's fucking freezing in here!”

Matty turned his attention away from the television to look over his shoulder at George. The younger man was shuffling into the lounge, looking as cold as he sounded, with his arms crossed over his chest and his hands tucked under his armpits. 

“I was smoking a spliff and didn't feel like hotboxing the place,” Matty answered.

Unlike George, who was dressed in a fleece, sweatpants, socks, and slippers, Matty was wearing nothing but his underwear and a long sleeve top. 

Matty always ran hot whereas George always ran cold. The younger man was constantly cranking up the thermostat, wrapping himself in blankets, and hugging himself like he was now. Matty figured it was because George was so tall. His arms and legs were too long for his blood to circulate efficiently, thus he was always chilly in one way or another. Since winter had begun, he'd been extra bitchy about it, complaining to Matty whenever he had to go outside or when the studio was less than twenty degrees. 

“Are you done now?” George questioned. 

“Yeah,” Matty replied. 

“Then shut the fucking door,” George grumbled before walking to the door and closing it himself. The rush of brisk, December air was suddenly sealed off and the room began to warm up almost instantly. 

“Dinner’s almost ready, by the way,” George continued flatly, glancing down at Matty with a grim look on his face as he moved to walk back to the kitchen.  

“Baby, please don't be mad at me,” Matty said. “I didn't know you could feel it from the kitchen.”

George took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. His face softened slightly. “I'm sorry… I didn't mean to snap at you, I just don't like it when you let the cold in.”

“I’m sorry, love,” Matty pouted, gazing up at his boy. “Come sit with me.” He patted the couch next to him. “Let me warm you up, hm? You know well enough that I've got enough body heat for the two of us.”

George cracked the tiniest smile at him. It was a fair offer. The least Matty could do after letting all the frigid air inside was to help raise George's core temperature a little bit. Besides, George could never say no to a cuddle. What else was he going to do? Stand in the kitchen by himself while he waited for the timer on the oven to go off?

He stepped over to the couch and flopped down next to Matty, leaning all his weight into the older man's side when he felt the radiant heat of his body. It was like he was on fire, how the hell did he do it?

It's probably because he's so tiny, George mused internally. Matty was always trying to blame George for being a freak because he was tall, when in reality Matty was the real freak, being all small and short. Matty hated it when George called him short, when anyone called him short for that matter. George giggled softly to himself.

“What are you laughing about?” Matty teased softly before wrapping his arm around George's shoulders and ruffling his cropped, fluffy hair. 

“Nothing,” George lied, grinning to himself as he hid his face in the crook of Matty's neck. 

“You're cute, you know that?” Matty chuckled, planting a kiss on George's forehead. 

“You might have mentioned it before,” George mumbled into Matty's neck, feeling himself blush at the compliment. All the icy grumpiness he'd been feeling just moments before had thawed and drained from his body. Being close to Matty always made him feel happy and warm.

Matty hummed in agreement and was quiet for a long moment before speaking again. “Feels nice,” he said.

“What does?” George asked, his face still buried in Matty's neck.

“Your breath on my neck,” Matty answered. He threaded his fingers through George's hair and scratched his head softly. 

George melted into his touch and made a soft, rumbly sound of contentment that travelled right into Matty's ear. 

There was another long pause between them. Out of the corner of George's eye, he could see the golden lights on their Christmas tree twinkling prettily. They had put one up despite the fact that they weren't going to be at the studio to see it on Christmas day. They were going to visit their families for the holiday, but in the meantime, they had wanted to get in the festive spirit. The tree stood proudly in the corner of the room between the big sectional couch and the television, which was still on. Matty had paused the game he was playing, so the only sound coming from the speakers was the quiet lobby music. 

Matty gently took hold of George’s chin and pulled him in for a kiss… which turned into him coaxing George to straddle his lap so they were chest to chest… which turned into him feeling George up through his fleece. Matty loved the feeling of the soft, fuzzy fabric under his fingers, but he wanted to touch the firm, sturdy body that he could feel underneath it as well. The second Matty slid his hands underneath, George nearly squealed at the feeling of his icy digits on his stomach. 

Matty let out a sinister giggle. “Sounds like I need some warming up too.”

Matty circled George's nipples with his chilly fingers, causing the younger man's face to contort as though he were uncomfortable, but he gave his pleasure away by whimpering and pushing his chest out for more.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sound,” Matty murmured. “Do it again.” He punctuated his sentence with a gentle pinch, causing George to whine. 

“Shit…” Matty cursed quietly. “Feels like someone else likes it when you make pretty sounds as well…”

George looked confused for a moment, but then his eyes widened as he realized that Matty was getting hard underneath him. 

Matty smirked as he continued playing with George's sensitive nipples. “Why don't you keep me warm for a little bit?” He suggested, gazing up at George with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

“Mattyyyyyy,” George whined aggrievedly, "I have to get our dinner out of the oven in less than ten minutes.” His voice said no, but his body said yes, he didn't make a single movement to stop Matty from touching his chest. It felt so good, he couldn't help himself.

“That's long enough for me,” Matty shrugged as he started undoing the toggles of George's sweatpants. 

“We don't even have any lube!” George chuckled in disbelief at Matty's sudden desperation. 

“Of course we do.” Matty shoved his hand between the couch cushions and brandished a bottle of their favourite oil-based Sliquid. 

“What the fuck?” George cackled. “Why is that even there? I don't remember doing it on the couch?”

“I had to jack off earlier.” Matty shrugged. 

“So you just jacked off and now you want me to sit on your dick? You're insatiable!” George rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Please,” Matty simpered up at him, ignoring his comment about his libido. “Hearing you in the kitchen got me all hot and bothered.”

George blushed bright red. “You jacked off while I was cooking?” 

“Yes. But now I want you for real. Come on, get those trackies off.” Matty tugged at the fabric. 

George stood up and shucked his sweats, dropping them to the floor so he was naked save for his fleece. The thought of Matty wanking behind his back while they were practically in the same room together was starting to get him hot and bothered. 

In the meantime, Matty had pulled his cock from his underwear and was squeezing some lube onto his fingers. He wrapped them around himself and tugged a few times, just enough to distribute the liquid, before he gestured for George to straddle him again.

George was no stranger to being filled up at a moment's notice. Since he and Matty had moved into the studio together, they'd been having more sex than usual. George had become accustomed to relaxing himself and taking Matty whenever they wanted him to, though the feeling of the initial stretch always made his mouth fall open and his eyes roll back into his head. 

He moaned softly as he felt each inch of Matty's slick cock slowly force its way inside of him.

“Fuck,” Matty groaned as George's ass finally came into contact with his thighs. 

“You want me to move?” George asked, trying to keep his composure, which was difficult when he was filled to the hilt. His pulse was throbbing around Matty's cock, and he suddenly felt hot all over. Perhaps Matty was right, this was a good way to warm up. 

Matty shook his head and wrapped his arms around George's back, pulling him in close. “No, this is perfect.”

George couldn't help but wiggle his hips just slightly. 

“Shh, just stay still,” Matty murmured softly as he began rubbing George's back through his fleece, enjoying the subtle bumps of his strong vertebrae underneath the thick fabric. 

From over George's shoulder, Matty could see their Christmas tree glowing gold with the fairy lights they'd decorated it with. At that moment, he decided that he wouldn't mind staying at the studio for Christmas, just the two of them. Him and George and George's hot, tight body surrounding him. He couldn't possibly think of a better Christmas wish than that. 

The oven started beeping.

“Fuck's sake,” George groaned into Matty's neck. 

“I'll get it,” Matty said. “You wait here and I'll put the tray on the counter. We should probably let it cool for a few minutes, shouldn't we?” 

George nodded and pulled himself off of Matty with a slick pop. “Yeah, the recipe says it needs to cool overnight,” he joked, evidently wanting to get back in Matty's lap for as long as he could. 

Matty cackled as he stood up from the couch and tucked his boner back into his underwear. “And you call me insatiable.”

[crazylittlejester]

okay wait no this has me thinking now

what if warriors actually had relations to elon musk, that mf would be the co-owner of twitter HE COULD FIX THAT SITE AND I WOULD BE SO PROUD

now I'm also imagining him having a legitimate cybertruck and driving it around everywhere because like, when people see those in public nowadays they freak tf out LMAO

i think if Warriors had connections to Elon Musk it would be because he’s waiting for the right moment to steal all his money and also twitter because he would HATE the guy

Warriors owning twitter is genuinely the funniest thought oh my god 😭 he COULD fix it, because at this point i think anyone could, but also Warriors IS a Link and theres a certain amount of shenanigans he’s gotta get up to each day to survive so can you just imagine him posting things like “fourteen minutes.” and every freaks out and then at the end of the countdown he turns the screen color pink for everyone for 2 whole minutes and then acts like it never happened?? also every tweet he sends would have “sent from my samsung oven” or some bullshit, because he’d find that funny

[ayahtiicoree]

literally me venting ab my parents bc tumblr is my emotional support animal feel free to ignore

oh and TW, abuse su1cide, SH

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ok no but genuinely I acc don’t get why my parents, mostly my dad, hate me sm. they genuinely just don’t fucking like me and I lowk just don’t gaf anymore?? And why is my dad so bipolar bro bc one sec he’s literally beat me with his charger WIRE💜 (I’m being deadass btw) and the next second he’s bringing me chocolates and asking for my forgiveness?? Ho stfu

lowk feel like my mum doesn’t give a shit ab me either bc why is it that when she first found out I SH she literally shrugged it off and the second time when she found out I relapsed she told me to not do that shit again and threatened to have me wheeled off to a psych ward?? Hi hello good evening to you too?? What happened to familial love wtf?

and idk but I literally always get in trouble for stuff and my brothers never do. Like for example, the other day my brother chewed up a fruit bar and spat it out into my drink when I wasn’t looking and when I told my mum she said she didn’t care and she was too tired to deal with it, so I went and poured out my drink obviously?? But my sink has a filter so it collected all the chewed up shit in my drink so I took the filter out of my sink and poured the chewed up shit into my brothers literal tap water, and he went and told me off and then I got the Sri Lankan beaten out of me 😟😟

and the other day my brother literally poured water all over me for no fucking reason, and I was washing the dishes so I splashed water at him, and obv he snitched on me and I literally got in sm trouble?? My mum could quite literally see water dripping from my hair and clothes but he never gets into trouble.

whenever I retaliate against my brothers, why to do they always get away with it, but I don’t?? And my parents say it’s bc I’m more mature than him as if he isn’t only a year younger than me. Like when my parents were out so my brother decided to make some oven pizza and he asked me how to do it. And I didn’t open it for him bc, and ISTG, I’ve showed him how to do it a multitude of times, so I told him to figure it out. (All he had to do was look at the back of the box to see how long the cook for and what temperature, turn on the oven and then set the temperature and timer, and my oven is REALLY simple). But instead he called my mum and told her I was being rude bc I wouldn’t help him, and when my dad got home he called me a nasty bitch bc ‘just because I know doesn’t mean he should know’. Like what 😭😭 stfu bc he literally knows how to do it, IVE been showing him since he was 10 years old, and your son is big big 18years old??

ISTG whenever I go to my mum bc my brothers being a nasty piece of shit, she literally gets angry at ME and says that I’m disturbing her peace, to just ignore it because she doesn’t wanna deal with it because she’s tired, but if I splash a little water at him I literally get beat 😭 excuse me??

and then they ask me why I’m like this and why I SH?? Like when my mum found out I relapsed back in November last year she said it was bc of the internet and bc I was doing it for attention. Like pls what 😭😭 byee bc you and my dad are literally the reason I’ve tried to kms several times, istg my ONLINE friends and my platonic wife @/tsurihana are lowk the only reasons I’m still on this planet bye like are you fucking dumb or smth??

And this morning I couldn’t find my headphones and I was lowk freaking out bc my headphones are basically like my life support and my mum got so pressed about it like HOE💜💜 I would much rather listen to The Neighbourhood and Artic Monkeys than have to listen to you and my dad scream at each other 😍😍 hoes js be dumb there’s no fixing her

Anyways that’s basically it, if you acc read this then thank uu for listening to me rant!! Ily!!

Oh and for some context, I live with my younger brothers, the older one is 18 and the youngest one is 14. And I have 2 half sisters (on my dads side) who don’t live with us

[doctor-annie]

Annie is singing about... Her life on earth "It's not the effect of poison ivy...I go hiking carefully, How come they want me on TV..? Am I really that much of a freak...? Why ever would I come out of hiding When nobody's nice to me? How could anyone think I'm lovely When they retch at the sight of me....? I'd like to get groovy, to drink a mango smoothie, I'd like to watch a movie without everyone, and the sun..Telling me that I look dumb....Hate my buds, just because there's not enough room for us...They forced me to eat ice...Then I broke my teeth and cried... Jekyll, Hyde, Dragon, Slime...The only ones who are kind..Not my fault my body's spots resemble dried apricots..." She lifts up her sleeve revealing cigarette burns "Beedo, Appadeebin...Wish I did, but I don't believe him, All I want is a quiet evening...And now you're telling me my dream's not one that's worth believing in? Eedo, Appigo Appadeeben..Yeah, I'm ugly, but there is a reason, I came out of the oven too seasoned, Sometimes there's a casserole that just isn't worth eating...I imagine self-worth and inner peace... Tastes like artificial cherry, No, wait, maybe more like ice cream, Either way, I really could use some flavouring...Come one, everybody, come one, come all The circus clown has dropped the ball 'How about we give her a face full of pie?' For some reason, in return, you'd still expect a smile...And, whenever you get mad. I'm your walking punching bag, Can your conscience handle that...?" She eventually started sniffling and that sniffling turned into crying

[@call-me-dickmaster ]

[rowretro]

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: Stalking-ish, kissing

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min

✧CHAPTER 5✧

She cant run from Sunghoon just like that. Not when he's on her 24/7. As soon as y/n ran all the way home, barefoot. Sunghoon peacefully walked there, giving y/n time to put down her heels, run to her room and scream into her pillow. Oh how cute she looked, crying as she thought about Sunghoon. He smirked at his phone, watching her through one of the cameras he sneakily installed in her room.

Watching as the girl walked into her restroom, and returned 40 minutes later, wearing a pretty short, silky white night gown. Smirking, Sunghoon left his car and rang their doorbell, knowing damn well Heeseung was out with his new girl toy, and their mother was out on a date with their father. The girl, opened the door, gasping almost immediately when she saw Sunghoon.

Before she could even try to close the door, Sunghoon stepped in, slipping his shoes off. "Hmm I'm hungry." He simply said as he stared down at her, intimidatingly, how he loved seeing the impact he had on her. "I-I'll go get you a snack-" she stuttered as Sunghoon chuckled. "A snack?... I'm staying the night- it's 6pm, lets go make dinner" He simply said as y/n stared at him in shock, oh how she wanted to curse Heeseung for putting her in this position.

The 2 were silently kneading the dough to make pizza from scratch. Sunghoon suggested to do so as he wanted her to talk to him. Bout his plan clearly failed. "Y/n do you like pesto?" The male randomly asked "Yeah I guess..." she trailed off, digging the drawers for some other ingredients. As the girl placed some jars on the counter, she found herself being trapped between Sunghoon's arms.

"Why are you avoiding me?!" He simply asked as the girl struggled to reason with him "Come on baby... talk to me" He said, leaning into her face, as she stared at him in shock having heard him call her baby. "God Sunghoon just stop it! I hate it when you do this. Why are you so perfect?! I-I just really really love you, I want us to happen god I really really want us to happen and last, I know I only ever got to know you for a few months but Hoon... I think I've definitely fallen in love with you- now I know so many pretty girls have your attention, Most of which should be models and I-" as the girl rambled. Sunghoon simply smashed his lips on hers.

Y/n kissed back almost immediately, his hands massaging her waist through the sheer fabric of her night gown, his tongue pushing in to collide with her tongue. Oh it was a dream come true, for the both of them. Sunghoon's plan was in motion, how bad he wanted to make her his, keep her, and make sure she'll never leave him. The 2 pull away to catch their breath, but Sunghoon instantly kissed her all over nonstop "My pretty baby... mine mine mine. all mine. all fucking mine." He mumbled through his kisses.

After a shower of kisses, the 2 finally make their pizza, leaving it in the oven as Sunghoon carried her to the sofa. "So I guess this technically makes you my boyfriend?" the girl asked, a little hesitant "Which makes you my girlfriend... that means no flirting with pretty boys." Sunghoon pointed out as the girl smiled up at him. "I was scared you'd have freaked out or rejected me embarrassingly for saying I love you..." y/n trailed off as the male kissed her nose.

"Oh darling... if only you knew how god damn crazy you drive me, especially when you looked at other boys instead of me" The male admitted, turning on the TV. "You're mine now so I don't have to worry about some rock-chic wannabe trying to shoot his shot with a pretty girl like you." Sunghoon added as the girl stared up at him. "Awww you liked me before I liked you~" the girl cooed. "You should've told me sooner... now my pillow has mascara stains" She pouts.

If only she knew this was a trap, god she was so gullible and vulnerable. It was only a matter of time before Sunghoon could fool her into living with him, heck, that was indeed his next step.

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[tiredandmaladaptivedaydreaming]

A Daydream Away - Eddie Munson Imagine

old writing again - this ones based on that one ATL song

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Eddie looked around the room at the papers strewn about the girl's kitchen floor as she leaned back against the oven door, attempting to catch her breath while still laughing.

"Stop it! We have to focus, Eddie!" She yelled through her laughing, eyes bright.

"Fine! Fine! I'll do my work, you win!" He smiled at her, wide and teeth shining bright. "What's the day? We need it at the top of the poster."

"Today? Tuesday afternoon."

"No, no the day!"

"The day is Tuesday! Do you mean the date? It's the seventh." She slowly started to giggle.

"Oh." And that one simple word made the pair bust out laughing once again. Sure, it wasn't that funny, he'd admit it. But her laugh was heaven and he'd do anything to hear it more and more. Even tell a million corny jokes or a make a million tiny mistakes.

"Seriously! This is due tomorrow!" She spoke through her laughs.

"Okay, okay, what do we need for it?" But the necessities for the project were the furthest thing from Eddie's mind. He was focused on her grin as she started writing down everything they needed to collect.

He couldn't help but stare. Honestly he didn't care when they got to do the project, he just wanted to be there, with her. He could spend the rest of his life right here, sitting in her kitchen floor, if it meant he was with her.

He knew whatever happened today wouldn't matter tomorrow. Soon as this project was over, she would go back to her stuck up friends. The ones that hated him, called him a freak.

"I promise you, if we finish this on time I will buy you ice cream. But we have to focus!"

"Yeah, okay, whatever you say, love. But I'll do it just for you." He gave an over exaggerated wink. She laughed again, reaching over to push his shoulder.

He smiled brightly at her, but couldn't help the nagging feeling that it would be a bad idea. If her friends found out, he would be gutted. He's lucky Jason wasn't babysitting them during the assigned project.

He threw a fit in class when Eddie was originally paired with his girlfriend, Chrissy, after all. So instead, he was partnered with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Who happened to be good friends with Chrissy, and therefore Jason as well.

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"Look at that one." Eddie pointed to a guy following around a girl, repeatedly asking for her number until she turned around and slapped him. She busted out laughing at the scene. Eddie smiled too, but his eyes were trained on the girl next to him.

They had been sitting on the bench outside the ice cream parlor for nearly three hours, talking and people watching. Laughing at the crazy guys and the stuck up girls. She took a minute to catch her breath before looking down at her watch and sighing.

"It's starting to get late and unfortunately tomorrow is Monday. I've got to get home before my mom has a heart attack. Thanks for coming with me!"

"Of course! You know, I didn't think you'd talk to me again after that stupid project was done." Eddie laughed, playing it off like he didn't care one way or the other. When in reality, he was over the moon she invited him out this weekend.

"I promised you ice cream if we got it done on time. I don't back out on my word. Plus you're really cool! And funny, I think we'd be great friends." She smiled again before standing from the bench. "But I really do have to get going now."

"Here, let me drive you home. We don't need anything happening to you, now do we?"

The ride was filled with smiles and laughs, it seemed to only last a minute before they were pulling into her driveway. She looked around, her brows furrowed.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "it's just my mom told me she wasn't working nights anymore. But she's not home. And my brothers car isn't here, so I can only assume he's with his girlfriend for the night." She frowned and started unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Let me guess, you don't like being here alone, do you?"

"Not at night, no. Do you, maybe want to come in for just a few minutes. You can judge me all you want, but I get paranoid coming home to an empty house." She looked away from Eddie, avoiding his eyes.

"Of course."

Together the two got out of the car and walked up to the front porch of her house. She unlocked the door and led Eddie up to her room. She began looking through her closet, before stopping and turning to him.

"I hope you don't feel like you need to stay. You're welcome to leave whenever you want, or stay if you'd prefer. I don't mind." Eddie grinned like a fool, plopping down onto her bed.

"I can spare an hour or so." He tried to keep his voice level, not wanting to let her in on the excitement he felt.

"Great! I'm just gonna shower real quick, and then we can grab something to drink from downstairs. With everyone out for the night, everything's available." She winked and grabbed her towel. "Be just a few minutes!" And ran out into the hall.

Eddie looked around her room, the pictures of family and friends spread around the walls, a few horror movie posters, and a bunch of house plants. He thought it to be an interesting collection.

It didn't take long for her to come back out, or for them to ransack the drinks downstairs. Or for Eddie to get a little too tipsy to drive home safely.

So she grabbed a pair of her brothers sweats and set Eddie up in her bed, with a pillow and blanket on the floor for herself.

"No. Not happening."

"Come on Eddie, it's fine. You're the guest, you take the bed. Besides, my carpet is really comfy, I've fallen asleep down here so many times!"

"Well not tonight. You better get up and switch with me or I'm fully prepared to carry you up here."

"You wouldn't." She squinted her eyes, sinking further into the makeshift bed.

"Try me." He stood up slowly, making his way toward the girl. He lifted her up as she squealed and grabbed hold of his shoulders.

He set her down softly on the bed. She huffed as he went to go sit down on the ground next to her.

"This is not how you should be sleeping, you're the guest." Eddie rolled his eyes and reached for the lamp.

"Goodnight, love." The light went out. There was a bit of shuffling heard and then silence.

"Goodnight, Eddie."

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It's been quite a few months since the stupid history project, and Eddie still hates that class. But, he's couldn't have been happier that it brought him his best friend. She's incredibly kind and adorable, he's crushed on her for months, how could he not? But he always kept her at an arms length, too afraid of getting hurt.

But that arms length didn't help when he was walking past the ice cream parlor and saw her arm linked with Steve Harrington's. Both holding ice cream, walking down the sidewalk with huge smiles on their faces.

His heart almost broke right then and there, but they never would have stood a chance anyway. Not with her best friends being Chrissy and Jason. 

The two started walking his way and he almost turned around and walked into the bar across the street. His drink would need a bit of salt and a bit of lime.

But he should have seen this coming, because she's just a daydream away. And he wouldn't even know what to say if he had her. But he didn't. And it hit him like a truck.

"Eddie! Hi!" She pulled him out of his trance and pulled Steve over by his hand. She gave him a quick hug, and then gestured to the boy next to her. "This is Steve! My boyfriend."

And so he'll keep her a daydream away, and watch from a safe place so he never has to lose her.

It's not like he had much of a choice anyway.