#i saw this prompt and went it has to be raindrop

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 9: Warming Them Up

Rain's always eager to get in the water as soon as he can, no matter how cold it is. Dew's there to warm him back up.

Thank you again to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together <3

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Dew's comfortable in bed, the lamp on the nightstand casting his room in soft gold light as the sun dips behind the horizon. It's spring, at least according to the calendar, just barely warm enough for the snow and ice to melt, revealing the budding green of life underneath.

It's still too cold for Dew's taste, but he had watched from his window all afternoon as Rain eagerly took his first swim of the year in the lake outside the Abbey. He's on his way back, and Dew knows exactly where Rain will end up.

He sighs, marking his place in the book he borrowed from Aether and setting it on the nightstand. He takes his gold wire reading glasses off and folds them, placing them on top of the well-loved paperback. He loves Rain, it had been a rocky start but he does love him now, but he does not miss the urge to get in the water at the first sign of spring.

Soon enough, the door creaks open, and Rain sticks his head in. Dew can hear the way his serrated teeth chatter from ten feet away. "Hey, D-Dewey," Rain says, long, elegant fingers curled around the doorframe.

"I've got a Rainsicle, don't I," Dew sighs endearingly, waving Rain in. "Now do you see why I made you promise last summer not to drag me out first thing after the thaw, pearl?"

Rain nods shakily, stepping into the warmth of Dew's bedroom and latching the door behind him. His hair is still soaking wet, plastered to his skin in blue-black waves, dripping down the back of what looks like Swiss's hoodie. His skin is bluer-tinged than normal, cheeks a dusky violet. "Felt nice while I was in," he shrugs.

"I bet. Stay there so you only drip in one spot." Dew stretches as he gets up out of bed. He ducks into his ensuite bathroom, digging out one of his softest towels from his closet. "Oh, and take those wet clothes off!" He calls.

"You just want to get in my pants, don't you?" Rain cackles, but there's the splat of wet fabric against the stone floor a moment later.

"I don't want you getting my bed all wet, you ass!"

"Oh, I beg to fucking differ, just the other night you wanted me to-"

"Ah! Shut it!" Dew calls, and they both burst into laughter. Dew steps out from the bathroom, towel in arm, but he doesn't go straight to the water ghoul. He heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweats, boxers and a well-worn t-shirt, tossing them on the bed. Only then does he turn to face Rain, who's standing naked in a small puddle of lake water, teeth still chattering. Dew kicks up his internal fire, shaking his head fondly as he holds out the towel. "C'mere, pearl."

Rain steps forward, sighing in relief as Dew wraps the towel around him. "Thank you, Dewey," he says, letting his eyes shut while Dew dries him off, careful of the sensitive gills that line his ribs and throat.

"Don't thank me," Dew hums, reaching up to running his fingers through Rain's waves. He kicks up his temperature even more, helping the water evaporate from his hair as he gently untangles it. "This is me making up for not coming out with you for a swim."

Rain leans into the hand running through his hair, a low purr vibrating in his chest. "You don't like the cold though. I know you'll come out with me once the water actually warms up."

"Yeah, give it a couple more weeks," Dew laughs. Once he's deemed Rain dry enough, he tosses the towel to soak up the puddle Rain had left on his floor before turning to grab the bundle of clothes he set on his bed. "Hands on my shoulders, pearl."

Rain obliges as Dew kneels at his feet, wrapping his cold fingers around Dew's knobby shoulders. Dew presses a kiss to the sharp line of Rain's hip as he helps him step into his boxers. Dew glances up, copper meeting cerulean, and he leans ever so slightly into one of Rain's arms, smiling fondly.

The sweats are quick to follow, and Rain sighs, long lashes fluttering shut as he starts warming up now that he's in dry clothes. Dew stands, kissing Rain's cheek as he moves to grab the t-shirt, but Rain beats him to it, shrugging it on.

He takes a deep breath, burying his aquiline nose in the sage green fabric. He glances up, a spark of mischief swimming in the blue of his irises. "Mount's been sleeping over lately?"

Dew scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully as he pulls back the covers on his bed. "Like Aeth hasn't been staying over with you?"

"Touche," Rain sighs, but he's smiling as Dew lays on his side, patting the open space in front of him. He climbs into bed, settling with his back flush against Dew's narrow chest. The fire ghoul pulls the covers up, making sure each blanket lays flat over them, fighting for a moment with the lining of his weighted blanket.

Dew can feel Rain's body shaking, less so than when he first stuck his head in, but he gives up on fighting with the weighted blanket to hook his arm around his waist. He nudges a skinny thigh between Rain's as he hauls him even closer.

"Thank you," Rain whispers, nuzzling into the pillows, getting as close to Dew as he physically can. Dew smiles, lips pressed to the cool skin on the back of the water ghoul's neck.

"Don't thank me, pearl," Dew hums, breathing in Rain's scent. He still smells like the lake, a little bit like ice, but under that he just smells like Rain, salt and tea tree. Dew's purr kicks up in his chest, rusty like an old motor, and he holds his Rain close.

"Love you, Dewey," Rain says, a wave of exhaustion hitting him now that he's warming up and comfortable.

Dew kisses the nape of his neck, nuzzling at still damp waves. "Love you too, pearl."

[httpspedri26]

Your losing me (pt.2)

Angst fluff

Jude x reader

I’m still writing some requests but feel free to leave more!!

Your losing me (pt.1)

Jude hated himself because of what he did six months ago. These last months were the longest he ever went without you, without the sound of your voice, your laughter, Your scent still wonders around the house though, it’s everywhere, even though Jude has washed your pillow countless times or had another woman sleep on it. It serves as a constant reminder that you once in that house with him.

Every corner of the house holds memories of you both - the photographs on the walls, every time he wants to take the pictures of the wall he breaks down crying, so he figured it was better to leave them there.

He often wonders if you think about him too, if you miss him like he misses you. . The thought of you moving on, finding happiness with someone else, is both a source of pain and a glimmer of hope. Deep down, he wants nothing more than for you to be happy, but he can’t stand imagining you with another man.

This week, Real Madrid had agreed to cancel this week’s training for the holidays to spend some quality time with their families. Jude initially hadn't planned on returning to Dortmund, but he really wanted to see y/n, that’s all he had been wishing for these past 6 months just to hold her in his arms again.

That’s why he finds himself back in dourtmund back in the front door of his and y/n house. He didn’t really know how he got there, he wasn’t planning on showing up at your doorstep at this time, but all roads lead him here.

He can hear footsteps as soon as he knocks on the door. Jude’s heart drops as he sees a man, the complete opposite of him, standing in front of him. brown hair, light eyes, and fair skin.

"Hey, can I help you with something?" The man furrowed his eyebrows as he asked Jude.

Jude felt like his throat was closing and couldn't speak.

"I, um, no, sorry. I think I'm in the wrong house," Jude blurted out, as soon as he heard your voice from afar asking who it was.

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It’s been a few days since Jude appeared at Y/N’s front door. He had been staying at his parents' house in Dortmund, still alone as nobody was there yet. They were in Sunderland with Jobe for a few days before coming over to Dortmund, which brought Jude a sense of relief, not wanting his family to see him in that state.

A soft knock from the front door snapped Jude out of his thoughts. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he groaned and threw his head back as he stood up from the couch. Opening the door, your scent enveloped his mind.

“Hey, Jude.” Y/n shivered from the rain; she only had one rain jacket that barely covered her.

"Y/n, are you insane?" Jude exclaimed as he pulled her into the house, wrapping her in his arms. She smelled as she always did, her scent filling Jude's nose. He felt the urge to cry, to drop to his knees and apologize for everything. Y/n looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. The warmth of Jude’s embrace offered a temporary refuge from the cold rain outside.

“I was just walking around, needed some fresh air,” Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible over the raindrops tapping on the windows.

Jude tightened his grip, his heart heavy with unspoken words. “And you came here? How did you know I was here?”

“I saw you Jude, before you left my house, I was just scared to say anything”

After they pulled away from each other, Jude rushed to grab a towel for y/n, making sure she wasn't still shaking from the cold rain. As he wrapped the towel around her, Y/n looked around the living room, recognizing the unchanged details of a place. The family photographs on the wall, and also a picture of her and Jude kissing caught her eye, prompting her to break the silence.

“Why did you go to my house Jude?”

Jude met Y/n's gaze, sincerity reflecting in his eyes. "because I miss you, Y/n/n. These past six months have been the longest, and it's been horrible. It hurts when my friends, my parents, even Jobe asks about you. I want to fix this, to make things right between us."

Y/n sighed, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and sadness. “Jude, we broke up because our relationship wasn’t working anymore. You know that. It’s not just about the past six months; it’s about what led us here.”

Jude’s eyes pleaded for understanding. “I know I messed up, but I can change. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, to be the person you need me to be. Please, give us another chance.”

Y/n hesitated, her heart torn between the memories they shared and the pain they endured. “Jude, it’s not that simple. We both need time to heal and figure things out.”

"Six months were enough for me, y/n. I don't need any more time to know that you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you, and only you, you know how hard I tried to forget you? I went on thousands of dates, but I hated them all because nobody was you. please give me one more chance y/n/n”.

Y/n hesitated, the weight of those words hanging in the air. The scars from the past were etched deep, forgiveness wasn’t something Y/N was considering. After a moment of silence, y/n finally spoke, “It’s not that simple Jude, you really hurt me.”

Sighing in defeat, a tear traced down his cheek. Y/N smiled softly, delicately wiping his tears away. "But I can't live without you, Jude. I love you."

[naushtheaspiringauthor]

hi! i saw your autumn writing event post and maybe you can do a nikolai lantsov x grisha!f!reader (preferably a tidemaker) using the prompt of "The Great War"? thank you ^^

War Of Hearts- Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

A/N- Hi anon! Tysm for this request I had a lot of fun writing it! So I hope you enjoy reading it.

Warnings- None

Summary- You were by Nikolai's side through all of his battles. You helped him endure all kinds of hardships. Yet, you never found yourself to be worthy of him. Until you were proven wrong

You'd met Nikolai during the hunt for the Sea Whip. You were originally with the Darkling's crew, but not upon your will. So you betrayed him, and helped Alina and Mal to escape along with Sturmhond's crew. And that might've been one of the best decision you ever made.

You were quite startled to find out that Sturmhond was actually the second born prince of Ravka, Nikolai Lantsov. But your reaction wasn't as extreme as Alina, who decided to immediately punch him in the face. 

At first, you didn't pay much mind to the prince as he was too deep indulged elsewhere and you were just happy to be back with your friends at the Little Palace. But soon you found yourself getting attached to the him as you spent more of your time with him. But you dismissed any unnecessary feelings from entering your heart, because you knew he was meant to be with the Sun Summoner or someone who was as high status as him, and not just another Grisha soldier. Yet still you found yourself to be the one who was mostly affected when he'd been plagued with Merzost. And you've been by his side when its effects wore off and he became him ,again.

When the civil war ended, Alina left to live the life she always wished for, and made you a member of the triumvirate to represent the Etherealki. You wondered if the prince even remembered you after all this time, but it turned out that he did more than just keep your memories alive. 

You were the person he trusted to share his secret with, and help him through it all. And so you did, every night you went to the Grand Palace, to his chambers and binded him in chains so as to not let the demon within him come out. No matter how much it shattered your hear, you did it every night with a fearless look. 

You accompanied him during the trip to find the thorn wood and perform the Obisbaya to rid himself of his demon, even though it didn't work out in the end. You fought by his side when the Fjerdans unleashed their army of parem-drugged Grisha.

Yet even after all, you didn't find yourself to be worthy of him. He was the King of Ravka, the saviour of the people, their protector and you, you didn't even know who you were anymore. He deserved to marry a princess or some respected noble's daughter. And yet still, you would stand by his side and be happy for him and you would protect him with your lie, yet still. 

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You were sitting by yourself under one of the verandas of the grand palace, as it was raining steadily. You always enjoyed the calmness and peace the rain brought along. You reached out your hand to let raindrops fall on your palm, and then used your small science to freeze them. You slowly mended the raindrops to form various figures. You were entirely grateful for every moment of peace you attained after fighting in countless battles and wars. 

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Nikolai was passing by the verandas when he saw you sitting by yourself. He silent crept to a corner of a walk and leaned on to it as he watched you with great interest. He was delighted to see the rare sight of you without your armour of bravery. He was delighted to see you being, you.

He reminisced of all the memories he had with you, all the days and nights you were by his side. Truth was, that no one has been by his side as you had. You had held his hand when others didn't even notice how hurt he was. You'd saved him on countless occasions, even when his demon had almost succeeded in hurting you. 

He knew he was required to be with someone who was of high status, a princess, a nobel's daughter, but he could never stop his gaze from falling towards only one person that being you. He'd done so much for this country, sacrificed so many things, so couldn't he for once get what he wished for? 

So he finally decided to approach you

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You were too deeply indulged in your thoughts to notice Nikolai coming from behind. 

"Enjoying the rain? " You turned around in a haste to see him leaning against a wall. 

"Yeah, and the quiet environment" you responded as he sat beside you

"Peace, quite, difficult to come by these days" he sighed

"Yeah". You both remained silent for a moment and looked at the endearing scene in front of you before he spoke again

"Y/n?"

"Yes?" you raised an eyebrow

"Thank you, for everything. For being with me through it all" his gaze turned towards you

"Of course, Nikolai. Besides, there should be someone to stop you from doing the most idiotic things in the face of earth" You grinned. 

"I- well that is true. But you do enjoy my company, don't you" he raised both his eyebrows and tilted his side to a side

"Maybe" you shrugged playfully

He placed a hand on his chest to and gave you a fake hurt look. "I expected more" he frowned

" What, you want me tell you how much you mean to me and how you've been my light, my hope in the darkness" you responded, dragging the syllables in a mocking tone

"Yeah, actually, you have" His gaze grew softer as he looked deep in your eyes, making you look at him with confused expression

"You've truly been with me through all of my battles, y/n. You've helped me in ways no one else ever had,. You have healed me in ways, that no one else ever had. And even if you won't think of me in the way I do, I can never think of being with anyone but you, y/n. I can never need anyone as much as I need you" He held up your hand in his. 

His words made all of your worries fade away. You'd never expected him to say anything like this, and even when he did, you wondered if your ears had deceived you. 

You placed your other hand on top of his and smiled softly as your gaze met his. "I would do it all again for you, Nikolai.  You've no idea of the ways you have helped me. I would fight countless battles and wars, just to see you smile once again. And even though you're not mine, I would still do everything in my power and more to see you happy"

"Oh but I don't wish to be with any other but you, my love. I only want you" he slowly raised his hand and cupped a side of your face.

You no longer restrained yourself, and closed the distance between you and pressed your lips on his, but slowly pulled away from him hesitantly. You both looked at each other for a moment, before his lips crashed on yours. His lips had the kind of warmth that you never had felt before. It was the moment you'd always yearned for, but never thought it would every be true. And you wished for nothing more but just for this moment to last forever. 

You slowly pulled away from him and pressed your forehead on his. In that moment, you really won the greatest battle of your life. 

[kiwi2229]

The key

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 1 273 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Locket

CW: past injury

Part 1

James abruptly pulls back as he remembers his training. They are in the war after all. He has to fight himself to let Regulus out of his arms. He clears his throat. Moody would kill him if he didn’t stick to protocols. Well, he has Regulus Black in his house, Moody would probably lose it either way.

Regulus tries very hard to mask the disappointment on his face. James reckons he has to be exhausted because he doesn’t do a good job. “Right. Sorry, I know it is probably you, the wards wouldn’t let you through otherwise, but I have to make sure.” Regulus nods in understanding. “So, question, something you would only know…” James wonders but his mind is blank. All he wants to do is take Regulus inside. He has no idea what happened but it’s apparent the boy went through hell. He is shivering, his clothes soaked. It’s raining but why didn’t you use magic to shealt the raindrops?

Regulus bites his lip waiting nervously. James wants to be the one that has his teeth on the lip… “Where did we have our first kiss?”

There is a flick of a smile on Regulus’ lips. “Well, the first one was behind greenhouses, but it was bearly a kiss since I ran away the second it happened. I always thought the one on Quidditch stands as our first. I like that one more, less panicky.”

It’s enough. The boy in front of him is really Regulus. “Come in.” James takes a step back letting Regulus into the hall. Regulus wraps his arms around himself still shivering. Here under the light, James can see how bad the boy really looks. Deep purple bags under his eyes, dirty ripped clothes, pale skin.

“What happened?” James asks as he reaches to him again to tug the strain of hair behind his ear. “Regulus, you are burning up. Why are you soaked? You will get sick.”

“It’s raining.” Regulus matters as the weather and James’ question offended him.

“There are charms for that.”

“I didn’t want to risk them finding me,” Regulus explains and looks down at the floor where droplets of water are dripping. James shakes his head. Priorities.

“Come on.” He takes his hand and leads Regulus upstairs to his room. The house is empty with Sirius and Remus on the mission. He opens the door to the bathroom gesturing Regulus to go there. “I’m gonna give you some of my clothes after you take a bath.”

He quickly searches his wardrobe. He picks up shirt and trousers and a warm knitted sweater, which he is sure is Remus’. He comes back to the bathroom only to find Regulus still standing in the middle of the room. He puts a hand on his shoulder, so he can walk around him when Regulus jerks away. James never saw the boy this terrified, and all it took was James to touch him. What happened to you, love?

“I can’t,” Regulus says looking at the bathtub eyes filled with fear, his whole body still.

“What? Reg, you are hypothermic, we have to get you warmer.” James explains confused about what is the problem. Does Regulus not want James to see him naked? He can leave him here alone, even tho he doesn’t want to. It feels like if he let him out of his sight Regulus would just disappear. Maybe Regulus would let him stay if he just turned around or…

“I almost drowned,” Regulus whispers, and James can see the shiver run down the boy’s body. “I… can’t. James, I can’t…” He helplessly gestures to the tub.

How could this happen to us? What kind of world do we live in, where we have to fear for our life? He almost died. My Reggie. Almost died. I nearly lost him. We are too young for this.

“How about we don’t fill the bath but use the shower?”

“Will you stay?” As soon as the words leave Regulus lips James can see the regret. He refuses to let Regulus take it back.

“Of course, I just got you back. I’m not leaving you.”

Regulus sits in the bath, his knees tightly pressed against his chest. He looks small and fragile. Something Regulus rarely looked like. James is kneeling next to the bath shower head in one hand and foam in the other, the sleeves of his sweater are getting wet.

James hasn’t noticed how skinny the boy is under the coat. As he washes Regulus' body, he sees dark bruises all over, but especially on his right side. But he is more concerned with the deep scratches on his arms and shoulders.

“Reggie…” James whispers as he tries to clean one of the cuts as delicately as he can. Regulus shifts to the side and rests his forehead on James’ chest. He can’t see his face, but going by the shutter breaths, he guesses Regulus is either crying or on the verge of tears.

“I wanted to come back to you. That’s why I didn’t give up. I needed to see you one more time. James…” Regulus chokes up a sob. “I just wanted to see you. Just once. I thought I was about to die, and all I could think about was you. I miss you.”

“I’m here and I'm not leaving.” James nudged Regulus to lift his face up. There was such grief in his eyes, tears streaking his cheeks in constant stream. James leans in to kiss his forehead. “Reg, what happened to you?”

“I stole something from him. Voldemort. And then I hid until they pronounced me dead. I think he didn’t expect anyone to survive that.”

“Why didn’t you come here right after?”

“I wouldn’t put you in danger. I was even afraid to use magic in case they could trace me. I found a ruined building and I stayed there, but then it started to get cold and…” Regulus looked up at him and James’ breath was caught in his throat. Because Regulus is here, talking to him and touching him. James will never let him go. He made that mistake once and he would rather die than see the boy leave again. He will take care of him.

“I wasn’t sure I was allowed to come,” Regulus admits and looks at the dark mark on his forearm. James covers his hand with his own. He helps Regulus get out of the bath and wraps him in a warm towel. He feels relieved the boy stopped shivering again.

“On what side are you on now?” James asks instead of answering. Regulus frowns and he looks tired.

“If I say against Voldemort, would it be enough?” He says nervously. James kisses the top of his head again.

“What did you steal?” James remembers. Regulus slowly crosses the bathroom to his coat. Without a word, he pulls out a silver locket. Jewelry? Really?

“What is that?” He asks and reaches towards the locket. Regulus snatches it from his reach like it would bite James.

“Don’t touch it!”

“You are touching it.” James objects.

“It doesn’t matter what it does to me. I just refused to let you touch it. You… you are light, and this is dark. Nothing dark should touch you. Ever.”

James looks at the locket more carefully. Most dark objects have this aura around them, if you train your senses enough you should be able to feel it. But this doesn’t feel like anything James ever saw. “What is it?”

Regulus shifts his gaze towards the locket with such an intensity James is surprised it doesn’t burst into flames. “The key to defeat him.”

[plumfondler]

Heaven Can Wait

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 6k, my bad.

Warnings: smut smut smut. unprotected sex. mentions of murder and dumb ass cops.

MINORS DNI

Summary?: This is a Hawkins AU where there is no Upside Down, but there sure are a lot of mysteries, and the scooby gang (including you) has solved dozens of them. Eddie Munson is about to get accused of murder, and you find out what it's like when the gang gets shit done while you're not around. Should this have a second part? I have no idea.

A/N: This is dedicated to my hypebeast @gaybybirth without whom this story would not exist. Your support and encouragement mean the world to me. And thanks for telling me to use those two prompts <3 lol

Also a huge thank you to @munson-trashcan, @poppy-metal & @peterthepark for your filth that has kept me going these past few weeks, and supplying my soul with so much Eddie Munson that I started writing again for the first time in over a year.

You slammed your car door and ran into Hawkins High as the sky opened up and fat raindrops started falling- a few hitting your face just before you made it inside. 

As a theater kid you really didn’t have anywhere to channel your energy after graduation, so when they asked if you wanted to direct the drama class musicals, you jumped at the chance. The first year didn’t go too well, but you had to admit you had other reasons for wanting to try again.

“Alright everyone that was much, much better! Keep it up! See you tomorrow!” you announced.

The class quickly scattered as you saw the Dungeons and Dragons club scramble into the room to set up their things.

One nice thing about directing was the schedule: the drama class was the last period of the day so you didn't have to spend all day at the school. 

Another nice thing was seeing him again.

Eddie Munson entered the room, excitedly talking to his friends about something he just added to their campaign. You smiled to yourself and gathered your things to leave.

"Runnin’ off so soon?"

Your heart skipped as you turned to see Eddie standing behind you, thumbs tapping on the notebook he held to his chest.

"I'll be out of your way soon, sorry!" Was all you could say before your face heated up.

"Take your time, please stay and hang if you like, it's real nasty out," he said, turning to walk towards the table.

You looked out the window and cursed; the rain was blowing sideways and empty trash cans were tumbling by rapidly. You really didn't want to go outside right now, let alone drive home.

"If you don't mind, I might try to wait it out? I'll be quiet as a mouse," you said, putting your things down and taking a seat in the rows of chairs in the back of the room.

"We definitely won't be," Eddie grinned, taking a deep breath before diving into his story with a booming voice.

It stormed for the next four days straight; Eddie convinced you to wait out the storm each day, though he didn't have to try that hard. When it finally stopped raining, Eddie had other reasons to ask you to stay, so you stayed.

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It was the last week of school and you were panicking trying to think of what to say to Eddie before the break. You wanted to keep seeing him, so why couldn’t you just say that? 

You had a shift after school at Family Video with Steve and Robin, and you were considering confessing your crush to them to get their advice.

"Hey guys, I just saw the weirdest thing," Max said as she came into the store, seconds after you arrived.

You turned to look at the tiny redhead, waiting for her to continue as Robin and Steve joined you.

"Eddie just came home, went to his trailer, ran right back out and got into his van and sped off. Like he was running from something."

"Eddie is a weird dude," Steve shrugged, stacking tapes.

Three police cars sped by the store towards the trailer park and you all looked at each other. 

Robin spun around and picked up the phone to call Nancy who always knew what was going on; you had a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Robin spoke with Nancy quietly and hung up the phone a few seconds later.

"They found a dead girl in Eddie's trailer."

Your legs gave out and you grabbed the counter to keep yourself from falling over; Steve and Robin both lunged at you to hold you up.

"I'm fine," you said weakly, waving them off and lowering yourself to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest.

"He was at school all day, right?" Steve asked.

"I saw him when I went by to get some things from the drama room about an hour ago," you said numbly, thinking about the way his smile lit up his face. 

“Also, obviously,” Robin started, elbowing Steve in the ribs, “Eddie would never hurt anyone, let alone murder.”

“Yes! Of course!” Steve said, hurriedly.

Rumors spread like wildfire. By dinner time, the local news had already mentioned that the police were interested in finding Eddie to ask him questions, and all hell broke loose. 

Soon everyone in town was talking about how Eddie the Freak was a murderer, even though dozens of people had seen him throughout day. Even though Tammy Perkins, the sophomore at Hawkins high that was the unfortunate victim, wasn't seen anywhere near Eddie the entire day, let alone all year.

You had to help Eddie, and Steve and Robin seemed to be on the same page; you gathered everyone to search for Eddie as soon as you closed the video store.

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Steve slid the pizza onto the counter in your kitchen and took a piece, Dustin sat with you at the table in front of the window and sighed, resting his head in his hands.

Nancy sat across from you and reached a hand to put over yours, "We're going to find him. Before anyone else does."

You believed her, you always believed Nancy when she said things with such confidence. 

It had been three days and you still hadn’t found Eddie.

The doorbell rang and everyone in your kitchen froze. 

The doorbell rang again and your dad walked in to look around at you all.

"No, no, I'll get it," he said dryly, walking past everyone towards the front door.

You looked out the window and cursed under your breath as you saw the police car in the driveway.

"Good evening officer, how can I help you?"

"Yes, sir, I was told that your daughter has been seen with the Munson boy, is this true?"

You quickly joined your father at the door with your hands on your hips, not in the mood to be pushed around.

"Been seen with my friend Eddie Munson? Yes. The innocent man who is being targeted by an angry mob of civilians that the police are doing nothing to stop."

Your father cleared his throat.

"Now listen here, if we found a dead body in your house we'd have some questions for you too," the officer said.

"Of course. But you'd also not condone random ass people running around with guns trying to shoot an innocent person just because he likes rock music and fantasy games!"

"So are you coming down to the station to answer questions then or are we going to do it here?" The officer asked through gritted teeth.

"Please, come in, officer…" your father said, opening the door.

“Pond,” the officer responded, “Officer Pond.”

Your mother came down the stairs and froze, "Lloyd, dear, why are the police in our house?"

"Well Evelyn, they threatened our daughter, so now they get to ask questions here instead of at the station with our lawyer."

Officer Pond paused and looked at your annoyed parents, then turned around to look at his car.

"Let me get my partner in here, just a second."

Your parents huffed and Officer Pond left to get his partner.

Your mother turned to you quickly and took your hands, "Honey, answer their questions as vaguely as possible. No details, no extra information.” 

"And please don't antagonize them," your father added.

Before you could respond, the two officers returned, and on their heels were Mike, Max, Lucas, Will, and Erica.

"Why are you here?" Erica said before she was even through the door, "there is a killer on the loose and it is NOT a nerdy boy who plays guitar."

"Yeah!" The rest of them replied.

"Alright, alright you five, let the officers do their job," your father showed the cops to the kitchen and told the five intruders to stay where they were.

You heard a thump from upstairs and your eyes widened as they met Nancy's from across the room.

Next to you, Steve grabbed your shoulder and started coughing; Dustin leapt to his feet to get him water, making extra noises with the chair and lecturing Steve loudly about chewing his food properly. 

You backed slowly out of the kitchen, and once out sight you bolted up the stairs to your room.

You threw open the door to see Eddie Munson wiggling his way into your room through your window which was open as wide as it could: a little over a foot.

"Eddie!" You hissed, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him inside. "It's BARELY dark, what if someone sees you?!"

"Darlin, I'm running out of options."

You heard heavy steps up the stairs and panicked, shoving Eddie in your closet just as your bedroom door started to open.

"What's going on in there?" Pond’s voice came through the crack in the door.

You pushed the door shut with all your weight, "I'm changing, you fucking perv! Steve aspirated pizza all over me."

The officer outside your bedroom stumbled over an apology and quickly hurried away from your room and back down the stairs.

Eddie poked his head out of your closet.

"Did you just call a cop a fuckin perv?"

"I did."

Eddie put a hand over his mouth and shook with silent laughter.

You reached next to him for a shirt and turned Eddie around to face away from you.

"You keep manhandling me like this, I'm gonna demand you buy me dinner. What are you doing?"

"I have to change. If I go back in the same clothes they'll be suspicious."

Eddie hummed in response and you quickly changed. 

You turned him back around, keeping your hands on his shoulders, "Stay here. Stay quiet. I will be back soon."

Eddie nodded silently and you held his eye contact for a bit longer, needing him to feel your calm. 

"You're safe here," you said softly, cupping his face in your hand.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into your touch, nodding again. 

When you got back downstairs the two police officers were walking out the door, followed by Max, Will, Erica, Mike, and Lucas.

"Jesus Christ, that was an event," your mother said, falling back onto the couch as the front door closed.

"Why are you friends with so many children again?" Your father asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We'd be here for a while to answer that question," Steve said, "is everyone okay?" He asked, looking directly at you.

"Yes," you nodded, "fine."

"How did you do that? They didn't ask me anything." You said.

"We kind of bullied them into leaving?" Steve offered, scratching his head.

"More like psychologically manipulated, but yes. Your dad implied that the police department can be vulnerable to lawsuits from people who are questioned about crimes they don't have any connection to if it damages their reputation in the community," Robin said. 

You put your head in your hands, "thanks dad." You mumbled.

"Alright!" Nancy clapped her hands, "that tall cop was shifty as hell and I don't trust him at all. Robin and I are going to go talk to the neighbors in the trailer park and-"

"And I'm coming with you because that sounds dangerous since a teenager was just murdered there," your father said, standing up.

Nancy seemed to be caught off guard by this, looking between you and your father; you shrugged.

"He makes a good point. Also he's deceptively strong," you said.

"Okay then, let's go,” Robin nodded.

Robin, Nancy, and your father filed out the door and Dustin grabbed his bag looking up at Steve.

"Let's go to the library, I have thoughts and need additional information."

"I guess we're breaking into the library," Steve said, running his hands through his hair and down his face.

"It's not difficult," your mother said from the couch, "just don't break anything, please, they're so nice and a real pillar of the community. But they do make it really difficult to do late night research in this god forsaken town, don't they?"

"I'm really starting to understand you better," Steve said to you, staring at your mother.

"Keep our boy safe," Steve said quietly, nudging you with his shoulder on his way out.

"Of course."

"Honey, I'll be downstairs working on my quilt. I need to be alone for the rest of the evening," your mom sighed, pulling herself up off the couch.

You nodded, "alright, I'll be in my room."

Once you were alone, you made a plate of food for Eddie: leftover meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and a few rolls.

You found Eddie sitting in the corner behind the door in your room, hugging his knees to his chest, his fingers drumming on his arms. You closed the door and sat in front of him; Eddie lifted his head and his eyes widened as he saw the plate.

"For me?"

"No Eddie, I made myself a plate of food to eat in front of you."

"Look, I've had a very bad week."

Your face fell, "I'm so sorry, Eddie, my default mode is sarcasm."

"No I get it, me too," he said, taking the plate with both hands.

You stuck a fork in the potatoes and he smiled, holding the plate with one hand and stabbing the loaf of meat with the fork. He took a bite of it and sighed, closing his eyes.

"It's been three days. All I've had is dry cereal, chips, warm YooHoo, and two cans of cold beans."

"The gang is close to solving this, I know it. They'll get the guy soon and you won't have to hide anymore."

"Yeah? What are they gonna do about the mob of people who want to kill me?"

"I'm not sure yet, but we're going to figure it out together, okay?"

Eddie nodded.

"After you eat you can take a shower," you nodded towards the bathroom connected to your room.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, "fancy."

Eddie dropped his leather jacket on the floor and started tugging his shirt over his head on his way to the bathroom. You distracted yourself by digging through your closet for old clothes. You found your old school gym shirt and a pair of sweatpants for Eddie to change into, trying not to dwell on the thought that you accidentally had when you realized you didn’t have underwear to loan him.

You heard Eddie sniffing in the shower and your heart ached; you sat on your bed and hugged your pillow. You couldn't imagine what he was going through and you wanted to do everything in your power to keep him from harm.

The shower turned off and you wiped the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. When Eddie came out a few minutes later he was holding your purple towel around his waist.

"Hey, I uh-"

Your heart felt like it fell into your stomach as you saw Eddie lean into your room, water drops rolling down his chest, dripping from his hair.

"Sorry, sorry, forgot to give you these before you went in," you scrambled to your feet and shoved the clothes at Eddie, your cheeks burning hot.

"Thanks," he grinned, turning around to go back into the bathroom.

"Jesus Christ," you mumbled to yourself, wiping your hands down your face.

You turned and took several pillows off of your bed, setting them on the floor. You made a small bed for yourself, and looked around your room for your spare blanket, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Havin' a sleepover?"

Eddie stepped out of the bathroom, now wearing your clothes, running his fingers through his wet hair.

"I figured you've not had a proper sleep in a few days so I'll sleep on the floor and you can take my bed?"

"You want me to sleep here?"

"Eddie, I told you that you're safe here, I really-"

Before you could continue, Eddie's arms were wrapped around you, squeezing tight.

As soon as you started breathing again, you returned his embrace, rubbing your hand up and down Eddie's back.

He quickly jerked away and cleared his throat.

"Sorry," he flinched slightly, spinning one of the rings on his finger with his thumb.

"Don't be, that was nice," you replied, sitting on your bed. 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm here for hugs if you need them, okay?"

Eddie nodded, his fingers twirling the ends of his hair.

"You uh… got any more of those rolls?" he asked.

"Yeah, let me go see what else I can rustle up."

You went back to the kitchen and took a few deep breaths to calm your nerves before returning to your room with the rest of the dinner rolls, cookies, Coke, and an unopened bag of pretzels.

When you opened the door Eddie was sitting on your bed looking curiously at the jewelry box on top of your dresser.

"No, don't open that!" You gasped.

"What, you still have your baby teeth in he-" Eddie lifted the lid of your jewelry box with his ringed index finger and his words escaped him.

You cringed and put down everything you were carrying, shut the door, and reached over to close the lid of the jewelry box that hid the vibrator you bought last year.

"It's a… uh…"

Eddie looked up at you with bright eyes and a wide grin and you stared at him.

He kept grinning.

"I'm waiting to hear whatever you're about to tell me that this vibrator is. Please explain to me what this sex toy is, I have never in my life seen such a device, so it must be explained to me."

"Alright, alright," you said, grabbing the jewelry box and throwing it into the back of your closet.

"I've never even used the thing," you mumbled, shoving the bag of rolls at Eddie, avoiding eye contact.

"Why did you buy it if you don't use it?" He asked, shoving an entire roll into his mouth.

"I don't know why I bought it in the first place, I've been too afraid someone will hear me use it."

Eddie smirked and you handed him the can of Coke.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Well, keep it that way."

Your head was reeling as you attempted to think of anything else to say, when the phone on your nightstand rang.

You exhaled and answered. 

"Hey Nance, what's going on?" You asked, scooting over so Eddie could sit next to you and put his ear to the receiver with you.

"The killer is working at the police department and we called the FBI," She said, exasperated.

"You what?!" You and Eddie both said.

"Yeah Murray knows a guy and when we told him what we thought was going on, your dad and Murray agreed that there should be other law enforcement involved. Hi Eddie. Sorry about everything."

"Holy shit," you mumbled.

"What about the angry mob after Eddie?"

"Murray has people on that too, but stay hidden, they haven't found them yet."

"Alright thanks for the update."

"Of course. Stay inside. Goodnight."

You put the phone back on the receiver and sighed. Eddie fell back onto the bed with his hands on his face.

"What the fuck is with this fucking town."

"Yeah, I gotta get out of here," you sighed.

"Why haven't you?" Eddie asked, lifting a hand to look at you.

"Why haven't I?"

"Left yet. You graduated two years ago."

"I'm not sure. I really liked being around here…" you shrugged, "and I can't imagine being away from everyone."

"Everyone?"

"Nancy, Robin, Steve, you."

"Me?"

"Of course you, Eddie."

You put a hand on his knee and you felt him tense for a second, but he quickly covered your hand with his and relaxed.

You fell back to lay on the bed and rolled to your side, pulling Eddie into your arms. He immediately buried his head into your neck and secured his arms around you.

You exhaled a shaky breath and rubbed Eddie's back gently, feeling his muscles quiver beneath your touch.

"It's going to be okay. It'll all go back to how it used to be,” you said softly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And you'll keep coming to DnD?"

"Absolutely. I have to know what's being so heavily guarded at that keep."

Eddie lifted his head to look at you in surprise.

"You're paying attention to the story?" he asked.

"Eddie, I've been staying to watch your club for the last three months, did you think I was just staring at you the whole time?"

Eddie looked sheepish and shrugged, rolling onto his back, "I mean I guess you can't blame a guy for wishing."

Your heart leapt and you couldn't help the tears that filled your eyes as you reached to hold Eddie's face and press your lips to his. You felt his breath catch as he quickly turned on his side to hold you again, eagerly returning your kiss.

His tongue swiped at your lips and you moaned softly, running your hands over his shoulders to the back of his neck. You felt him melt into your body and your head spun.

You hitched a leg up on Eddie’s hip and he bucked into you, making you gasp as you felt him already hard, pressing into you. You instantly craved more and grinded into him, grasping his shirt and moaning as his erection rubbed against your clit. He whimpered and you felt him shaking as you held him tighter.

You couldn't get close enough, you were squeezing and rubbing every part of each other's backs, sides, faces, and thighs as you grinded into each other. Eddie's hands tried to wander up your shirt but couldn’t get anywhere because he didn't want to let you go. Your legs were tangled together as you tried to wrap them around each other, and eventually you fell off the bed onto the pile of pillows.

You parted, laughing quietly, holding each other's faces.

"Eddie," you breathed, resting your forehead against his.

He whispered your name and nudged your nose with his; you shuddered and clutched his shirt. 

"I mean, it did start out as me staring at you the whole time, yes, but I got invested really fast. You are such an incredible storyteller," you said, looking into his soft, dark eyes.

Eddie kissed you in response and you were quickly back to grasping at each other as your tongues swirled together.

You rolled onto your back and pulled Eddie on top of you; he immediately hit his head on your nightstand.

"Ow…" he whispered into your mouth.

"Let's move back up to the bed, yeah?" You said, trying to catch your breath. 

"I don't wanna let you go."

"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie. I'm here, I'm yours."

He groaned and kissed your neck, "say that again, please?" He whispered.

"I'm yours, Eddie Munson," you said, holding his face as your stomach tightened, "I am yours and I want you."

"Bed, now." His voice was strained and his eyes were pleading.

You nodded and he pushed himself up, helping you to your feet. Eddie rolled onto the bed, immediately reaching out to you. Your heart pounded as you met his eyes and yanked off your shirt and bra, pushing your pants down before climbing back onto the bed.

Eddie gawked at you as you crawled on top of him in just your panties, he wasn't sure where to focus his attention.

"Oh my god," he whispered, "can I touch you?"

"You better," you said, taking his hand and putting it on your side.

Eddie sighed and ran his fingers over your soft skin, whimpering quietly. 

You hummed as his warm hands explored every inch of you while you kissed, finally trailing over your breasts after avoiding them intentionally for several minutes. You moaned as Eddie's fingertips circled your nipples; he sucked in a breath as they pebbled.

"Can I touch you?" You asked, running a hand up his arm.

Eddie tugged the shirt over his head and you smiled, running your hands over his tattoos, feeling his chest rise and fall with every heavy breath. 

You leaned over and kissed the tattoos on his chest, then lifted his arm and kissed the ink there. Eddie watched you, lips parted, eyes soft as you handled him so gently. 

Eddie reached for your face and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, his hands sliding around your waist and grabbing your ass to pull you against him. You moaned and ran your fingers down his chest, tugging down the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Wait, stop!" Eddie pulled away and you froze, worried you hurt him somehow.

"I am so sorry, I'm just so worked up right now, if you touch me, I’m going to cum," he winced and looked down at your hand that was hovering over him.

You glanced down to see the large wet spot on the tent in his sweatpants. You bit your lip and squeezed your legs together as you stared, eager to touch him and suddenly soaked at the thought of watching him cum.

"What if I want to see that?" You asked, tracing your finger around his stomach, across his waistband.

"Is… that all you want? Not-not that that's a bad thing I'm just wondering…"

You shook your head, "no, it's not, can you keep going after that?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Eddie said, pushing the pants down and kicking them off in one swift motion.

You almost moaned as you wrapped your hand around his hot, swollen cock. Eddie gasped and bucked into your fist as you squeezed and gave him a slow stroke, running your fingers around his firm, velvety head.

"You are fucking beautiful," you mumbled, leaning over to kiss Eddie's soft lips as he gasped your name.

You moaned into his mouth as his cock twitched in your hand. Precum flowed from his flushed tip and you used it to give him slow strokes.

"Oh fuck, fuck," he whispered as you nipped at his bottom lip and trailed kisses to his neck.

"Cum for me, Eddie," you whispered in his ear, tugging at his earlobe with your teeth.

Eddie's hand flew to his mouth and he stifled a cry as his hips bucked off the bed and his cock pulsed in your hand. You quickly looked to see his cum spurting from his cock all over your hand and his stomach. You squeezed out every drop and released his spent length, kissing up and down his neck as he caught his breath.

"Fucking hell," he mumbled, "that was a record."

You grinned and kissed his lips, reaching for the nearest item of clothing to clean up with. 

As soon as you dropped the shirt, Eddie pulled you to him and kissed you breathless, rolling you onto your back and sliding down your body, taking your panties with him.

"Oh fuck, you smell so amazing," Eddie moaned.

"Can I taste you, baby?" He asked, arms wrapped around your thighs, fingers stroking the insides of them gently.

His dark eyes looking up at you from between your legs had you speechless. You nodded enthusiastically and Eddie grinned, tapping your legs.

"Use your words, sweetheart, need to hear you say it," he said, nuzzling the inside of your thigh with his nose, leaving soft kisses up it.

"Yes, yes!" You whimpered. 

Eddie hummed happily and pressed his lips to your mound, kissing and nuzzling you, inhaling your scent as he buried his face between your thighs.  He moaned and you squirmed as you felt the vibrations; his hands held your hips and you couldn't help but love the feeling of being pinned by him.

Eddie came up for air and cursed again, "you are so fucking wet, holy fuck."

Before you could even consider responding, Eddie gently spread you apart and licked a line straight up your cunt, ending at your clit. You gasped and he repeated the action three more times, staying on your clit once you whined.

Eddie's tongue lapped at your swollen bundle of nerves and his hands ran up and down your thighs as they trembled. Your hands went to his head as he devoured you slowly, your orgasm approaching so much faster than you could've imagined. Eddie felt you tense and moaned into you, his hips grinding into the bed as his tongue circled your clit.

"Don't stop, don't stop, fuck, Eddie I'm gonna come," you cried softly. 

Eddie sent you tumbling over the edge with one final slow flick of his tongue and your back was arching off the bed, your thighs squeezing his head.

Eddie moaned as your body shook with your release; as soon as you relaxed, Eddie was crawling up your body leaving kisses along the way. 

You lifted a shaky hand and he met it with his face, nuzzling into it. 

"You taste so good."

"Fuck," you breathed, your entire body was shaking and Eddie wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tight.

"You okay?" he asked, nuzzling your neck.

"More than okay," you whispered, "just a bit dizzy."

Eddie grinned proudly and you ran a hand through his soft hair.

"You have an incredible mouth," you mumbled, running a thumb over his bottom lip.

You stared at each other for a while and lazily explored one another, kissing intermittently. Once the haze from your orgasm dissipated, your kisses became more desperate. You pulled Eddie closer, wrapping a leg around him, rubbing yourself against his cock.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're dripping all over my dick," he moaned, his hips bucking so his cock nudged your tender lips, making you gasp.

"You like that?" He asked.

You nodded and he did it again, grinding a little, getting harder against your slick cunt. 

"Oh my god, Eddie, I need you inside me, please."

Eddie rolled on top of you and knelt between your legs,

"I don't have any condoms…" he said, his face falling.

"Me either, can you pull out?" You asked, running your thumbs over his hip bones, watching his perfect cock jump at your proximity.

Eddie nodded, "yeah. Yeah I can do that. And I'm clean, I promise baby," he said, holding your hand to his heart.

"Me too, I trust you, Eddie."

The look in his eyes was pure adoration as he held your face and leaned over to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around Eddie and he sighed as your kiss deepend. 

Eddie reached down and guided himself into you. Once his tip settled at your entrance you both took in shaky breaths and held each other tight as he slowly pushed his hips forward.

His thick cock filled you slowly, heat and tingles immediately spreading over you. You gasped and dug your nails into his back; Eddie groaned.

"Oooh wow. Ooh fuck," he breathed, stilling as he bottomed out. 

You squeezed your legs around Eddie as he brushed his hair out of your face with a smile.

"You okay?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, just stings a little, gotta get used to you," you said, pulling his face to yours, kissing him tenderly.

"I'll wait as long as you need," he said between kisses.

"You feel so incredible," he said, dropping his head to your shoulder and kissing up your neck.

"You fill me up so good, Eddie," you said, shifting your hips slightly, “mmm, you can move now.”

Eddie held you as close as possible and only moved his hips, dragging his cock out slowly, and pushing back in. You moaned softly and Eddie repeated his action, again and again.

Just as it was when it began, you couldn't get close enough, your bodies pressed together, your legs locked around him, your arms holding him against you as he rutted into you.

Eddie was so deep inside of you, you could barely breathe. He kissed you tenderly and held your face with one hand, weaving his free hand with one of yours and holding it to the bed. You held his face and met his eyes as he thrust into you steadily, keeping a slow pace.

"Is… is this okay?" He asked, running his thumb over your cheek.

You kissed his thumb and nodded, "yes, it's perfect Eddie, you feel so fucking good."

"You feel amazing, so wet, so tight," he breathed, circling his hips and rolling them slowly.

Eddie kissed you and the room spun around you as his slow, deep thrusts matched the speed of his tongue swirling with yours. 

You moaned and lifted your hips slightly, gasping as he started grinding against your clit with every thrust.

"Oh god Eddie, right there, fuck," you cried softly, clinging to him as you felt the warm tingling start to spread throughout your body.

“You’re squeezin’ me so tight, baby, come for me,” Eddie moaned in your ear, grinding into you harder.

You gasped as his cock flexed and brushed against your g-spot, his pubic bone grinding against your clit; you saw stars as your orgasm washed over you. You bit down on Eddie’s shoulder to keep yourself from screaming as you came. Eddie gasped and immediately pulled out of you, his head barely out of the folds of your pussy as thick ropes of cum pulsed from his cock all over your twitching clit. You cried out and bucked your hips, instantly obsessed with the feeling of Eddie’s warm cum dripping down your cunt as the tip of his cock rubbed your clit and dragged out your release.

Eddie’s body went limp on top of you and he rolled to his side, taking you with him and holding you to his heaving chest. You lifted your head and held his face, kissing him softly. Eddie sighed and returned your sweet kiss, holding your face and peppering it with kisses.

You held each other and calmed down eventually, laying in silence for several minutes.

“Wow, well done, I’m usually so talkative.”

You snorted and grabbed a pillow to stifle your burst of laughter. Eddie pulled the pillow away from your face and you turned to see him grinning at you.

“I love your laugh.”

You held his face and kissed his nose and grinned at each other for a few more silent minutes.

You glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight; then the phone rang and you and Eddie were yanked out of your bubble.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Steve. We’re all together and found some really weird shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, trying to figure out if it’s better to try to rest or be on guard all night,” you sighed, rolling onto your back and wiping a hand down your face.

“Don’t worry, get some rest, both of you, we’re across the street at my house and we’ll keep watch, okay?”

“Oh yeah? He got binoculars that can see in here?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah Steve, you peeping?” you asked.

“W-what? No! I wouldn’t! Wait, what would I be-?”

Robin grabbed the phone out of Steve’s hand.

“Hi, Steve is stammering so get some sleep kids, we’ll come by in the morning, okay? Goodnight!”

The line went dead and you hung up the phone.

“We’re supposed to get some sleep, I guess,” you said, taking Eddie’s face in your hands.

“Yeah, I’m not really tired yet,” he said, biting his lip.

“Wanna find out if Steve has binoculars?” you asked.

Eddie giggled and kissed you, rolling over on top of you, “how would we do that?”

His hair hung down and framed your face, tickling you as he held himself up with his hands on either side of your head.

“Well, if we stay up all night doing things that would make Steve blush and then see him tomorrow, we might find out?”

“All night, you say?” Eddie whispered, kissing up your neck and capturing your lips with his, making you moan and arch your body up into his.

“Or until we exhaust each other, I guess,” you shrugged.

“Until we exhaust each other it is.”

[dantheserialkillerman]

Can you please make Dan X male reader who keeps being abused by his own family for being "weak"?

Sure! I did take some liberties in the prompt (as I usually do ngl). This is more of a basic premise, and introducing of characters. However, I hope this fulfills your Danny needs ;))

Dan Hiroki x M!English Reader

TW: mentions of suicide and abuse

Everyone has or claims to have a first memory. Maybe it’s being placed in a pram, falling out of a pram, or being pushed around in a pram. Perhaps it is something nonsensical you’ve convinced yourself was a past life, like running on a battlefield and being shot in the head. It could be a smell, taste, or a feeling. Yet, for you, it was none of these things. Your first memory was only a single word. Weak.

You were the firstborn son of a noble family who still owned an estate. Your father came from old money and was a well-regarded businessman who dabbled in the stock market. Your mother was a former television actress. A mary-go-round of nannies and butlers raised you.

Your mother wandered the corridors like a ghost, passing through doors aimlessly and seemingly avoiding you at all cost. A doctor would come in occasionally, and a maid would bring you in to say hello. The last time you saw her was a rainy Monday afternoon, the raindrops incessantly tapping against the windowsill in an uneven tune. She hugged you for the first time in months, claimed she would be going away soon, and wished she could miss you.

Your mother killed herself the next day.

You were young enough not to understand what it truly meant to die but not young enough that you wouldn’t remember her. You had thought of her passing like a cassette tape, and even if you didn’t like the ending, you could simply ask a maid to rewind it to the part before everything went awry. But she couldn’t, and your father didn’t seem to care one way or the next.

A month passed, and he quickly remarried your latest nanny—a pretty young twenty-something who had just graduated from college.

At first, she was sweet, if not overbearing, but when you had refused to call her mother, she had quickly changed.

The abuse started small. Snarky remarks about how you were little for your age. How helpless and pitiful you looked. How you didn’t compare to your father, and maybe he should get a test to ensure legitimacy. Then it exalted to the occasional slap and pretending you didn’t exist. You become a nobody within your own home.

When you turned thirteen, you were one of the only children happy to be told they were attending boarding school. During the summer before you left, you had packed your bag on the first day of June and silently stared at the suitcase during those hot nights, reminding yourself you would be freed soon.

Despite your stepmother’s claims that you were a failure, the academy was a rebirth. You became a house captain and were an active member of the rowing team. A star pupil. The poster boy of “What to be and how to be it.” Your teachers adored you. The students looked up to you and regarded you as someone worth your name. You were not that broken-down actor forced to play the role of the leftover child. You were someone better. Someone not weak. Someone worth being alive.

Yet, you always dreaded the rolling in of summer when you were forced to leave the tall ivy walls and the midnight study sessions in the library. Your father was conveniently always away on business.

You would try to hide in your room during most of your visits, but your stepmother would always corner you, the servants turning a blind eye in fear. She would whisper, “Y/N, your father tells me your mother killed herself because of you. She couldn’t stand having such a weak, pathetic child. A parasite. Even the rope that bitch hung herself with was stronger than you.”

Sometimes, the servants would find you during the early hours, as the sun forced its way upon the red sky, staring at the giant oak tree that haunted the estate. You would grip the branches and hang there like your mother did years ago, seeing how much strength it took to snap a branch. The wood would sink into your skin, and over time scars developed upon your palms. It took an entire night for anyone to notice her dead, and one day you would also try to hang from that tree for the same amount of time. You would not be weak.

Year 10 was when everything changed. You were fifteen, studying for your A levels in preparation for Cambridge when you saw him.

A Japanese boy was sprawled across the grass with no shoes and a dirty rumpled uniform. In his right hand, he held a novel called The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty. His left pushed back black hair that continuously fell into his lovely face. What he was doing was unrefined, improper, and completely captivating. He looked like wildness contained and modelled into flesh, barely attached to the world, with only the pages of his book saving him from drifting away.

A professor had caught you gaping, and in humiliation, you quickly left before anyone else could notice.

You remained restless with the thought of him. That was until you were summoned to the headmaster’s office the next day.

All that glitters is not gold, and all that shines is not divine. No, it can be something much more valuable and rare, like the dark rhodium of the wild boy’s eyes watching you as you entered the meeting.

You learned he was named Dan Hiroki, a transfer student who was only here for a couple of months and the son of a high-ranking politician in Toyko, apparently sent away after some unknown scandal until everything calmed down.

“Y/N, you took Japanse for langues, didn’t you?” The headmaster asked you.

“I have rudimentary understanding, sir.”

“But enough to get by?”

“I could hold a conversation if needed.”

He smiled and adjusted his glasses, “Good lad, as head boy, I would like you to help Mr. Hiroki feel welcomed to our campus. Show him some English spirit. Sound good?”

You looked to Dan, his eyes pinning you down and your hands sweating. You would not be weak.

“I would be honoured.”

Dan smiled softly, and for the first time, you heard his voice. “I look forward to getting to know you, Y/N.”

As if being plunged into a pool of dark water, ready to drown at any minute, you couldn’t help but sink. Maybe your family was right. Perhaps you were pathetic. But it wasn’t until summer you would learn the price you would pay for any good deed.

[erajoie07]

I promise to make you happy. Halbrand (ROP) x fem

૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა Summary: Brea has suffered enough in life, but will it deter her? Even if she soaked to the bone from the tain, she manages to gaze into a man's eyes and plagued her mind. Years later, that man named Halbrand is making her happy.

˙˚ଘo(∗ ❛ั ᵕ ❛ั )੭່˙ Writer's note: Whenever I write, there is always a story behind it. Nature of the writing process 😂. Anyway, I went to Tumblr to check for some fluff prompts. A few scrolls and I came across @thetopichot 's blog and found this very meaningful prompt--- “drying your lover from the rain.” Then I thought of Brea, my OC, who I believe is the most struggling character based on a character of a short story I wrote when I was younger. Poverty-driven and couldn't afford the conveniences experienced by others. The rain here in our country intensifies now that there is really a change in climate. Whenever I'm in school and it intensely rains, I always feel so stress about it, especially if I'm carrying something. So from that experience of mine and the characterizations I previously made into that original character, I incorporated my experience into Brea. I also incorporated the idea that happiness is not a destination, but something you make out of it. I hope you sympathize with the fem character here and enjoy reading. Thank you!!

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Getting caught under the horrid and torrential rain outside, one could just wish it never rained that day. Brea sticks her files close to her chest like a glue. Staying under the waiting shed still permitted raindrops to fall on her back through the cracks where the shade did not attach to the wall. The long metal seat is soaked and so is her back. However, the rain and the horrible rain will not deter her as long as her files are clean and dry.

Upon catching an open tricycle, she strategically rushed inside, her arm keeping the files dry, and her other arm flipped the plastic that covers the seating on the side front from the rain the wind moves. Like a baby, and she a mother; she longed for a car that she may feel dry and safe from the smell of the rain that engulfs the tricycle through the small cracks that seep through.

Brea gets her umbrella. Only if the passenger who sat next to her could lift the plastic for her. She tried to open her umbrella from the outside, her files resting on her lap. Her arm is soaking through her blazer. But just as she exits, she wasn't able to move the umbrella over head, pushing her head through the cover, resulting for her and the files to get rained down upon. She gasped and she cursed, Brea balances the umbrella between her neck and shoulder to get her money from her bag. But luck did not progress and her umbrella falls just as she was reaching for coins. Brea, out of spite, instantly drops the files to soak under the torrential rain. The driver was shocked, moving away from his seat and graps on them, while she flicks through her bag.

It may have shocked everyone around her or even silently laugh at her misfortune, she grabs her umbrella and her files, thanking the driver after. She steadily walks in front of a shopping mall. The jeepneys are continuously being filled with passengers on the other side where she came. Brea is soaked to the bone and she couldn't bring her umbrella down for fear of the impending stares and murmurs behind her. Brea silently waters her eyes---one blink and a huff of her shoulders and they would know she's crying. The direness of her situation makes her desire to bury her self from the pain that pricks her like needles, sharply and so painful.

The cars that rush in front of her makes her envious. In her situation, she could only afford to travel to school by tricycle or jeepney.

Brea catches a man in a polo, their eyes lingered for a moment before he turns away as he continued his walk pursuit away. In that moment, Brea opens a smile, her heart flutters when she saw him. Her mind begins to be plagued by that man and wish now that she could see him again. Maybe some day.

Halbrand has a towel in hand when she gets home, because he knows that a psrt of her is soaking from the rain. Brea looks up at Halbrand removing her bag and documents now enclosed in tight file cases, setting them on the floor. He grabs the towel from his shoulder and rubs it over her hair to dry it, making ber short hair more unruly than before.

“Your bath is ready, darling, go get changed so you can eat your meal. I'll put this away.” Halbrand instructs, lifting the bag and the files from the floor.

She gets inside the fine bath he prepared. The aroma of the vanilla washed over fills her nostrils. Brea closes her eyes to drown the feel of rain but instantly opens it when she feels Halbrand's palm on her cheek. Halbrand rests on the side of the tub.

“How was work, darling?”

Brea takes a moment, not attempting to take his caringness for granted. “The late afternoon was more than I could handle ” She finally replies--- referring to the rain that instantly poured. Halbrand places a gentle and apologetic kiss on her lips. “I'll try to fix my work schedule so I can pick you up from work.”

Brea begins to be consumed with guilt over his reply. Turning her eyes to the ripples she creates.

“Don't be guilty, Brea. It was hard for you and I'm trying to make it up to you.”

Brea looks at him, “You don't have to pick me up all the time, just when the weather is gloomy. I also want to help.”

Halbrand caresses her hair and stamps a kiss to her temple. “I just want to make you happy. I promised you that.”

“You make me happy, Halbrand. Brea holds his hand and takes it to her lips, giving a kiss to his knuckles.

The man she's eating with at the dinner table is the same amn she locked eyes with during that torrential rain in the city a few years back. Halbrand's mind's back then lingered with returning to where he saw her. The eyes that used to cry in sadness and pain, now gleam and sparkle.

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

Hello, friend!

I have been holding onto the last prompt you sent me for far, FAR too long and I'm sorry to have let our prompt exchange die. I assure you, that is my first priority after Sicktember, now that I have cleared out all the other asks!

As a peace offering, I come bearing another prompt, since I saw you asking for inspiration. Without further ado:

Picture this: an incorrigible, lovestruck dandy, standing out in the rain to serenade or otherwise woo his beloved. (Is that person indifferent to him or do they favor him also?) He gets very ill for his troubles, coming down with a raging fever. His mates have you wrestle him into a tepid bath for his health while he continues to spout sonnets of love for his dearest.

Does the loved one come to take care of him? Or do his mates end up saving the day? Something else? Up to you!

I miss your work, and even if this prompt doesn't spark something or suit your fancy, I hope to see your writing on here again soon!

All the best to you.

Oh, my dear, dear friend! My snz companion! My rare and very much missed muse!

This is a wonderful idea. I love every bit of it. Now, that being said, don’t feel like you have to use my prompt soon, or at all! Just because I’m using yours doesn’t mean you have to “repay” me. Your creative, mental, and physical health comes first.

Now, without further ado, may I proudly present:

Love’s Sick

Length: Ficlet - Fic

Rating: 13+

Genre: Caretaking, Fever, Sickness, Emotional

Content Warning(s): Crying, Nightmares, Strong Language

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“I don’t believe in magic

No stories or fairy tales

No hidden gold, or a talking stone

Or dwarves drinking their weight in ale

But if there is no magic

No mermaids in the ocean blue

Then why am I charmed into your arms

Under this spell for you?”

Simon tried to move on to the chorus, but the strings of his lute scraped as he coughed roughly into his elbow. He looked up at the duchess’s window, hoping to see her eyes peeking out through the curtains. But, though he had been there for several hours, he was completely alone in the manor’s front garden.

“Nothing wrong with…a small intermission for m’lady…” Simon rasped sitting down against a nearby cherry tree.

Sweat slicked the back of his neck, and his chest heaved with effort. Without a handkerchief or a rose or even a loving gaze to keep him going, his bard’s heart sank along with him. With a cold gust of wind, Simon felt a few raindrops fall onto his forehead.

He looked up at the swirling gray clouds. He knew he should probably find more shelter than the leafless cherry tree, but he couldn’t bring himself to rise. With a pounding head, Simon closed his eyes, letting the pattering of rain lull him.

He began to drift in and out of sleep, hearing the howling wind raindrops against the branches. But he could not rest - her eyes watched him wherever he went, teasing him with her beckoning gaze. Simon tried to reach toward her, but his body felt of lead. Even when he began to hear familiar voices tripping over each other around him, he couldn’t lift his eyes.

“Of course, on the day he decides to rest himself it rains! His empty skull is surely so flooded one could catch fish.”

“He has never fallen asleep before, not even after several pints of mead. Is he…?”

“Oh, you weeping ass, of course not! See how his breast rises? He most likely found a tavern to his liking and had a few rounds.”

“A slave to the drink, not he. He isn’t a servant to mead. But out of this gloom, we must away soon, and then we may very well see.”

“Martin’s right. We can ask him once we find shelter from the storm - he doesn’t look well.”

“I certainly hope he isn’t. Perhaps then he will learn not to trot after wealthy heirs like a slobbering lapdog.”

“Zeal…”

Simon heard Zeal sigh.

“Oh, alright. He shall receive a proper scolding once we return to the cottage. Now, you take his legs, Martin, and I his shoulders…Ferdinand, clear a path. Now, on three. One…two…”

Simon drifted off again, not waking until he felt someone’s hands feeling his face and neck as the rain poured on a thin straw roof.

“Oh dear, he’s burning up. I knew he didn’t look well - he didn’t seem himself last night either.”

“Serves him right, for making us drag him through this tempest. A chill will cull his ever-burning heart. Perhaps that will keep him out of noblewomen’s windows and the rain.”

Simon’s heart squeezed, and he felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks. Even in his sleep, he knew. His temptress laughed tauntingly. Ferdinand began to shush him, running his hands through his dampened hair.

“Shhh, Simon, Simon, it’s alright. You’re back at the cottage. We’ll draw you a bath - oh, Zeal, look what you’ve done!”

Zeal clicked his tongue in annoyance, but said nothing else. Simon heard water being poured into a pot.

“Make sure not to boil it,” Ferdinand fussed. “He needs to be cooled. Martin, you’ll hold him up, won’t you? He could drown…”

“Gah!”

Simon cried out as the shock of cold water pooled around his body. He trembled, his chill only made worse by the frigid bath. His eyes finally blinked open.

His fellow bards were scattered around him. Ferdinand, with his large, brown eyes knelt next to the tub, hands clasped over his mouth. Zeal was at the table, leaning back in their only chair, reading - or pretending to read - a pamphlet he had gotten from an up-and-coming scholar. And though Simon couldn’t see Martin, he could feel his strong arms under his own, keeping his limp body from sinking any further into the water.

“S-so…c-c-cold…” Simon chattered, his naked body trembling. His soaked clothes had somehow been made into a pile on the floor next to the tub. Zeal snorted, closing his pamphlet.

“Shall I get the scullery maid?” he murmured, only just loud enough to make himself chuckle.

Ferdinand gave Zeal one of his reproachful looks, then looked back at Simon.

“We must cool you off first,” he said. “Then we’ll wrap you up nice and warm.”

Simon was going to protest, but a sting in his nose stopped him in his tracks. Martin’s arms moved further around his chest, keeping him steady.

“hih…hiiii’YESHOOOO!”

The sneeze made the bathwater ripple around him, spraying a few droplets into the air. His nostrils ached, still twitching. Ferdinand already had a piece of cloth in hand, setting it over Simon’s nose.

“Blow.”

Simon did as he was told. By the time he was finished, his chest was heaving from the effort. He had begun to warm up again - not even the tepid water was providing any relief. His eyes closed again, the dull light from the window hurting his eyes.

“Could it be a witches curse, or a-” Simon rasped before a ragged cough overtook him. His head pounded to a beat he could no longer follow. He felt himself being lifted again, but not with Martin’s ease. He heard bed springs squeak as he was laboriously set down.

“He really is a dandy, isn’t he?” Zeal said, his voice much closer now. “Even now, he sings for one he’s never met.”

Blessedly cold hands cupped his face, and Simon sighed with relief.

“If this fever doesn’t kill you, I will myself. You lovesick fool.”

Simon shivered, and, with a resigned sigh, a soft quilt was laid on top of him.

“And then I’ll kill whomever weighs upon your heart. That gigglesome goose was most likely hiding behind the curtain, drinking up your misled affections. But she’ll sing for thee, alright - a swan song!”

Zeal flew into a passion, his namesake.

“I’ll hang her from the rafters!” he proclaimed. “With a sign announcing her misdeeds written delicately with a bitch’s blood - quite fitting, I think!”

Simon would have laughed if he had the strength to. Zeal continued, quoting Othello’s final speech, describing in detail Judith’s murder of the general, and even taking a moment to wonder aloud where he would store the body after it had taken its last breath (the forest next to an abandoned road, he reasoned, would be best).

Zeal then went a bit into fever himself, and sat down at the table to rest.

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It wasn’t long before Martin and Ferdinand had come back, burlap sacks over their shoulders. By then, Simon had opened his eyes, but could barely turn his head without wincing. Every bone in his body ached, and it took all his strength to move even a finger.

“What did get from market today, market today?” Zeal sang, whispering the rhyme as the Martin and Ferdinand came in. “What did you get from market today, oh please tell me do!”

Ferdinand set down his burlap sack, replying without pause as he emptied it. He was quiet as well, glancing at Simon.

“A witches finger, two shillings off, the broom that kept her hide aloft! A silver tray, and may I say, it looks to me quite new!”

“The devil’s eye,” Martin replied, “to future seek, a bucket that has sprung a leak, a phoenix feather, tied and tethered, to my leather boot!”

Simon opened his mouth, but nothing came out. There was a pause, until Zeal sputtered.

“Ahem, er - that’s what you found at the market today, market today? That’s what you found at the market today, treasures far and few?”

Zeal clicked his tongue sharply against the back of his teeth.

“It’s alright,” Ferdinand said, already chopping what they had really bought. “It is a bit…different this time.”

Martin cleared his throat.

“The rhythm of life falls short - the tune is missing a chord. But as all the best, our friend must rest…for he has much endured.”

“You mustn’t be so dramatic,” Zeal said, flipping to another page in his pamphlet. “You talk as if he has one foot in the grave.”

Simon’s breath caught, and he began to cough. Martin’s large hands lifted him by the underarms and sat him up against the bed board, patting him on the back. His head swam from the blood rushing to it, and he could swear he heard a woman’s tittering.

“Diana?” he mumbled, before starting to cough again. Martin held him up with one hand, and felt his forehead with another.

“Should we draw another bath?” Ferdinand asked, the vegetables long forgotten. “Or perhaps light the fire? Oh dear, he hasn’t eaten since this morning, has he? Aren’t you supposed to starve a cold?”

Simon could almost see her feather fan, her sharp eyes only just peeking over the edges. Her gown shimmering like the night sky around her thin frame. Her ruby lips pursed as she whispered to the others.

What a beautiful nightmare.

A chill overtook him, and his entire body shivered - from fear or fever, he couldn’t tell. He made a strangled sound, almost collapsing in on himself.

“Simon!”

His chest heaved in what little breath he could, and began to cry, tears pooling down his red cheeks. She was so close, and yet so far. Yet again, his heart had been dropped.

And this time, it had finally shattered.

A cloth began dabbing away at his face.

“The fever is only getting worse,” Ferdinand said. “We can’t go to town - not in this storm! He won’t make it that far!”

Simon grasped at Martin’s shirt. He couldn’t be alone. Not now.

Suddenly, Simon felt himself being shifted to the side, then up. He came to rest on Martin’s chest.

“This chill isn’t caught from the rain - it’s an ill of a love ungained. With the warmth of a friend, and a soft hand to tend, his health will soon be regained.”

It wasn’t long before Simon’s chill subsided, and he calmed from Martin’s steady breaths. A squeak of the bed springs, and Ferdinand joined them, his arm only barely able to reach Simon’s side.

There was a silence, then yet another sigh from Zeal.

“If I awake with a single sniffle…”

The threat was left unfinished, and they were soon comfortably curled around each other, quilt only just fitting the three of them.

The rain fell much into the night - and even then, the musicians slept, their only sound a soft snoring.

@perfectpaperbluebirds

[mads-weasley]

Rainstorms

Poe Dameron x Wife!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a while but I never finished it! I do not own any of these characters except (y/n). I always love hearing from y'all! Enjoy!

Summary: After a stressful mission, you and Poe finally have a night to relax, but things take an unexpected turn.

Warnings: mentions of war, sickness, but mostly tooth rotting fluff

Prompts: “you’re going to get sick.” “it’s okay. you’ll take care of me anyway.” “that was a stupid idea.” “i know.” “then why did you do it?” “so that you’d do it with me.”

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

When (y/n) finally entered her quarters on base, it was like a weight had lifted off her shoulders. Her and Poe had been gone on a mission for months, and it was great to finally be home. On the way back, Poe had seen how tired she was and offered to take care of debriefing the General for the pair so she could go rest.

Throwing down her things on the couch, she went into their bedroom and quickly changed out of her uniform into more comfy clothes. This consisted of some shorts and one of Poe's shirts that was almost a dress on her. She smelled the shirt, smiling at her husband's scent she loved so much. It was just a mix of machine oil and cologne, but to her, it smelled like heaven.

Even though the couple were on the mission together, it was different than just being at home together. They had to constantly watch their backs and were never allowed to fully relax. This was why they were both so tired. (Y/n) yawned and slid into the bed, taking it as a sign to sleep. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

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As Poe was leaving the debriefing, his eyes began to burn with the need for sleep. It had taken him longer than usual to relay all the information to the General. Approaching the door, he knew that (y/n) was probably sleeping soundly in their bed, so he entered as quietly as he could.

As he opened it, a soft smile appeared on his face. Just as he had predicted, his loving wife was quietly snoring, mouth wide open, laying on his pillow. He quickly changed out of his mission clothes into sweatpants, deciding to go shirtless. Walking over to her side of the bed, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and chuckled when he saw she was wearing his shirt.

He silently got into bed and snuggled up to her back, putting an arm over her small body. (Y/n) shifted, before seemingly waking up.

"How'd the debrief go?" she asked sleepily.

Poe pulled her closer to him, gently rubbing his thumb across her hip. "How about I tell you in the morning? Go back to sleep, sweetheart."

A few moments later, soft snores filled the room once again, and Poe fell asleep to the steady sound of his wife's breathing.

~

When Poe awoke, he groaned, glancing at the alarm clock. 2:39 AM. Even though he was still exhausted, he and (y/n) were used to the time zones of Aeos Prime, the outer-rim planet they had spent the last couple months on for their mission. He felt around the bed for his wife but felt nothing except empty sheets. Pulling off the covers, he padded over towards their back door, which was glass and led to the patio that was theirs and theirs alone. Being a commander had its perks at times.

As he approached the door, he heard the soft patter of raindrops falling on the roof of the base. (Y/n) liked rainstorms because they helped relieve her stress and anxiety, which were almost ever-present in their line of work. Looking through the door, what he saw reminded him of when he fell in love with the free-spirited (y/n) (y/l/n) all those years ago on Yavin 4. She was currently laying down on the patio floor, getting soaked by the rain.

He opened the door slightly, letting out a shudder when he felt the cold air infiltrate their warm room. Opening it a little further, he stuck his head out of it.

"(Y/n/n), you're gonna get sick." he said in a kind voice.

(Y/n) laughed quietly. "It's okay, Poe. You'll take care of me anyway."

Sighing, he grabbed a sweatshirt and joined her. When the drops first hit him, they felt as cold as ice, but he tried to not let it bother him. As he laid on his back next to her, she gave him a slightly blue-lipped smile.

For the next few minutes, the couple just laid there. At one point, (y/n) asked Poe about the debrief, and he thoughtfully explained how the information they gained helped to fill the holes in some other intel the Resistance had gathered. Halfway through his spiel, he glanced over to find her shivering, but fast asleep.

Turning onto his side, he admired her sleeping figure for a few moments. It was rare that they got any time to themselves, so this was a welcomed oddity. He softly stroked her wet (y/h/c) hair before picking her up bridal style, bringing her into their apartment. Poe woke her gently and helped her dry off and change into some dry clothes as she sat on their bed, still half asleep. Once she was settled, he helped her under the covers, laying extra blankets on her side of the bed. When Poe finally came to bed after drying off himself, a sigh escaped his lips.

"That was a stupid idea."

"I know." she whispered, in and out of sleep.

He glanced over towards her with a goofy smile. "Then why'd you do it?"

Turning over in the bed, (y/n)’s speech slurred as she fell asleep once again. "So that you'd do it with me."

[jackrrabbit]

🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

[jeongvision]

unconditional love

synopsis. if you were to ask yourself, ‘when did you realize that you were in love with lee jeno?’, you wouldn’t know how to respond. in fact, there was never a moment where you weren’t in love with him. but what happens when he asks you the same question? you might have to take a rain check, literally.

pairing. best friend! lee jeno ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff, humor, childhood friends au, friends to lovers au

word count. 1.6k

warnings. none! but highkey though this made me fall in love with jeno :(

song. walking in the rain by chancellor & younha

author’s note. happy birthday @sehunniepotwrites​!​ not sure if this is fluffy enough for you but hope you enjoy this lil blurb! cheers to another one of your milestones and many more in life!

ps. there are two lines in this fic that are from a poem written by e.e. cummings! not going to say which ones or the title of the poem bc it might spoil future plans i have oop

You were one of the few fortunate people on the planet to still be friends with someone from your childhood. To have so many worthwhile memories shared with someone must be cherished at all cost. And many times were you afraid that Jeno might get tired of being friends with you, but being the ethereal person he is, he casted all your worries away and assured you that he had no plans on leaving you any time soon.

And perhaps somewhere down the line, the love you had for him went far beyond what people would label as ‘friendship,’ and dared enough to say, you were in love with him. If a stranger were to describe how you looked whenever you were with him, many would describe you to be enamored.

And if you happened to be enamored for your childhood friend, then so be it.

You fear no fate, for he is your fate, your sweet.

“Can I ask you something, y/n?”

Currently, you two are sat outside of a café near your home: 7 Dreams. It was a beautiful day out, the sun warming the air around you, flutters of clouds scattered throughout the blue sky. You expressed your desires to Jeno earlier that you wanted to sit out on the tables they placed outside their shop. It has been a little chilly from the past few days with occasional rain showers here and there, and you want nothing more than to relish in the warm weather after days of being forced into the solitude of your home.

“Sure. What is it?”

But before you could take a sip of your green tea latte, you’re thrown off by his question.

“When did you first fall in love with me?”

Your fingers stilled at the ceramic handle of your mug. You didn’t know what brought that question to the latter’s mind. Granted, you two have had your fair shares of flirtations and courtship, but never acted beyond past it. It was all done with jest, as you two would put it. You could easily lie to him, saying that you only saw him as a friend, but never to yourself; your heart betrays you with palpitations and inclinations for your best friend from just the mere thought of him.

You forced a stoic expression on your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He huffs out a breath from your response.

“Y/n, there’s no point in trying to hide it. I’ve known you for almost my whole life, so I know when you’re lying to me. The look you give me is different from how you looked at Johnny when you two were together.”

A snort escapes from your lips.

“And what does my ex have to do with this?” You could see a teasing grin poke through his demeanor, prompting an eye roll from you.

“So you admit that you do look at me differently then.”

“No, Jeno, I am not admitting to anything. And even if I did look at you differently, how would you know if I was in love with you?”

“Because you would’ve denied it by now. And right now, you’re just stepping around the question.”

You squint your eyes a little, to which Jeno does the same back.

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy now? How about when I asked you for the name of the person you liked a couple years back?”

And so, his eyebrows rise a little at your bold question, head tilted a little to the side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters.

You couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh, your head shaking from disbelief.

“Oh, don’t fake naivety, Jeno. Senior prom, when we were each other’s date because you ‘didn’t receive any prom-posals from anyone’, when I knew fully well that you received many of them from both guys AND girls. You just denied them all.”

You could clearly play the memory out in the back of your head, a movie projector showcasing your youthful-self slow dancing with a bashful Jeno in the middle of the dance floor, your arms wrapped his neck and his hands on your waist. Both of your feet moved in sync with one another, eyes searching within the depths of each other’s soul, oblivious of the whispers and stares around you that spoke nothing short but envy for the sight that laid before them is one worth capturing.

“We were dancing to Hearts Don’t Break Around Here. You know, the one by Ed Sheeran?” you followed.

His smile grows fond at the memory of it.

“Oh, we’re in love, aren’t we?”

“Jeno!” You give a light slap on his forearm and he laughs at your response. “Now is not the time to start saying song lyrics!”

It’s a wonder how you managed to last this long from professing your feelings out to him. You two did almost everything together and experienced many firsts together. First road trip together, first beach date together - you even experienced your first pet purchase together. So what’s stopping you from confessing to him?

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that I have a feeling that you’re in love with me,” you said.

There’s a glint in his eyes filled with mirth.

“And how can you be so sure?”

“Because of the way you look at me?”

“And it’s the same way as how you look at me?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure.”

“So you admit that you’re in love with me.”

Before you could continue on with your playful banter, you stopped yourself short. You take a moment to process his words in. Wait, did he just? Your words get caught in your throat. Did he just admit that he feels the same way towards me?

He notices your shock and uses this moment to his advantage to continue on, each word laced with certainty.

“If you’re saying that the way you look at me is the same as how I look at you, then that means that you are in love with me, because I don’t know how else to say that I am very much in love with you, y/n.”

Heat resonates all throughout your body. Your heart beats erratically and you’re at loss of words. Flustered you are, but who wouldn’t be? For years, you’ve pinned after your best friend, hoping for the day to come where he reciprocates your feelings. You had an inkling that he had some sort of romantic feelings for you as he always seemed to reject everyone’s relationship proposal, justifying his reasoning to be that there’s already someone he likes.

“Who is it?”

“An angel.”

“What’s their name?”

“Something pretty.”

“Jeno.”

“Y/n.”

And you just drop the conversation like that, frustrated by his vague answers. But nevertheless, you could never get tired of him. Something about him gravitates you towards him, the feelings you’ve harbored in secrecy burning brighter than ever whenever you’re by his side. He’s not perfect, but to you, he’s the best thing to appear in your life. From the crinkling of his eyes to the sweet smiles of his lips to the red tint of his neck and ears.

You want no world, for he is your entire world, your true.

“Look, it’s raining.”

Breaking out of your reverie, you look up to Jeno to see him peering out on the streets. You follow suit to see raindrops falling onto the pavement. It slowly gains momentum, growing heavier and louder with each passing second. Fortunately, you two are shielded from the rain with the veranda attached to the cafe. The sun peaks through the crevices of the clouds, still lighting the world around you with a subtle rainbow blossoming up into the spring sky.

You hear Jeno let out a laugh, bringing your attention back to him. There’s a wistful smile on his face when he asks you, “Remember when we were little, we would always run out in the rain on the concrete and just jump around? Pretend that we were in some kind of movie?”

You mirror his expression, your mind replaying a distant memory you shared with him.

“Our parents would always yell at us for that, saying we’ll get sick if we don’t stop.”

Your gaze trails back out onto the pavements. Then, you felt an itch in your fingers, an itch in your feet. Not literally, but you have this sudden urge to move. To dance. To celebrate. To relive those moments once more.

It’s almost as if the stars were aligned at that moment and heard your wishes, because you see Jeno get up from his seat and take a step forward and immerse himself out into the rain. His entire figure instantly gets drenched from the falling raindrops, not caring for a single second that he might catch a cold from his actions. Before you could call out to him, he looks back at you with a grin, and perhaps it might be your most favorite accessory he wears on himself.

He offers his hand out to you.

“May I have this dance, ma chérie?”

You’re taken back to the same distant memory again. Every single time, without fail, young Jeno would always ask for your hand to dance with him under the rain, to which you would always oblige with, “Well, of course mon cher.” But this time, you decide to switch it up a little.

You stand up from your seat and step closer to your best friend, a push away from falling victim to the rain with him. Your pupil flourishes with adoration for the man that stands before you.

“Only if you hold onto my hand, mon cher.”

He raises an eyebrow at your proposition. Amused he is, for there is a sliver of smirk adorned on his lips.

“Is that a threat, ma chérie?”

If Jeno were to ask you again when you first fell in love with him...

“It’s an invitation, mon cher.”

… you would say that you were always in love with him.

“If it’s like that, then I’d never let you go.”

[monsoonblooms12]

Sirimiri (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: Reminisces of their first meet from Ethan's POV. Based on OH Book 1 Chapter 1

Sirimiri: (Spanish) A light drizzle, a fine rain🌧

A/N: This is like a band-aid to the hearts I hurt with the Brydia fic on Sat. This is total fluff and has rains, so I hope this nonsense brings a smile to your faces🤎

A/N 2: The flashback portions are indented

Loads of thanks to the amazing @jamespotterthefirst for pre-reading! Love you🤎

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤎

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Dr Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 1.8 K

Rating: General

Category: Fluff

Triggers: A few curse words (Just 1 or 2)

Prompts: @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 25: Bliss

A soft breeze blew through his dark brown hair as Ethan sat next to the window, reading one of those detective novels Pooja rambled about endlessly.

And, not that he would admit it to her in any way, he liked the storytelling. Pooja had told him that the stories were originally written for teens, so he was doubtful that it would appeal to him.

But the books had been written in a way that captured the attention of the old and young alike, breaking through the barriers of age.

As the rain began the rhythm of serenity in the background, he took the bookmark and placed it on page no. 45 of Incident on the Kalka Mail.

The rain was soft, gentle and refreshing. He envisioned her, sitting on Alex's couch, watching the rain as Alex played with Comet & Jenner. She was always fascinated by the rain, staring endlessly at it, and bearing that one dimpled smile he was a fan of.

He got up, went to the balcony, and leant on the railing. Occasional water droplets fell on his forehead and cheeks, making it an enjoyable experience.

His balcony bore a multi-chromatic view with the brown of the earthen pots, the green of the plantlets, splattered with occasional whites, pinks and blues of the vivid flowers. All of them planted by Pooja when she moved in here.

She bears the love of gardening in her traits, he thought. Ethan was amazed when he went to Panchmarhi for the first time and saw the vibrant garden her father had grown all around their house, making it majestic and serene at the same time.

Pooja came into his life like an unannounced shower of rain. Just like her arrival made his balcony's melancholy monochrome full of hues of colours, her love made his life multi-hued with the colours of emotions, feelings and care. Life was a bliss for every moment she spent with him.

One after the other, doors of memories opened. Memories that no matter how much he had strived to forget, refused to leave him. And at this moment, he was grateful for them. A light chuckle escaped him as he thought,

Their memories were as stubborn as both of them were.

Like pages of an old journal, remembrances presented themselves before him and he got lost in them, in her, as the rain accelerated from a drizzle to a mild downpour. But Ethan didn't leave his spot. He was too drenched in her to care about the rain.

Slowly the last pages of the memoir of his brain took him to the first day of their meet. A distant memory, but yet crystal clear before his blue orbs. Nothing was particularly significant on that day. Just another day of handling cases and dealing with petty interns.

But there was one. One person due to whom that day still stands atop the others in his life.

It really started like any other regular day. After taking Jenner for a walk, feeding him his Purina ProPlan and becoming the recipient of his numerous licks that brightened up his day, he got ready.

Get a Vienna at the Derry Roasters was his mental note for the morning.

The smooth cinnamon-y taste enamoured his taste buds, as he internally groaned at the sudden remembrance of what day it was.

This day, every year, was the one he dreaded the most.

Why? One would ask.

Because it was the day a fresh batch of petty interns came to test his patience.

Ugh. Mental eye roll.

That's why he made sure that he got his favourite coffee from his favourite coffee shop and grab on any last moments of solace before going to face the mad troupe.

The sun dazzled overhead, glaring at everyone under its blanket. Ethan's mind kept fluctuating between the medical cases and the agony of facing new interns. Step by step, he made his pace quicker, hoping to get to his office before any "fans" started pestering him.

Even today Ethan hated interns just as much as he did 3 years ago.

Or, did he? Oh, whom was he kidding?

His mind, still could not comprehend how, a single person, waltzed into his life and had such a profound effect in every sphere of his character, slowly, tactfully carving him into a new man.

A tolerant man.

Who knew how it felt to be loved.

Who knew how to love.

The two days, today and the first of her intern year, were such a stark contrast to each other.

The blazing sun vs. the drumming rain. The coldness of him vs. his warmness today. The frown of that day vs. the smile of today.

Two different worlds, two different times and two different circumstances.

How grateful he was to become the man he was today.

He still remembers the spontaneous name he called her that day.

That one nickname stuck as a token of his feelings all through the years.

Rookie.

When he called her Rookie that day, he meant it.

She was an intern, after all.

"Hey. Rookie. Get in here."

Ethan wasn't paying attention to her. He needed an accomplice and saw her, hence called her.

She had the eyes of a diagnostician, he collected. To notice a mild bruise on the patient on the first day of your residence, that too when you have just arrived is not something many would have been able to do.

He knew from personal experience, that half of them would have been complimenting him when there was goddamn patient to save.

He hated them.

But the first day jitters did get her after all. Her hand trembled with the scalpel in it.

And without much thought, he took it in his.

It was the first and last time he did that with an intern.

How foolish he was, Ethan realizes as he makes himself a cup of hot chocolate.

Nah, not quite as delicious as Poo's, but works.

She was an exception to every one of his rules.

He had made her an exception before even realizing it.

"...Sharma." He scoffed, fury rising through his veins.

Tossing back her ID, he went around, muttering just a single "Arrogant interns" as he heeled back to his office.

The faint mutter of her "What an asshole" had reached him, and he scoffed.

Why are all these interns the same?

He is marking the differences, he thinks.

The differences between how it was then, and how it is now.

The fury of "What an asshole" now subdued to a normal remark she teased him with, ending up in chuckles.

One of the most fascinating incidents, for him, was the Barbara episode.

He had tried being strict, pleasant, stubborn, but nothing, at all, had made her take the meds.

That is, until Pooja came, like the flick of a magic wand, and made her take them.

"What is the blood group of an author?"

"Type-O!"

Memory brightened with the stupid joke she had made with so much enthusiasm made him chuckle.

If there's something that hasn't changed, it's Pooja's sense of humour.

Ethan thought of going out for a walk. A pluvious shower spread a scotch-mist all around, and he thought against it.

Always during monsoons, Pooja made it a point to walk around the city, splashing and dancing in the rain, especially if the rain was a heavy downpour.

It reminded her of the eternal, melodious, torrential cloudbursts that enveloped the hills of Panchmarhi throughout the year.

And Ethan? He would be standing in the very same balcony he was moving towards now, watching her enjoy and feeling her enjoyment reciprocate in himself.

The film roll of reminiscences projected on the misty atmosphere as the vinyl played a harmonious melody of her laughter, the splashes of water and the pitter-patter of the raindrops.

The image is vivid in front of his eyes. He spots the faint dimples on her wet cheeks and his heart dances.

For a moment he forgot that it was just a picture cast by the projector of his encephalon.

Just like he was drenched in the rain, he was drenched in her love.

He had never felt all alive as he does at the moment.

He lets the mist envelop him, just like her memories enveloped his senses.

Relaxing against the cool air refreshing his skin and heart.

"You remembered?", Pooja asks, surprise and curiosity evident in her musical tone.

"Just paying attention." Again that dazzling smile appeared on his face and the dimpled one on hers.

If he had paid attention to his soul that day, he would have sensed the butterflies that erupted in his stomach.

He is still not sure why, or how he remembered her name when he had never made an effort to do so with any other intern, especially on their first day.

It's as if his mind knew that this name would become the jewel of his life, the beauty of his soul, and it stored it, kept it safely between the silken folds of memory.

The thunder crackled and the storm raged. Zeus must be having a good time up there, Ethan scoffed as he hurried indoors.

The thunderstorm was playing a fortissimo orchestra and amidst it, he failed to hear the repetitive chime of his phone on the night stand. It was when he saw the lit screen of the notorious cuboid, that he understood someone phoned.

It was Pooja. With 5 missed calls.

Fuck.

He called her back. It didn't even ring once before he heard her speak from the other side.

Ethan! Oh, God, I was fucking scared. Open the goddamn door!

He mentally smacked himself as he proceeded to the main entryway.

As soon as he heard the click, Jenner pounced up and down. He leapt upon him and licked him all over as Pooja entered, chuckling without a breath.

She loved her boys more than anything.

Once Jenner calmed down, he trotted off to the kitchen in search of any buffets Ethan would have arranged for him.

Pooja locked her arms around Ethan's neck, evidently worried, "Why were you not opening the door, E?"

Ethan brought her close, wrapping his arm around her waist, touching his forehead to her, which he knew would bring an instant calm over her elegant features.

Giving the most ravishing smile Pooja had ever seen, he whispered "Drowned in a certain someone's remembrances."

She gave him a playful wink, "Drowned in love, Dr Ramsey? Oh, What a Misery! My Intern Year Dr Ramsey would never..."

And they both chuckled. Intern Year Dr Ramsey would never.

Placing the most gentle kiss on her forehead, he locked her hand in his,

Let's get something to eat?

PS: Thank you so much for reading my mess and I hope you have a great day ahead🤎

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[youngbeezer]

kissing in the rain with alex turcotte

Referenced Post

Prompt -- 1. Kissing in the rain (w Alex Turcotte)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. This one was very fun to write!

Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)

Word Count: 977

Warning(s): A curse word maybe I forget, but other than that just super fluffy!

“I have been in Los freaking Angeles for three days, and you have not taken me to the beach once. What’s that all about?” I pointed out to my best friend.

If you couldn’t tell by now, I am currently visiting my best friend Alex in LA this week. We are just your typical best friends who grew next door to each other and literally did everything together. Oh yeah, and I may or may not be in love with him…

I think I realized I was in love with him when he left to go play hockey at the NTDP in Michigan. We went from literally doing everything together, to only being able to communicate through a screen. We still got to see each other in the summers and I did visit once or twice, but it was always bittersweet knowing that I got to see him in person just to then see him leave all over again. It was also hard to not just blurt out how I feel about him every time I saw him in person. That is now my current predicament during this trip. I think I have almost blurted out ‘I love you’ to him like twenty times, and I’ve only been here three days.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Alex chuckling.

“You hate the beach.” He chimed in.

“I hate the sand. And, besides.. I feel like California sand is so much better.” I expressed back.

He sarcastically rolled his eyes at me and replied back, “Alright. Well let’s go now, I think it might rain later.”

“Does it even rain in LA?”

“Oh my god let’s go.”

….

“I felt a raindrop”

I reach over to Alex’s towel and lightly smack him on the arm. “Shut up, no you didn’t”

He gives me a little pout and whines out, “Okay well I’m bored,” drawing out the ‘r’ for more effect.

“We’ve been here for like 15 minutes. I haven’t even gotten through one chapter of my book yet!” I replied incredulously. I decide to flip over onto my stomach to get into a better position to read my book in. Noticing Alex’s silence, I look back over to him to find him already with his eyes on me. I immediately start to blush under his gaze before stammering out,

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

It’s like he snaps out of a trance at my words. He clears his throat before asking, “Can we at least go in the water?” Completely ignoring my question.

“No I wanna at least finish this chap-”

I abruptly stop my sentence when I see Alex jump up and make his way towards me.

“No! No stop, I swear to God Alex.” I warn.

My pleas do nothing to slow him down because next thing I know I’m being thrown over his shoulder.

“Put me down Lex.” I whine.

“Sorry, not gonna happen babe.” I try to ignore the tingly feeling that shoots through my whole body at the nickname he used. Once again I’m taken out of my jumbled thoughts when I feel a drop of wetness hit the back of my thigh. I look up to notice that we are still nowhere near the ocean yet.

“Wait! Wait, wait. I think I felt a raindrop.”

He halts his movements at my words and looks up at the sky. He slowly sets me back onto the ground while mumbling out, “Yeah, I don’t think those dark clouds were there earlier.”

Next thing I knew it was absolutely down pouring.

I let out a little shriek at the unexpected raindrops that first hit my skin. I look up to find Alex smiling at me and I let out a little chuckle.

“Told you.” He gloated, screaming a little to be heard over the loud pouring rain.

I let out another chuckle. I throw my arms up and look up into the sky letting the rain droplets cascade down my face. A smile overtakes my face as the rain cools my body on this warm day. I slowly start spinning around, taking in all my surroundings. I notice the elderly couple who were sitting a few feet away from us huddled under an umbrella (old people are always so prepared); the group of teenagers sprinting into the streets trying to find shelter; and families with children who are running around splashing and having a blast in the rain.

I spin all the way back around to face Alex with a huge grin still overtaking my face. I go to say something but am cut off as Alex blurts out,

“I love you.”

I freeze.

“I love you.” He says much more softly now, making his way over to me. “God, I’ve loved you since we were like fourteen years old. I didn’t want to scare you away or ruin this friendship-- because meeting you has been one of the best things that has happened to me-- but I just can’t hold onto it anymore. I had to let you know how I feel--”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Guess he didn’t need to be told twice because the next second Alex is crashing his lips onto mine. They work in perfect synchrony like we were molded for each other.

I’ve pictured this exact moment happening dozens of times, but nothing would have prepared me for the feeling it gave me. Knowing that Alex had the same feelings for me this entire time was definitely bittersweet, but at that moment I could care less and I savored every second our lips moved as one.

It’s like we were lost in a bubble of time and space, completely forgetting about the heavy waterfalls.

Moving my hands to his neck, I reluctantly break our lips apart and breathed out,

“I love you too.”

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[camslightstories]

Tolerate it - Part 4

Notes: Here is the part everyone waited for. I have been receiving so much love from you guys, and I don't know how to thank you. You guys are completely utterly amazing, and I cant wait to give you guys more of this story. I think i can write part 5 in a day, idk, but I will try my best for you guys. 

Thank you so much for your love, it means the world to me. I receive any type of feedback, comments or request, I posted a prompt list so you guys can have a little idea for your request but if it is your own then I have no problem writing it.

Thank you again for reading, I hope you like it.

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

24 hours before

The raindrops overwhelmed the streets of National City. The overwhelming sound of the rain falling was heard all around the city. The way the cold breeze moved the trees. The light of the posts illuminating the city during the cold and rainy night.

You were happily cleaning the decoration table, as you hummed to the melody that has been in your head the whole day. JJ, your boss came walking laughing when she saw your mood. “Why is my favorite pastry chef so happy may I ask” 

“First of all, I'm your only chef, and well like you know I finally cracked it. The lemon pie cake recipe, Lena loves so much. It was a success boss I made four cakes and they are all gone, third I got Lena's favorite flowers and favorite pastry, fourth I don't know, I think that is it” You stopped cleaning before showing her the flowers you had gotten earlier that day, and then the other box with the cake while smiling widely.

The blonde looked at you before sighing, you had worked with her for 5 years now, and she had seen you in the past with Barry and now Lena. She cared about you in her own way, you were her principal chef and somehow you became her friend. The blonde said as she closed the register walking to get her things.“Never change, Danvers.”.

You nodded and kept cleaning and organizing your workspace. Lena never leaves your mind, you knew you had to talk to your sisters and your girlfriend soon because it had been two weeks since the school decided to fire you since they found a better fitting music teacher.

The fact that you worked your ass off in the school, so the children could have the best of you, wasn't enough for them, and it hurt you. What other things have you done, are doing, or will do that are not going to be enough?

Like the time you worked on a project for 6 months straight, not taking care of yourself, working in three jobs, going out of line to make sure the movie sample was perfect. Trying to achieve your dreams, only for the executive director to call you one morning to tell you, they had found some else, someone better. 

It scared you to think about the fact that Lena may find someone else, you knew she deserved everything she wanted and needed it, she deserves someone who was smart, stable, powerful, someone strong who can give her anything, someone without trust or abandonment issues, someone perfect for her, and you had a long way to be that person for her. 

But every time she had seen your insecurities, she had come and reassured you every single thing, she had made your insecurities go away. She had made you feel worthy and perfect for her. But your insecurities had always been a part of you and somehow Lena worked in every step of the way with you.

Your boos whistle pulling out of your thoughts, before making you look up as she threw the store keys for you to close before she concluded “You are way too deep kid”

You murmured as you looked at the raindrops. “How could I not? she is my everything”

The rain covered you completely as you rode your bicycle, the coat on your basket covering the pastries boxes and the flowers. The way your cold shirt cling to you, and your socks getting wetter every time you passed through a puddle. Your soaked hair taking over parts of your face, as you felt the cold breeze hit your face, your breathing became stronger when you started to feel the freezing temperature.

Before entering the lobby of the large building, you tried to get rid of the extra water from your clothing, but it seems impossible. Grabbing the things you entered and smiled when you felt the warm temperature. You watched the clock and noticed the time it was 8:35 PM, meaning it took you over 10minutes to get there. 

Mr. Simmons, the doorkeeper of the penthouse chuckled at you, you were too stubborn to take a taxi or let Lena’s driver, Mr. Smith, to drive you even when it is dangerous outside, you had always preferred to ride your bike. 

After Jeremiah, your dad died, and you felt your world crashing down, you didn't want help. You kept quiet about your feelings, trying to comfort your loved ones, every time you felt you need space to open up alone, you rode your bicycle to the beach and sat for hours thinking, and crying. After a time your bike was the only way you went to places alone, it was the way you remember it was okay to be alone and to be hurting as long as the ones you love are okay and happy.

“Ms. Danvers, good evening,” The man said as he called the elevator for you.

You rolled your eyes at your name, before speaking “Good evening Simmons, we have talked about this call me Y/N, we have known each other for 3 years” 

The old man responded as he chuckled, maintaining the elevator open for you.“Yes miss-...Y/N, I hope you don't get sick”

You mention as you walked inside, giving him boxes with various types of cheesecakes smiling.“I hope so too, Simmons. Here this is for you ” 

“Thank you Y/N, have a great night,” The man said waving at you.

You yelled when the door began to close, the old man nodded and smiled at you. “You are welcome! good night and say hi to your family for me”

Each floor of the building was elegant, classy, and minimalist. The soft LED lights on the top and bottom corners of the corridors, the way the blue and gray color made pop up the white vintage doors. 

You took the key chain out of your pocket, putting the security code in, waiting for the green light meaning you could put the key card in. The keychain was simple, it had the keycard and a polaroid photo of you and Lena, the day you moved in. Lena was laughing at something and you were looking at her as if she had brought down the moon for you. 

You entered with difficulty at the apartment trying to not let anything fall as you spoke before you stopped completely when you saw your girlfriend in one of the bar stools drinking wine.“Baby, I'm home! Sorry it took me a while but it was raining and I tried my best on the bicycle, nut that is not important, what is important in that I have something for you, you are not going to believe me when I tell you that after 3 years of dating you and knowing your favorite cake, I cracked the recipe- ”

You didn't even think about anything else, you immediately turned to her side, putting all of the things on the kitchen aisle, as you asked worriedly while checking her for any types of injuries.“Lee? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Do you want anything?-”

“I need to tell you something” Your girlfriend interrupted with a tone, you swear you have never heard from her. It was cold but at the same time vulnerable. She glances at the wine glass, not looking at you.

Pain and worries flashed through your eyes when you felt the sudden change of attitude. You felt the wall she had put between you guys when you entered the apartment, no greeting, kiss, or hug. It felt like you were nobody. That morning everything was perfect. Why is this happening now? Why the sudden change?.

You started to say before stopping, taking her in. She was not okay and she needs you now. It didn't matter if you would wake up tomorrow sick, what matter was that Lena was okay.“Lee do you mind if i- you know what that doesn't matter, you are first.”

You quickly went to one of the bar stools and sat down facing Lena. You went to grab her hands, and she quickly put them away from you. There was the moment you knew the hurt in your eyes could be seen by everyone.

You cleared your throat, shaking away the tears that were overwhelming your eyes before speaking, as carefully and softly as possible.“What's up? What did you want to tell me, Lena?”

“Kara told me she loves me” After a few seconds of silence, she took another sip of her glass before admitting.

Your stomach drops. Your throat was caught. You stopped breathing. You felt the world fall down on you. You saw how every piece of the future you had imagined left in the late nights. You knew what was going to happen, just because you studied film doesn't mean you can't solve a simple riddle. You knew the other shoe was going to drop.

You whispered incoherently, still not being able to think or speak “Ohh- i...I didn't- Ummm”

When Lena cleared her throat and her glance and yours connected waiting for an answer. You whispered softly not figuring out what to say “I didn't know”

The silence overwhelmed you. You felt your chest tighten. Your sense of cold and wet clothes in yourself became uncomfortable. The smell of the wine made you nauseous. The way you felt your mouth to go dry. Your eyes blinked away the tears, but the hurt in them couldn't go away. Your hands closing tingly almost cutting blood with your nails. You knew you had lost her, but did you lose her if you never really had her.

“Can you say something?” Lena said with anxiety in her voice, you could see her walls slowly coming down. 

You pulled away from her glance, painfully looking around the apartment not wanting for her to see the pain in your eyes. As your eyes ranked around the apartment memories of the two of you came running through your head as you responded quietly, pained and hesitant of the answer ”Do you...?”

You went, you heard her sigh again, you knew everything was over. You closed your eyes hoping it was all a nightmare, that this wasn't happening, that Lena loved you, and that she wanted to be with you, not someone else, someone better.“Somehow, deep down I felt the same, and that came crashing down”

When the words finally fell out of her lips, all you felt was pain and emptiness. There wasn't anything else but it. You knew you had lost everything, your light, your heart, your world. Right there you had empathized with Kara’s feelings after leaving Krypton. 

You kept your eyes closed, putting yourself together knowing that if you did or said the wrong thing, Kara and Lena would not be happy. And how selfish of you could be, to make two of your favorite people in the world to hurt. You wouldn't do that, to anyone less to your sister and the love of your life.

You knew Kara was better for her, Kara had a stable job, a great personality, a status that can be compared to Lena’s, She had superpowers, she is Supergirl, She was out of this world literally. For Rao’s sake how could she not want her instead of you, she was perfect.

You who was only a 24-year-old woman. You who studied film school but weren't good enough to get a job in your field. You who played soccer and basketball in high school but weren't good enough to make it to college. You who could barely survive in National City with two jobs. You who the school fired because you weren't a good enough music teacher. You who worked at a bakery as the pastry chef. You with trust and abandonment issues. You who had some much baggage because of your past relationships. You who were scared of the dark as a grown woman. You with self-esteem issues.You who were broken. 

You wouldn't be good enough for anything and less Lena Luthor, the good Luthor, a genius, the CEO of one of the most important companies in the world. How could you ever be enough for her?

You took a deep breath before opening your eyes, to see the two eyes you felt more in love with every day staring at you, waiting for your reaction. Lena had thought she was subtle but you saw the fear in her eyes, as tears overwhelmed them. There was the border, you would never want Lena to cry, or Lena to be other than happy and okay. 

You whispered as you slowly got up from the stool putting it back, taking her in, one last time. The weight of the world in your shoulders as you did. “Okay” 

Your eyes examined her hair, as you remember how many times you had comfortably run your hand through her hair after a long day. You saw her nose and remembered how many times you had softly leaned in, sharing an Eskimo kiss. You looked at her eyebrows as you remembered every time she had raised them, when you did something childish funny, before laughing with you. Her cheeks made you remember every time you would make her laugh as the dimples came out. Her lips remained you of every kiss, every time she would ground you with only one breath when you were panicking.

“You know, you two deserve the whole universe, and I know Kara will give it to you, as you will do with her. I know she will give you everything I couldn't, and that she is the better option. I mean we are talking about Kara, she is perfect. What isn't it to love?”Lena was perfect for you, but you knew you had to let go, for her and Kara to be happy. You concluded before walking to the door not bothering to take any of your belongings.

Lena watched you as you walked away in silence, her glance burning in the back of your neck. It was a second before grabbing the doorknob, with tears threatening to come out and a hitched breath you spoke with a sad smile.“You deserved all the happiness in the world, I will come for my things tomorrow morning, I wish you the very best Miss. Luthor”

The moment you closed the door, the world came down on you. Everything was gone. You didn't know what was going to happen to you, you knew you wouldn't go to Alex and any less Kara. You couldn't blame your sister, it was Lena you were talking about. She was perfect, she was the person you fell in love with after 3 months of dating. And you couldn't blame Lena for not wanting Kara. She was royalty, she was perfect, she was the sun, and you were not.

You just knew you had to be okay...for them.

[heavenlyhaechan]

A Fateful Delay

Pairing: Jaehyun x Gn!Reader 

Genre: friends to strangers to lovers au, fluff, 

Word Count: 4.1k 

Warnings: swearing, kissing, lots of dialogue 

Rating: PG-13? 

Note: Happy birthday nct aquarius boy 5/5! Forewarning I am an amateur tarot reader, so if it’s not entirely accurate *shrugs* Heavily inspired by Jaehyun’s I like me better cover video. (p.s. you’re a real one if you recognize the book quotes.) 

Gate 26, gate 26, gate 26, you repeated in your head, not confident that your half awake mind wouldn’t forget. Heathrow airport was still quite empty at this hour, with only a few other stragglers hanging about. 6:00 am wasn’t exactly the most desirable time for a flight after all. 

Here it is, you sighed in relief when you saw a crowd still waiting to board the early flight. You looked down to check that you had your boarding pass before looking up and suddenly being transported back to an older time. 

“Jaehyun,” you said it without thinking, prompting him to look up from his phone and make eye contact with you. Recognition flashed across his face almost immediately, along with something else you couldn't quite place. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you reached him, setting your backpack down on the bench beside him. 

“I’ve been studying here,” he said. “What about you?” 

“Just traveling. I’ve been in Europe for,” you paused to count in your head. “A little over two months now.” 

“Alone?” 

“Mostly, yeah.” 

He whistled. “That’s pretty impressive.” 

“It’s been an adventure, that’s for sure.” 

You lapsed into silence, your mind still reeling with the fact that you had run into Jaehyun here of all places. And as coincidences like this didn’t happen very often, you quickly resigned yourself to the fact that you would probably never see him again. 

Except…

“Flight 2491 from London Heathrow to Incheon International Airport has been delayed 18 hours,” a nasally voice announced over the speaker. Groans erupted all around you as they continued. “Boarding will commence at 12:00 am. If you have any questions or wish to board another flight please come to the front desk. Thank you and have a good day.” 

Jaehyun sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. 

“Good thing I checked my bag,” he said as though he was trying to find a glimpse of good in the situation. You nodded emphatically. 

“I was just thinking the same thing.” 

“You know what I need now?” 

“What?” 

“Coffee.” 

——

Once you’d left the airport the two of you entered the first cafe you could find. Unlike Heathrow, this was it’s busiest time of the day. You looked around as you waited, observing the artwork and the office workers that came and went without a second glace in your direction. They must be used to tourists. 

“Does this place have a bookstore?” you asked as you peered past the espresso machines. You repeated your question to the barista when you reached the front of the line, and learned that yes, there was a bookstore just down the hall. 

“Lets go,” you said once you’d ordered. 

“Now?” 

“When else?” 

“You go,” he said. “I’ll wait for our coffee.” 

——

The bookstore was even quieter than the airport, with not a soul to be seen but your own. You ran your finger along the bookcases as you explored, the rough texture and musty scent of the books making you feel at home. Jaehyun found you sitting on the carpeted floor in the aisle between two bookcases, a stack of hardcovers next to you. 

“Watcha doing?” he asked as he handed you your coffee and sat down next to you. 

“Let me read you some of my favorite lines,” you said in place of an answer. 

“Didn’t we read that in high school?” Jaehyun asked as you picked The Sun Also Rises from the top of the pile. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Junior year.” 

Eventually you found the page you were looking for and read the line: “I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.” 

“Damn,” he sighed. 

You nodded. “That’s why I decided to come here. To Europe I mean.” 

You picked up the next book. 

“Okay here’s another one. ‘Brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared. It means you go on even though you’re scared.’” 

“How are you finding these so fast?” Jaehyun asked, dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled. 

“I’ve probably read them too many times,” you laughed along with him, ripping your eyes away from the ever endearing marks. 

A minute later: “We accept the love we think we deserve.” 

“Ouch.” 

You laughed again, and he forced himself to smile with you. 

“Okay last one. ‘That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?’” 

“Do you?” 

“What?” 

“Believe in true love.” 

“Yeah, don’t you?” 

He sipped his coffee as he considered the question. 

“Yes,” he said finally. “I just don’t think I’ll ever find it.” 

You were taken aback by that. Jung Jaehyun had always been one of the most desirable people you knew, and from what you could tell the last six years had done nothing but make him even more so. But maybe that wasn’t what mattered. 

“Doesn’t it scare you?” Jaehyun interrupted your thoughts. 

“What? Love?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I mean yeah I guess so, but isn’t true love worth the fear?” 

Jaehyun smiled again at that, nodding quietly as his gaze moved to focus on the floor between you. You weren’t sure if the nod meant yes, but it brought an end to the conversation anyway. 

——

As the morning turned into midday the two of you found yourselves in a quieter part of town. The sky had begun to darken as you walked and it casted a looming shadow over the street, filling you with a strange sense of foreboding. 

Soon enough raindrops began to fall, creating dark spots on the concrete beneath your feet. You ducked into the first shop you could find for shelter, not paying any attention to the signs posted outside. Thus you were surprised to see the crystal balls, tarot decks, and palm reading books laid out on the tables inside. 

Incense filled the air, and midnight blue and royal purple drapes were hung along the walls, highlighted by shimmering golds and silvers. A woman stood at the counter wearing colors to match. Other than her the store was empty, which didn’t surprise you considering the fact that it was late morning on a Monday in February. Not exactly the height of tourist season. 

“Welcome,” the woman said, her voice soft and silvery. “Are you looking for something in particular today?” 

“Uh, no,” you looked back at Jaehyun. 

“We were just escaping the rain,” he finished for you. 

“Well then, perhaps you’d be interested in a reading?” 

You felt bad for seeking refuge from the rain but not buying anything, so you agreed. You followed her to the back of the shop with Jaehyun close on your heels. An embroidered curtain was pushed to the side to reveal a small table with a few chairs scattered around it. 

“Please take a seat,” she said as she pulled a deck of tarot cards from a drawer in the table. You and Jaehyun sat next to each other on the side closest to the curtain, and she sat across from you. 

“So, I want you to think of a question,” she said as she began to shuffle the cards. “It could be about anything really, but please make sure that it’s clear and specific.”

You played with your hands where they rested in your lap, feeling quite put on the spot. 

“Take your time,” she smiled at you. 

Your mind came up with and then discarded a million questions as the seconds ticked by, but eventually you settled on one. 

“Our uh, flight was delayed this morning,” you explained. “Do you, or do the cards think that it was delayed for a reason?” 

“Hmm,” she nodded in understanding. First she split the deck in three, then put it back together as a whole in no obvious order, before finally beginning to place the cards on the table. 

“Let’s see,” she pondered, looking down at the cards she’d laid out. First she pointed to the world and high priestess cards, both reversed on the table before you.“It looks as though you lack closure, likely because of some feelings that you’ve repressed or kept hidden.” Next she pointed to the hermit and the ace of swords. “But you are searching for the truth, which will soon lead to a breakthrough that will provide you with clarity.” 

Now she pointed to the page of wands. “You have been exploring recently, or maybe you still are.” Next to the knight of wands and the knight of cups. “You are fearless right now, and are ready to follow your heart. This will lead to new beginnings,” the fool, “dreams come true,” the ten of cups, “and a unique and deep partnership,” the lovers. 

“Taking all of this into consideration, I’d say that yes, it did happen for a reason,” she finished. And although you weren’t one to believe in the superstitious, when she looked up at you with a twinkle in her eye you had a feeling she knew something that you didn’t. 

——

Your stomach grumbled as you left the store, which made you realize that you hadn’t actually had a proper meal all day. You hadn’t had time on your way to the airport that morning, and coffee didn’t exactly count as food. 

Like he could read your mind Jaehyun pointed out a fish and chips place nearby. It was lunchtime, so the place was bustling. Nevertheless you were quickly escorted to a booth made of dark wood with faux leather seats. It had been placed near a window looking out on the street you had just left behind. 

Music played through speakers, battling the rowdy conversation of your fellow diners. Your still complaining stomach prompted you to order without much consideration, confident that you were hungry enough to enjoy whatever you were served. 

“Do you believe everything she said back there?” Jaehyun asked as you waited for your food, his nail tracing a crack in the table. 

“Yeah?” you phrased it as a question, watching as the group next to you was served. “I mean I wouldn’t usually, but a lot of what she said rang true.” 

You lapsed into silence again, and you noticed a newfound awkwardness filling the space between you. An awkwardness that had nothing to do with the time that had passed since you’d last seen each other. You couldn’t stand the feeling, and so no matter how out of character it was for you, you felt that you needed to disrupt it somehow. So you said the thing that had been dancing around in the back of your mind since you’d first laid eyes on Jaehyun that morning. 

“I liked you in high school you know.” 

“Oh. You did.” He tilted his head, the look in his eyes hard to decipher. It wasn’t a question but you answered anyway. 

“Yeah well I mean everyone probably liked you at some point, but,” you bit your tongue, already regretting your words. 

“So you liked me because everyone else did?” 

“No! I liked you a lot more than everyone else did.”

You only registered the teasing lilt in his voice after you’d finished blurting out the confession, and you felt your whole body go hot as the smile dropped from his face. The pause felt like it lasted for centuries because of your embarrassment. 

“Why?” he asked eventually. 

“Why what?” 

“Did you like me.” 

“Um,” you fiddled with your paper napkin to focus your thoughts. You second guessed yourself yet again. Were you really going to spill your guts to him now, here, after all this time? 

Fuck it. When else? 

“It always seemed to me like you didn’t care what anyone else thought of you, but not in a high and mighty way, you just minded your own business. Everyone either wanted to be you, or be with you in high school, but you didn’t let it affect you. It never got to your head, and you were always equally kind to everyone no matter what.” 

Your eyes didn’t leave your hands the entire time you talked. Your fingers shredded your napkin methodically, too embarrassed to even imagine looking him in the eye ever again. 

“Plus, you’re not bad to look at,” you said with your last ounce of confidence, before descending back into silence. 

Luckily you didn’t need to say anything else, as just then your server arrived with your food. You dug in despite your now roiling nerves, still too scared to look up. If you had, you would have seen the fond look in Jaehyun’s eyes, and the way his dimples couldn’t seem to be tamed. 

——

After lunch you walked across the Thames, but were eventually forced to make way for two small children zipping by on their scooters, their faces both full of pure and unadulterated joy. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched them go by, remembering when things had been that simple for you too. 

“Do you want kids?” 

You don’t know why you’d asked. Maybe it was something about the way his eyes had sparkled when he’d moved for them to pass by, or the small smile that still graced his face almost a minute later. 

“Me?” he laughed a little after he said it, knowing full well that he was the only person around for you to ask. “I…yeah.” 

You nodded, not particularly inclined to say anything more, but he went on anyway. 

“Sometimes I think about like, having a house with a big yard, and a dog, and some kids, and just all the people I love with me,” he trailed off. “I guess it sounds kinda cliche to say it out loud.” 

“A little,” you chuckled lightheartedly even as your heart leaped in your chest. “But I know what you mean.” 

——

Soon enough you stumbled upon a covered market set up along the river selling everything from clothes, to records, to furniture. You wandered into the clothes section while Jaehyun browsed the rows of records. 

Eventually you found a mirror and started trying on the most ridiculous accessories you could find. Jaehyun found you adorned with a lime sunhat, sparkling ruby red glasses, and a fluffy green absinthe scarf. 

“Why does that kind of work?” he chuckled as he looked you up and down. 

“Complementary colors,” you said simply, trying to ignore the way his eyes surveyed your figure. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were serious. They took you in like you were a statue in a museum, something to treat delicately and with reverence. 

“I had an idea,” he said as you began to shed your layers of color and ludicrous. 

“What kind of idea?” 

“I thought maybe we could pick something from all of this,” he waved his arms around, gesturing to the market around you, “and buy it for each other.” 

“Like a secret santa?” 

“Kinda, yeah.” 

“Okay,” you nodded. “Meet back here in say, twenty minutes?” 

“Sure.” 

You set off in opposite directions, not wanting to spy on each other’s search and spoil your own present. Twenty minutes later you met back up where you’d started, before quickly deciding that you needed to find somewhere to sit while you shared what you’d bought. You chose a loveseat in the middle of the furniture section, it’s surface made of navy blue linen. 

“You first,” Jaehyun said once he’d made himself comfortable next to you. 

“Okay but fair warning, this is kind of dumb,” you said before pulling a white mug from behind your back. On its surface was painted a singular peach hued letter J. 

“I just had to,” you laughed, relief filling you at the look of amusement on his face as he took it in his hands. “You can use it when you get that house you were talking about.” 

His smile softened at that, and he looked up at you with a genuine look of gratitude. “I love it. Seriously. Is it weird how much I love it?” 

You laughed again, your cheeks aching with delight. 

“Okay my turn,” Jaehyun turned serious again as he leaned down to carefully tuck the cup into his bag. When he straightened up he had a record in his hands. Taking it from him you saw that it was the self titled Hozier album from 2014. 

“I remembered that it was your favorite album in high school so I uh, yeah,” he trailed of as you looked back up at him, your eyes as big and sparkling as the full moon. 

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Yeah well, maybe I liked you a little bit in high school too.” 

Your stomach dropped at his words and you forced yourself to swallow back your surprise. 

“Really?” you managed to get out, desperately searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But when he nodded you found nothing but nerves at his years awaited confession. 

——

Eventually the two of you found yourselves in a sprawling garden backed by a row of old Victorian houses. Wide walkways created borders between garden beds full of both familiar and unrecognizable plants, the air full of their sweet scent. 

You split off to wander on your own for a while before meeting back up at a bench near the back of the garden. Jaehyun presented you with a one of spring’s first daffodils when you reached him, and you bit down on your bottom lip hard as he tucked it behind your ear. 

“I bet a lot of people get married here,” he mused a while later, arms propped up on the back of the bench. 

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

The foolish part of you let your mind imagine yourself having a wedding here. As your eyes traced the slope of his nose you wondered who would be in attendance, what food would be served, what you would be wearing. 

“Do you ever think about all the things that had to happen for us to run into each other this morning?” Jaehyun asked. “Like I never thought I’d ever see you again, and even if I did I thought it would be at a reunion or something.” 

“And what if our flight hadn’t been delayed?” you considered. You knew what would’ve happened. You would have gotten on that plane without speaking another word to each other. Maybe a brief goodbye in Incheon, but that was certainly the very most. And then you would go your separate ways yet again, passing it off as an innocent coincidence. 

“I’m glad it was,” he said as though, yet again, he could read your mind. Or maybe he was just thinking the same thing. 

The sun was setting now and his face was lit up by its fiery glow. It turned his deep brown eyes gold and his cheeks rosy. His lips were parted the tiniest bit, like they were trying to grasp onto a word that he couldn’t quite remember. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” 

“Like what?” you asked. 

“Like you,” his jaw clenched as he paused, eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Like you could fall in love with me,” he finished finally. 

“Maybe I already have.” 

He ripped his eyes from the setting sun in favor of looking at you. The corners of his lips were down turned, and his eyes were set in shadow. You decided you liked them better this way, twin pools of warmth that you could fall into and stay in comfort forever. 

“Would it be crazy if I kissed you right now?” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, your lungs not working quite the way they were supposed to. “But you should do it anyway.” 

And so he leaned forward that left over inch, and your lips melded together like honey in the golden light of the sun as it sunk beneath the horizon. 

——

As night fell upon the city you decided you needed something sweet to end your day. You ended up at a diner near the center of the city, with milkshakes and french fries set on the table between you. You dipped one into your shake and then huffed out a laugh as Jaehyun grimaced. 

“It’s good!” you defended yourself. “At least try it before you judge me.” 

“Fine.” 

He reached forward and dipped a fry into his vanilla milkshake before popping it into his mouth. He considered carefully, eyes never once leaving yours. 

“Okay I admit, it’s pretty good.” 

You cried out victoriously before he’d even finished his sentence properly, pumping your fists in the air. It was Jaehyun’s turn to laugh now, the indent of his dimples enchanting you for the thousandth time that day. 

“Do you think,” Jaehyun began, spinning the shiny silver spoon in his cup around in circles. 

“Hm?” 

“Are you…happy?” 

You blinked. As an adult people would always ask you how your career was going, if you were married, or if you’d bought a house yet, as if life was some kind of grocery list where you had to check off each item in order for you to be complete. He was the first to ask if you were happy. 

“I think so,” you leaned down and took another sip of your milkshake to give yourself a chance to think. “I’m not unhappy,” you decided after a moments thought. 

“You know what makes me happy?” he asked next. 

“What?” 

“You.” 

You stared at him, your mind reeling. A thousand thoughts came to you, but none of them expressed quite what you were feeling. But maybe words weren’t what you needed right now. 

You reached across the table, pushing your cups and fries out of the way until you could lean forward free of any obstructions. He met you halfway without you needing to do or say a thing. 

This time he tasted sweet and salty, like adventure and familiarity all wrapped into one. Fireworks erupted behind your eyelids as you kissed, disrupting the calm darkness you usually found there. When you pulled away you became starkly aware of the countless eyes on you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The only eyes you cared about were the chocolate ones looking straight into yours. 

As you sat back down you noticed the flower that had fallen from behind your ear and on to the table top. Jaehyun noticed it at the same time as you, and carefully he reached forward to pick it up and twirl it between his fingers absentmindedly. 

“One of the classes I took while I was here,” he started. “It was just for fun, an extra credit course you know. And at some point we talked about the language of the flowers.” 

You watched the flower spin, a yellow blur under the diner’s fluorescent lights. It was mesmerizing, or maybe you were just tired. 

“Do you know what the daffodil’s meaning is?” he asked. 

You shook your head. 

“Unequalled love.” 

——

You reached gate 26 for the second time that day with nearly half an hour left until midnight. Some of your fellow voyagers sat around in groups, some by themselves. Some lay across the airport benches like cats trying to enjoy their midday nap. There were tired eyes everywhere you looked. 

You, on the other hand, felt more awake than you had all day. None of it had felt real, passing more like a dream than real life. You had been tempted to pinch yourself several times that day, and now you finally decided to submit to the urge. You pushed back the sleeve covering your left arm and gave the skin underneath a quick pinch, if only to confirm that you were indeed corporeal. 

You sucked in a short breath at the small tinge of pain, but then smiled at the ground at the confirmation that everything that had happened today was in fact real, and not just a figment of your overactive imagination. Jaehyun looked over at you with curious eyes at the small sound. You shook your head at the unspoken question, preferring to not indulge exactly how surreal all of this felt. 

“What’s your seat number,” you asked instead. 

“Uhhh,” Jaehyun rummaged around in his bag for a second before pulling out his boarding pass. “32F. How about you?” 

“32G.” 

You stared at each other for a second before Jaehyun burst out laughing. 

“You’re telling me that our seats were next to each other this whole time?” 

“I think so,” you looked down at your boarding pass once more before joining in on Jaehyun’s disbelieving laughter. 

“Well would you look at that,” Jaehyun said, pulling your right hand into his lap and squeezing it gently. “I guess this really was fate.” 

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9 and 25 from the list👀

WARNING: THE BAREST HINT OF ANGST. It takes place in Endgame, in those five years, so I mean, there’s just always a hint of angst in this setting. 

A/N: thank u bby! I honestly just don’t know how to write the first prompt, so I just went with the second! I love the fucking rain trope so much

25. Wet kisses after finding refuse from the rain. 

You sighed as the ramp to the Quinjet opened. You'd returned home from your week-long hunt for Clint, and you couldn’t wait to see Natasha. You hated leaving her alone at the compound; in trying to save everyone else, she often neglected herself. 

It was pouring, and that was an understatement. And you didn’t have an umbrella. Grabbing your bag, you hurriedly jogged across the grass, heading straight for the front gate. As soon as you’d made it inside, you set your bag down and brushed the raindrops away from your face. You couldn’t wait to shower and get warm. 

“Natasha?” you called, looking around a few of the rooms. She wasn’t in the kitchen, the conference room, or the large living space where she kept her desk. You walked throughout the compound, heading towards your shared room, when you saw her in the courtyard. You furrowed your brows when she was clearly deep in thought, unaware of the rain around her. And like you, she was soaked. 

You opened the door, poking your head out. 

“Babe?”

At your voice, Nat looked up, a small smile replacing her frown. 

“You’re home.” 

“And you’re wet.”

“So are you,” she pointed out. 

“Okay, but I’m inside now,” you chuckled. “Come here.” 

She rushed inside, lips slamming into yours the second she’d gotten close enough. You stumbled a bit, surprised by the force, before gaining your footing and holding onto her tightly, kissing her back with a passion that matched hers. 

“I missed you,” Nat murmured against your lips. 

“Not as much as I missed you.” 

Your lips met hers again, rain mixing in with the taste of her. The intensity and heat of the kiss seemed to erase any cold you’d been feeling. 

By the time you broke apart again, the two of you had completely forgotten about the rain. 

“How are you?” you asked, a million questions behind just the one. Are you okay? Have you eaten? Are you hydrated? How long have you been out there? What has happened since I was away? 

“I’m alright.” I’ve managed since you were away. Things will be better now that you’re here. 

“I think we could both use a warm shower, some dry clothes, and dinner,” you suggested before kissing her cheek. 

“Kiss me on the lips and I might just agree.”