#i'm sorry it takes me so long to answer ask rest assured I see them and I will answer them one way or another

[lizethdraws]

Imagine Ben messing with a laser pointer and Rook tries to catch the red dot.

rook is never beating the cat allegations

[dwindlinghaze]

back at you

(peter parker x reader)

summary: the five times peter stood you up and the one time you did it back.

contents: angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending.

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i. empire state building

"hi love!" peter waves at you before sitting down on the bench with his arms around you. "i miss you."

"hi pete," you say back, planting a small kiss on his nose.

"are you free tonight?"

"if i purposely forget about my stoichiometry homework then i am," you grin.

he laughs at your joke, "i want to take you on a date on top of the empire state building. we haven't been on a real date lately and i've been a really terrible boyfriend for that reason so i want to fix things up. so- er what do you say?"

"sure, i'll be there," you answered.

"no, i'll pick you up at six and swing you up there," he insists.

"i've never been swinging in a thin sticky line before. i don't know how to feel about this offer," you make a face.

"come on it'll be fun i promise! just hold on to me and i will make sure you're safe."

"alright," you smile at him under the may spring weather.

when evening came, you were picking out outfits to wear to the date. you don't want it to be too much, because you'll be swinging high up in the air. you picked a comfortable outfit, ready to wait for peter to arrive at your door.

but he didn't come.

fifteen minutes have passed and still- no calls or messages.

you began to worry, thinking he's in a spider-man trouble but you believe in him to know that he will escape any inconveniences because he's smart and agile.

an hour has passed. no calls or texts.

you felt disappointed. you were really looking forward into this because peter's life has been replaced with spider-man lately and you've been replaced by new york city.

thirty minutes later, peter called you, saying he was sorry for not making it.

"hey lovely, i'm sorry. i really am. please forgive me, there's a robbery on the subway and it took me quite sometime to beat them all up," he says breathlessly with the sound of the wind.

"oh yeah that's fine," you say, trying to hide your disappointment but he hears right through it. "are you okay?" you ask him.

even with your disappointment, you still asked him how he is after the fight.

"i'm quite alright. i can pick you up right now and we can head to the empire state building right now."

"pete, i have to finish my stoichiometry homework."

"i will do it for you."

"have you finished it?"

"no," he admits, a beat of silence filling the line.

"well, i will see you tomorrow then. good night."

"good night, i love you, sweets!"

"love you too," you say before ending the call.

ii. ice cream

you met peter two days later, his state more jagged somehow. new bruises and scars on his face. you notice how he now wears long sleeves instead of the normal graphic t-shirt he wore with a science joke screen printed on them.

"hi pete," you reach for him, taking his hand in yours.

peter smiles a lopsided smile.

"i haven't seen you since our supposedly date day," you say, "are you all right?"

"i'm sorry about that," he replies, scratching his nose which made the dried scar torn open. "ugh-"

you pull out a napkin from your bag, folding it before pressing it against his bleeding skin. "who did this to you."

"no one, i just fell while swinging," peter says, kissing your hand that rests in front of his lips.

"this is not a bruise, it looks like someone did this to you," you say.

"let's forget about this okay?" he takes both your hands. "an ice cream date tomorrow?"

"sure," you reply.

"hey you didn't sound too pleased with that," peter remarks.

"i'm just worried pete, what if being spider-man makes you dead?" you say.

"stop, i'm not going anywhere," he assures you as he squeezes your knuckles. "tomorrow at three?"

"three in the morning or evening," you ask jokingly.

"at dawn, sweetheart," peter plays along. "i'll be there tomorrow. meet me at the ice cream shop okay?"

"i will," you agree. "let's go home, it's getting late."

"i'll walk you home," peter insists, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

as the two of you walked home, peter's spidey tingles were tingling. he ignores it at first but then sirens came so he looks at you sadly. you nod, urging him to help the police.

"i'm sorry love, please text me when you get home. i love you," he yells as he disappears behind an alleyway.

"bye, i love you too," you whisper, starting to walk back home.

the next day came and you are now sitting on a booth inside the ice cream shop. the time is now three o'clock sharp and you are waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the door. your eyes are glued to the street outside, wishing every person passing by is peter parker.

three thirty, and still no peter. the waitress asks you for your order but you decline it, saying that you're supposed to be meeting someone.

three fourty five, still no peter. you wonder how pathetic you look sitting here in the warm dim light alone surrounded by sweet couples.

you start to worry about him, then you start to question yourself on why you're here alone. peter was supposed to be here forty five minutes ago. he was supposed to be here sipping milkshake and inhaling mint leaves to make you laugh.

you fumble with your fingers, heart tripping and falling with no safety net.

the waitress you talked to earlier came with a tray of strawberry ice cream with a sympathetic look on her face. "here, for free. if you were a cartoon character, there'll be a cumulonimbus cloud hovering over your head," she says, pushing the tray to you.

"oh thanks," you say tiredly, "you don't have to y'know, think i'll be leaving soon anyways."

"it's fine. my manager wouldn't be happy to see someone sitting here without ordering any of our menus," she declares.

"but you said it's for free?," you say.

"she wouldn't know. it's a gift for me to you because clearly your 'someone' is supposed to be here but they aren't. hope this makes it up."

"thank you, dorothy," you read off of her name tag.

four fifteen, still no sign of peter but the tv above the counter was showing a scene of spider-man fighting a criminal on top of a roof high up.

you sigh, eyes shooting bullets at the tv screen.

you pack your belongings before heading back to your home. once again, peter stood you up.

"oh my god," you screamed when you heard a crash behind you. you reluctantly turned around, only to see peter on the ground with his hair messy and unruly. "are you fine?"

peter stands up, shaking the dusts off of him. "love i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'm-"

"peter, it's fine," you put on a smile, even though your intonation screams disappointment.

"it's not, just because you're smiling doesn't mean i didn't mess up," he says apologetically.

"you have your duties. i can't force you to throw it away like how you do your chores."

"don't make jokes now," peter sighs, "are you still up for it? i'll buy you every menu in there."

"i'm tired. i've been sitting inside there for over an hour i just want to go home," you admit.

"at least let me walk you home," peter insists once more.

"okay.." you start to walk away down the block.

"i'm sorry, honey. please forgive me! how about we move this to tomorrow?" he asks.

"i don't think you'll like it there," you say.

"hmm? why's that."

"because i think i fell for the waitress that was there," you try to joke around to make him feel less guilty. he already has so much on his shoulders and you don't want to be one of his baggages too.

"who? i'm not letting a stranger take you away from me," peter makes a salty face.

"secret," you giggle. peter takes your face between his hands before planting sloppy kisses around your face.

now it's like everything is perfect. peter kissing you under the sparkling lights of new york's buildings on the sidewalk.

iii. star wars marathon

"ah y/n hi sweetheart!" aunt may opens the door to greet you. "peter told me you were coming over for movies"

"hi aunt may, is he here?" you ask her as you take off your jacket and put it on the rack.

"i thought he was coming with you?"

"oh yeah! i was supposed to meet him at the skatepark but he told me to go here first," you cover up for him. peter hasn't told may about spider-man yet and you want to keep him out of trouble.

"oh alright, have you eaten dinner?" may asks.

"i'll wait for peter first, aunt may, thank you."

"you can wait upstairs, peter wouldn't mind," aunt may offers.

"i know," you smile at her before coming up the stair to his room.

you opened his bedroom door, taking in the surroundings. his room is extremely messy. like a wrecked ship. you climb up his bed, making yourself comfortable on his bedsheets.

it has been hours since you arrived and peter still wasn't here. he was taking so long to the point where you feel asleep in his bed.

you felt sick in your stomach. all you ever hope for is peter's safety out there.

you woke up when a crash was heard from his fire escape. your body jolt up, your full attention is now on his fire escape.

"oh y/n! i forgot about our movie date!" peter say once he saw your face. "i'm so sorry, please believe me. i was looking forward to it but i i got carried away! oh s-"

"pete, come here," you say sternly.

peter freezes, looking at you like a deer in headlights. he is ready for your scolding as he walks over to you but his thoughts were quickly pushed away when you rub his arms tenderly.

"what happened, darling?"

"nothing too bad," he lets out a breathy laugh. "you should see the other guy."

"no i don't want to see whoever did this to you," you say in disbelief. "stay here, i'll help you with these," you point to his new scars.

"i have super healing, it's fine, love," he assures. "just come here please. let's watch star wars together."

"um i think it's getting too late," you say much to peter's disappointment.

"what do you mean? it's only eight thirty, we can watch one movie!" he starts to replace his suit into his pajamas, ready to watch with you.

"i have to get home, my mom needs me to... uh wash her dishes," you tell him. it's not that you didn't want to watch with him. you're too moody and upset to be around him for now.

he has been absent for dates three times in a row and you feel like you were fighting alone.

you left peter alone in the bed. you can practically feel his melancholia floating through the air.

"hey aunt may, i'll be going now," you bid goodbye to her.

"oh goodbye sweetie," she says. "make sure you get home safe alright? peter should walk you home!"

"that won't be needed, i'm fine aunt may."

"all right," may smiles warmly at you despite the cold air of the night.

when you arrived home, peter has sent you twenty five messages in a row. each of them being

'i'm sorry'

'please answer me, love'

'get back to me when you're home safely."

'pls get home safe'

'i love you'

and those messages over and over again.

iv. science laboratory

since that day, peter calls you over and over agin wishing you'd pick up. and you did.

you answered his call only for him to say that he was sorry and he's going to plan a date again.

you were tired of him asking you for dates and ended up being alone. you rejected his offer, saying that you have some family stuff so you won't be able to make it.

and peter knows

he knows that you're upset he has been leaving you alone on dates.

so the only time left for him with you is for the lab homework. you two are lab partners and you had suggested to do it in your house.

firstly because you don't want to walk home alone in the dark, and secondly, you don't want to lie to aunt may again. knowing that one way or another, peter will probably get home late.

you sat on your sofa, waiting for him to knock on the door. you place out the text books on the tables, set out glasses of water, take out some snacks from your fridge. and peter is not even here.

waiting for him has got you tired so you decided to do the work done yourself.

you already got most of the answers required then peter shows up; drenched in sweat and blood at your window.

you heard the tapping from below and immediately sprint upstairs, knowing it is peter.

"hey, uh i'm sorry," he winces as he steps inside your bedroom.

"hey pete, it's fine," you say, trying to assure him. "come in, let me fix you up."

peter nods, letting you take care of him. "you sound tired," he points. "are you alright, love?"

"that question should be asked to you!" you reply. "okay, here, just sit in my bed, it's fine."

peter does as you say, "sorry about this," he waves his fingers at himself with a bitter laugh. "and also our lab work. sorry."

"it's fine," you say again as you wipe the blood off his face gently. "i've done the work, most of it. you can finish the rest."

"what?" peter asks wide eye. "i- i was supposed to do that with you!"

"pete, calm down. i will let you finish the rest here. you look terrible."

"huh," he breathes. "nothing too bad."

"are you sure you could still do the lab homework?" you say, worried.

"yes love i am capable," he puts on a convincing grin.

"okay..."

peter starts to do the work while you rub his back soothingly. "if you're tired, that's fine. take a nap in my room."

"no i'm not," peter scrunches his nose, eyes squeezing shut.

"okay..." you continue.

v. chocolate cups

that night, peter has asked you to go on a date. and you didn't have the heart to reject him in such state.

the way he smiles when you said yes can melt every butter in the world.

he planned to go to the new chocolate themed place. from the advertisements, it shows to be an ideal date place for a romantic relationship.

you waited there, on the front. waiting for him. you actually has hope this time of peter showing up.

the place was cute and warm. displaying an unreal scenery. you saw couples walking in and you smile at them discreetly. they looked incredibly happy and in love. you can't wait for peter to get here so you can have the same happiness as they do.

you stand there, in the middle of the porch. he is already thirty minutes late. you see pity looks sent to you by people around. but still had hope.

but as each second passes, your faith in him was fading. you didn't know if new york really hates you or it's just a coincidence that whenever you and peter were supposed to be on a date, the city will have something coming up.

you decide that your waiting was too long so you come home. it was humiliating to say the least. the way other people looks so happy while you were feeling crestfallen.

those pity looks didn't make anything better either.

although you understand peter, being spider-man is hard. you have to constantly push your personal life aside to save the whole city from dangers.

a part of you wishes he didn't push you aside like his other things.

vi. the one time

days after, when you are calmed down from that upsetting and humiliating day, peter told you about this dinner place that he was looking forward to trying.

he knows you love culinary and this was perfect for the both of you.

you agree to going there with him, making a promise to be there.

he promised whatever happens in the city, he's sure it's nothing the police can't control.

the day came and you we're fighting your own mind about going or not.

you believe in peter. he's your boyfriend. he does not break promises. but there's always something coming up in evenings like these.

there's always something avoiding you two to be together.

so with the conclusion, you stayed at home.

peter on the other hand was worrying on the table he rsvp-ed. not only you haven't arrived yet but also you weren't answering his calls.

the worst possible scenarios come to his head. clouding up his thought in a fog of bad dreams.

he does think that he deserves this. having the humiliating feeling of when your significant other didn't show up on a date, in a room full of tenths of people with their pitiful eyes.

he couldn't wait no more so he goes straight to your home, hoping that you were there.

it was raining heavily, his neat shirt that you had given was soaked. his hair is dirty with mud and dirt.

and you are. you were reading a book in the dim lit bedroom. he knocks on your window hastily, hoping that you can hear him outside in the rain.

"peter?" you spoke. making your way to your window, the sight that flashes before you was unexpected.

you didn't think peter would actually show up so saving your energy by staying at home and get 'sorry' messages were expected. but not this.

"peter what are you doing?"

"did you forgot?" peter asks sadly, shivering from the cold rain.

"about our dinner?"

"...yes."

"i just thought you wouldn't show up. and i don't want to be in a situation like our previous date plans," you admit, feeling guilty.

"we made a promise, didn't we?"

"yes, pete. i'm sorry. i'm just so tired of standing alone in a room. i'm not going to let that happen to me anymore. i thought something was going to come up because that's what happens in our date. every one of them."

"but we promised. you didn't trust me enough to keep my promise?" peter asks, heartbroken by the thought.

"no! that's not what i'm implying. you always put new york's happiness above mine and i just- i don't know. doesn't seem fair. new york has its own police, government, and what not but you are my boyfriend. my best friend. i miss being with you. like actually being with you."

"love, i didn't realise how much i've been pushing you aside for this city. and you're right. i am your boyfriend and i'm supposed to make you happy- not neglected. i'm sorry."

"yeah,"

"yeah, and from now on i will balance peter parker and spider-man. just call me if you need me, and i'll show you just how much i care about you. more than anything."

"even new york?"

"yes!" peter exclaims. "i guess we're even."

"no, you stood me up five times. and i only did it once!" you joke.

"well that's true," peter says bitterly.

"pete, i'm only joking. i'm happy you're here," you say.

"you told me you missed me. and i do too. so why don't we spend time together. like, right now?" peter suggests.

"yes we can."

"movies?"

"star wars marathon?"

"i'll get the snacks."

[unsolved-duvall]

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐞.𝐦. (𝟏𝟖+)

eddie munson x fem!reader

7.9k words (i'm so sorry)

summary you and eddie have been friends for years, and you've both been in love with each other for as long as you can remember. neither of you realise it though, until one night, where that might finally change.

fluff, smut, idiots in love. friends to lovers <3

warnings talks of insecurities, mentions of anxiety, mentions of a bad relationship with parents. reader struggles with her emotions a lot (i don't know if that needs a warning but just in case!). some smut at the end, so 18+! minors i will chase you away with a stick if i have to.

“You look perfect, I promise” Eddie leant against the doorway to his bedroom, watching as you desperately adjusted your skirt and fishnet tights in front of his mirror. The outfit you were wearing wasn’t much different to your usual attire, but you had never been to a concert before, and you wanted to look the part - Eddie had assured you it didn’t matter what you wore, that no one there would judge you or even be looking at you, too busy watching the band perform. But it wasn’t everyone else you were worried about. It was Eddie. And you so desperately wanted Eddie to look at you. 

If someone was to ask you when you fell in love with Eddie you weren’t sure you could give them an answer. The truth was you didn’t remember when it happened, all you knew was that you fell hard and fast. Even before you two had spoken one word to each other, you were sure you were already completely enamoured by him. You would catch yourself staring at him at school, entranced by everything he did. Constantly holding doors open for girls walking behind him, or stopping mid-theatrics in the middle of the cafeteria to let that group of girls walk past him, throwing his arms behind his back. Gestures so subtle that no one else noticed, or if they did they simply ignored them. 

You had learnt that teenagers found it much easier to view people one-dimensionally, and the minute someone doesn’t act the way they’re expected to, people become uncomfortable. Eddie was seen as an outcast and freak from day one; he was never going to change that. So, it was easier for him to lean into the role, fitting into the mould that everyone else had made for him. Your point was, you always admired how kind and considerate Eddie was to the people around him, even though they never showed him the same respect back. 

When you and Eddie finally started talking and became friends, you realised that he was possibly the sweetest person you had ever met, and your feelings became all-consuming. Also, it didn’t help that Eddie was annoyingly good-looking. Like bang-your-head-against-the-wall-pretty. Eddie had a way of making you go dumb when he looked at you. His big doe eyes were like a weapon he didn’t even realise he possessed, you were sure he held the whole universe in them. And, when you sat close enough to him, you could see the freckles that painted his face like constellations in the night sky, across his nose and cheeks. Seeing Eddie smile was your favourite thing in the entire world, especially those smiles that reached his eyes and lit up his whole face. If his face was the only one you could look at for the rest of your life, you would be perfectly content with that. 

Eddie’s voice broke through the thoughts swirling around in your head about how you looked, starting to overwhelm you. You lifted your head and looked up into the mirror, meeting Eddie’s eyes. “There she is, you zoned out on me there for a sec”  A small smile graced his face as he pushed himself off the doorframe and walked to stand in front of you, stopping you from being able to stare at yourself in the mirror anymore, he could tell you were starting to feel anxious, his eyes dropping to watch your fingers tangle together, nails scratching at the back of your hands. 

Eddie hated that you were so self-conscious, he wished he could take away all your anxieties and worries. Listen, Eddie wasn’t a violent guy, and he would be the first to admit that - he had only gotten into two physical fights in his life, both of them when he was much younger, just after his dad was sent to prison; both of the fights were caused by someone telling Eddie he was gonna grow up to be ‘“just like his dad” and before he even realised what he was doing he was throwing punches. Both times Wayne had comforted Eddie afterwards, sitting with him for hours just listening to him shout and scream and cry. Wayne knew he was just a small kid with a lot of big emotions, that he had no idea how to handle. “It’s okay kid, it’ll be okay.” Wayne tried his best to comfort him, but also be a father figure to him, sometimes he worried he was being too soft, and other times he worried he was being too harsh. But Eddie wouldn’t be the man he was today without his Uncle, so he obviously did something right. 

With all that being said, Eddie was certain that if your feelings were a person? Without a shadow of a doubt, he would beat them to a pulp for making you feel so awful all the time. 

Eddie delicately held both your hands, stopping them from fighting with each other, he didn’t miss the heat that rushed to your cheeks at the small action. “Listen” He murmured quietly, although in the quiet of his room he still sounded loud “there’s no rush, s’just we really are going to be late if we don’t leave now” He didn’t actually care about being late, he just wanted to stop you getting more worried than you already were. 

“Oh shit, m’sorry. Yeah, okay I’m ready, let’s go” Eddie gave your hands a tight squeeze and then let them go, you silently cursed yourself for wishing that he had kept holding them. “S’okay, do you need a jacket or anything?” Eddie asked as he lead you out of his room. “No Eds I don’t need a jacket, we’ll be inside the whole night” You responded trying to sound as normal as possible, but all you could think about was his hand on the lower dip of your back as he followed you to the front door. “You are cold literally all of the time! I’ve seen you wear coats in June and it’s mid-Winter right now, forgive me for assuming you would be cold tonight!” Eddie laughed as he said it. “I’ll be fine Munson.” 

“Okay fine I’ll take your word for it. But I swear I’m not giving you my jacket if you realise I’m right and start freezing your ass off.” 

You laughed and turned your head to look at him, that signature smirk on his face. “You got it.” You both knew he was going to give you his jacket anyway. 

Eddie jumped into the van, getting ready to drive. Within about ten seconds his face dropped completely. “What’s wrong?” you asked curiously. 

“Uh, so you know how sometimes I get distracted and then I forget to do things that were really important?” Eddie avoided looking at you as he spoke, you already had an idea of where this was going. “Yeah that’s kind of your thing” you giggled. “Heh yeah so uh it shouldn't really surprise you if I told you I kinda forgot to fill the van up?” Eddie asked innocently, it really was impossible to be mad at him when he looked like that. “Wait we don’t have any gas?” You asked him.

“Shit Y/N I’m so sorry. I was meant to run errands the other day and then I got this idea for a new campaign - It’s actually really cool I wanna tell you about it later - and anyway then I started writing that down and then Wayne came home and-” 

“Eddie!” you cut him off with an exasperated laugh. 

“ What?” Eddie asked abruptly, finally looking at you. “Breathe!” you reminded him. 

“Oh yeah m’sorry I just, I didn’t want you to think I had done this on purpose and I really didn’t I just- I’m rambling again. Shit sorry.” Eddie finally stopped talking and took the keys out of the ignition in defeat. “So I’m guessing the concert is a no-go,” you asked him quietly. 

“I mean, hey we could always walk it” Eddie laughed “but uh we probably wouldn't get there for about twelve hours” 

“Huh, I think we might miss the band if we did that.” 

“Yeah probably” Eddie took a breath and started fiddling with his rings, you could tell he was disappointed; truthfully you weren’t that bothered. Sure it would have been amazing to go to your first concert, but you had already worked out that with no gas in the van you would end up staying at Eddie's tonight, and a night in with Eddie was one of your favourite things. 

“Hey” you nudged Eddie’s arm with your hand, just trying to get his attention. “It’s okay. I mean there’ll be other concerts, right? We’ll try again then- I’ll drive us next time, no offence or anything” Eddie finally laughed again as you finished talking. “Yeah s’probably for the best.” You both silently got out of the van and walked back into the warmth of the trailer, neither of you felt the need to ask the other if you were going to stay the night, that question didn’t even need to be asked anymore, you both just knew you were always welcome. More than welcome, Eddie hated the nights you weren’t there, and he kept telling himself it was perfectly normal to feel that way towards his best friend. 

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Back in the trailer, you both stood in the kitchen as Eddie searched through cupboards looking for something to eat. “Do you just wanna order pizza or something? I was meant to go grocery shopping for Wayne but I uh, forgot” Eddie leant against the kitchen counter, his guilty face illuminated by the dim lights above him. 

“Why does that not surprise me even a little bit” you shook your head, holding back a laugh as you said it, you hated how endearing you found him. He looked at you with a feigned hurt as his mouth dropped open “You wound me, princess”. 

Before you could retaliate by reminding him that not ten minutes ago he announced he had also forgotten to fill up the van with gas, the exact thing that led to you being stuck at Eddie’s trailer for the night, he walked across the room and picked up the phone “What kind of pizza do you want sweets?”. 

“I don’t mind Eds, just get your favourite” you mumbled as you walked over to throw yourself down on the sofa, trying to hide how your whole body seemed to react to the nickname. You really needed to work on the whole subtlety thing. 

Eddie did order a pizza; he ordered what he knew was your favourite, not his. 

He always did this, if there was anything he could do to make you happy, you best believe he would crawl to the ends of the earth to do it. Like when your car broke down and had to be in the garage for a week; Eddie picked you up for school every morning. Sure, it meant he had to wake up an hour earlier than normal, and then drive all the way across town to your house, which was in the opposite direction of the school, to get you. But he promised you he didn’t mind. And he really didn’t. So much so that when your car was fixed, Eddie offered to carry on carpooling with you anyway, he told you it was just easier that way.

 “Look, this way you don’t have to waste money on gas, and it’ll stop me from getting bored having to drive on my own. Plus uh, you know, if I’m getting you every morning I might actually graduate this year, turning up on time for school will help with that I ‘spose” Eddie laughed awkwardly as he finished speaking, whilst fiddling with his rings, as you sat across from him in his van. That last part was absolutely true and Eddie knew it. The rest of it was just an excuse to spend time with you. You didn’t need to know that though. 

“Okay, Eds, only if you’re sure though, I don’t wanna be a pain in the ass or anything” 

“Are you kidding?” Eddie was sure you were joking but then he met your eyes and saw how uncertain you looked - it didn’t matter that you two had been friends for years now, you were still sure that you were a bother to everyone around you. Eddie knew you struggled with feeling secure in your relationships, platonic or romantic. Eddie also knew this was because of your parents; growing up with a mom and dad who made sure to let you know just how much you disrupted their lives, by simply existing, left you with a sort of unhealthy worldview. To put it mildly. You found it nearly impossible to believe that someone could actively choose to have you be a part of their life, let alone change their life to better fit you into it. - Eddie had seen that look on your face a million times, he hated that you saw yourself as such a burden, so instead of making one of his signature sarcastic comments, Eddie said “Y/N do you know how important you are to me? Do you think I would bestow the title of best friend on just anyone? No, absolutely not sweetheart - that title is an honour and it is saved for just you” You giggled as he began his theatrics, voice going all dramatic and hands flying around in emphasis. “So I never want to hear this bullshit about being a pain in my ass again, okay?” 

“Okay” heat rushed to your cheeks and you held back a love-struck smile as you looked at Eddie. You really hoped he didn’t notice. 

Of course he did, he noticed everything about you. But he somehow still didn’t believe that you were in love with him. Or that he was in love with you. Actually, that was a lie, he knew that he was in love with you, but he promised himself he would never act on those feelings. He tried to push them down and pretend they didn’t exist. He would ignore the way his heart raced whenever he first saw you in the mornings, all smiles accompanied by a small wave as you walked over to his van. He ignored the way that he felt his skin set on fire whenever your hand touched his arm. Or how he felt like the only time anyone really looked at him, was when you looked at him. He knew that if he let himself, his feelings would become all-consuming. So he kept a lock on them, constantly holding the floodgates closed, in hopes that he wouldn’t someday wake up and himself drowning in them. No, Eddie had decided long ago that losing you would be far worse than living with his (what he believed to be) unrequited feelings. 

Once Eddie had ordered the pizza he sat down next to you on the sofa, expecting you to lean against him like you normally did. You had always been touchy-feely, always needing to have physical contact with him. Whether it was a hand resting on his arm, or your legs being delicately thrown over his lap whilst you both sat and talked until the early hours of the morning. “Hey” he bumped your shoulder with his, rousing you from your thoughts and you pulled your gaze from the television, where old cartoons were playing silently and looked at him. “Hey to you too” you whispered back. 

“I really am sorry we couldn’t go to the concert” he murmured sheepishly. You saw the genuine guilt on his face and it was hard not to reach over and hug him. “I’m an idiot” he continued to talk when you didn’t reply. “You really are an idiot’ you said with fake seriousness, his mouth dropped and he scoffed, trying to look offended by your words. You leaned into him more and laughed “But you’re my idiot, so it’s okay. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” You told him, and you saw him bite back a smile, trying to hide how smitten he was with you. 

“Right back at you sweets”

“Eddie Munson are you saying I’m an idiot too” you pulled back your head from where it had dropped onto his shoulder and looked at him properly for the first time you had walked back into the trailer, you felt your cheeks heat up from your close proximity to him. 

“What- no, no I just meant like, I wouldn’t want you any other way either! Y’know? You’re pretty damn perfect” Eddie spoke those last words so quietly you almost didn’t hear them. 

“I don't think so. I think you’re just biased. I’ve tricked you into liking me actually, didn’t you know that?” you giggled as Eddie reacted to what you said. “Oh yeah? And how have you done that?” Eddie leant further away from you so he could really look at you. “Well I can’t tell you that or it would ruin it! But we both know it wasn’t my sparkling personality that won you over” you joked. 

When you met Eddie you were in a pretty bad place mentally, you had never gotten along with your parents but it got really bad a couple of years ago, around the same time you became friends; safe to say you weren’t much fun to be around. You still struggled to understand why Eddie had even bothered to spend the time breaking through the walls you had put up around yourself, but he did. And you loved him for that, no one else had ever spent so much time getting to know who you really were. 

“Don’t say that. It actually was your dazzling personality that did it for me I’ll have you know. You might not like yourself sometimes but I’m a pretty big fan, you’re the only thing your damn parents did right, I should probably thank them for that one day.” You pulled your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, looking away from Eddie and back to the cartoons playing. “You’re so cheesy” It was all you could think to say, he was being sweet again and you didn’t trust yourself to say much more without giving away how desperately in love you were. 

Before you could register what was happening Eddie had jumped up abruptly and was halfway across the room, leaning down to put music on. “What’re you doing’ you asked him. “Jus’ though that even if we can’t go to the concert that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun” He turned and held his hand out for you to take, a smile plastered on his face, the kind of smile that felt like he had swept you off your feet into a tight hug. You couldn’t say no to Eddie, so you reached your hand out and he grabbed it, pulling you up gently. 

The music kicked in and you laughed as Eddie started singing along to it “What’re we doing?” you shouted slightly so he could hear your voice over the song. “We’re being rockstars, what else?” Eddie let go of your hand and suddenly started singing more energetically, hands flailing around him as he danced to the music - it wasn’t good dancing, but in his defence, it was kind of hard to dance to his kind of music. 

You watched him and couldn’t stop the laughs that bubbled up inside of you, “Come on princess don’t leave me to do this alone, I’ll look ridiculous by myself!” You shook your head and then started singing as loud as you could. Eddie shouted in delight and joined back in, watching as you sang and danced around the living room, the only lights being a small lamp in the corner and the TV set illuminating the room. You don’t know how long you did this for, you must have gone through three or four songs, both of you acting like you were on stage, Eddie even did air guitar at one point. That made you stop and keel over laughing, you knew he could play the guitar, but his air guitar was awful, not even trying to make it look realistic. You loved it. 

“Dance with me” You stopped your little performance - you thought you were doing pretty good if you did say so yourself - and looked at Eddie. “We are dancing” You responded. “No, dance with me.” Eddie walked over to you and his fingers grazed yours. “Eds we can’t exactly dance to this” you retaliated, though you still let him hold your hands in his bigger ones. “Sure we can” smiled “Just follow my lead”. He went to move one hand to your waist and hesitated before holding you, checking that this was okay with you. You smiled and nodded gently. One of your hands was still in his, and the other you had rested on his shoulder. He started swaying you both back and forth and you couldn’t help but bite back a smile

 “Eddie this is ridicu-” 

“Shh, jus’ dance with me. Ignore the music, kay?” Eddie looked at you so seriously that your breath almost hitched in your throat. 

“Okay” Your voice was so quiet you were surprised he even heard you. 

You and Eddie danced around the living room without saying another word to the other. The light from the TV flashing across both your faces. Eddie swirled you around and then pulled you in closer than you were before, chests almost touching. He stared right into your eyes and you did the same right back. You felt the mood change suddenly, but also not suddenly. Like you had both been waiting months for a chance like this, neither of you being brave enough to initiate anything until tonight. A haze fell over you and felt your whole body lean into him more, almost involuntarily. Like there had always been some invisible string connecting both of you, and you were finally going to stop fighting it. 

With Eddie’s hands on your lower back and yours thrown around his neck, time seemed to stop. You couldn’t even hear the music anymore, all you could think about was Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. And how perfect he looked, how dark his eyes were, how his hair around his face and all you wanted to do was tangle your hands in it. You felt him move one of his hands up your back, all the way up to rest on your cheek, his thumb moving in small circles just under your eye. “Y/N I-” 

A loud, abrupt knock on the door had both of you jumping back about a mile. “Shit, the pizza” Eddie froze for a moment then seemed to snap out of it, he turned off the music and grabbed his money to pay for the pizza. You stood there not saying anything as you tried to process what had just happened. What could have happened. Your brain was all fuzzy and your hands felt shaky and you hated how overwhelmed you get with everything. 

You sat down on the sofa and turned the sound back on the TV. Were you supposed to say something? Act as if nothing had happened? You had no idea. Eddie had thanked the guy for the pizza and he brought it over to you, placing it between you both, sitting down on the other end of the sofa. 

Shit. You had messed up. But he had been the one who held you like that, he was the one who pulled you closer. Shit, shit, shit. You didn’t want to lose your best friend. 

“You okay?” Eddie asked, you followed his eye line down and saw how aggressively you were messing with your hands. You hadn’t even realised you were doing it. Fuck. “Yeah, m’fine. Hungry” You grabbed a piece of pizza and stared straight ahead at the TV.

 Eddie didn’t push the matter. He was terrified he had just ruined everything, he tried so hard to push his feelings down, but at that moment he just couldn’t anymore. For a moment he thought you were okay with it, for a crazy second he swore you looked just as dizzy in love as he did. But then you both had to jump apart and you didn’t say anything. He brought the pizza over, and you still didn’t say anything. He sat away from you so you didn’t feel like he was trying to push himself on you. And just then you had so obviously brushed him off like you didn’t even want to look at him anymore. Shit, he thought, nice job asshole, you scared her away. 

You both sat and ate the pizza in silence, watching whatever was playing on the TV. You finally braved a look over at Eddie and you couldn’t for the life of you work out the expression on his face. Annoyance? Hurt? His eyes were glued to the TV and his lips were pressed together in a firm line. You uncrossed your legs and stood up “Bathroom” you simply said to Eddie, walking faster than normal, not wanting him to notice how your eyes had started to water, or how your lip was quivering. 

You shut the door behind you and rested all your weight against it. Desperately trying to stop the tears you could feel threatening to fall. Your hands rested by your side, palms on the door as you steadied yourself. Closing your eyes you made a split decision that when you walked out of the bathroom you would tell Eddie you were feeling ill, with any luck he’d believe you and you could both go to bed. 

Before you left the bathroom you walked in front of the mirror and stared back at yourself. Your eyeliner had smudged slightly from the tears you couldn’t stop, and the colour had drained from your face, how did you look so wrecked just from what had happened? Nothing had even happened! It was just the rush of so many emotions that had washed over you during the past hour. You shook your head, almost trying to shake the thoughts about Eddie out of your mind. It didn't work. 

When you walked out of the bathroom you saw Eddie standing in the kitchen. His back to you as he put the leftover pizza in the fridge, then grabbed a post-it note and pen. Presumably to write a note to Wayne letting him know there was food left for him. You stood in the bathroom doorway for a second and then took a shaky breath before you walked to the kitchen, standing next to Eddie near the counter. 

“I’m not feeling so-” 

“Did you want to-” 

You both spoke over each other and then cut yourselves off as you awkwardly waited for the other to speak. “Uh sorry, what’d you say?” Eddie looked at you with those doe eyes again and you felt your heart break. Again. “S’just that I’m not feeling so good” you saw the sudden panic spread across his face and instantly regretted saying it. “M’just tired I think, It’s been a long night. We should probably both just go to sleep, yeah?” You leaned back against the counter and you could just make out Eddie’s face drop slightly, features illuminated in the light of the fridge he had left open. He had turned out the lamp that was on before, you noticed. Making it even darker than it had been before. 

He moved to stand in front of you and his eyes flicked across your face, so quickly you almost missed it. Then, almost too casually he just said “Oh yeah okay, that’s fine. D’you want me to sleep out here, you want some space?” You normally just slept in the same bed, it had never bothered you, or Eddie, before. The fact that he asked you that question told you everything you needed to know. He could see through the whole facade you were putting up. You dropped your gaze to the wall behind Eddie and crossed your arms over your chest. “No, no it's not- I don’t want you to leave me alone or anything” your voice was so quiet Eddie had to lean in slightly to make out what you were saying. “I just uh, I guess. Fuck” you were getting visibly frustrated with yourself and Eddie didn’t quite know what was going on with you. 

“Y/N hey. Look at me.” Eddie’s soft voice rang out through the deafening silence and you felt tears starting to prick at your eyes again. No, no, no, you could not cry. Not right now. “Okay, why don’t I go get some blankets and pillows and we can sit on the sofa, watch a film or something yeah? M’not that tired, you can fall asleep though if you need sweets.” 

You finally broke your gaze from the wall behind Eddie as he started to move away from you. Before you realised what you had done, you grabbed his wrist and he stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to face you, his eyebrows raising in a silent question. Your grip on his wrist loosened a bit and he took the opportunity to intertwine his fingers with yours, in an attempt to ground you. “Can you jus’ stay with me for a second” you whispered timidly. 

“Yeah. Yeah ‘of course I can. I can do whatever you want me to, you know that. You just need to tell me what you need.” Eddie whispered back just as quietly as you had. 

“Don’t say stuff like that” you were right on the edge, you were so overwhelmed. You just needed him, needed to be close to him. 

“Why not?” Eddie squeezed your hand and you were back in the position you were at the start of the night. Eddie stood in front of you, holding your hand, trying to get you out of your own mind. Eddie was the only person you could do that. Make you feel okay again. 

‘Because” you replied, your voice straining as you said it. 

“Because what, sweetheart” Eddie breathed. He was right on the edge with you. 

Fuck it. 

Your free hand reached up to grab the back of his neck and you pulled Eddie into you. Your lips meeting so softly and quickly that you almost didn’t register what has happened. But it had happened. You had kissed Eddie. You pulled back and stared at Eddie, you saw the shock wash over his face and for a minute you thought the worst. 

But then he reached up with both hands to cup your cheeks and smashed his lips onto yours. It felt real this time. You didn’t even hesitate for a second, kissing Eddie back with just as much need as he kissed you. Your lips slotting together perfectly, like you were made to kiss only each other. Your hands fisted in his t-shirt as you desperately pulled him closer, mouths moving against each others in perfect harmony, you both moved at exactly the right time, kissing deeper and longer each time. 

Kissing Eddie felt like floating and drowning at the same time. It felt like falling into bed after an impossibly long day. It felt like that first sip of water you take in the morning. It felt like waking up to snow when you were a child. It felt like everything you ever needed. 

You only pulled away from each other when you physically couldn't breathe anymore. Both leaning your foreheads against each other as you breathed heavily, trying to get your breaths back.

“Fuck sweetheart” Eddie lowered his hands to your waist and you felt electricity run through you everywhere his hands were. “Uh-huh” was all you could say in response, you weren’t sure words would come out even if you tried to speak. “Are you okay? M’sorry I didn’t mean to get so um. You just, you kissed me and I. We don’t have to do this, I know you’re not feeling-” You smiled and it stopped Eddie from talking. “Just kiss me, Eddie”. 

You didn’t have to ask him twice. He smiled a giddy smile and kissed you again. Your hands moved to rest at the nape of his neck and you tilted your head, letting Eddie kiss you more. That was all you wanted. More, more, more. He felt like your life-support. 

Eddie could feel the desperation from the way your hands pulled gently at his hair and he had to hold back a whimper. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You granted it immediately, opening your mouth and letting Eddie slip his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss. You let out an honest-to-goodness moan, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed. 

You just kept kissing Eddie.

 All you could think about was his tongue in your mouth and how soft his lips felt. How soft his hair was between your fingers as you pulled on it gently. How perfect his hands are on your cheeks, waist, neck, everywhere, all at once. It was so overwhelming, in the most perfect way. 

Eddie pushed you back slightly so that you were completely pressed up against the counter. You separated for only a split second so you could take a breath, but Eddie didn’t go far. His lips trailed down your jaw and to your neck, kissing every bit of your skin he could. 

You threw your head back, exposing more of your neck for Eddie to kiss. He left little open-mouth kisses all over. He felt your whole body shiver and he realised he’d found your sweet spot. He smiled into your neck and doubled his efforts, alternating between sucking and kissing you right there, his teeth grazing over it occasionally. Your whole body was on fire, you were sure of it.

You reached your hands deeper into Eddie’s hair and pushed him further into your neck “Fuck Eddie it’s so-” 

“What sweetheart” Eddie mumbled into your neck, not letting up for even a second. 

“Feels so good Eds” you whimpered out and Eddie swore he died there and then. He sucked harder on your sweet spot and licked his tongue over it to soothe it. 

You pulled him back up you and smashed your mouth into his with so much desperation that they met with a clatter of teeth and noses banging into each other, but it was all you needed. This time you pushed your tongue into his mouth and his thumb rubbed soft circles into your cheek. You made out for who knows how long, it might have been five minutes or an hour, but you couldn’t tell anymore. All you know is at some point Eddie lifted you onto the counter and his hand went to your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

You lowered your mouth to Eddie's neck, just like he had done to you, and you didn’t let up until he was outright moaning, pulling your body as close to his as was physically possible. “Angel we should stop” Eddie managed to moan out. 

You stopped instantly and raised your head to look at him “Are you okay?” you asked, sounding just as fucked out as you felt. He had barely touched you and you were a goner.

 “Am I okay? Shit sweetheart. Yeah, I’m okay, S’just” Eddie’s hands were rubbing up and down your back, as he spoke to you. “We should probably stop now, right?”

 You knew what Eddie was asking. “What if I don’t want to stop,” you replied quietly. 

“You don’t?” 

“No, I don’t” Eddie let out a shaky breath and you felt his grip on you get a little bit tighter.

 “Sweetheart, I really need you to tell me exactly what it is you want here.” 

Fuck it. “I want you to touch me, Eddie” 

Within a second Eddie had lifted you off the counter and carried you over to the sofa, laying you down as he hovered above you, going back to kissing you instantly. His hands on either side of your head, holding himself up.

 You wrapped your legs back around Eddie's waist, silently begging him to come closer. He obliged as he rested more of his weight on you, grinding his hips down ever so gently, but it was enough to pull a moan from the back of your throat. 

“Yeah, sweetheart” Eddie smirked down at you and moved to kiss your neck. “That feel good?” 

“Eddie- fuck, more” Your eyes felt so heavy and all you could focus on was how good he was making you feel already. You raised your hips slightly, trying to get the pressure just where you needed it; but you were so fucked out that your movements were erratic and desperate. Eddie laughed quietly and kept grinding his hips into, going a bit harder as he realised this was without a doubt what you wanted. Using his hand that wasn’t holding him up to grab onto your hip, gently moving his hand under the fabric so it was resting on your small bit of skin that was now exposed. 

“Shit angel keep making those pretty noises for me, kay? Can you do that?” Eddie lifted his head from your neck and watched your face, your eyes almost shut and your mouth dropped open slightly; your cheeks flushing a bright crimson. 

When you didn’t answer him he stopped moving his hips and you let out a desperate whimper. And Eddie had to hold himself back from fucking you there and then, he never imagined you’d be so pretty like this. “Look at me, hey. I said are you gonna keep making those pretty noises for me?” Eddie dipped down to press a chaste kiss to your mouth. “Use your words sweetheart” 

“fuck.. yeah please.. please just” Your legs tightened their hold on his waist and you tried so hard to compose yourself. “Jus’ touch me. Please” 

“Okay okay. I’ve got you sweets.” Eddie moved his hand so slowly you were sure he was teasing you. Which he was to some extent, but he also just wanted you to have time to change your mind. 

Eddie’s hand grazed your thigh and his fingers gently began to move your skirt up around your hips. “‘S this okay love?” 

Fuck. The pet names were going to be the death of you. “Yes yes please, ‘s more than okay” You sounded so breathless that Eddie moved back to kiss you again, he wasn’t sure if he did it to calm you or calm himself. As your mouths moved against each other, his fingers rested on your panties and his breath hitched as he felt how wet you were. 

“Jesus baby why didn’t you say something sooner? You’re dripping angel” 

“Mhm. ‘M sorry” 

“Don’t say sorry. Jus’ wish I’d known sooner. Shit, thought about you like this so much.” Eddie grazed his fingers over you again and you moved your hips against his hand, you didn’t know if it was his hand or his words that had you whimpering out little breathless ‘please’ and ‘ed’s’ but it seemed to be all you could say anymore. 

“‘M right here okay, don’t need to beg pretty, not this time anyway” Eddie’s eyes locked with yours again as he dipped his fingers under the fabric covering your cunt and dragged his fingers through your folds, coating his fingers in you before he started to rub over your clit. 

“Oh fuck- holy shit” Your back arched off the sofa and Eddie didn’t break eye contact with you for one second, completely in awe of how reactive you were being with him. Sure he’d slept with other people before, but they’d never been like you were. You were so sensitive to everything he did, all he’d done was rub small, slow circles over your clit and you were putty in his hands. 

“You’re so sensitive sweetheart. ‘S it always like this? or is this just for me?” Eddie dipped his head down to your neck again and started sucking on your sweet spot - making you mewl and whimper underneath him even more than you already were. 

“Never like this.. oh shit.. ‘s just you. you’re so good” You were just saying words at this point, your brain couldn’t keep up with your mouth. You pushed your head back into the sofa even more, trying to expose more of your neck for Eddie to kiss and mark. 

Eddie made some unintelligible noise into your neck to let you know he’d heard what you just said. His two fingers halted their movements and your eyes flew open to see what he was doing. He smirked at your reaction, shit if you got this desperate each time he was a dead man. 

He moved one finger down and slowly dipped it inside yoy. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan and your hands grabbed at Eddie’s t-shirt desperately. He knew what you were asking for before you even had time to ask. He sat up slightly, removing his hand from your cunt, and pulled his t-shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the living room. You had seen Eddie topless a few times, but you had always made an effort not to stare, excusing yourself from the room or just averting your eyes. But now you were staring without shame, and was so pretty. 

You reached up for him again and wrapped your arms around his back. He leant back down to his previous position and moved his hand back down to where you so desperately needed him. 

Eddie was trying to be a gentleman here, and take it slow. But he could feel how desperate he was now. He looked at your face again as he took two of his fingers and dipped them inside you. 

“Oh fuck.. ed’s” You moaned out as his fingers started moving in and out of you. You couldn’t get over how perfect this all felt, it wasn’t even slightly awkward. But that was probably helped by how talented Eddie was with his fingers. He does play guitar, you thought. Of course. 

Eddie didn’t move down to kiss you again, and when you tried to lift your head up to him he tutted and you dropped it again confused. His hand resting next to your head fisted into the cushion you were resting your head on. “Stay there angel, I wanna see your face when you cum okay?” 

You nodded your head so quickly he laughed breathily and whispered a quiet “good girl”. 

Fuck. You were sure you died there and then. 

Your eyebrows furrowed together and you let out the sweetest little sound he had heard you make all night. “Oh shit- you wanna be my good girl sweetheart?” Eddie had a shit-eating grin on his face, his fingers not faltering for even a second. 

“Yeah,, oh god,, baby please” 

You had never called Eddie anything like that before. But baby? Before he had realised what he was doing he had moved to have both of his legs encompassing one of yours, and he grinded his hips down onto your soft thigh. Desperate for some sort of friction. 

You watched as Eddi moved against you and let out a tiny, almost inaudible moan. Shit, you made a mental note to make him make those sounds much more often. 

Eddie curled his fingers up inside you and hit your sweet spot. Your nails dug into the skin of his back as you tried to ground yourself. Eddie made you feel like you were floating. 

You felt the pressure building and building inside of you and you knew you couldn’t hold on much longer. 

“Eddie ‘m gonna cum” you breathed out. 

Eddie snapped his head up from where his neck had dipped slightly, lost in how good you felt and sounded. 

“Yeah baby? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me” 

You whimpered and nodded your head, closing your eyes tightly as you felt that coil in your stomach tightening. 

“Fuck angel come on. cum for me” Eddie kept his fingers moving just the way you needed him to. His eyes locked on your face, contorted in pleasure. 

“Shit ed’s,, oh god,, please fuck” You didn’t even know what you were begging for. You just needed Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You were so drunk on him you felt dizzy. You didn’t even realise you were moaning his name over and over. 

“I know sweetheart, I’m right here. Let go for me, come on” 

That was all it took to push you over the edge, you felt that pressure run through you and it felt so so good. Your eyes screwed tightly shut and your mouth hanging open as your back arched, like your body was trying to get as close to Eddie as was humanly possible. 

“That’s my girl. Fuck,, Jus’ let go for f’me” Eddie didn’t slow his fingers for even a second, determined to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible. 

“Shit baby you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you come” You barely heard Eddie over the ringing in your ears. Your whole body felt white-hot and you weren’t sure what noises you were making, but Eddie seemed to like them. Grinding his hips down on your thigh faster and harder. His own moans seemingly getting louder with every movement. Until you felt him drop his weight down onto you and bury his face in your neck. 

Suddenly everything seemed to get too much and you pushed Eddie’s hand away from you, your whole body shaking. You opened your eyes and realised you had left marks all over Eddie’s back. 

Eddie lifted his head from your neck and pulled his hand up to his mouth, before you could ask what he was doing he had dipped his fingers into his mouth as he licked you off of him. 

That might have been the hottest thing you had ever seen. Eddie noticed the blush that crept onto your face and asked “You want a taste angel?” 

You just grabbed his wrist and pulled his two fingers into your mouth, running your tongue over them again and again. 

“Eddie that was-“ 

“Yeah” 

You turned your head to the side trying to hide your face from. You don’t know why you were getting nervous now, but Eddie wasn’t having any of it. He gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer finger and lowered his lips to yours. Your mouth opening instantly to let his tongue run over your own. 

You made out for a while, your hands intertwined. You both just needed a minute to breathe. Which was made slightly more difficult with his tongue in your mouth. But you worked around it. 

After a while Eddie pulled back, not moving his body off you, just lifting his head enough to look at you. The hand that wasn’t holding yours pushed your hair back behind your ear. You blushed and he thought it was adorable that he had just made you come and yet that made you nervous. 

“Hey uh if it wasn’t already obvious. I uh, am ridiculously in love with you.” You stared at Eddie, taking in his confession. 

“I’m in love with you too, dumbass.”

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authors note: this is the first fanficiton i have ever written, so it's safe to say i'm more than a little nervous to be posting it. this was originally meant to be a drabble so i have no idea how it got to 7.9k. also i'm sorry the smut is so bad and short! i had no idea how to write it so it kind of got cut short, regardless i hope you enjoyed it, maybe<3

also i'm sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors! i proof read this once and then gave up <3

tags: @myobmaya @ali-r3n

[hells-wasabii]

Hi I was hoping if maybe you could do Velvette and Carmilla (poly or separate whichever you want to do) with a fem s/o that had a very abusive ex while she was alive like both physical and verbal abuse. She also has a hard time going out because she is terrified that she might run into them again. No pressure though hope you have a good day!😁

A/N: I'm so sorry i didn't write over the weekend, I got so busy it was ridiculous. Should be back to our regularly scheduled broadcast tomorrow! I'll be honest, this ask resonated with me, I immediately knew that I was gonna enjoy writing this one and you'll see why. Like i did last time, I'll be putting one drabble on one post and the other on a separate one with the ask included!

Character: Velvette

Type: Fic (Velvette x fem!reader who had an abusive ex, Angst, Fluff)

She was going to destroy them. And whatever was left of them when she was done, no one would dare touch, else they also wanted their lives burnt to ash.

Velvette was furious, livid. Needless to say, the influencer was on a war path.

Truly, she was glad that you weren’t here to see her like this. You didn’t need another reminder of that stain of a soul, though she wasn’t just going to lie or keep you in the dark. You knew where she was and what she was planning. You had been in tears when she told you in soft whispers that it was going to be okay, that she was going to ‘take care of it’. She was surprised that she had been able to keep her cool until she had left the flat.

Honestly, the influencer knew that she wasn’t supposed to know about the bastard yet. You had wanted to tell her on your own time and she respected that. But that didn’t mean that she hadn’t already suspected. When you would get nervous out in public, looking out into crowds like you were expecting to see a ghost. The flinching early in your relationship anytime she’d so much as graze your arm.

It figured that they were in hell too. It made sense, all things considered. Plus they were probably slippery enough to stay out of the path of any angels during exterminations

It had been such a peaceful day too. The both of your schedules had aligned, Velvette was between projects and you hadn’t had any real plans until later in the night, which said plans were with the overlord anyways.

It had been so long since the two of you had enjoyed a lazy morning together. Velvette was more than content simply enjoying each other’s company on the couch. You had been entangled with your lover, your arms loosely wrapped around her waist while you rest your chin on her shoulder, watching her scroll through her current feed.

She remembered so clearly how tense you became when she came across the picture. Some club goer that she would have completely ignored other wise, had it not been for the fact that you had started trembling. And then you flinched when the overlord had reached out to cup your cheek. She was quick to assure you that you had nothing to apologize for when you offered a dejected ‘sorry’.

And that was how Velvette found out about your only other serious relationship and the story of your death. Through needless apologies and countless tears.

Now, the influencer found herself storming through the halls of Vee Tower with one destination in mind. Vox’s office.

“Vox I need your help.” These were the first words out of her mouth when she burst in through the doors to the video star’s office

“Velvette, I thought you were taking today off?” The video star startled, quickly closing his current video feed. He seemed more than he would have usually. Whether it was because he hadn’t expected to see her or because of how angry she looked, the influencer didn’t know. And frankly, she didn’t give a shit, either. He could keep watching the radio demon like a creep later.

The video star leaned back in his seat when Velvette didn’t offer an answer. So instead he gesturing for the younger overlord to sit. She did not. Lacing his fingers together, Vox took in the sight that was Velvette. She was angry, that much was obvious, but why? She didn’t have any current projects that he could think of, so what in the literal hell could have her so vexed?

“What’s got you on a war path today my dear?” Though his smile didn’t meet his eyes. No, he knew something was very wrong.

“I need a favor.” This seemed to get his attention. In reality, Velvette rarely asked for favours, instead preferring to get shit done herself. Even rarer still, she was here, asking him in person instead of calling or texting him.

Vox turned to her fully now, a serious expression settling upon his screen. “Of course, what do you need?”

“Your reach is farther than mine,” She admitted, her voice soft, betraying the unbridled rage that dwelled beneath the surface. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a photo of demon who had summoned her ire, sliding a photo across his desk to show him. An eyebrow raise, the older sinner took the photo in his hand.

Mostly uninterested, Vox really wasn’t sure what he was looking at. The picture was ordinary, some demon taking a selfie at a club. Looked like some regular old schmuck to him. Returning his gaze back to his youngest cohort, he found her glaring at the offending photo so hard that he was surprised it didn’t burst into flames right there in his hand. Just to be safe, he put the photo back down on his desk.

“And what exactly did this poor bastard do to piss you off this bad?”

“That’s the fucker who used to beat on my girl.” Velvette all but hissed out, glarring down at the picture. Then, she spoke again, softer, her voice nearly trembling as a more grave expression took to her face. “They killed her, too.”

Vox froze, his screen flickering as his own temper spiked at the revelation. You were good for Velvette. He actually liked you, which was more than he could say about any other demon that the influencer had brought around the tower. Val liked you just as much. He was going to be pissed if he was left out of the fun, the video star noted as he shot the moth demon a quick text to get his ass to his office. Vox’s lips split into a vicious grin, his voice low, practically a growl as he forced out a: “Well, lets get to work then, shall we?”

[icycoldninja]

Promised (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

You, a youthful, yet extraordinarily sad teenager, were perched atop a cliff, feeling lonlier than ever. Your boyfriend, the young SOLDIER prodigy, Sephiroth, had been sent away to war and you had no idea when he would be back. If he would be back. Every day you traveled up to this precipice, where you two often met in the past. You found yourself curled up on the grass under the tree where you and he had carved your names into the bark.

Sephiroth x Y/N, forever.

Bringing your knees up to your chest and burying you face into them, you began to sob, worry and fear overwhelming you again, as it tended to do so every day.

"Y/N! Hey!" You turned and peered at the source of the voice with teary eyes, surprised to see a familiar, short teenage boy running towards you.

"Seph?" You sprung to your feet, dashing towards him and wrapping him in a tight hug. "You're back! I...I missed you so much." The young boy pulled away from you, standing on his tiptoes so he could plant a kiss on your forehead, all while smiling that sweet, calm smile he always did. You chuckled, remembering how you always teased him for being shorter than you.

"I'm back, you giant," He chuckled, gazing up at you fondly. Hope rising in your chest, you asked if he would be staying long, as there were so many new developments in your hometown; so many things you wanted to show and talk to him about. The look he gave you in response was answer enough; the way his eyes temporarily lost their shine and his mouth curved into the tiniest of frowns told you that the answer was negative.

"I'm...sorry, Y/N," He mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. "I must go back next week. They're sending me to Rhadoran next." You nodded, crestfallen, though you tried to keep up a cheerful front.

Unfortunately, there was no fooling Sephiroth. His watchful, neon green eyes saw everything.

"I know it's tough," He whispered, taking you by the shoulders and pulling you close. "But you have to hang in there. I promise, when I get back, everything will be different. Just trust me."

You nodded, knowing that this wasn't easy for him either. You had to stay strong, like he was, and take comfort in the fact that soon, the war will be over, and then you could spend more time with your beloved.

"Don't worry," Sephiroth assured you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head against your chest. "I'll never forget you." You nodded, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from bursting into tears. Sephiroth rubbed circles into your lower back; his touch cold because of the leather gloves he was wearing.

"I love you, Seph." You murmured, tightening your hold around him. "I always will. Forever." A faint smile tugged at the corners of Sephiroth's mouth. He pulled away again before fishing in his pocket, soon producing a tiny black case.

"I know we can't officially get married cause we're both still legally children, but..." He opened the case, revealing two simple, yet beautiful silver rings. "I got these from a jeweler who lived in a town we happened to pass through. They're promise rings, kinda like engagement rings, but for kids."

"They're beautiful," You whispered, causing a light dusting of pink to appear on the boy's pale cheeks.

"Really? You really like them?" He sounded uncertain and neverous, yet giddy at the same time. You nodded excitedly as he took one of the rings from the box and slipped it onto your finger.

"I love them, Seph--I love anything you give me." Sephiroth smiled, handing you the box so you could slide the other ring onto his finger.

"We're officially engaged now," He stated, once you were finished. You couldn't help but giggle at how matter-of-factly he'd said it.

"We are!" You cheered, hugging him tightly. Sephiroth let out a quiet sigh as he stood there, trapped in your hold, and silently wished that this moment could last forever.

Unfortunately, nothing ever did. After just one day of relaxing with you, he was once again shipped off to Rhadoran to fight in the front lines. Watching him leave was painful; the joy that had recently filled your heart quickly evaporated into despairing emptiness. He'd only just left and you missed him already. When would he be back?

You asked every soldier that came to your town, "When will Sephiroth be back?" Every time, they never gave you a straight answer. It seemed that they didn't know either.

You soon gave up inquiring and simply observed the passengers of each truck that arrived. Every time one arrived, Sephiroth was nowhere to be seen, and you lost more and more hope; the only thing you had to remind you of him was the promise ring he'd given you, which you wore every day without fail. You would treasure that ring; it was a symbol of your love and dedication, one of the few things that comforted you during these depressing times.

Several years later, you were perched atop that very same cliff once again, curled up under that tree where you and Sephiroth had carved your names, though the words had long since faded from view as bark, moss and flowers had grown over them. The only thing you had left of Sephiroth now was the ring, which still resided on your finger. Just looking at that simple silver band filled you with despair; you were soon sobbing into your arms, the many years of loneliness, worry, and sadness finally taking it's toll.

"Y/N?" A deep voice unfamiliar to you called, followed by the sound of jingling metal and heavy footsteps.

"Go away!" You shouted, thinking it was one of the village folks come to comfort you or persuade you to give up on Sephiroth and date someone else, as they frequently attenpted to do nowadays. The person sat down next to you; a sudden fruity scent filling your nostrils. A cold, gloved hand made its way down to yours, raising it up so that your ring shone in the sunlight.

"I see you still wear my ring." Your head snapped up; eyes widening in shock.

Beside you sat a familiar young man with silver hair and neon green eyes, though he was no longer the short, cute little boy you once knew. He was a tall wall of muscle, with a waterfall of gleaming silver hair; an imposing, threatening aura surrounding him unlike anything you'd ever seen. Was this really the boy you'd exchanged promise rings with all those years ago?

"Miss me?" He inquired, smiling that familiar, quiet smile. He chuckled after you failed to respond, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Do you not recognize me? I'll admit, I have grown," He pulled off one of his gloves to reveal a silver ring identical to yours sitting neatly on his finger. "But I have never forgotten."

Something clicked inside you, prompting you to throw yourself into his arms and pepper his face with kisses, all while tears of joy and relief streamed down your face

"I missed you so, so, so much!" You declared, squeezing him with all your strength. Sephiroth chuckled, pulling you into his lap and kissing your cheek.

"I know, I missed you too. But now, I am home, and now, we can get married. Just as I promised."

[bisexualiteaa]

Hi honey, I just discovered your Cooper fics today and oh my gods. They're incredible, I love the way you write him ❤️. I was wondering, if you're still taking requests that is (no pressure like), if you could do a sub! Cooper x reader? Preferably male!reader or with male genitalia, but fem is totally okay if you're not comfortable with that 😁. I just think Coop with a taller, more muscular partner is neat.

I'm thinking the reader was secretly married to Coop and Barb beforehand, but lost part of their memories after they became a ghoul and one of the best bounty hunters around, wearing a mask. And all they remember about Coop is how beautiful his eyes were (Walton Goggins has the most gorgeous eyes ever, I swear 😫) So the reader wants the head too and tags along with the gang, eventually getting closer to Cooper. During a fight, reader gets hurt and Coop comes over to help them, but reader is finally close enough to properly see his eyes and realises it's him. Coop takes off the mask, reader remembers, there's tears, kisses, and eventually super soft, subby sex.

So, really just really angsty, then fluffy when they find each other after 200 years. Reader taking care of our baby girl Coop, and him just accepting the love and being a pillow princess. Maybe a little overstim and edging if we're feeling spicy 😉.

I'm so sick for this man, it's unhealthy. Thanks again for your amazing work, love. I absolutely made my day better! (Sorry for how long this ask is 🙃).

It’s Been a Long, Long Time

Cooper Howard x Ghoul Fem Reader (angst-fluff!)

CW: pre-ghoul Cooper, established relationship, reader and Cooper were married and had a child together, character death, cursing, angst!! But don’t worry, it’s a happy ending, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviation from the TV series

AN: not me posting this at 3am before I leave for a trip for the weekend, I feel like I’ve depraved y’all! 😂 I wanted to post this to give y’all some good Cooper Content ™️ before I go on a three day hiatus for vacation! 🥺 Thank you all to the people who have submitted asks, I promise I am still working on them/towards getting to them! ❤️ In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this one! @kinatanhi I hope I did your request justice! I know it’s a little tweaked from what you sent in and forgive me, I wrote this literally an hour ago at 2am because it finally came to me what I wanted to write, but seeing as it was written at 2am, y’all please forgive me if it isn’t my best work, I tried my best lol. 😭❤️

You smiled happily as you danced with your husband in your shared, quaint little kitchen, his hands coming to rest at your waist as they always did, and your arms looped around his neck. You were thankful that the producers on set of his movie, as well as his agent, allowed him to come home early in order to celebrate your birthday with you. You stood smiling up at him as you two danced- well, more like swayed, to the slow music playing from the radio. You lay your head against his chest, smiling as your eyes set on the gorgeous flowers that were lying on the kitchen counter that he brought home just for you. You smiled up at him when you caught him staring down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his gaze. “What’s that look for, hmm?” You asked with a playful smile, making him chuckle and flash that gorgeous smile of his that you loved so much, almost as much as his eyes that you swore you could be lost in forever. “Nothin’, just that I’m lucky enough to have married the most beautiful woman on this earth” he said, making you hum appreciatively at his cute answer. “Oh stop it, you charmer you” you replied, making him scoff in fake offense, making you giggle at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know I don’t go throwin’ that ‘round willy-nilly, little lady” he assured, making you smile wider at him as you laughed. “I know, I’m a lucky woman to call you my husband” you replied sweetly, getting up on your tip toes to kiss him as you looped your arms around his neck once more.

Those were better days, days when things were so simple, times where all you had to worry about was nothing more than how long the pie was in the oven, or how your baby was doing. It was a pleasant memory, one you’d never forget as the last time you’d seen your husband since the war. That night flooded your memories each time you’d lay down to close your sunken in eyes, they were the only thing about you now that remained as human as they were back before you became a ghoul. You swore to yourself that you’d find him one day, swore that you would kill the bastards that started all this, that took your baby girl away from you before she had a chance at a good life and separated you from your husband. You prayed each and every night that he was still out there, still alive somewhere, roaming the wastelands like you were. You knew it was doubtful at best, maybe it was better if he wasn’t alive to live through the shit you have, to see the way you look, but one could only hope for the better things. You no longer looked the same way you used to back then. Your soft, nearly perfect skin was now marred and leathery, your teeth yellowed from radiation exposure, poor diet and lack of ability to actually care for them, and your nose was now missing completely from your face, a deep hole sitting where the cartilaginous appendage once did. You wondered if he would even love you still in this state, if he’d even recognize you. You couldn’t blame him if he didn’t, you weren’t that same woman anymore physically or emotionally. Anger and vengeance had a hold on your heart like a vice death grip, you were kind to those who deserved it sure, but to those who crossed you? Those who hurt you? Let’s just say there’s a reason you’re a feared bounty hunter out here in the wastelands and not in a vault somewhere.

You were walking into Filly one late morning, coming to pay a visit with Ma June to see if there was anything she needed, any bounty she may have had for you for some extra caps. Your supply of chems to keep you from going feral was running low, you were down to your last bottle in your inhaler, and in desperate need of more. As you strode into town, you pulled your bandana up over your nose, effectively covering your face below your eyes, your large hat casting a shadow on the rest. You weaved your way through the vendors as they were trying to shove goods at you and anyone who was behind or around you. As you waded though, your ears caught the sound of a deep, southern accent that sounded awfully familiar to you. “I ain’t interested unless you got RadAway” he spoke harshly to the vendor haggling him, and you had to do a double take. He sounded just like your husband. You turned in the hopes to place a body to the voice but by the time you could, he was already lost into the crowd, impossible to find amongst the sea of people now that he wasn’t speaking to anyone anymore.

You huffed to yourself, wondering if maybe you were just hearing things, or maybe you were just plain out delusional at this rate. It wouldn’t shock you, between the years of radiation exposure, radiation sickness, and everything in between, you wouldn’t be shocked to find out you’d gone mad. However you wanted ever so badly for it to have been him that was speaking. To run up to him, arms outstretched, tears down your face but a happy smile as you called his name. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t even find the man attached to the voice anymore so why make a fool and draw attention to yourself. No one took kindly to ghouls. So with a heavy heart, you pushed on, making it to the doorstep of Ma June’s shop when you heard him again. “50 caps? That’s just plain ridiculous. 30, take it or leave it” he bartered, making you turn around again, only this time you caught him. You spotted a man that was tall, around the same height as your husband, clad in a wild western style cowboy outfit. You thought it was familiar, from the hat all the way down to the boots, it reminded you of him but a lot of people out here in the wastes wore Wild West themed clothes, deeming themselves cowboys and cowgirls of the wild wastelands. You wished he would turn around, you needed to see his face, hell just his eyes would be enough to sate the curiosity that was eating away at you. You’d forever recognize those eyes, they were so unique, so him. So beneath the shade you stood, observing him from a distance to be safe. That was until Ma June saw you standing there through the window of her shop, and she had a job for you that was important so she couldn’t wait for you to be done with whatever it was your were doing before she drug you inside. “What are you standin’ around out here for? I got a job for you!” She exclaimed, grabbing you and pulling you inside right as the man turned to walk away. You groaned in frustration as your only chance at an answer was stolen from you, but little did you know that your commotion made him stop to watch curiously as you went inside. Something about that dress you were wearing looked awful familiar to him but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, so he just kept walking.

As the next couple of days passed by, the curiosity was absolutely eating away at your mind. You wondered if you were on the brink of going feral with how your thoughts were screaming that it could have been him. You wished she would have waited until you could have gotten a better look at him than just his back and his clothes, though they felt familiar, akin to something he would have worn on the set to his movies, you just couldn’t be sure. So you continued on, traveling with a random person’s head in your bag, wrapped up in an old T-shirt that was soaked through with blood now as you were on your way back from your bounty for Ma June. It was a particularly hot day outside, one of those days where no matter how much water drank, you just couldn’t keep the heat away or the dehydration at bay. So as you sucked down the last of your water in your canteen, you did your best to stave off the coughing fit that was bubbling in the back of your throat like a horrible itch you just could never scratch. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t enough, and seeing as you hit your inhaler for the last of your supply yesterday, you were shit out of luck. Damn it, you were so close too, you felt it. You couldn’t go like this, not without finding him, not without avenging your child and going after those Vault-Tec bastards that stole her and your husband from you. “Damn it!” You choked out as you clutched your chest, your coughing fit sending you to your knees in the sand where you laid in the hopes that it would let up sometime soon and you could continue moving. This couldn’t be the end for you, it just couldn’t be. You wouldn’t let it.

As you laid there, throat burning as you were hacking up your lungs, you saw a figure walking along the horizon in the distance. You wondered if maybe this was what they spoke of when people said their loved ones come and take them away right before they pass, or maybe it was just another hallucination, all you knew is that they were coming closer and closer to you. You reached for your gun with all the strength you could offer through your coughing fit and weakened state, unsure of whether they were a raider or someone with just plain ill intention. As they drew closer, you looked up to see another ghoul stabbing before you, his cowboy hat casting a slight shade over his face but even through the tears in your vision you could see his eyes. They were gorgeous, they looked just like how you remember your husband’s looked the last time you had a chance to look into them, making you look him over but it was so hard to tell. He was a man who had succumbed to the same fate you did, leathery skin, no nose, ruined ears, but his eyes…god they were so familiar. You saw him cock his head while looking at you, investigating your features, you could tell there was something about you that he was intrigued with.

“I feel your pain there, sister” he said, that southern drawl coming out sounding just like him, and god how it made your heart ache. He bent down to see you better, taking a better look at you. “I’ll be damned if somethin’ ‘bout you ain’t familiar though” he said, making you look up at him, and in that moment as he looked into your eyes, he could have sworn it was you, his long lost wife. He held hope it his heart, but it was a cruel world out here, he couldn’t be sure. “Your eyes, they look a lot like my wife’s did” he said, and you took that as your chance to see if it was really him. “C-Coo…per…?” You rasped out the best you could, needing to know if it was really him, needing to know if he was alive or if you were just going crazy. His eyes went wide for a moment before reaching for his gun, making your heart jump in your chest with anxiety. “How do you know my name?” He asked coldly, his eyes looking angrily upon you and it made your heart wrench in your chest but beat fast all the same to know it was him. “Tell me! How do you know my name?” He said angrily, making you raise your hands up to show you weren’t dangerous, you cursed your inability to speak properly or else you’d have answered his question already. “Be..cause…we were…Mar…ried” you rasped out once more, showing him your wedding ring that he bought you that rested on your ring finger, making him soften up for just a moment. “After two hundred years… could it really be?” he asked softly to himself in disbelief, but once again, he reminded himself that this world was a cruel place where people stoop to things lower than they ever did before. To him, you could have been anyone, maybe no more than a random stranger who pick pocketed that precious ring off of his wife, a total stranger playing as his beloved to get to his weakness. He pointed his gun at you once more, making tears come to your eyes even more now, had you said something wrong? Why was he mad at you? You hadn’t left on bad terms last you remember, but then again it’s hard to remember as far back as two centuries. “How do I know, huh?” He asked aggressively, and you figured it was a valid worry, you knew how awful this world was now, you couldn’t blame him for needing the reassurance. He needed to be sure it was truly you. “How do I know it’s really you?” He asked, waiting for you to stop coughing long enough to give him an answer. “What’s…that look…for?” You asked, something you always asked him when he stared at you in awe, or when he looked at you right before you two went to bed, it was like your signature phrase. You weakly removed the bandana covering your face, trying your best to show him any bit of your features left that you could use to show him it was really you. “It’s me…Coop. Y/N…” you rasped as saliva began to well in your mouth at the sight of him, slowly losing control over yourself as time passed. He’d never dropped his gun so fast, or fell to his knees so quick in his entire life than in that moment, the only other time was the moment he found out you were pregnant with his child, dropping to his knees to kiss your belly and place his hands on it excitedly. “Oh my god…Y/N” he said in utter shock and disbelief that you were here, you were alive. You were a ghoul now which hurt him to know you suffered the same pain as him, but you were alive and that’s what mattered most to him, finally having found you after all the years spent hoping you were still alive out here.

“Here baby, here, hold on. I gotchya” he said, quickly grabbing his inhaler with a vial of the chems you’d run out of last night, never needing it more than in this moment to keep you from turning feral on him. He pressed it to your lips, pushing the plunger on it to get the chems in your system. You inhaled it like a breath of fresh cool air, sending you coughing once more but that itch was slowly fading away, you could breathe again. You looked up at him as you laid there weakly, your head in his lap. “My hero” you said weakly, trying to be funny but he was too caught up in looking into your eyes, getting himself to believe what was right in front of him. “Two centuries I’ve spent looking for you…” you said, your eyes scanning him and his features to assure yourself too that this was real, that he really was sitting here before you, alive and well. Or as well as one could be as a ghoul in the wastelands. You smiled as you teared up, seeing the tears in his eyes as he looked down at you, pulling you up and into a hug. “Oh god…I can’t believe you’re alive” he said, hugging you tight and you did the same, burying your face into his shoulder. “I could say the same to you. I always knew you were stubborn, too stubborn to go out the way the rest of the world did” you said, making him chuckle as stray tears ran down your marred cheeks. “I’ve been dreaming of this day…dreaming of the day I’d get to see you and B/N again…” he said, making you grip his duster as the tears flooded down your face even more when he said your baby girl’s name. “Cooper…” you said, making him pull away from you but you weren’t far, he made sure of it. “She…she didn’t make it, honey…I’m so sorry. I tried everything, believe me I did, but it was too late…” you said, making his heart absolutely break in his chest knowing his baby was gone and that he would never have the chance to see her again.

“What was she like? She was so young when it all happened” He asked, holding your hands in his as you two shared in this moment together. You smiled as your hand cupped his cheek softly, your thumb rubbing along his skin that shared the same texture as your own. “Just like her daddy. She had your gorgeous eyes, your beautiful smile and that same stubborn attitude” you said through a laugh, making him chuckle with you as his hand came to hold the back of yours as it touched him. He missed your loving touch, and that beautiful smile that he swore could light up even the darkest rooms. He could hardly believe that you’d still even touch or speak to him now, with the way he looked. He knew you likely held a sympathy for it, knowing all too well yourself what it was like but the fact that you weren’t scared or hateful like others were towards him for it. “She was smart, funny, kind…she was daddy’s baby girl. You’d have loved that about her. It was like a little slice of you was there in her, keeping me going. She gave me hope when it felt like there wasn’t any left in this world to hold onto” you said, seeing a few stray tears stream down his cheeks as you spoke of her. His stomach was in knots, his heart filled with anger and pain to know the wastelands claimed one of his own. “I wish I coulda been there, for both of you. Maybe she’d be here if I was” he said somberly, guilt lacing his tone as he leaned his forehead against yours, not caring if your hats would come off. He needed this, he needed you. “Hey, don’t blame yourself for what happened, you had nothing to do with it. It’s those vile people at Vault-Tec who did this. They took our baby, not you. Don’t you ever think this is your fault” you assured him, holding him close to you as he expressed the most emotion he’s felt in nigh on two centuries.

“We made it pretty good all things considered, held our own well for ten years. I taught her how to use a gun when she turned eight to keep her safe should anything happen to me, did everything in my power to keep her safe, fed and hydrated even on the hard days where supplies were sparse” you explained. “The radiation just became too much for her little body to handle. She was ten years old, I could hardly believe it. It was like I woke up one day and she wasn’t a baby anymore, our little girl had just grown up so fast” you said, remembering those days as tears clouded your vision, streaming down your cheeks like small rivers, watching the droplets fall into the sand beneath you. “I’m sorry Cooper, I’m so sorry…” you apologized, making him hold you tight and hush you as you did. “I shoulda been better…if I was better maybe she’d still be here now” you said, taking the blame for something you knew you had no control over, but it left you guilty all the same. “Shh, don’t go thinkin’ like that. I’d say from the sounds of it, ya did a damn fine job managin’ that long out in this shit hole just the two of you. You always were a great mom, and an equally great wife” he said, making you sniffle as you smiled at him at that reassurance. “I did all I could, there was hell to pay for anyone who stood in my way, that’s for sure” you said, making him chuckle because that was exactly how you were before the war too. You always wanted what was best for your family, and you were willing to go great lengths to keep your husband and child happy. “I know you said you been lookin’ for me for a long time…but I ain’t the same man I was back then” he started. “But I got a feelin’ you ain’t exactly the same woman anymore either, so maybe we can still work this out, you and me” he said, making you chuckle. “No, I’m not. And if that means you don’t love me anymore I-“ you spoke but you were cut off by the feel of his lips against your own. They were thinner now, dry and marred by radiation just like yours were, but you could still feel the passion behind it, the love in it. No amount of radiation could ever take that away. “You lettin’ all the radiation get to that brain of yours? Of course I still love you. I lost ya once, I ain’t losin’ you again, that’s for damn sure” he said, making you laugh as more tears fell, only these ones were happier ones now. You squeezed his hand that was in your own as your heart raced in your chest. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear, Coop” you replied, kissing him once more with all the passion two hundred years of separation could hold behind it. “I love you, and I’ve missed you so damn much” you said, pressing your foreheads together once more as you fought the tears that began to turn into a sob. “I love you too darlin’, missed you like crazy. The world ain’t been the same without you” he said, making you sniffle as you felt the same way. “And if you’ll still have me, I’d like to make that a world of the past” he added, making you chuckle tearfully. “Of course I will” you said, allowing his heart to rest assured that you were still his girl, making him smile as he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing along your cheek to wipe away your tears.

You smiled back up at him, your hand coming to the back of his as you remembered the moment from your birthday again all those years ago, slow dancing in the kitchen with him. “What’s that look for, hmm?”You asked, just like you did that day, making him grin as he thought of the right words to say. “Nothin’ just that I’m lucky enough to have married the most beautiful person on this earth” he replied, making you chuckle. It was just what you’d been needing to hear all this time. “And how lucky I am to have her back in my arms where she belongs” he added, making you giggle before kissing you once more. Desert be damned, Cooper had his wife back after so long spent searching for her, and he was going to make damn sure she knew how much he missed her all these years.

[muzicgenerator]

Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)

(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)

Goodbye 👋

i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot

btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school 😭😭 love u guys pls understand

and again this aint entirely proof read

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Too Much?

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Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff

Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance

(Time set back in late November of 2007)

Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.

You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.

Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.

You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.

"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."

In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.

Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."

"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.

"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.

At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."

After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.

"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.

"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.

Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."

Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.

"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."

You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.

"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.

"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.

He was right. He won for the very first time.

"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.

"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.

His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.

No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.

It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.

Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.

The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"

It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"

A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.

It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.

To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.

"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.

Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.

He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.

But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.

"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.

"My name is Pauline!"

Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.

"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.

Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.

Was it really low? Yes.

The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.

As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.

"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"

"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.

Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.

"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.

"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."

"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.

"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.

"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"

You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)

"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.

The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.

"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.

"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.

"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"

"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.

This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.

"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.

"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.

They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.

"Ask a good one!"

"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.

You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"

"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.

"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"

"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.

"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.

"Born ready!!"

"Alright Sam, ask away!"

"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.

"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!

So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."

Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.

"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!

I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"

He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."

You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.

The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.

"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.

"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."

Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.

"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.

"Next goes ____!"

Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.

It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"

She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.

You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.

Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.

Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.

You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.

Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.

"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.

I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.

"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.

"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.

You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.

"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.

"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"

In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."

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The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.

You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.

If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.

After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.

As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.

"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"

Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"

"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."

Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.

Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.

While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.

You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.

"Hi!" she says excitingly.

You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."

"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."

"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.

"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.

"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.

"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.

"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.

"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.

Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.

"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.

"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.

(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)

In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.

He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.

"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.

"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.

You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.

[marshmallowdarling]

Hi, I saw that you had open requests and I wanted to ask a Yan! Batfam HC:

How would a platonic Yandere! Batfam react to a foster sister who, well, doesn't grow very tall?

All the family memebers of the Batfam are, to least to say, giants. Even the shortes one is quite tall than the avarage height. (All of them, except the child version of Damian, are between 5'5 and 6'2 feet tall. )

But what would happen if his adopted little sister, who eats well, lives a healthy life, has no signs of illness and so on, becomes short in height? She is simply no taller than 5 feet and that's it. All of them grew up well! why you were the exception?

Would they worry that their little sister wouldn't grow up no matter how hard they tried, or would they be happy to have a "pocket edition" little sister?

Thank you so much for requesting Bub and I hope you like it!! I'm so sorry it took so long, I started writing this immediately but I felt like it was too short and I just said fuck it today and wanted to post no matter how short (thought I added a bit more) Also I turned this into GN reader because in the end there was only like two things indicating (Y/N)'s gender and I wanted to appeal to everyone, I'm so sorry if you strictly wanted female reader!! (tbh I wasn't reading it properly when I was editing this oop-)

And I hear what your saying!!! What an amazing idea to imagine,

~Mwah

I don’t want to keep the height strictly 5 foot just for the x reader element, I never want to force one body type into my writings (except for chubby) just because I want everyone to feel included and one body’s deformed shortness will be different to another. 

But yes!! 

I head canon that all the bat-boys have little snacks that they keep, some not as nutritional as others, but they all end up having more healthy snacks on them because of little ol’ you.

Sandwiches with whatever spread you like, more perishable sandwiches are only brought at short distances not missions (if so, they are bought fresh), cut up fruit, fruit snacks, the jelly beans you find at pharmacies with the red and white cross on the bag, bottles of water and little cartons of juice of whatever flavour you might prefer that day (trust me, Alfred always somehow knows what flavour you’re going to like that day). 

I feel like they would all worry about your short height to an extent, Bruce being the worry wart, constantly getting you checked out every two weeks, making sure you take vitamin gummies (because let’s face it, they’re better than pills and I will NOT take pills).

Second to ol’ Brucey is Jason, he died- and he probably freaks the FUCK out when you keep growing but you don’t show any signs of getting taller. At first, he keeps assuring himself that you’ll grow.

“They’re just a late bloomer”

“May- Maybe Their just short!” 

“Why arn’t they growin- Oh my god is (Y/N) dying?! I told that old man to kidnap them earlier!” 

Oh, Jason definitely watches you when you sleep (like the rest of them) and furrows his brows, trying to figure out an answer to why you’re so small.

The rest of them do have lingering thoughts but they can see Bruce dragging you to the doctors every other week and they make sure your on top of your meals and medicine so they don’t really outwardly do anything else. Tim definitely does poke at your height as a joke, but it does help his delusion of you needing him, like the rest of the fam. All of the boys definately try to 'secretly" show of their strength around you so you rely on them more, though you figured this out quickly and it's somewhat amusing to see them show off their muscles like a peacock.

If you do feel bad about how you look the rest of them will shoot Tim down immediately and praise you up and down. Some of the other more silent boys might do this in a more discreet way but rest be assured your getting the floor you walk on kissed. They might even let you have very light work outs! (Without any equipment) though it usually turns into you sitting on their backs to help them with their push ups or holding their feet so they can send you a compliment or tease as they come up from a sit up.

Foster! Reader is fed a lot- Full plates at every meal, breakfast, lunch and dinner is ate and there is a strict ‘NO SKIPPING’ policy. Even if it’s just a few bites, even just one, your ass better eat and after a fit from you because you watched your siblings skip their meals without any harassment or scolding, the rest of the family now has the same rule as you (much to Bruce’s chagrin after trying to make his kids have a normal eating schedule since forever.) 

Overall they would just be a bit more strict with eating rules and making sure you feel good in your body, but other than that mostly the same.

Aww your just a little thing, you wouldnt survive in the real world cub. Hu? What do you mean "the doctor says I'm healthy and fit?", you might be but your still oh so small and you need your family to protect you! Can't you see how weak you are compared to our big beefy bodies? You don't have to worry your cute little head about it though! Your boys will always be here to take care of you.

[sweetmoonstorm]

Could I request headcannons for a fem reader stealing and wearing some of her bf's clothes with Macaque and Sun Wukong (separately).

Sure!

Hcs for a fem! reader who borrows (cough steals) bf's clothes!

Mac n Wu, separately! <:D

Please do note that I do any gender oneshots, if no gender is specified reader is automatically gender neutral!

Wukong

So one day, around when the relationship starts, and you start stealing his clothes, he's like, "huh?? where tf did my clothes go?? don't tell me some demon was desperate enough trying to get me all riled up by stealing my clothes-"

Then you just walk into the room, wearing *his* cape, his whatever it is that goes around his thigh, his *SHIRT*-

He didn't know you were a lil thief-

But really, Wukong doesn't mind you wearing his clothes, it just means new fits for you!

Doesn't mean he might not be embarrassed by the fact that you rummaged through his closet and are wearing things he has worn dozens of times-(and that he may tease/joke around bout it with you)

Now some may think Wukong doesn't really have a lot of clothes, but rest assured, minute you step into his treasury(?) there *will* be some assortment of clothes from different eras/dynasties.

He'd enjoy watching you try out some of his clothes.

If you're a good actress(unlike him-), maybe put on a lil show for him! No matter what kinda show, he'd stay and listen.

~Scenario~

Wukong : Sorry I'm late bud, I was doing stuff.

You, wearing one of Wukongs outfits : Don't worry, I am stuff ~

MK : Wait what-

Macaque

At one point, this guy will be just- looking for his signature red scarf, scouring the dojo for it.

Like, he'd had it around his neck not too long ago-

Did someone pull it off him with him somehow not noticing???

..The answer is yes-

After some time, he finds you wrapped up in his scarf all snug and cozy.

I imagine Macaque would have a reaction that's more of a "You like me so much you'll wear my clothes??? Uhm, I-" than anything else.

He absolutely will make a teasing/snarky remark on it though.

Bonus, as an actor, Macaque def has a couple of outfits lying around for his shows.

What that means is he would most definitely indirectly ask you to try wearing them, so he can see how his sweet plum looks in his favorite outfits ':D

~Scenario~

Mac : OK WHOEVER TOOK MY CLOTHES, IM GOING TO-

You, wearing his scarf : ...it was me.

Mac : Drag you to my theater so you can take all the clothes you want.

You : Excuse me?

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I sorta lost track of the stealing clothes part, but I hope this is alright! ^^

Have a nice day/night!

[geekyarmorel]

Take a Break

Larissa Weems×Reader

Fluff

The skies gently poured down on Nevermore, most staying indoors as they tried to stay cozy and warm. You made your way through its halls, unhurried in your pace as you made your way to the principal's office with two hot chocolates in hand. You knew the woman there was practically working herself to death and you were determined to get her to take a break.

Arriving at the door you knocked, entering at her bidding. Opening it you were unsurprised to find her at her desk, keyboard clacking as she typed away. Her eyes glanced up to see who had come in, the smile that graced her lips made their corners crinkle and made your heart flutter. "Special delivery." You say, coming and placing the still warm hot chocolate on her desk. "One hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and fudge drizzle." A delighted smile met your words, a hand grabbing the drink and letting her take a sip.

"Thank you." She hummed, taking another sip before putting it down and resuming her work. You were undeterred and sat in the chair in front of her desk. "To what do I owe this pleasure to?" Larissa asked, looking back at you.

"You've been working hard and I thought you deserved something nice. Like perhaps taking a little break." You answer, taking a sip of your drink.

"I have been working hard." Larissa agrees, lifting the cup back up to her lips leaving another lipstick print on the lid as she took a drink. It was kind of pathetic that you were jealous of a plastic lid oh but how you longed for those lips to be pressed against yours. A print to call your own. "There's just so much to do. I have to have my proposal ready by next weekend. The major is wanting to visit again with the committee to go over yet another inane list. And parents weekend is just around the corner." She sighed, rubbing at her neck. "I think I'm getting a crick in my neck from holding this position for to long."

"I wouldn't doubt it." You watch as she tries to stretch out her neck, her grimace making you frown. "Would you like some help? I've been told I'm pretty good at massages." The words leaving your mouth before you could fully think them through. This could be pushing the boundaries of your friendship but you couldn't take the words back.

Her blue eyes met yours, a light blush dusting her cheeks before smirking ever so slightly. "Oh really? Well then by all means."

Rising you set your hot chocolate on her desk before rounding it and coming up behind her. Gently placing your hands on her neck you guided her to stretch to the side before switching to the other side. Once that was done you started off softly running your thumbs up and down her neck before adding more pressure.

A low hum slipped from her lips as you worked, a soft moan spilling out as you moved to work her shoulders as well. You swallowed, trying to not let the little noises she was making get to you. You spent a good while working and you could feel her practically melt under your touch. Finally you slowed, taking a step back and to the side. "Better?"

Larissa hummed blissfully, her eyes closed as she rested against the back of her chair. "Yes." She murmured lowly, "I could kiss you for this." It took a second before it seemed to don on her what she said. Her eyes snapped open and a blush settled heavy on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry that wasn't very professional of me."

"It's okay Larissa." You assure the woman, blushing madly yourself. "I honestly wouldn't object." You murmur turning and stepping around her desk, hoping she didn't fully catch what slipped out of your mouth before you could control it.

She seemed stunned for a minute and you blushed heavier, "I hope your work doesn't take to much longer." You hear yourself say, trying to excuse yourself quickly, you didn't want to say or do something else that would embarrass yourself further. "I'll see you later."

You practically ran to the door, only stopping when you heard her call of "Wait!" Your hand tightened on the handle as you heard her chair scoot back. The click of her heels sounded as she came toward you. "Look at me please."

Steeling yourself you turned and did as she said, cautiousness in her eyes as she examined you. "Did you mean that?" Larissa finally asked, letting silence hang in the air for a moment. "Did you really mean that? That I could kiss you?"

You felt your face turn red, wondering if you turned much redder if you would explode. Looking away you nod, to embarrassed to look in her eyes. You felt her hand gently tilt your chin up to make you look at her. "Words please darling. Tell me with your words."

"Y-yes." You finally stutter out, "I said that I wouldn't object to a kiss from you." A smile graced Larissa's lips, her eyes shinning in delight.

"Then may I kiss you now?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded vigorously and luckily she took mercy on you and kissed you without you having to speak. Delicately her lips pressed against yours, smiling as you reciprocated the kiss. Her tongue slid against your bottom lip and you were helpless to do anything but part your lips for her. A delicious sounding hum slipped from her as she slid her tongue in and explored your mouth. Finally air became a necessity forcing you both apart, you hid your face in her neck and she rested her cheek on your head. "Care to stay with me a while?" She eventually spoke, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Perhaps we could finish out hot chocolates and maybe I could kiss you again?"

"I'd like that." You smile, raising your head enough to kiss her. "I'd like that a lot."

[zoeykallus]

Hello there! My request is the reader (gender neutral) is offered to dog sit Grizzer. But the reader loses him, chaos happens but the reader manages to find Grizzer before Hound comes back.

BTW I love all of your writings :)

Aloha!

Sorry for being so late, I'm slowly catching up with old requests 😬

I'm not good at harmless, fluffy stuff like this, but I'm trying 😅

Hound x GN!Reader – One-Shot – Grizzer On The Loose

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Fluffy/SFW

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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'Of course, I can keep an eye on Grizzer' you assured him, 'no problem at all'. Now it turns out that it is a problem after all. Somehow, the dog made off on your walk. You just had a quick chat, didn't look for a second, and Grizzer's gone. His leash is chewed off, the dog obviously had no patience with you. You call and whistle, but the animal doesn't show itself and doesn't let you hear anything from it. Normally, Grizzer responds very well, even to you. Hound has taught you how to handle him, what commands are important. But it doesn't matter what you do, Grizzer just doesn't show himself. Slowly, panic rises in you and your heart pounds up to your throat. Your steps quicken, you look around every corner, down every alley, calling out for the animal again and again. You curse softly to yourself, run down the alley and along the park, several times, ask passers-by if they have seen anything, but to no avail. At a street corner you stop, take a deep breath and look around. "This just can't be happening," you mutter quietly to yourself, "Hound is going to be so angry and disappointed in me."

You curse and clench your hands into fists. "This just can't be true"

Meanwhile, with Hound: The sun is shining, warm but not too obtrusive, a gentle breeze is blowing across the shore and the river. Hound has a day off for the first time in a long time. He's with a couple of his brothers on a little fishing trip that's been planned for a long time. Perfect peace and quiet, no pressure, no work. Actually he had wanted to take Grizzer with him, he loves the animal, but you had suggested taking care of the dog, so that Hound can really enjoy a day of complete rest. "Where is your four-legged friend? You don't usually leave home without him," asks one of his brothers. Hound answers with pride in his voice, "I have someone. Grizzer is in the best hands." But then he looks thoughtful. He misses the dog and you. Actually he's never fished before, that was the idea of one of his brothers who got it from that Hunter guy from CF99. Now that he's sitting here thinking about it like this, he'd rather be with you and Grizzer. "I don't think this is for me," he says as he starts to pack up his stuff. His brothers look at him questioningly.

"I'm going back" His brothers roll their eyes, but don't try to stop him. In fact, they have bets on how long it will take Hound to want to go back. He's never away from his dog for long, and he always cancels most trips because of it. So they are not really surprised.

Grizzers view: So many smells! Must explore everything! Nostrils quivering. So exciting! Wait a minute, where did my guardian go? Grizzer looks around, sniffs. He smells you, picks up your scent, runs. Then he sees you. Found them! Are we going home now? But before he reaches you, another smell distracts him. A food truck passes between you. Again, nostrils quiver. FOOD! Grizzer knows very well that he is only allowed to eat what he is given, but his master is not there, maybe he can make an exception. FOOD WAIT FOR ME!

You turn around, out of a feeling, your eyes darting back and forth, but you see nothing. You sigh wistfully. When your com beeps, you flinch, startled. It's Hound. For a moment, you think about not answering it, but that seems wrong. "Hi. How's it going?" asks Hound cheerfully. "Great!" you blurt out, "Everything's fine." "Really? Grizzer didn't give you any trouble?" You get hot and cold, you want to tell him the truth, but automatically you say instead, "Grizzer is behaving very decently, we're having a lot of fun." Hound laughs softly, "I'm glad to hear that, in a few hours we can have dinner together, I'll be back a little early." You get hot and cold. "Earlier? Oh, really? Trip's not as good as expected?" you ask innocently as sweat breaks out. Hound says, cautiously, "Well, it's not bad, but I miss you and Grizzer". That was incredibly sweet, but right now, unfortunately, you can't really appreciate it.

"Oh, wow, that's.... really sweet. When will you be back?"

"In about three hours, my shuttle lands," Hound says excitedly, "Will you two pick me up at the landing site?" "Sure!" you say, almost choking your voice. "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you both".

Grizzer: The food truck is too fast, the four-legged friend has to give up the chase. He pants, a little out of breath. A disappointed snort is heard, then Grizzer turns around and walks a little more leisurely back the way he came. He's hungry, but he's sure the guardian will feed him when he gets home. Even if it doesn't smell as good as the food truck. Hunger finally quickens his steps. His paws tap across the ground in quick time. It takes a little while, but he picks up your scent again and follows it, all the way back to the park. Grizzer finds you in the park, sitting on a park bench. Somehow you smell different than usual, strangely bitter. He knows that smell, you're sad. Maybe he should bring you a present.

You have only a few minutes left before you have to run to the landing platform and confess to Hound that you have lost Grizzer. You feel heavy, a knot in your stomach, pressure on your chest. You feel so sorry. You worry about the animal and of course what Hound will say and feel, he loves Grizzer. He loves you too, but maybe soon he won't anymore, you think bitterly. Suddenly, something nudges you from the side. Your eyes grow huge, your heart leaps. It's Grizzer, who has fished an empty fast-food package out of the trash and is holding it out to you, wiggling happily. "Grizzer!" Hastily, you tie the torn leash back onto his collar, with a double knot. You pet the dog, actually wanting to scold, but you are far too relieved to do so. Your eyes wander along the dog's body, and you are relieved to see that he has no injuries. "Okay, let's go, we're going to be late!" Grizzer has no idea what you're saying, but you're obviously happy about the gift, because you smell very different now.

You get to the platform just in time as the shuttle lands. As Hound runs down the ramp, you beam at him and Grizzer fidgets excitedly. You see the wide smile on Hound's face and feel a wave of relief wash over you. He immediately embraces you, kissing your cheek. You are so happy and relieved that your knees almost buckle. "I missed you," Hound says softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. "You've barely been gone ten hours," you say, laughing softly. "Still," Hound says with a grin, finally crouching down to greet Grizzer. "Hey boy, have you been good? Have you been a good dog?" Grizzer wiggles excitedly and nuzzles into Hound's petting. But then his hands wander to the collar and Hound sees the knot and that the leash has been broken. "Sure nothing special happened?" he asks, looking up at you from his crouch. You smile, nervous but as composed as possible.

"Well, he got loose once, but that wasn't too tragic," you explain hastily. Hound looks at the animal and asks, "Grizzer, weren't you such a good boy after all?" The dog tilts his head to the side and looks at his master, uncomprehending. "That wasn't so bad," you say, waving it off, "He was actually quite well-behaved." Hound laughs softly. "All right, if you say so" He takes the leash from you, grabs your hand and says, "Let's go shopping for groceries, we'll cook something together at your house" You breathe a sigh of relief and nod. So happy this panic is over. "That's a great idea"

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[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.14

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 4767

Summary: Chan decides to stay for a few days, and they can't stay away from each other for long. Minho's parents let Chan off with a gentle warning. Chan shows Minho the songs he wrote about him and Minho takes it differently than expected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, dry-humping, bottom!minho, top!chan, insecure!min, soft!chan, cuddles

Chp.13 | Chp. 15

I cannot breathe without you being right by my side I'll die So can you please come over closer Hold me tight, right now Red lights ~ Bang Chan, Hyunjin

Minho dropped the letter and jumped up, closing the distance between them without thinking. Chan pulled him in tight, hugging him close and burying his face in his shoulder. He closed his eyes as Minho's natural scent invaded his senses and couldn't help but smile as the younger one held onto him just as tight. "I missed you so much, Minho baby," he whispered. 

Minho hid his beaming smile in his shoulder and felt safe in the familiar warmth of his hug. "I missed you too, Channie love."

Chan smiled happily and turned to plant a soft kiss on his hair. "I'm so sorry for everything," he told him sincerely.

Minho pulled back, cupped his face, and shook his head. "I think you've apologized enough," he told him and was a little surprised to see Chan's eyes rim with tears. "Hey," he said softly. "Don't cry," he whispered lovingly. 

Chan closed his eyes, leaning into his touch as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. "I really thought I lost you. Seeing you collapse like that scared the hell out of me. You kept asking for me before you passed out, and they wouldn't let me come with you." 

"I know, Felix told me about what happened at the hospital," he said, and Chan laughed weakly. Minho caressed his cheeks, suddenly realizing that Chan must've bottled it all up to avoid making himself or the others feel even worse. "I'm here now, okay? I'm getting better," he assured him lovingly. Chan nodded and put on a brave smile, rolling his eyes at himself. "Oh, come here, you big baby," he teased him gently and pulled him back into his arms. He gently caressed his head as Chan sniffled into his shoulder and slowly calmed down. "Why didn't you come tomorrow? It's already late, and you must've been exhausted from practice. Also, didn’t you just get back home today?" he asked after a while. 

"I really wanted to see you," he admitted, laughing at himself. "I took three days off..in case you want me to stay?" 

"You did?" he asked surprised, and Chan pulled back, nodding at him. 

"I mean, if it's too soon, I can take the next cab back and-," he was cut off by Minho's lips crashing against his. A surprised sound left his lips before he closed his eyes and kissed back sweetly. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against Minho's and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Hi there," he said softly. 

“Hey,” Minho smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck. "I'd really like you to stay…if that hasn't made it clear." 

"I think I got the message," he answered, smirking and pulling back enough to look into his eyes again. He flashed him a sweet smile and leaned in a little before searching his eyes, asking for approval. Minho nodded and leaned into his touch as Chan cupped his cheek with one hand, thumb brushing over his lips. Chan connected their lips again, and Minho sighed into it sweetly. He pulled him closer as their kiss deepened. Chan is slowly losing his composure in the moment. Minho seemed to feel the same way, hands gripping his sweater and pulling him in as close as he could. Chan's hand slipped beneath his sweater, fingers caressing his back. He kissed down Minho's neck, and the moment his lips brushed over that weak spot below his ear, a beautiful moan escaped the dancer's lips. Chan bit his lower lip and pulled back, going back to kissing his lips. "I think we should slow down." 

"You started it," Minho mumbled against his lips. 

"I know..but..fuck, Minho," he moaned between kisses as Minho's hand slipped beneath his sweater, fingers teasingly brushing over his nipple. 

"A little sensitive, are we, Chan?" he smirked and squeaked in surprise as Chan lifted him up suddenly and carried him to his bed. 

Minho crashed into the mattress, and Chan hit his head against his chin as he stumbled in the process. "Fuck, Channie, don’t be so eager," he groaned softly and started laughing. 

Chan giggled and kissed his chin. "I'm sorry," he apologized, amused at himself. He tenderly brushed back Minho's hair and sank into his eyes as he braced himself next to his head. They didn't need words to know both of them were dying for physical touch, and before they knew it, their lips connected in another steamy kiss. 

Minho's hand sank into Chan's curls, keeping him in place. His body craved him more and more as Chan brushed his pelvis against his. He moaned beautifully into the kiss, needing more. Chan put more of his weight on Minho, grinding against him slowly. Minho winced softly at his knee protesting and gently patted Chan's chest. "Wait," he gasped and opened his legs a little more. 

Chan took the hint and gently grabbed his leg, wrapping it around his hips. "Better?" he asked so so gently, and Minho nodded, pulling him back into a passionate kiss. He started moving again, grinding down against him, already hard. 

Minho moaned again, meeting his hips eagerly, and threw his head back as Chan worked out a rhythm. His full lips were back on his neck before he knew it and Minho was lost in the pleasure, paying no mind to their volume. His eyes fluttered closed as Chan bit down just below his ear, and he subconsciously pulled his hair, hard. Chan melted against him with a groan, remembering how much he loved getting his hair pulled. Minho's unoccupied hand gripped Chan's sweater tightly as he tried to steady himself. 

Hearing how hard Minho tried to hold back his moans didn't make it easier for Chan. It reminded him of all the times they had taken a little risk. He was close already, the sensation of being so close to Minho again overwhelming him. "Min, baby, I'm -."

"I know," Minho gasped, a strangled groan left his throat. "Me too."

Chan's rhythm slowly started to falter as they chased their high. Minho held him as tight as he could. Suddenly, they heard footsteps on the stairs, and Chan exchanged a panicked look with him. "Did you lock the door?" 

"Yeah," Chan nodded. 

"Then don't you dare stop now," Minho told him, biting his lower lip hard as Chan picked up the pace again. 

He tried kissing him to quiet his moans, but Minho was too far gone to give a shit about his volume. As the steps got closer to the top, Chan quickly covered Minho's mouth with his hand, which only seemed to increase the pleasure for him. He took a mental note of that. 

"Minho, Chan, would you like some dinner?" Minho's mother suddenly asked, not very far from the door. 

Chan's eyes widened, and he carefully took his hand off his mouth. "We'll be there in ten, mum," Minho said, trying to sound as normal as possible, and quickly covered his mouth with his own hand as another moan threatened to leave his mouth. His eyes rolled back at the intense pleasure coursing through his body, and he knew he'd cum soon. His other hand gripped the sheets tightly, and his whole body shook as he tried to hold back. 

Chan watched him in amazement, he'd never get tired of that sight. 

"Alright, I'll be done by then," she told them, and her steps got further away as she walked back downstairs. 

"Yeah, me too," Minho groaned only for them to hear, making Chan giggle breathlessly. "Don't stop, Channie, please don't stop," he moaned. Not much later, he was arching up against him, eyes fluttering close as Chan's name left his mouth with a broken moan. 

The sound of his name combined with Minho pulling at his hair was enough to send him over the edge as well. Chan buried his face in his shoulder and groaned as he spilled into his trousers. "Fuck, we're no better than a couple of horny teenagers," Chan groaned, slowly coming down from his high. 

Minho chuckled blissfully. "Because deep down, we're exactly that." 

Chan rolled off him and sighed softly, taking Minho's hand and intertwining their fingers. "Your mum really knows how to pick her moment." 

"Just because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants," he snickered. 

"Actually, I did," he reminded him. 

"You're so fucking stupid," he said fondly with a chuckle and rolled his eyes at him. 

"I missed being stupid with you," he confessed and Minho's eyes softened. His heart raced as a blush dusted his cheeks. "Now, let's go and clean up so we can have dinner. We have to behave, Min." 

They grabbed some clothes to change into and went to his attached bathroom. Helping each other clean up might not have been their brightest idea because not long after they were kissing passionately, Minho pressed against the bathroom door. "Okay," he panted, placing his hand on Chan's chest. "We really need to stop now." 

"You really make it hard looking so handsome," Chan teased. 

"It?" Minho teased right back, and Chan closed his eyes, holding back a laugh. 

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Minho's mother noticed the change of clothes but quietly acknowledged it, watching them take their seats at the table. Minho's father had gotten back from work just in time. He seemed a little surprised to see Chan there but greeted him politely nevertheless. Her son seemed relaxed, and his smile was genuine as he poured Chan a drink. Chan looked at him with an adoring smile as he thanked him. She sat down with them and waved them off as they thanked her for the food. She watched them for another bit before finally daring to ask. "Did you two work it all out?" 

Minho looked up from his bowl and glanced at Chan. "I-I think we did, yeah. He wrote a very long letter, so I called him, and here he is." 

"Minho," Chan cringed softly. 

"Fine, he poured his heart out on a three-page long handwritten letter, apologized way too much about being scared of commitment, and attached another letter filled with a lot of cute things about me in the end. I felt emotional and called him, and we talked it out, which made him feel like taking a cab and driving all the way here. We also-," Chan choked on his drink, listening to him ramble on. Minho gently patted his back before continuing. "-kissed. Stop looking at me like that. I tell my parents about everything."

"Everything?" he croaked. 

"You pervert, obviously not everything," Minho exclaimed in protest and punched his arm. 

"Hey!" Chan protested, laughing and shooting him a playful glare. 

"We know too much already anyway," his father agreed. 

"Dad," Minho groaned. 

"He told me you were his favorite first kiss, first time, and first lover if that helps clear things up," Minho’s mom chimed in amused, and Minho's ears burned up. 

"I…wait, that was your favorite first kiss?" he asked, confused. "How unromantic." 

"Excuse you, it hadn't been my idea to kiss. I just went with it," Minho pointed out, and now it was Chan's turn to blush. "Just because you can't stay serious whilst working and get ridiculously touch-starved and horny." 

"Ookayy, that's enough personal information for one evening, thank you very much," Chan stopped him and glanced at Minho's parents, who watched them, still very amused. 

"There's more where that came from," he reminded him. 

"I bet," Chan snorted. 

Minho stuck out his tongue before focusing back on his dinner. "Anyway, he'll be staying for the next three days if that's okay with you." 

"Sure," she nodded, agreeing. "Since you two are back to acting like an old married couple, I guess everything's alright again." 

"We..really?" Chan asked, and she nodded simply. 

"She says we tease each other a lot. That's how she picked up on me having a crush on you in the first place," Minho clarified, making Chan giggle. 

"Fair point." 

"I just hope you're ready to stand up for what you have now," she told him kindly. "I don't want my son to get hurt like this again." 

"Mum," Minho said softly, shaking his head as Chan put down his glass. 

"Your mother has a point, Min. You came here completely wrecked," his father reminded him. 

Chan took Minho's hand and swallowed hard, looking at Minho's parents before looking back at him. "I know I messed up, and I'll do everything to make it right again." 

"Channie, there's no need," Minho told him gently. 

"No, they're right. I hurt you badly, and I'm ashamed of it. I told you, you deserve better, and I intend to be that better person for you," he said. "Because you're amazing, Min, and I don't deserve you or your love. I can't thank you enough for giving me another chance," he said, and Minho's face softened. "I promise I won't leave you behind again." 

Minho smiled shyly and squeezed his hand. "Shut up, okay?" 

"Min, he's being sincere," his father sighed. 

"I know, but I refuse to cry at dinner," he announced, and Chan giggled softly. "You can have mine, by the way," he said, shoving over his plate. 

"Minho, dear, are you sure? Already?" his mother asked worriedly. 

"I'm full, mum," he told her. "I don't want to stuff myself." 

Chan nodded gently. "I'll make sure to keep an eye on it while I'm here," he said, which seemed to satisfy Minho's parents. 

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Later that night, they were in Minho's bed again, cuddled up beneath the blankets this time. Chan's head was resting on his chest as Minho played with his curls. Minho leaned down a little and kissed his head softly, smiling as Chan cuddled into him even more. "You tired yet?" he asked gently. 

"Mhm," he hummed drowsily. "S'okay if I sleep like this?" 

"Of course," he assured him gently and continued the soothing movements, playing with his hair. Not long after, Chan seemed to be in a deep sleep on his chest, his arm lazily thrown over his stomach. Minho reached for his phone and opened his camera. He loved seeing Channie asleep. He always looked so soft and at peace, and today was no different. Thinking for a moment, he decided to take a picture and smiled into the camera, his other hand tangled into Chan's dark curls. He looked at it for a bit before smirking to himself as he had an idea. Glancing at Chan to see if he was still asleep, he sent the picture to the group chat with two red hearts as a caption. Smiling to himself, he put his phone aside, knowing he wouldn't be able to not laugh at their younger members' reaction and wake up Chan. 

Minho got comfortable and fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, finally feeling at peace again. 

-

He woke up the next morning as Chan started planting tiny kisses all over his face. "Channie," he whined sleepily. 

"Wake up, baby," he spoke softly and ignored the grumpy groan leaving his lips. "I made you some breakfast, come on." 

Minho sighed softly and turned to his side with a small grunt. Chan started tickling him, and Minho squeaked in protest, sitting up suddenly wide awake. "Chan! No, stop!" He squirmed away from him and giggled softly as Chan pulled him into his lap. "You're so mean," he sighed and leaned back against him, turning his head and hiding his face in his neck. 

Chan laughed adoringly and wrapped his arms around him. "Morning, baby." 

"Morning, love," he said, voice still a little raspy from sleeping. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and shifted a little to the side to cuddle up properly in his arms. "Is my mum already gone?" 

Chan hummed gently. "I assured her she could go to work even though you're home." 

"She really doesn't have to stay home with me. I told her I’m fine," Minho agreed. "What's for breakfast?" he asked curiously. 

"I made you some eggs and toast since you still have to go slow," he told him, and Minho hummed appreciatively. 

"Thanks, love," he said softly and pulled back, looking at him, still a little sleepily. 

"You're very welcome," he smiled and gave him a kiss. Minho cuddled back into him, giggling softly as Chan started feeding him in between taking some bites for himself. 

"Are you sure you can't stay longer?" he teased. 

He laughed and fed him another bite. "I wish I could…but I have to get back for a video shoot." 

"Huh?" he asked confused. "What video?" 

"For a new song," he told him. 

"No shit Sherlock, what song?" he asked, laughing. 

"Uhm, just a little something I may have written last week…and Hyunjin added in some bits," Chan said as casually as possible, but Minho didn't buy it. 

"Stop being so secretive, Channie. I want to know," he pouted at him. 

"Finish your breakfast first, okay?" he asked, chuckling nervously. 

Minho frowned but accepted another bite. "What did you do?" he asked amused, remembering how nervous Chan was when he asked him to record Drive with him. Only to fuck his brains out right after recording the song. So much for being shy.

"I might have written a song or two about you and how I feel about you," he finally confessed, and Minho's eyes widened. 

"You-what?!" he asked louder than he had intended to, covering his mouth in shock. 

"Don't make me repeat it," he whined and hid his face in his hands as he started blushing. "It may not seem like it, but I couldn't stop thinking about you." 

"Show me," Minho urged him. 

"I shouldn't have said that it's about you. Now it's even more embarrassing," he cringed at himself. 

"Even more…Channie, did you write another sexy song trying to hide its true meaning and failing miserably at it?" he asked, laughing. 

“More like two?” Minho blinked at him, too stunned to speak. “One of them is a solo song. I’m keeping it stored away with yours for now.”

“And the other one is with Hyunjin?” he asked curiously.

"It's the video concept they came up with for it that's making me nervous. I'll be performing with Hyunjin and..at some point, he's choking me, and I'll choke him as well," he explained. 

"Oh, he's great at that," Minho commented, absentmindedly and more so to himself. 

"What?!" Chan panicked, hearing his words. Minho realized his statement was indeed heard by Chan and clarified his thoughts. 

"I meant performing that type of stuff. I can't judge his choking abilities since I've never found myself in that situation with him. You'll have to ask Felix or just tell me yourself," he smirked, loving how Chan squirmed. 

"Minhoo," he whined as he giggled at him. 

"Sorry, I'll stop teasing now," he grinned and took Chan's hands away from his face. "Show me the song, pretty please? I'm curious." His eyes somehow sparkled and Chan conceded with a small whine.

Chan grabbed his phone and connected it with his headphones, handing one to Minho. He exhaled defeatedly and pressed play. The song started with heavy breathing, and Minho raised his eyebrows at him. After the first line, Minho stopped the song.

" ‘I cannot breathe without you being right by my side, I'll die’? You seemed just fine the past couple of weeks," he commented, and Chan groaned softly, making him smirk. He hugged him, laughing as the line 'Hold me tight, right now' rang through his ears. Chan hid his face in his chest, cursing him to stop being such a tease. He continued listening, his neck and ears beginning to display a soft pink from remembering Chan wrote this about him. "You want me to tell you I hate you?" he asked, getting confused. 

"Well, I'd rather hear that than nothing at all," Chan mumbled, clearly embarrassed. Minho chuckled, patting his back. 

Minho started humming along to the tune, closely listening to the lyrics. "You can't leave me alone…how possessive." 

"Min!" Chan punched his arm and laughed. 

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he giggled and grabbed Chan's phone. "Give me yours. I'll listen to it again, fully focused now." 

Chan handed him the other headphone and leaned back against the headboard of Minho's bed. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, hiding behind it, only peeking at him over the edge of it. 

Minho turned up the volume to the point Chan could listen in and closely this time. A soft blush slowly settled on his cheeks, and his eyes widened a little. It wasn't only the lyrics but combined with the heavy breathing and Chan basically moaning into his microphone really got his attention. Something about Chan's voice pulled him in, and he couldn't tune out the slight rasp. It reminded him of something else entirely, and once the song ended, he looked at Chan with wide eyes. "You have a raw version of this?" 

"Y-yeah?" Chan responded nervously and showed him where to find it. 

Minho raised the volume even higher and listened, feeling his ears burning up as well. His lips parted at the sound of Chan's voice, and he blinked at him. 

"What is it? You're making me anxious," he groaned and held up the pillow, ready to hit him. 

"I really love your vocals in this one," Minho confessed, and Chan blushed instantly. "Like…it's so smooth but kind of raspy at the same time. Just like when you try to seduce me or like right after I ate you ou-," he wasn't able to finish his sentence as the pillow hit his face, followed by Chan throwing himself against him. "Hey! You can't blame me for that." 

They struggled for a moment before Minho found himself beneath Chan. "You can't say stuff like that two days before I have to shoot the video for it." 

"You shouldn't be singing like that then," Minho defended himself. "I love the song Channie. You sing it beautifully. It just kinda turns me on." 

Chan stared at him dumbly for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just said. "It does?" 

"Oh, come on, you know I love your voice," he squirmed softly as Chan grabbed his wrists and pinned them down above his head. A surprised gasp left his lips as Chan leaned down and connected them with his own for a kiss. Minho kissed back longingly until Chan's hand slipped beneath his shirt and roamed up his stomach. "Love, wait," he stopped him, and Chan did almost immediately. "Uh, can..can you close the curtains?" 

Chan got up and did as he said, knowing he was worried one of his neighbors would see them. Turning around, Minho was sitting against the headboard, his shirt pulled back down, and fidgeted with the fabric of his sweatpants. Chan didn't need to ask to notice he was anxious about something. "Minho baby?" he asked very softly and sat down on the bed, facing him. Minho hummed, not looking up, until Chan reached out and carefully took his hand. "Want to tell me what's going on behind your beautiful eyes?" 

Minho smiled weakly and shook his head. "It's stupid." 

"I don't mind," he shrugged and fondled the back of his hand with his thumb. 

"I..I'm not comfortable with myself now. I feel like I'm not enough for you. I lost some weight, my knee is fucked up, and…somehow that only leads to me overthinking that stupid scar again," he told him honestly and found nothing but understanding in his eyes. 

"We don't have to do anything you don't like," he assured him. 

Minho chewed on his lower lip anxiously until Chan gently eased it out from between his teeth. "The thing is, I really want to..I just-," he groaned at himself and rolled his eyes. "Told you it's stupid." 

"No, no, it isn't at all," he told him and thought for a moment. "What if we switch it up a little?" 

"Huh?" he frowned. 

"If I'm the one riding you today," he started, and Minho's intrigued look made him blush already. "You could technically leave your shirt on no matter what we do. But we’ll do it only if it makes you more comfortable. Neither of us would see how fucked up your knee is either," he said, putting a slight tease at the last part, repeating his words from before. 

"Have you-Did you ever, you know..," Minho stumbled over his words. 

"I've never been on the receiving end like that, no," he shook his head. 

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked worriedly. "You don't have to force yourself just because I'm caught up in my thoughts right now." 

"I trust you," he told him gently. 

"It'll be a lot different from my tongue and fingers," he reminded him. 

"You were the first one I let do that as well. I trust you with this, Min," he said gently. 

"Oh," he nodded dumbly. He had his suspicions about being the first to do that to Chan, but he had never been sure. Thinking about how crazy he had driven him before with just his fingers and tongue excited him to see how Chan would look with him buried inside of him. "I have some lube, but I don't think I have any condoms around." 

"I don't care," Chan shrugged. "I haven't had sex with anyone else since we started. I’m clean." 

"Me too. Felix and I talked it through later," he chuckled and squinted his eyes at him. "Are you sure you want it a little messy for your first time?" 

"If you keep on asking questions like that, I'll be hard before you touch me," Chan said and made Minho giggle. "We'll be alone for long enough, right?" 

"Worried you can't keep your mouth shut?" he teased. 

"I don't like keeping my mouth shut," he grinned. "Not after what you said about my voice earlier." 

"Cheeky, but no. My parents won't be back for hours, so don't worry," he chuckled before hopping off the bed and pulling Chan off as well. He got a huge, soft blanket from his closet and threw it at him. "Cover the bed with that, please. I'll go get the lube." 

Chan covered the bed with the blanket, bending over to push it beneath the mattress at the corners so it'd stay in place. He flinched in surprise as Minho suddenly slapped his butt. "Typical," he laughed and smiled to himself as Minho stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He leaned back against him and covered Minho's smaller hands with his own. "How do you want me?" he asked quietly, suddenly feeling slightly nervous. 

Minho planted a soft kiss on the back of his neck and intertwined their fingers. "Depends on what's more comfortable for you. You want to see what I'm doing?" 

"I think so, yeah," he nodded, agreeing. 

"Then on your back," he told him and decided he'd focus on Chan's well-being instead of listening to his stupid insecurities.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, turning in his hold, and searching his eyes. 

"I trust you," Minho answered, and Chan's face softened with a smile that made his dimples appear. His heart skipped a beat, looking deeply into his eyes, which radiated nothing but warmth. "You're so cute sometimes," he smiled and cupped his face. "And so pretty," he added before kissing him very sweetly. 

Chan kissed back with a gentle hum and wrapped his arms loosely around his hips. 

Minho held him close as they kissed, walking him towards the bed until Chan could feel it against the back of his knees. He took a step back and helped Chan out of his shirt before removing his own. Chan's sweatpants followed, and this time, Chan helped Minho. 

He glanced at his knee and tried not to sound too worried as he spoke up. "Do you want me to tape it before?" 

Minho needed a moment to think before nodding. "Probably better." He sat down at the edge of the bed and let Chan do exactly that, trying not to look at the damage too much. Minho watched him, stunned as Chan didn't hurt him once. Unlike Minho, who somehow is prone to hurt himself while doing the same thing. He smiled and softly brushed back his curls once he was done.  "Thank you, Channie darling." 

"Of course, baby," he smiled softly and put the tape aside again. 

"Now come here," he said gently, making room for him on the bed. 

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afth drabble 3: honeymoon

pairing: afth!jungkook x f.reader

genre: fluff, smut (ish?), 18+

wc: 6.9k

content warnings: 18+ content, strong language, virgin!jk and virgin!oc, fluffiness, first times, a little anxiety, s3xu@l tension, extremely suggestive content that gets very very close to descriptive (?) yall I never done this before pls be kind :') idek what to put for warnings lmao help-

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summary; honeymoon cuteness and perhaps a lil somethin more ^^

a/n: you guys have been asking for this for literally forever 💀 I left yall to starve during afth but hopefully this feeds you well enough to forgive me 😉🔥

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You never knew what to say when people asked you what love was like, to describe it. You’ve never had any of idea how to put it into words... 

There’s no time to think of an answer now though, not when you’re late.

Jungkook's grip on your hand is tight as he pulls you along through the airport. 

The traffic was far worse than anticipated. 

Thankfully, going through security didn't take long, now it's just the matter of finding your gate and getting there on time. 

Over the speakers, an announcer reminds passengers that the flight you're currently running to is boarding. 

"Run, ____!" Jungkook shouts over his shoulder, dragging you towards the escalators. 

"I'm t-trying!" You holler back. 

You're not nearly as fast as him. 

Once you get to the stairs moving upwards quickly, you see the thought pass Jungkook's brain a split second before it happens. 

He wouldn't. 

"Come on."

He would. 

You try not to have a heart attack as you and Jungkook run up the escalators. The only reason you don't fall and break your nose is because of his grip on you. 

Once you make it to the top, he's off again, running across the top level and heading straight for the flight that's currently boarding, and yanking you behind him. 

Gosh, he's fast. 

You smash into him when he stops suddenly, having made it to the boarding line. 

"Ouch."

Jungkook turns to see you holding your nose as he tries to catch his breath, "Sorry, baby. Are you okay?" 

You nod and laugh a little as he inspects your nose to make sure you aren't too hurt, even though you assure him you're not.

"W-we made it," you grin at him and he nods with a crazed smile, "Fuck yeah, we did."

The line moves fairly quickly. You approach the attendant and give him your tickets, then you make your way onto the plane. 

After finding your seats, Jungkook takes the smaller bags and puts them up above where you'll be sitting before joining you and buckling up.

You're sitting next to the window where Jungkook insisted you sit. You've never been on a plane before, that you can remember, and he wants you to have the best view. 

The seats are more spacious, since Jungkook got first class. There won't be anyone sitting with you two, and the seats even recline so you can get some rest. 

Your tummy flutters with excitement as you look out the window at the lights shining from the airport in the dark. You haven't even left yet and you're so nervous and excited you might be sick.

A warm hand taking yours makes you look to the left to see your husband biting his lip as he looks at the pamphlet; holding your hand almost subconsciously. 

Cute. 

"Are you hungry?" He asks, eyes still scanning the small paper before glancing at you. 

You shake your head with a smile, "Not r-right now."

Jungkook tucks the pamphlet away before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

"Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Mhm," You nod happily before turning to look out the window to watch the lights some more. 

Once again, you're grateful that Jimin brought you some comfortable clothes to change into. The floppy sweatpants and big t-shirt are definitely so much more pleasant to sleep in. 

You hear a low groan as Jungkook stretches his legs out in front of him and turn your head to see him start yawning, hand still holding yours securely. 

So so cute. 

He drops back into his seat with a relaxed sigh, "Shit, I'm exhausted. I didn't realize how tired I am until now."

You nod as a yawn starts making its way up your throat now. 

"Me too," you whisper before your eyes drift down to see his right hand holding your left, warm fingers rubbing across the back of your hand softly.

The glint of your wedding ring makes a burst of excitement rush through you as it clicks once again that you and Jungkook are actually married now. 

It's been so long.

It felt like things were never going to be okay. 

So many tears that seemed to never dry. 

So many lies that kept building on the last. 

So much fear and hopelessness.

There was never a break, never time for anything. 

Now there is. 

The realization that you finally have time for everything is so emotional for you that tears immediately spring to your eyes. 

Only a moment passes before your silent tears are broken by the sound of a soft gasp and gentle fingers on your cheek, drying the most recent tear that almost made it to your chin. 

"Hey," his voice is no louder than a whisper but it reaches deep inside of you and grips your aching heart. 

You lift your gaze to see his huge doe eyes looking into yours, filled with so much worry.

"I'm okay," you whisper, voice breaking as a small cough slips out. 

"What's going on?" He asks quietly, still busy drying your eyes with the most tender touch you've ever felt. 

It nearly brings more tears to your eyes right then and there. 

"I'm happy," you assure him gently, "I'm r-really happy."

The worry in his eyes dissipates and a soft smile spreads on his face, "Me too. It almost feels too good to be real."

You nod, but don't say anything. 

For some reason you don't want to bring up your anxious thoughts; that perhaps this is all fake and you'll get pulled back to that reality at any minute. 

You don't want to bring the mood down. 

So, you swallow the rest of your tears and reach over to take his left hand and bring it over to look at his ring. 

Jungkook smiles softly as you bring his hand close to your face and touch his ring so gently he almost doesn't feel it. 

You lift his hand a little more and bring his fingers to your lips, pressing tiny kisses there before hugging his hand to your chest and laying your head on his shoulder. His heart melts into a puddle as he bites his lip in an attempt to keep himself from combusting. 

You're too precious, it physically hurts him sometimes. 

This is definitely one of those times. 

"I love you," he whispers into your hair as he looks over towards the window. 

"Love you too," you whisper back, starting to drift off. 

It's silent for a few minutes, the lights in the cabin turning off and setting a cozy atmosphere.

He had hoped you would fall asleep quickly and just rest practically the whole way to the first stop. But his previous worries are soon confirmed when the plane starts to take off and you squeeze his hand tightly, clearly terrified. 

"Kook," you whisper weakly, eyes clenched tightly. 

"It'll get smoother, I promise," he says into your ear, fingers dancing magically up and down your arms in a soothing pattern, "The take-off and the landing are always the worst."

You give him a small nod to acknowledge you heard him, but your eyes stay squeezed shut and your hand grips his so tight he sees your knuckles turning white in the dim light. 

The plane jerks a little as the bumpy take-off continues. 

"Mmnh," you whimper, hiding your face in his shoulder. 

Then it suddenly becomes very apparent that the ground is no longer under the plane and your stomach plummets to your feet. 

"I don't l-like this," you whine, "I wanna go b-back."

Jungkook smiles sadly as he pets your head, "You'll forget all about this part when we get there, I promise. And if you don't, I'll owe you a back rub. Deal?"

Your head is still tucked into him, but he feels you nod and he chuckles. 

He has a feeling you'll make it your mission to remember just to get that back rub. 

It takes a little coaxing and reassurance, but he eventually helps you fall asleep, your head resting against his shoulder, little puffs of your warm breath dancing across his arm every few seconds. 

He stays up for a little longer, the day's events swirling around in his head and preventing him from getting any shut-eye. 

It's been hard for him to keep the tears contained, even though he knows he doesn't have to. It's just a bad habit that he can't seem to shake. 

It would be a lie to say that the whole day was joyful. Most of it was the happiest he's ever been. 

But he couldn't help it, she popped into his head more than a few times. 

He knows she would've loved to be there to celebrate his step into a new life. 

She would've loved to dance with both of you and laugh all night as embarrassing stories from his childhood came to light.

Jungkook clears his throat and shifts to make sure you're still comfy. 

"She l-loved it."

He bites his lip harshly at your quiet words, the reassuring touch of your hand settling over his thigh and patting it gently. 

"She was there, K-Kookie."

A quick swipe under his eyes is all it takes to get rid of the evidence of his sudden emotional weakness. 

You sit up only enough to lift the arms between your chairs and cuddle into his side, wrapping your arm around his waist, "Your m-mom is watching o-over us, you know."

He nods, still biting his lip to keep his composure. 

"She said m-my dress was gorgeous."

A small sob leaves his throat and he tightens his hold on you. 

"You were th-th-the most beautiful person in the wh-whole church, she said so."

Jungkook pulls back just enough to look into your eyes as he cups your face with both hands before he pulls you into a deep kiss, his tears dripping onto your cheeks. 

When he finally pulls away for a breath, he whispers, "How do you always hear what's in my mind? How can you always know the right thing to say?"

You shrug, "I guess it's a s-soulmate thing."

He chuckles tearfully before wiping at his eyes, "I guess you're right."

You snuggle into him again, holding him together like you always do. 

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It was a long and exhausting journey. 

Several stops and many fitful sleep attempts before you finally reach your destination. 

You and Jungkook walk out of the airport at around midnight and get into a taxi that takes you to the place you'll be staying at. 

The drive only took about fifteen minutes but it felt longer. Neither of you have had sufficient sleep in days. The flight only took a day, but the nights before the wedding were full of nervous excitement that turned into sleepless nights. 

Both of you must look like you just rose from the grave, with the heavy bags under your bloodshot eyes and the limping that can't be helped because good grief even the comfortable plane seats started putting cricks in your backs and hips. 

"I feel like we're celebrating our seventieth anniversary," Jungkook groans as the two of you walk up to the little bungalow with the kind driver in tow. 

It's so dark out that you can't see much, but somewhere in the back of your mind you know you'll be elated about the view after a good night's sleep. 

His joke sends you into a fit of maniacal laughter that sends sharp pains up your cramped back, which makes you cry out and hold your back like a little old lady, further confirming that the two of you really do look like a very very old couple at this moment in time. 

If you had any energy left to care, you might be embarrassed of what the driver must think of the pair of you as he helps bring the bags inside and then bids you a good night. 

Jungkook tries his best to help you walk but he's started laughing now and it's all a mess. 

"Forget the bags, forget them," he swats at them dismissively, "Room, room!" He then gestures in a general direction and stumbles forward. 

You find the room quickly and fall onto the giant bed, groaning at how soft and magical it feels right now. 

Jungkook isn't far behind; you feel the bed dipping as he climbs in and tucks himself into the covers, "Get under the blankets, baby," he mumbles, already half asleep. 

You make a low sound, not hearing what he said but not having the strength to ask him to repeat it. 

"Blankets, love," Jungkook speaks up after a minute, voice hoarse as he pulls his head from the pillow to look at you lying facedown on the comforter. 

Your legs are dangling half-way off the bed, your body contorted in a strange angle. 

Jungkook stares at you for a minute, then pokes your arm, "____? Baby?"

You groan again but don't move. 

He laughs tiredly and sits up, reaching over to hold under your arms and quite literally pull you all the way onto the bed. 

"Silly girl," he mumbles affectionately as he fights to get the covers from under you and place them on top of you carefully. 

When it's all done and you're in a good position, he lays down and takes your hand in his, leaving a quick kiss there before drifting off. 

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The two of you sleep until around noon, then you tiredly eat the food Jungkook ordered, trying your best not to fall asleep until he's done feeding you the last forkful of fruit. 

You smile sleepily and lay down again after thanking him for the hundredth time. 

He joins you after he takes his last bite, crawling under the covers and pulling you close, letting you rest your head on his arm as a makeshift pillow. 

"Love you," he mumbles into your shoulder. 

"Love you t-too," you yawn and place your hand on his that holds your waist and rubs gentle circles. 

"Still tired, love?" He asks quietly, eyes never opening. 

"Mhm," you sigh and move back further into his warmth. 

The action makes Jungkook's heart leap to his throat; your backside unintentionally breaching territory it hasn't yet. 

"Sweetpea."

The strained sound of his voice along with his hand gripping your waist with a little more force makes you stop moving to try and get comfy, "Hm?"

He doesn't answer you, just tries to keep his breathing steady. 

You can't help it, the sound of his ragged breath in your ear and his hold on you, makes a distinct tickle in your tummy that you've felt a few times before around him. 

Your already warm skin starts to heat up even more when you realize what must have happened to make him react in that way. The way he gently moves your hips forward so they aren't touching him is telling enough. 

Did you just-...

Your cheeks burst into flames and you fight the urge to blurt an apology.

That would just confirm that you know what happened. 

Jungkook on the other hand is busy trying to clear his head, reminding himself that you did not do that on purpose and he needs to control his raging hormones before they make him into a fool. 

You'll let him know when you're ready, the right time will come. It's not when you're still half-asleep and worn out from a long flight. 

The thought hasn't left either of your minds since even before the wedding. Knowing that naturally, things will progress into that situation. 

It would be lying to say neither of you wants that right now. 

But neither of you are going to admit it either, both under the impression the other is too tired and it would be selfish to initiate it.

And perhaps...you're both just a little scared. 

So the silence stretches on, both of you biting your tongues harshly. 

"Um," It startles you when he finally speaks, "I'm actually gonna go take a shower. You should get some more rest, baby."

You give him a small nod but don't turn to look at him, "Ok."

He smiles at the small voice coming from the covers and leans down to press a kiss to your hair before sliding out of bed and going to the restroom.

When you hear the door shut, you let out a long breath you had been holding and put a hand to your burning forehead as you collect yourself. 

You've never ever been that close to starting something with him, not ever. 

It's a terrifying yet exhilarating feeling that settles in your tummy at the realization that he wants it too. 

The fact that you're husband and wife now is finally starting to actually sink in. 

You're married to Jungkook. 

You share his last name and everything. 

Kicking your feet under the covers, you place your hands over your mouth to muffle the excited shriek building up. 

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Jungkook turns on the shower and peels his sweaty clothes off in record time, stepping into the already steamy giant glass box and sighing in relief. 

But only a few minutes pass before he realizes it isn't working. 

You're still clouding every area of his brain and making it really difficult not to give in and call out for you. 

What the fuck. 

Jungkook grabs the shower knob and turns it to cold in a moment of desperation to ease his mind and other areas he doesn't want to admit are being affected right now. 

Calm down, you hormonal fucking teenager.

Jungkook groans quietly when it feels like it's not working, his mind starting to turn to panic. 

His traitorous brain is scheming against him as it reminds him that you're laying not even fifty feet away right now, soft and beautiful as ever. 

Fuck, shut up. 

He puts his hands over his face as another groan slips out. 

"Jungkook?"

The unexpected sound of your voice through the door makes him jump and rip his hands away from his face in terror that you've caught him and know exactly what's going on. 

"Y-yeah?" He calls back. 

"I'm gonna ch-check out the patio, is th-that fine?"

His pounding heart starts to relax, "Yeah, it's okay. I'll uh- I'll be out in a bit, alright?"

You smile, "Ok!" Then you skip away. 

He feels like an idiot. 

A downright fool.

Jungkook makes quick work of washing himself, relief entering his system as it appears things have calmed down by the time he gets out. 

A quick glance at the clock when he leaves the bathroom shows he was in there much longer than he'd thought. No wonder you got bored and wanted to look outside. 

He dries his hair a little more with a towel before getting dressed and joining you out on the patio. 

The ocean is crystal clear, a brilliant turquoise that seems nearly unreal as it washes up onto the shining sand. 

He smiles at the sight of you looking out at it, your knotted sleep hair blowing gently in the slight breeze, the oversized t-shirt that rests just above your knees making you look so soft. 

Mauritius Island was the perfect choice for your honeymoon, the glow that surrounds you as you stand up on your tippy toes and touch a vine snaking from the roof is proof of that. 

The faintest giggle reaches his ears as you pet the vine, unaware of his presence. 

"If I knew how much you loved vines, I'd have gotten you some sooner."

You jump at the sound of his voice and turn to see him smiling softly at you, his still damp hair hanging around his face in a pretty frame. 

An embarrassed laugh slips out as you shrug, "I wo-won't mind if you get some f-for the apartment."

Jungkook chuckles and comes up next to you, putting his hand on the small of your back, "Whatever you want, it's done. Just say it and you can have it."

"You're g-gonna spoil me?" You look up at him with huge eyes, clearly trying to make him laugh. 

He can't help but do so, willingly falling into your trap. 

Then he leans down and brushes a stray hair from your face before kissing the side of your mouth, just barely touching your lips. 

"Absolutely, Mrs. Jeon, " he whispers. 

Your heart pounds heavily at the look he gives you, trying to decipher what he's thinking. The way he says those words makes your legs feel like jelly.

"Anything in this world that you want, it's yours."

You smile, "All I want is y-you."

His smile grows at your words, "Me, and some vines."

"Yes," you laugh loudly, making his heart sing. 

-

Your more extravagant plans don't start until the day after tomorrow, Jungkook having been sure to make time at the start for you to get settled in and rested up for when the two of you start the adventuring. 

The rest of the day is spent walking along the stretch of beach that sits in front of your bungalow. 

More than a few times, you're able to splash Jungkook with the cool ocean water when you run into it ankle deep. 

He tries to retaliate but you're too quick; running as fast as you can away from him as you feel the soft, wet sand sink underneath your bare feet. 

Jungkook takes a few pictures along the way, one of his favorites being the one where you were running into the water, the pink sky in front of you and your hair flowing in the wind. Your distinct silhouette and the footsteps in the sand behind you bring the whole image together. 

He mentally tucks away the reminder that he wants to paint this picture someday. 

When it seems like the sun has decided to start going down soon, Jungkook asks if you want to go back. 

You run over and nod happily, "I'm hungry!"

"Well at least you're not sleepy anymore," he chuckles at the energy radiating from you. 

The two of you walk side by side back to the bungalow, chatting about how gorgeous the scenery is and gushing over the photos he shows you that he took. You show him some you snuck of him too when he set the camera down, much to his embarrassment.

-

You decide to order dinner tonight as well, not wanting to go out anywhere just yet. 

Before the food arrives, you decide to take a quick shower, calling to Jungkook as you shut the door to pick the music he wants to listen to while eating dinner. 

He scrolls on his phone while you shower, looking for whatever the two of you are feeling right now. Both of you go through phases of listening to different songs, most of the time your playlists are the same but sometimes they differ. 

By the time the shower turns off, the food has arrived, so he goes to grab it and bring it into the room. 

Just as he's coming back in, he sees you come out of the bathroom in a dark blue silky robe, your wet hair framing your soft face. 

"The r-robes are nice," you say shyly, a blush dusting your cheeks. 

He smiles, "Looks comfy, maybe I should go get mine."

You laugh at his silliness and walk over to join him on the bed. 

The take-out is set on the foot of the bed and the two of you lay on your stomachs, grabbing it and digging in as you chat and goof around while listen to the music he picked out. This setup is typical for the both of you whenever you'd eat dinner together. It feels more comfortable, not so formal and stiff. 

Jungkook feels a warmth in his heart when you roll over onto your back, cackling like a witch at some stupid joke he made. 

He'd be scared you'd knock the food over if it wasn't already gone. 

Instead, he shakes his head at you and cleans up the empty boxes as you laugh and laugh. One of his favorite things about you is the fact that you find humor in anything and everything, nothing is too stupid for you to laugh at. 

When he comes back into the room, he sees you laying towards the bottom of the bed, your head hanging off of it as you look at him upside down, giggles erupting from you uncontrollably. 

The sight makes him break, laughing loudly for a second before he comes over and kneels in front of you. 

"I think it's s-supposed to be the other w-way around," you giggle as he leans closer. 

He chuckles at the Spiderman joke, knowing you are well aware of his love for that superhero, and especially that scene. Which he only admitted to liking when threatened with tickle torture if he didn't spill the beans one night after watching it. 

He'd admitted in a blushing mess that he wanted to try it someday, just out of curiosity. 

"I'll make do with what I can get," he whispers before cutting off your giggles by pressing his lips to yours. 

The action makes a heat spread through you, all the way to your toes. 

His warm tongue caresses yours as he deepens the kiss.

You hadn't known how kissing upside would feel, but now that you've tried it you understand the hype. 

A small gasp leaves you when he pulls away, his breathing heavier than it was a minute ago. 

You stare at each other for a moment in silence. 

Then Jungkook clears his throat, "Your face is turning red, you should sit up."

"Oh," you sit up and let the blood rush back to the rest of your body. 

Jungkook swallows thickly, then he stands up. 

"I do believe I owe you a back massage, wanna cash it in?"

You nod, cheeks still burning, "Yes, m-my back still hurts from th-that plane ride and my sh-shoulders are still tense fr-from being anxi-"

"I know, I know," he chuckles, "Let's get ready for bed and I'll make it up to you, okay?"

All you really need to do is brush your teeth since you've already washed up. 

A few minutes later, you're laying on the bed face down and waiting for him to be ready for bed. You turn your head and look out the window, noting again how beautiful and secluded the area is. Jungkook really went all out for you to be comfy. 

He always does. 

The deep golden blanket over the sky fills the room with a radiant light as the sun continues to sink below the horizon. 

You take note of how quickly you two had eaten dinner, happy that you get to see the sun set from your window. 

"Alright, you ready?" Jungkook's voice sounds from behind you and you nod, "Mhm!"

He chuckles and climbs onto the bed, looking over you to see the shape of your figure underneath the robe. 

He gulps. 

"Do you want to keep the robe on?"

Your cheeks flush and you shake your head slowly, "G-Guess not," you laugh sheepishly and start to sit up to take it off.

"I got it," he says, "If you're okay with that."

"Yeah," you squeak, sitting patiently before you feel his hands brush your shoulders as he takes the robe and carefully slides it off. 

His heart gets lodged in his throat when he realizes you're wearing a light pink top that's cropped to look almost like a sports bra, but much softer. There's nothing else on your top half. 

Jungkook leaves the robe on to cover your bottom half, but it does him no good. Blood is rushing through him and leaving him hot and bothered. 

He tries his best not to get distracted, but the sight of you in nothing but a bra really does a number on him. The only time he saw you like this was brief, when you were in the forest washing yourselves and he accidentally turned before you were ready. He had blocked that from his memory for your sake, feeling terrible at the time for the mistake. 

Now you're letting him in, a huge step he's waited so long to take. He wants to show you how much he truly loves and cares for you. How beautiful you are to him. 

You lay down again, breath catching when he starts to rub carefully yet firmly, soothing the tense knots in your muscles. 

When the massage eventually turns into light scratches, you sigh blissfully, not knowing the last time you felt this relaxed. 

As the minutes pass by, it becomes painfully obvious that he can only do so much when you have the top on. He says nothing though, not wanting to pressure you in any way.

You're already aware of it. You don't know what to do though, you've never gotten undressed in front of a boy before. 

He's not just a boy, ____. 

You're married to him now. 

That thought brings the heat back to your cheeks. 

"You okay?"

"Mm? What?" You turn your head to look at him. 

"You seem a little anxious, I can stop if you're uncomfortable..."

"Oh...no, I- I'm okay."

He smiles sadly at the nervousness in your voice. 

Without stopping his gentle touches on your back, he whispers, "What's wrong, ____?"

"Nothing," You sit up on your elbows and look at him with a shaky smile, "h-honest."

He raises a brow and your heart is suddenly plummeting to your stomach. 

How can he look so hot when he's not even trying?

You gulp. 

"What is it?" He asks again, even softer than before. 

"I just-...love you, i-is all," you whisper. 

He chuckles lowly, "I love you too, which is how I know when you're lying. I know you love me, and I also know there's something else you're hiding."

You sigh and flop onto your back, thinking nothing of the fact that your chest and abdomen are still uncovered.

Your chest rises and falls with your deep breaths, which makes Jungkook's brain short-circuit as he forces himself to keep eye contact with you and not look down. The top leaves little to the imagination.

Finally, after what feels like a million years, he sees you look down at him again. 

"I w-want you," you whisper so quietly he nearly misses it. 

But he doesn't.

"I'm right here," he manages to choke out. 

"No," you sit up and pull the robe back up your arms, leaving it open this time. Then you crawl towards him, "Don't t-tease."

Was he teasing? 

He's not even sure. 

All he knows is that suddenly you're the brave one. 

You're the one moving towards him with the hugest doe eyes he's ever seen, it's completely contradictory to the way you close in on him.

When your hand reaches for him, he snatches your wrist so fast it startles you. 

It's just as startling when he turns your wrist until he can place a tender kiss on the inside of it. 

Jungkook continues the slow kisses up your arm, pushing the robe up until he reaches your elbow, then he looks up at you through his lashes and all of your confidence dissipates. 

The sultry look on his face is enough to have you gulping and moving backwards. 

He follows you. 

As you scootch back on the bed, he crawls over you, placing another kiss just above your collarbone.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he works, decorating your skin with purple and blue marks, just like one of his paintings. Soft pants fall from your lips until he's finally satisfied with his work of art. 

He leans back and smirks at the shocked look on your face. 

"I want you too, ____," he whispers before slotting his lips with your own, "So fucking much," he breathes against your lips.

"Really?" You gasp in a breath when he places wet kisses just under your jaw. 

"Yes, stupid," he pokes your sides playfully as you whine at him not to call you that. 

"I've wanted you for a long time," he says seriously, "in more ways than you think."

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down and into another kiss. 

The heat building in your tummy is familiar to you, it's happened every time you kiss him like this. Knowing that this time will end differently makes a chill go down your spine. 

Jungkook pulls back to look at you. 

You watch curiously as he sits back on his knees and stares at you, seemingly just taking in the moment. 

"A picture w-would last longer," you say teasingly. 

You didn't think he'd actually agree. 

"You're right," he reaches over to the side table and grabs the polaroid before leaning back into his previous position, "Is this okay?"

You smile and nod, surprised when he doesn't tell you to move at all, not to fix your robe or hair or the position of your arm. 

He's always so particular about his photos, always wanting them to be perfect.

But he just snaps this picture without thinking.

You blink owlishly at him, "You d-didn't have me f-f-fix anything, I look a mess-" you reach up and start trying to fix your hair before he puts a hand on your arm to stop you. 

"Don't, you're perfect."

You look at him, unsure. 

"You're perfect," he says again, not a flicker of dishonesty in his eyes. 

The way he tosses the camera onto the chair by the bed before climbing over you again makes a different warmth appear in your lower tummy that you've felt before but always tried to ignore. 

It's almost like he senses it, because in the next second, he's back to smirking before attaching his lips to your throat once more. 

The low groan that leaves him is almost too much for you to handle. 

You gulp and stare at the ceiling as he continues blemishing every part of your neck that he hasn't reached yet. 

The ceiling begins to blur suddenly. 

A few tears slip out, tickling your skin as they slide down the sides of your face. 

Jungkook pulls away at the sound of a quiet sob. 

"Baby," he breathes, at a loss for why you're crying, "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry-"

You shake your head, "No, i-it's good. It's all r-really good."

He frowns, "Why are you crying? Are they good tears?"

You shrug. 

That puts a pause on everything, which makes you cry harder. 

"Hey, hey," Jungkook wipes your tears, "We don't have to do anything. We don't have to do anything at all until you are completely ready. Everything is okay, I promise. I'm okay, you're okay, everything is wonderful. We're married and we have the rest of our lives to do anything and everything. It's already too wonderful to be true-"

You nod as you cry, "That's the th-thing...Part of me is sc-scared I'll wake up in that old boxcar or s-something."

His hands move to cup your cheek, "You're right here with me, sweetpea-"

A sob breaks from your chest as you look into his eyes. 

"We n-never got to have an-anything beautiful."

His throat feels like it's closing as he tries to swallow his own tears, "That was just the beginning love, this is just the beginning, I swear. What we have is already beautiful, we don't need anything more. All of that is over, I promise."

The tears filling your eyes and cascading down your cheeks break his heart a little more with each one that falls. 

"I d-don't want to wake up."

Your voice is so small and scared it rips his chest apart painfully just to hear it. 

"You won't wake up. This isn't a dream. I'm here, I'm real," he takes your hand and places it on his cheek, letting you feel the warmth. Then he brings your hand to his heart so you can feel the steady beating, "See? I'm alive, right here and now."

The panic begins to subside as you concentrate on his heartbeat. Your eyes flit over his face, seeing the way the sun floods his skin with such a deep golden glow, his dark eyes filled with so much love it seems to physically pour out of them.

"Are you here with me?" Jungkook whispers softly. 

You nod slowly. 

His soft smile makes everything seem far less scary. 

"Should we sleep it off, sweetpea?"

You shake your head frantically, "Nuh uh, I w-want you."

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, "You have me, you'll always have me."

The grip you have on his tattoed bicep tightens the lower down he goes, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses across your golden sun lit skin until you can't hold on anymore as he reaches the panties that match your bra perfectly apart from the small cherries decorating them. 

A smile pulls at his lips. 

Everything about you is just so...you.

A shiver runs through you at the feeling of him spreading your legs and the softest kiss pressed to your inner left knee. 

Jungkook brushes his nose against your soft squishy thigh, breathing in your scent before peppering a few more kisses there. 

"Love you," he mumbles against your skin. 

"Love y-y-you-" You breathe rapidly. 

Jungkook looks up at you to see your whole body trembling, your bare stomach is quivering with every breath. 

"Cold?" He asks gently. 

You shake your head and breathe out a laugh, "M-More like full of ad-adrenaline...I g-g-guess....Yeah, k-kinda cold."

He smiles and reaches over to grab the small fluffy blanket that was folded at the bottom of the bed earlier, then he hands it to you. 

Your shaking hands grasp it and you pull it to your chest, praying the shakiness will subside. 

After a few moments of him rubbing his hands up and down the length of your legs, you're already feeling better and the shaking has mostly stopped. 

Now the cold that was seeping into your bones has turned to heat. You toss the blanket to the side and place your hands folded nicely over your tummy. 

You only look down again when you feel him take your hands in his, stopping the shaking with a reassuring squeeze. 

The sight of him between your legs is too much to handle so you look back at the ceiling. 

The gasp that leaves you at the first touch makes him smirk harder before getting back to the task at hand. 

You close your eyes tightly, unable to keep the embarrassing sounds from spilling out of your mouth as your hips begin to move on their own accord. 

"Nngh, Jungkook-" 

"I've got you."

The sound of your moans only spurs him on further, making sure to keep an eye on your pretty scrunched up face. 

Your mind is wrapped in a hazy curtain of dripping gold as the pleasure continues to build and build. 

The moment you lock eyes with him is when it snaps. 

Loud moans fill the room as your body quivers uncontrollably while he helps you through it. 

When you start coming back to reality, you feel his hands on your face and his wet lips on yours, "Breathe baby, breathe. In and out, good girl, you did so well."

Your lower abdomen begins to heat up quickly once more and you grab his hand, trying to push it back down where it's already aching again, "Keep g-going," you whisper hoarsely. 

"You sure? We can take a break-"

You shake your head adamantly, "Want you."

Thinking back on that day, you'll always remember it as the color gold. The feeling of a warm sun. The smell of flowers and sweat. The taste of salty tears and sweet lips. The sound of his deep voice reassuring you that he'll go slow even as you had urged him to hurry. 

Looking back, you're grateful that he was so gentle with you. At least one of you was thinking clearly. He was so careful and kind, never taking the chance of hurting you even as you begged him for more. It hurt at first, but the pain subsided quickly and rapidly turned into something much more addicting.

You kept forgetting it was his first time too, he seemed so experienced. It was as if he knew your body like it was his favorite book, the one he'd read over a hundred times until the pages were frayed. He treated you better than anyone in this world has ever treated you.

Even as you cried and shook with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, he held you close and brought you over the edge with him, never letting you feel anything other than complete and utter relief and comfort. 

When it was over, he held you in his arms even as the sun had dipped behind the horizon and the stars lit up the entire sky. 

It would be a lie to say you didn't cry more from the love alone. It's like he's full of it, pouring the glittering warm liquid into your heart and never running out. 

You want to give him that much and more in return. 

Little do you know, you have always given it to him. He's going to spend every waking moment filling your heart in return for the love you've shown him, even at the times he least deserved it. 

"I love you, sweetpea," he had whispered in your ear, his eyes drifting over the starlight that decorated your naked skin as his hand caressed your tummy. 

And you felt it; with each kiss and each whisper that tickled your ear, each swipe of his warm fingers on your belly. 

Patience and kindess. Terrifying excitement. Warmth and laughter. Inky swirls decorating every inch.

Starlight and golden rivers. 

That's how you'll describe love to anyone that asks. 

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[lookismaddict]

Girly pop *sigh* it's been A YEAR SINCE YOU POSTED THE 12TH PART OF RENDEZVOUS WHEN ARE WE GETTING 13TH ???????

“Hi Cat, how have you been? I hope you’ve been doing well.” Oh, I’ve been doing fine. Thank you for asking! Been busy with life. How are you? Girl, thanks for your concern. 😀

The messages I get in my inbox is all basically just asking for the next chapter. No concerns, no other follow-up questions related to Lookism, whatsoever. Just the direct, "Where's the next chapter?" type of questions. The more I see these, the more it feels dehumanizing to a certain extent, and the excitement I get whenever I return, declines.

I've always wanted to address this whenever I'm bombarded with questions regarding the next chapter. But, to put it into simple terms, I haven’t touched it until recently, because I have a life that keeps me busy and occupied. (Yeah, finally.) Hell, I even deleted Tumblr for a while and haven't touched it ever since because of that. Until last week, when I downloaded the app again since I wanted to come back during my break from school with an optimistic approach. But instead, I just keep getting questions like this and I start to fade back out of it again.

I'm not a slave. I honestly, write whenever I want to and whenever I feel like it because I started my story as a hobby in the first place. So, whenever I get questions asking for the next chapter, all I can tell you is: "You will get it, when it's published." I mentioned this before countless numbers of times that I don't have a definite date. I'm sorry if that may seem harsh, but I'm not going to keep answering the same question over and over again. You should know by now that I don't run on a schedule.

But, to the same person(s) who keep asking the same thing over again about the next chapter, just chill. Rest assured, I started working on it again. Whoever saw the recent chapter I just posted, April’s Fool’s! No chingas, my guy. I got you.

Sometimes, I feel bad for all writers in general who consistently get questions about stories or works that become popular, so they tend to take a break from them because of the pressure. The pressure of having to write and to try and appease the audience can be daunting, to the point that the writer will lose their touch and their passions to even continue a story again. The overwhelming pressure of it all is what gradually affects a writer. That, and how their minds don't always focus on the work at hand and they start to drift away from it because of how busy they become, in their lives.

But on the other hand, I get it. The wait has been pretty long and it's been a year. I'm well aware of that. I don't want to be rude, but in all honesty, I'm tired. I'm tired of constantly having to readdress this again and again, so this will be my final reply regarding the constant questions. And to my mutuals and friends who sent messages about taking my time and going at my own pace regarding my writing, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for understanding. <3

What's funny to me, is that this predicament reminded me of this one video. This is all of you Rendezvous readers whenever I come back to check my messages sometimes:

Watch me pull a CoryxKenshin rn /j. I can do more than a 9 month streak next time.

So, I’m sorry that I left you guys again. And as an apology, new Rendezvous chapter + other stuff will come out soon. 🖤 (I’m not bullshitting this time.)

[eshithepetty]

hiii hiii ^_^ hiii what is your favourite mp100 amv? :D

HI HIII!!! Sorry for the late answer!! But ough... you've activated my trap card.

Honestly... and I mean truly honestly, I can't pick one. So I know that's not what this ask specifically asked, but, have just a whole list anyways sjhdgfsjdf

As per my last post, these are specifically less well known amvs, as I think pretty much everyone in this fandom knows of like, ???, 99%, Stressed Out and Kindness, for example. For these ones, I'm pretty sure none of them reach 1000 likes/notes (some don't reach even 100) (at the time of writing this, at least), but I assure you, that's not an indication of quality!! SO yeh. A pile of AMVs be upon ye (15 specifically for now).

Firstly, from Youtube:

DARK ARTS by pyrotechnicstars

Centers on: mp100 in general

This one's not as character centric as the rest of the amvs you'll see on this list, but i just Really love this one for how fluid and fun the editing is, and how the song just fits mp100's vibe very well imo ^^

maybe if i by kiwa

Centers on: Reigen

Such good cuts and scene selection :) really love when people choose a more introspective vibe with Reigen amvs. also it hit me with a surprise serirei reference that made me laugh, so hdhdhcf

All the Rowboats by hyrude

Centers on: Mob & Ritsu

The atmosphere in this one…. ough. I really appreciate when people choose to delve into the darker tones of this show, and this one really nails that !!

If I Was by ObsessiveBookworm

(@grocerystorephobic on tumblr)

Centers on: Reigen & Mob

Another introspective Reigen one! Specifically one focusing on his relationship with Shigeo. This one's really sweet,,, feels almost nostalgic in a way, really neat <3

Children's Work by ObsessiveBookworm

Centers on: Mob & Ritsu

SUCH A NEAT EXPLORATION OF THE KAGEYAMA BROTHERS…. the song fits them sooo well, its just. Augh.. Goes insane,,,,

Try To Change by Thamires

Centers on: Mob

Such a good choice of song.. I think this was one of the first mob amvs that I found and liked? Somber with a tinge of sweet at the end,,, :')

Former Lives by ObsessiveBookworm

Centers on: Mogami arc

Ooughggh;;,,, as i said, I really appreciate exploration of the darker sides to mp100, and this one is just. Augh. So well done, so gritty, so captivating despite being over a whole 6 minutes long. And I also admire it for the sheer challenge of making it, due to the length and how cut down this arc in the anime was, and how op made the best of it.. Love this one a lot…. <3

D o g T e e t h by flyweeabooty

Centers on: Mob

This one just,,, hurts…. so viscerally,,, I don't have many words for this one, just. Damn :(

With All Your Power by ObsessiveBookworm

Centers on: Season 1

The reason i'm labeling it as just season 1 is that…!! Its just!!! Such a great amv for that part of the story, with all the wackiness, the large cast of characters, the different parts going on and occasional tension and explosion of emotions…. its just sooo fun, i adore it !!!

The Whole World And Mob by ObsessiveBookworm

Centers on: Dimple & Mob

A RARE DIMPLE AMV!! And one focusing on their s1 dynamic as well! Honestly just such a silly and good time, this one genuinely makes me smile :)

....WAIT. AUGH. THERE'S A 10 VIDEO LIMIT???

...welp. Lemme take a moment then to put the other 5 in a reblog then, sorry for that jshgfjs. A brief intermission!! Watch these shrimp 'till then

[sachirobabe]

Accidental cuddling | U. Wakatoshi x F!reader

Warnings: Cursing⚠️

An: repost from my wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1,341

"What else do we need?" You asked, taking your eyes off your clipboard for a second to look at Ushijima.

"More athletic tape because Tendou used it all." He answers, dusting his hands off on his shorts.

Currently the two of you were stocking up on things that were needed in the storage room. The boys volleyball team was heading to a training camp for a week and there was some very much needed stuff.

You being the manager, decided to make a neat list for the coach so he would know what to get tonight.

"I think that's it." He sighs. "Thank you for staying after, I'm sure you had other things to do."

You waved him off, "Not really, plus it's kind of my job." You finished with a laugh, earning a chuckle from him.

"But still, I kept you here late." He apologizes.

"It's okay, really." You assured. Once you gathered your things, Ushijima locked both the storage room and the gym doors.

Ushijima mentally thanked himself for showering and changing before the two of you went over things, now he has a chance to walk you to your dorm.

"Could I see the paper?" He asked. You nodded and handed it to him, he needed to take a picture and send it to coach.

Before he sent the picture he stopped, "Do you happen to have coaches number?" He says, knowing that he does have it.

"Yeah sure, I can text it to you." You say and take your phone out, ready to type his number. You sent it and saved his contact.

He smiled to himself, he managed to get your number without going through the awkwardness of asking. "Thank you." He says and saved your number as well. The two of you approached the third year dorms, nearing the end of spending time together.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Goodnight." He says after mentally preparing what he was going to say for the last 5 minutes.

"Goodnight Wakatoshi." You smiled and entered your dorm. Once you exited out of the shower, you did your nightly routine and got in bed, smiling to yourself that you now got your crushes number.

The morning arrived and the school day went on as usual, today was the first day of the one week camp. The team would leave right after school. You packed the last of your bag and began your walk to the front of the gym.

"I can't believe you got her num- Y/N!" Tendou catches himself as the two of them turned the corner and you were just getting out of your room.

"Oh- hey you two." You greeted. "You startled me." You chuckled.

"Sorry." The two apologized, you told them you were okay.

"Excited for the camp?" You asked, walking in the middle of them.

"Yes." Ushijima simply answered.

"I'm not excited for the car ride." Tendou sighs.

You raised a brow, "It's only an hour and a half."

"Tendou can't stay still for that long, he gets bored." Ushijima chimed in.

"I can sit still, but who's gonna entertain me?!" Tendou gasps, effectively making you laugh. You shrugged and kept walking, soon getting to the gym and getting your bags situated on the bus.

"Coach made us a seating chart because of what happened last time." Semi sighs, disappointed that he can’t chose freely where he’d like to sit.

"You can all blame Tendou's ass for that." You say remembering what happened last time.

Last time, Tendou was crawling underneath the seats to sit with everyone, he accidentally woke up the coach and scared him.

"Why'd you even do that?" Semi asked Tendou and they began to bicker playfully.

Soon enough you all got situated in the bus, you ended up sitting with Ushijima and Tendou sat right next to coach. Semi and Shirabu began teasing the red head.

"Hopefully he stays in his seat this time." Ushijima says out loud, gaining laughter from all over the bus.

You chuckle and agreed with him. You spent the bus ride resting your eyes and listening to music, not paying much attention the the others around you. Apparently you had actually fallen asleep because you felt someone slightly shaking your shoulder.

"We're here." Ushijima says.

"Thanks." You yawn and get out of the seat. You got off the bus and stretched your limbs, "How was your seat, Tendou?" You asked, already knowing how miserable he must’ve been.

He frowned, "It was so boring!"

"Maybe that'll teach you to not go crawling underneath the seats." The coach says as he got out of the bus. You all laughed at Tendou while he groaned, continuing to complain how the coach didn’t even listen to his recent theories he was interested in.

The coach explained about how rooms were done, he trusted Ushijima enough to let you two share a bed since there were a shortage of them.

He apologized for not having an extra room like you always had before, but you didn't really mind. You trusted all the boys and knew they wouldn't do anything.

Semi and Tendou also shared the other bed, the three of them got changed since they began their practice before dinner and then bed.

You took your time getting situated, making sure to keep everything clean, before you too went to the gym to watch them.

After dinner the boys took turns taking a shower, currently Semi was taking his sweet time, while an uncomfortably sweaty Tendou sat on the floor in front of the door.

"I told you to shower after me." Ushijima called out to him, already telling him off.

"I didn't know he'd take this long." Tendou whines, banging his head on the door and Semi yelling at him to stop.

"Was that extra round in that game worth it?" You joked. “You didn’t even win!”

Tendou playfully glared at you, but he fell backwards since he was leaning on the door and Semi had finally got out.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Semi curses, jumping back.

"I was waiting for you to get out! You take so long." Tendou sighs and shuts the door, the shower turned on immediately after that.

"You shouldn't have showered after me." Semi grumbles and lays in his bed.

"I literally told him that." Ushijima says and he too lays down. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" He reassured.

"No, I'm good, really." You smiled.

He lets out a sigh of relief and gets inside the covers. You put your phone down on the nightstand, to charge, and turned off the lamp next to you.

You looked over to see Semi already passed out, snoring softly. "Goodnight." You politely say.

"Goodnight." Ushijima smiled to himself, he thanked to whoever was above that the light was off because he was sure that there was an obvious blush on his face. He was sleeping right next to his crush, the team would make fun of him tomorrow during warmups.

You faced away from him and he did the same. Sometime during the night you had gotten sick of sleeping on your right side, so you turned.

Ushijima had turned as well, he was slightly awake, you were so close to him, he could practically engulf you in a bear hug.

He accidentally put out his hand a little too far and it rested against your arm, you seemed to take the hint and scooted closer. He definitely wasn't expecting this—cuddling with his crush, in the same bed, at a training camp.

He tensed up and you immediately noticed, groggily you asked, "Is this okay?" His heart skipped a beat hearing your voice all raspy.

"Yes, are you?" He whispered. You hummed and snuggled in closer with him.

Now he was definitely going to be made fun of tomorrow, but that quickly slipped his mind as he began to think of ways to ask you out properly once the two of you got back from the camp.

*do not steal or plagiarize.