#the fact that you’re in marching band makes me like you already

[astralis-ortus]

sunday, sunday, sunday

✱ husband!bc × fem!reader

— now, and every sundays to ever come. i want to spend them all with you.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, fluff, fluff. just tooth rotting fluff. warnings → very minor cussing (just once)(atp cussing is a given lol), kissing, time jump (twice), chan referred to as chris a.n → blame the man for putting the idea in my head like what can i do??? his insta post??? hello??? not to mention his song recommendation while i was writing this??? laufey's like the movies??? what??? he wants me dead atp<////3 ⋆ see masterlist

it’s sunday.

to be fair, it has been sunday since the moment chris’ eyes flew open a few hours ago. it’s sunday when he got ready, it’s sunday when he got his light makeup and hair settled, it is sunday when he finally wore the crisp tailored suit that has been turning his heart into the loudest marching band ensemble he’d ever known.

but to be fair,

it’s not just any sunday.

“bring those shoulders down, hyung. you’re gonna get cramps at this point.”

“oh shut up,” chris groaned, feeling more embarrassed about the fact that he got caught more than the fact that his nerves are firing non-stop at an untraceable rate. “just take the pictures, felix.”

albeit rolling his eyes at chris’ rather feisty comment, it was proven impossible to wipe the cheeky grin off the younger’s clearly ecstatic face. after all, it’s a monumental day in chris’ life—and he’s very honored the older trusted his (and technically hyunjin’s) skills to capture the day’s earlier moments.

“see? that’s already all better,” felix cheerily quipped, snapping several pictures as soon as he caught a glimpse of chris fixing his posture. besides, a little movement here and there does make the picture come out a lot more natural, which was the one thing you repeatedly told him (and hyunjin) as something you wanted to see most in the final cuts.

you.

the mere thought of you was enough to melt the remaining stillness present in chris’ face.

it has been a wild few months; meetings after meetings, fittings after fittings, testing, changes in plans, some other minor revisions, checklist, checklist, checklist. chris was justifiably spent, and so were you. there were arguments (you refused to call them fights, knock on wood), there were a couple of shed tears (out of frustration, of course), there were a few hours of leaving each other on read (justifiably so, considering both of you are quite the stubborn pair), but there were also a lot of make-up dates, plenty of exchanged giggles of excitement, and bountiful of prayers for the days to come.

those days have been wild, and this sunday will begin to prove that every second of it was worthwhile.

“chris hyung!”

woken up from his trance, the glint on chris’ eyes finally returned as he found hyunjin’s head peeking from inside the room—the one he’d been waiting on for the past 10 minutes while his head was busy creating bits and pieces for his life montage.

“ready to see your bride?” asked the younger, grin replicating the ones felix is sporting behind his lenses.

am i ready?

palms running over the fabric of his carefully crafted suit, ones you finally chose after debating over a dozen others you deem was ‘not grand enough for someone about to spend the rest of my life with’, chris took one final breath.

“ready.”

it’s sunday.

it’s been exactly a week since your wedding day, and you finally got your hand on the stack of developed pictures courtesy to your now-husband’s talented teammates. originally, you wanted to take part in picking the films, but the duo was pretty convincing when they said waiting for their pick would make a good little surprise to enjoy on your honeymoon trip.

“come on,” chris beckoned, curls framing his beautiful face while his hand motioned to the empty spot next to him on the bed; one you just left after a call from the front desk informing you about the tiny package under your husband’s name. “let’s see how hyunjin did at taking your pictures.”

“and felix at yours,” you added with a grin, swiftly claiming your throne while your fingers were busy ripping open the brown envelope. “i want to see my husband as much as you wanted to see your wife, you know. not to mention, that suit was absolutely perfect on you.”

“not again,” his defeated giggles has been chris’ way to answer to your every compliment on his look since the day of your wedding. “you need to stop that before my head blows up to the size of a hot air balloon, my love.”

“well,” you shrugged, finally getting your hand on the stack of pictures before then snuggling right into the warmth of chris’ arms, “have you ever thought about trying not to be so hot all the da-“

and of course, stealing kisses has also been his alternative should you continue to run your mouth and try to turn him into a blushing mess.

as if that’s not exactly the reason why you kept up with the praises.

“can we start looking at the pictures,” he muttered over your lips, evidently smiling as his lips brushed against yours, “or do i still need to shut you up?”

you hummed, letting the warmth of his skin hover over your face before your lips captured his in a quick peck, “pictures. need to see my cool husband.”

the way his laugh reverberates against his chest never fails to warm you up.

“okay, picture it is then.”

it’s sunday.

you didn’t expect moving to be this hard—sure, you’ve been living together with chris even before you two got married, but had you really been accumulating that many stuffs?

“fuck—i think it’s not the right screw,” your husband’s mutters forces your line of sight to gravitate towards his hunched figure, still hovering over the half-built shelf on the floor of your living room.

“you reckon it should still stick out this much?” he questioned, beckoning you to look at the silver piece, sticking out like a sore thumb. “no, right?”

“think not,” you huffed, crouching next to chris to look at the scattered pieces around him, “was this all? did they send the wrong one?”

chris groaned in defeat, deciding to lean onto your warmth instead of voicing his answer. maybe building your own furniture was not exactly a good idea to spend your first weekend home after your honeymoon trip.

treading your fingers through his soft curls, you then came up with a suggestion, “i’ll get you a pineapple juice then we’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

and it sure perked him right up.

looking at you with sparkles lighting up in his eyes, it felt right—it felt like even through the worst sundays, chris would still be the there to welcome you home.

“thank you,” he grinned—the boyish kind. the one that made you feel like a swarm of butterflies, one that gets you blushing like a schoolgirl in front of her first ever crush. his lips then found its home on the bare of your thigh, printing a quick kiss on the surface, “you’re the best.”

“mm, i know,” you answered with a giggle, feeling the warmth breaking through your skin before returning the kiss on his plump lips while feigning ignorance to the way your heartbeat grew louder by the second.

“you’re still the bestest of the best, though. can’t beat you.”

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[frenchkisstheabyss]

୨୧ ｓｔｒａｗｂｅｒｒｙ ｊｕｌｉｕｓ ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x chubby!fem!reader x boyfriend!namjoon

୨୧ Genre: fluff, smut, rocker au/crime au combo

୨୧ Summary: The night of an event you've been stressing out about for weeks, you find stress relief in an unexpected but welcome place.

୨୧ Word Count: 2.4k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: unprotected sex, double penetration, double creampie, anal, light choking, dirty talk, pet names, strong language (I can be a potty mouth, sry), pet names (love, baby), dom vibes if you squint, & that's all I think.

୨୧ A/N: I really wanted to mix two of my favorite au's with two of my favorite people so here we are. There's definitely gonna be a part two because my brain won't shut up about this. Anyway, I hope you like it my loves 🖤

Punk music blares from the speakers in your living room, the distorted strumming of guitars and brutal drumming enough to shake the walls of your two story home. Playing your music as loud as you want whenever you want. One of the few perks that come with living on the edge of the city where your nearest neighbor's an elderly woman a mile down the road who never uses her hearing aid.

A hearing aid. You’ll need one any day now if you keep this up but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re having the time of your life fresh out of the shower, dancing around in your towel while you tear your closet apart to find an outfit for the party tonight. Everything has to be perfect. Your hair. Your outfit. Your makeup. Jungkook says you’re perfect already. That everything else is just decoration.

With all the effort he put into getting your band invited to this party, your “decoration” needs to be more memorable than ever. Everyone who’s anyone on the punk scene will be there tonight. From journalists to producers to some of the women who inspired you to start a band to begin with. The pressure to make a lasting impression is insane and the precise reason you’re running on 4 hours of sleep right now. You’ve been moving non-stop since this morning, trying to outrun your doubts and insecurities.

“Love, slow down. Let me help you” Jungkook whispered in those moments he caught you burning yourself out. You don't know what you'd do without the sweetheart that he is. Digging through your top drawer you pull out a pair of fishnets, the ones he can't get enough of, and you're instantly reminded of the other side of him. Thoughts of all the filthy things you’ve done in these fishnets bring a tingle to your cheeks that spreads between your thighs like wildfire. 

“Not tonight” you say to yourself, tossing them back in, “I’ll never be able to focus.” Shaking off vivid memories of being fucked against the questionably clean mirror of a dive bar last weekend, you continue to raid your closet, carelessly making a mess that’ll be a problem for future you to deal with.

“Baby!” Jungkook shouts, stepping through the front door twirling his keys around his fingers. His heavy black combat boots hit the hardwood like the steps of a giant as he marches over to the speaker and turns the music down. “Baby! Where are you?” There’s an adorable pitter patter of feet from above before your voice sounds from the top of the stairs. “I’m here! Get everything you needed from the store?” 

His brain glitches. The store? Oh, yeah. That lie he told you about needing to run to the store for something. You never pressed him for specifics. A testament to the level of trust you have in him. Trust that hopefully won’t be shattered by the fact that he lied his ass off. He cuts his eyes at the tall man looming by the door, knowing that his presence is the only thing that’ll redeem him. 

“Uh, yeah, I did” he lies, appearing at the bottom of the stairs, “Could you come here for a second?” Without bothering to answer, you skip down the stairs, only hitting the second to last step before he has his arms around your plush figure. The towel bunches up around your waist, raising your towel just enough to allow your ass to poke out the bottom. He can’t resist brushing his fingers along the softness of your ass.

A move that reignites that tingling you felt earlier and has your lips latching onto his before he can say another word. Jungkook dives right in, shoving his hands beneath your towel to hungrily grip handfuls of your curves. There’s no time for this but he’ll make it. He has to. Something about you drowns out his reason. He’d postpone his own funeral if it meant he got to touch you one last time. 

“Does everyone who comes over get to watch or am I just special?” Namjoon teases, slamming the front door shut. Jungkook’s stomach sinks, suddenly remembering what he’d actually left the house to pick up. Yours sinks even lower. That voice. It hasn’t lived within these walls for years. Jungkook steps back, waving Joon over. “I, uh, got something extra from the store.” 

A half dozen emotions brew inside of you, none of them identifiable. You only know that your feet are glued to the ground. That your mouth is drier than it's ever been and your heart’s beating in your throat. Joon approaches you, his arms outstretched to welcome you into a hug. When you don’t budge, your pouty bottom lip the only part of you able to move, he pulls you into his arms anyway.

The strength of his hug, the love laced within it, heals something inside of you that has your vision going hazy with tears. Lifting you from the stairs, Joon brings you between him and Jungkook. They hug you from both sides the way they used to before Joon went away. 4 years in prison. Light work for washing dirty money but an eternity for your close knit trio. You haven’t laid eyes on him since that last day in court.

He’d only let Jungkook come visit, insisting that you shouldn’t be in a place like that. You lost count of the hours you spent in tears hating him for keeping you away but loving him too much for the feeling to ever stick. Your Joon didn’t belong locked away with killers and god knows who else. Everything he did, everything you did together, was to survive. He'd never hurt anyone and knowing he might be surrounded by people who would made being kept at a distance sting that much more.

There was no way you and Jungkook would’ve survived without each other. Him losing his best friend and you losing one of your loves. No matter how far your careers advanced, how nice this house was, or how much money you had tucked under the floorboards in the attic, nothing could change how incomplete you feel. How incomplete you felt.

“Ouch!” Joon cries, jumping when you pinch his side, “What was that for?” “What the fuck are you doing here?” you shout, wiping the tears from your eyes. Joon just laughs, “I still live here don’t I?” “Duh, you idiot! But you’re not supposed to—your release is months away—I thought—” You turn to Jungkook who grabs your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours before you pinch him too.

“Early release. I was gonna tell you, I just thought it’d be a fun surprise. Plus you were so freaked out about tonight. I just didn’t wanna psych you out. You mad at me?” Jungkook pouts, those brown puppy dog eyes pulling you in like they always do. “I’m not mad” you huff, rolling your eyes while leaning in to let him peck you on the cheek. Joon kisses you on the neck from behind, his large smooth hands massaging your tense shoulders.

You reach back, running your palm across his buzz cut hair, “I like the new hair. It’s kinda hot.” “Only kinda?” he asks, nipping at your neck, revenge for that pinch earlier. His hands slide down, patiently rounding your curves to reach your exposed thighs. “Stop” you giggle, a chill running up your spine, “I have to get ready.” Jungkook pulls his phone from his pocket to check the time. “We can always help you get ready” he grins, pushing his knee between your thighs to make enough space for Joon to run two fingers over your slit.

“It’s so wet down there” Joon hums, “Is that just from the shower or—.” Twisting free, you rush back up the stairs, stopping halfway up to glance back at them. “I still need to do my hair.” Jungkook shrugs, taking two steps toward you, “I’m pretty good with hair.” You swallow hard, wiping your sweaty palms on your towel. “And…and my makeup.” Joon tilts his head to see you better, “I can do that.”

Why are they like this? So annoyingly persistent. It’s not like you don’t want it. The thought had crossed your mind to have a quickie with Jungkook when you were standing in your bedroom zoning out with those fishnets in your hand. With Joon back you find yourself wanting it even more. Those feelings that overcame you are much clearer now. Passion. Love. Lust. Joy. All fighting for dominance and right now one in particular’s winning.

Look at them. They’re both so fucking handsome. And the closer they get the harder it is to ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you to give in. “Just a kiss” it whispers as Jungkook catches up to you, his lips dangerously close to yours. You close your eyes as your lips meet, his tongue snaking against yours. One kiss. Just one.

Joon dreamt of being with you like this again. Him lying across the bed, pillows beneath him to keep him at the perfect angle to lower you into his lap. Fingers digging into the plush of your hips, he guides his length, coated in lube from base to tip, to that gorgeous ass he got a few nibbles of when you first took your towel off. “Joon…ah” you gasp, biting down on your bottom lip as the warm tip penetrates your tight hole.

Anal was never Jungkook’s thing. Seeing those cute heart shaped butt plugs you liked to wear when he had you bent over was the extent of his interest. Joon on the other hand had always been insatiable and time hasn’t changed that. “Fuck, still so tight for me” he groans out in pleasure, the tightness of your ass choking his dick the deeper he goes.

When he finally bottoms out, you fall back onto his bare chest moaning weakly, drool already leaking from the corners of your mouth. Earlier your body wouldn't even move. Now you can’t stop it from trembling, the fullness overwhelming you enough to turn your brain to soup.  Joon locks an arm around your waist, the other coming around so he can palm your breast. 

“Missed you” he whispers, rocking beneath you at a pace slow enough for his and your sanity. Your hand skims his forearm, nails digging in when he does a slight bounce to mess with you. He’s definitely put on some weight while he was away. Whatever they were feeding him, whatever weights he was lifting, you approve because he’s stronger than you ever knew him to be and you’re loving it.

“You sure you can take both of us?” Jungkook taunts, shifting his weight on the bed to hover between your legs. He places a hand on your knee, dipping two fingers into your core. He's achingly hard, twitching, leaking precum on the blankets at the sight of how wet you are. Your pussy glistens so beautifully, your walls clenching around his fingers while Joon fucks your other hole. Jungkook awaits your answer but he’s only met with your needy moans and cries.

“You have to say something, baby” he says, his thumb strumming your clit, “Tell me what you want.” The hand on your knee comes around your neck, his hold on you firm yet gentle. Joon slows his movements, offering you a second—and only that—to get your thoughts together. “Come on, you can do it. Tell us what you want.” Jungkook’s fingers are still working inside of you, mercilessly milking your g-spot.

“I…I can take it” you whine, forcing the words from your throat, “Fill me up. Please. Want it so bad. So bad.” “That’s my girl” Jungkook smiles, popping his fingers out of you. You watch as he strokes himself, using your arousal as lubricant. Joon’s hips begin to move again, leaving you pulsing in two places at once. Your clit stiffens as Jungkook rubs his tip between the silken folds of your warmth, sinking into you without warning. 

They take turns thrusting into you, one then the other, making sure you feel every arch and defining vein along their shafts. This perfect dance of pleasure and overstimulation has you crying out, tears leaking from watery eyes. Incoherent moans flow out into the ether and it’s not just you, it's them too. You can’t get enough of it, rotating your hips as best you can to pull the dirtiest noises out of them. Joon pulls your head back to kiss you and the moment you break for air Jungkook’s kissing you too, suspending you in a constant state of breathlessness. 

You’ve forgotten all about the party, your worries reduced to nothing by the ecstasy of this unexpected reunion. There’s nowhere else you want to be but here between the men you love, tension winding in your belly. You whine something between Joon’s lips and they just know what it is. Letting go of your throat, Jungkook slips his hand between your waist and his, rubbing your clit to push you over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” you scream, ears ringing as juices stream from your core, making the sound of your bodies snapping together even sharper. 

You feel weightless, disembodied, floating above yourself, jerked back to reality only by the pressure of Joon coming inside of you. You hold his hand, pressing down onto him as you kiss him over your shoulder. At the same time you’re tugging at Jungkook’s hair, keeping him flush against you. “Harder” he begs, his thrusts growing sloppier the harder you pull. One final tug has him unraveling, another wave of warmth filling you just as the other fades away.

The energy in the room gradually comes down, heavy panting turning to light breaths as you cuddle beside each other, your sweat slicked bodies still tangled together. “Still need help with your hair?” Jungkook asks, lovingly petting your head. Joon peeks over to find you sleeping more peacefully than you have in years. He kisses you on the forehead, pulling the blanket over you. “I don’t think so.”

[tojisbbg]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧

❝if i told you, you know how to go and break my heart in two.❞  

♡ bachira meguru ♡

a/n: i love him so much, he’s such a cutie patootie :< reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! it’s my second blue lock writing piece :)

content: bachira meguru x reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight mention of bullying, just you both being cute weirdos, mostly very fluffy, little angsty, hurt/comfort, kissing, very self-indulgent (lmao), not edited. 

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it was time for recess and you hummed a little tune the teacher played earlier when everyone sat in a circle for music time. you were skipping towards the park, wishing to swing and slide to your heart’s content. 

you didn’t have any friends and your teacher along with your parents were worried about how this would affect your upbringing. you were only in second grade and a social life was crucial at this age. but, your interests and creativity was as vast as the sea. being the weird kid wasn’t always that bad, you just accepted the fact that you were more unique than others. 

nothing wrong with that. 

besides, you enjoyed spending your time alone. you had more time to explore by yourself, find your interests, and playing by yourself was always an adventure because your mind was as exhaustively curious as your actions. 

you were startled to hear a bunch of kids roaring in anger, your gaze turning to the side where the small field was. you saw a bunch of kids from your class stomping on something, or rather someone, while angrily spewing words. 

your eyebrows furrowed in fury, bravely marching up to them as you threw the apple in your hand straight at one of the kid’s face. the jerk winced, looking at you with a glare. 

“what’s your deal, freak?” he taunted, making you scoff. 

“is hurting others that fun? well then, i love fun! why don’t you let me join in, but instead i’ll stomp on you, ‘kay?” you darkly said, pointing at the kid as he harshly gulped. his forehead was already slightly throbbing from your previous attack of throwing the apple at him. 

“l-let’s go guys, these weirdos are creeping me out.” the boy stuttered, grabbing his lunchbox before scrambling with this friends. the small crowd of bullies cleared up, allowing you to get a look at the victim. 

you saw the little boy on the ground, wincing in pain as he slowly sat up. he had a slight bob cut, uneven bangs covering his forehead while the tips of his hair in the back were blonde. 

“you okay?” you softly asked, sitting on your knees as you placed a small hand on top of his. the boy weakly nodded his head, looking up at you with a pained smile as a little bit of blood trickled down from his nose. 

“oh, you’re bleeding. come with me, i’ll fix ya up!” you chirped, grabbing his hand as you pulled him up with you. he quickly bent down to grab his soccer ball before being dragged away by you. 

you led him to the park, climbing up the stairs to reach the small bridge. the both of you sat down and you opened your lunchbox, pulling out the hello kitty bandages you always carried around. 

“what’s your name?” you asked, watching him rub away the tears that were streaming down his face. 

“meguru.” he sniffled, making you thin your lips. 

“i’m y/n. here, use this.” you said, handing him a tissue as he quietly thanked you. 

“those guys were a bunch of meanies.” you spoke, cleaning up the blood from his nose with a tissue. 

“yeah, but they’re right. i’m a weirdo and that’s why no one wants to be friends with me.” bachira looked down at his hands, making you frown. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being a weirdo, i’d rather sail the ocean to the neverlands by myself than have those bullies on my boat to sink me.” you joked, making the boy in front of you laugh. you smiled upon seeing him finally cheer up, grabbing one of your hello kitty band-aids before putting it on bachira’s nose. 

“i always carry these around because i get hurt a lot from falling down.” you sheepishly grinned, pointing at the same hello kitty band-aid that was on your nose. 

“ah, we’re matching!” he exclaimed, making you nod. 

“yeah! hey, wanna go on an adventure with me?” you asked with a cheeky look, making his eyes widen. 

“me?” bachira asked, clearly confused on why you’d ask him to play with you. 

“mhm, i need a partner. so, will you?” you questioned him once again, and without hesitation, bachira nodded his head as he grabbed your hand once again. your heart fluttered, a small blush tinting your cheeks. 

“yes!!” he giggled, dragging you with him off of the play area even though he didn’t have a clue where to go. bachira liked holding your hand, the warmth from your small hands on his was comforting. 

“first, we need to make a kingdom.” you instructed, walking towards the sandbox as you both took off your shoes before entering the small pit. you and bachira grabbed the neatly stacked buckets and shovels before starting your construction. 

“who’s gonna live here?” he questioned, watching you attentively tap the back of the bucket before pulling it off, you tongue sticking out at the corner of your lips from focus. 

“me and you, silly. it’s our kingdom, just for us.” you casually responded and bachira didn’t know why but his tummy felt like there was a bunch of butterflies swarming inside. 

“o-oh, okay.” bachira stuttered, getting a little shy because he’s never caught anyone’s attention nor did anyone dedicate anything to him. 

“why? do you not like it? we could add more things or-”

“no! i would like to live here with you, y/n. it’ll be our neverland.” bachira gave you a warm smile, making you giggle as you nodded your head. 

“yup, we’re gonna have so many fun things. a whole river of chocolate, volcanoes made out of cake, a huge castle with big and bouncy beds and the clouds will be cotton candy!!” you excitedly informed him, making bachira gasp as he clapped his hands, looking at you like you just lit up his entire world. 

“and it’ll rain gum drops!” he added on, the both of you high-fiving before continuing to build your kingdom. 

recess would soon be over as the teacher called all the kids inside. you and bachira walked inside the classroom while holding hands, making all the other stupid children whisper and gossip. you saw bachira lower his head and you felt yourself get a little annoyed. 

“oh, y/n! you made a new friend?” your teacher rushed over, a relieved smile once she saw you both. 

“yup, me and meguru are best friends forever. so, if anyone has a problem with him has a problem with me.” you said very loud and clear, hearing the whispers die down as you’re sure the kid from earlier probably told people around him about the incident. 

the rest of the day was spent as usual and class would soon be over. you waited for your mom to come and pick you up, passing time with bachira who was also waiting for his mom to come. 

“follow me.” you whispered, linking your arms with his as you pulled him away from the teacher who was busy talking to another parent. 

“huh? won’t we get in trouble, though?” bachira tried to reason, but you shook your head. 

“nope, we just have to be quiet.” you placed a finger on your lips, trying to hush him. bachira agreed with your words, allowing you to take him wherever you pleased. you guys were now in the school’s garden, filled with a variety of pretty flowers. 

“you see those things flying around? my papa told me that they’re called fireflies when we were gardening.” you told him, crouching down as you observed the tiny insects flying. 

“so cool, but why are they called that? do they have fire powers?” bachira innocently asked, making you chuckle. it was still lightly outside, so the creatures looked like normal flies or other flying insects. 

“catch one of them and you’ll see the magic.” you suggested and bachira looked at you with a weird look at first, a little bewildered but he decided to trust you. after a few minutes of struggling, he caught one and quickly closed his palms. 

“got it!” he laughed with a pant, showing you his closed palms. 

“good, now open your hands and see.” you encouraged him and he did so, only for his face to be scrunched up in disgust. 

“eww.” bachira said as he scrutinized the squashed bug on the palm of his hands, yellow liquid on his flesh. 

“you squished it, meguru.” you laughed, fishing out a tissue from your pocket as you wiped his hands. bachira couldn’t be bothered about the dead bug in his hands, more caught up on how gently you wiped away the remains of the bug.  

it made his chest feel fuzzy. 

“here, i’ll help you.” you offered, grabbing his hands as you tried to slowly and gently catch one of the fireflies with him. bachira watched your every move with nothing but amazement. 

“got one.” you blurted out, feeling the firefly circle around the walls it’s been placed in which would be your and bachira’s hands. 

“now watch closely.” you sang out before slowly releasing the firefly, the neon green light no visible on the butt of the bug. bachira gasped, his eyes widening as he watched the creature light up. 

“wow!! that was so cool, y/n.” bachira’s face warmed, adrenaline being pumped inside his veins from how much serotonin you caused him to release from such simple actions. 

“meguru, home time!” 

“y/n, papa’s here! let’s go, honey!”

you both heard your parents call for you in the distance. 

“will we play together again tomorrow?” he nervously asked, looking at you with his bright honey colored eyes. his hands clutched onto his shirt near his heart, gulping harshly as he tried to prepare himself in case you’d decline his offer. bachira didn’t know why, but today still felt like a dream to him, he’s never had this much fun in school before.

bachira would always play by himself in the corner, either in the building blocks section or dribbling with his soccer ball. he would eat alone and even when he’d go home, he’d spent most of his time with his mom. 

of course, bachira didn’t mind spending time with his mom as she was the only person bachira held so dearly in his little heart. however, even though birthdays were spent with him and his mom, it still felt quite lonely. 

but now bachira grew fond of you. your existence in his life now has turned his world around. 

“of course we will! we’ll play together forever and ever because we’re best friends forever now.” you hugged him, making him stiffen from the sudden action of affection. but soon, bachira would give in and hug you back before letting out a small giggle. 

“thanks, y/n. i love playing with you.”

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“incominggg!!” you screamed, lunging towards the figure of the boy who was breathing heavily on the soccer field. you latched onto bachira’s back, giggling as his turned his head to the side to look at you through his peripheral vision. 

“y/n?!” bachira exclaimed in shock, quickly letting go of the soccer ball in his hands to tightly grasp the back of your thighs so that you don’t fall. 

“who else would it be, meguru?” you asked, your tone a little sarcastic which made him laugh. 

“you’re right, just didn’t expect you to be here. are you stalking me?” he teased you, making you hum in response. 

“maybe, why? i can’t even come to my best friend’s games to support him?” you faked a dramatic cry, making bachira roll his eyes as he walked over to the bench with you still on his back to grab his duffle bag. 

“alright, you little drama queen. so, how was i?” bachira gave you a smirk, making you shoot out your hand to give him a thumbs up. 

“awesome as always, duhh! we’re talking about the bachira meguru, aka my best friend, who is the world’s best dribbler in soccer!” you continued to shower him in compliments, making the tips of his ears go red from slight embarrassment. 

“hm, good. you should always look at me during these games, you know.” bachira arrogantly said, making you pinch his cheeks. 

“don’t get too cocky now, or else you’ll get ahead of yourself.” you warned him as you watched him wince from your tight squeeze. 

“okay, okay, i got it.” bachira quickly blurted out, walking home with you as you yawned. 

“mm, meguru you’re all sweaty, sticky and nasty. hurry up and take us home.” you whined, making him scoff. 

“you threw yourself on my back willingly, not my fault.” he quickly defended, making you let out a heavy sigh. despite your complaints, you snuggled closer to him and felt his hold on you tighten. 

“i know, it’s because i missed you so much and i was so excited that your team won. also, i like being close to you like this, you feel warm.” you mumbled to yourself, feeling yourself get a little sleepy as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. the blonde tips of his hair tickled your face, but you didn’t care that much. 

“yeah?” he asked, feeling his heart jump when he felt the slight graze of your nose and lips against the skin of his neck. you and bachira have been friends for about eleven years now, the both of you stuck to each other by the hip like glue. 

everything on your mind, going on in your life and just anything in general had to be shared with bachira. he was your other half, the only person in the entire world that you cherished more than life itself after your parents. the same went for bachira, you were like a warm spring breeze after a rough winter, refreshing and comforting. 

he couldn’t have wished for a better friend than you. 

bachira would soon hear soft snores in his ear, the feeling of your warm breath fanning over his neck as you peacefully slumbered on his back. his lips curled upwards unknowingly, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“i’m home.” bachira announced as he entered the doors of his home, kicking his shoes off while still making sure to hold you tightly while he does so. his mom comes out of the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body as she gave her son a welcoming smile. 

“welcome home, meguru. oh, y/n is here too? my, my! you should’ve told me earlier, i would’ve made her favorite for dinner.” bachira’s mother said in disappointment, her eyes traveling to your sleeping form on her son’s back. she came towards you before lightly booping your nose, watching you scrunch your nose from the sudden impact before she softly chuckled at your reaction. 

bachira’s mom absolutely adored you, crying on every single birthday of bachira’s when you’d show up at their doorsteps in your cute little dress and a box neatly wrapped with a bow. the way you loved and adored her son made her heart swell with happiness, knowing that in this world perhaps some kind of good does exist. 

that good being you.

to bachira’s mom, you were an angel sent from heaven and she loves you to pieces just like how she loves her son. 

“y/n is fine with anything you cook, mama. i’m gonna set her on my bed then go shower.” bachira assured his worried mother, making her nod as she patted his unoccupied shoulder. 

“okay- oh! i almost forgot, some mail came in for you today, meguru.” his mother scurried over to the small table by the tv, grabbing the envelope before handing it to her son. bachira hummed in response, thanking her before heading upstairs to his room. 

bachira entered his room, gently laying you down on his bed. he saw you fuss for a minute, groaning at the loss of contact with his body. bachira watched you in pure amusement, hands at his hips as he observed you. deciding to not be mean, he placed a pillow between your arms which you instinctively hugged tightly before dozing back into a deep sleep. 

bachira placed the envelope on his study table, deciding to open it after he showered. by the time he stepped out of his bathroom, he saw you sitting up on the bed, drenched in sweat as you fanned yourself. the sight of bachira coming out of the shower half naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist wasn’t a new sight for you nor did you mind it. 

you both were very comfortable around each other and bachira didn’t mind it either. though, your eyes would always stay a few seconds longer on his very well sculpted body. he was slightly shorter than his other teammates, even though he was nearly 5′8 in height and easily hovered above you. regardless, his body was in great condition as he worked out very frequently. 

“oh, sleeping beauty has awakened?” he teased, watching your red and hot flushed face have beads of sweat cover it. you gave him a quick glare before throwing a pillow at him. 

“shut up, i’m boiling here. it feels like i’m in satan’s butthole.” you said, making him snort from your obnoxious commentary. 

“my bad, i forgot to turn on the air conditioner before i left. just go and take a shower, it’ll help you cool off. i’ll have the room be cold by the time you come back.” bachira suggested and you decided to go along with his idea, probably stinking of sweat anyways. 

you opened his closet, rummaging through his clothes to find a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to wear. bachira heard you close the door of his bathroom and the ‘click’ sound of the lock, indicating that you’ve already gone to shower. he took this as an opportunity to slip on his clothes before going over to his desk to grab the ac remote. he pressed the power button, the roaring of the cool air immediately starting to cool off his room. 

as bachira was setting down the remote, his eyes fell on the envelope his mom handed him earlier. he grabbed the mail, sitting down on the bed before ripping it open. he took out the letter and began to read it. 

“blue lock?” bachira murmured to himself, eyes continuing to scan the paper. he realized that finally his talent and love for soccer was getting the recognition that it deserved. bachira was aware of how skillful he was, never denying the fact that he was some kind of soccer prodigy. even as a child, his love and passion for soccer set him to be different than the other kids. 

bachira meguru’s talent in soccer is what made him be seen as the freak in school. 

“ahh, that feel so much better.” your voice woke him up from his trance, shoving the paper inside the envelope before shoving it under his pillow. he didn’t know why he did that as he never hid anything from you. but, bachira felt like he needed some more time to think on it before letting you know. 

“see, i told you.” bachira gave you a smile, watching you almost drown in his clothes because of how baggy they were around you. but, you liked wearing bachira’s clothes because it was so comfortable and roomy. 

you plopped on his bed right next to him, enjoying the cold air from the ac hitting your freshly showered face. you drew random shapes on bachira’s hand before playing with his fingers. your eyes would always fall on the band tightly secured on his ring finger, your initials on it as you had a matching one with him on your finger with his intials on it. on the side, a small drawing of a firefly was engraved on it. 

it was a promise ring that you both gave each other to never leave each other’s side ever. to some it may seem like some silly promise a bunch of stupid teenagers made at the age of sixteen, but this promise was something you and bachira held to both of your hearts very strictly. 

“y/n.” bachira suddenly called out your name. 

“hm?” you hummed in response. 

“what would you do if i had to go away for like a few months?” he asked out of the blue, looking into your eyes for an honest answer. 

“i would kill myself.” you blurted out without any hesitation. bachira’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open. 

“what?!” he exclaimed, making you burst into a fit of laughter from his priceless reaction. 

“y/n, that was not funny!” he whined, shoving you to the side as you calmed down from your laughing high. 

“sorry, sorry, but i was partially kidding. anyways, this is actually what i would do.” you said, making him tilt his head in confusion as he watched you attentively to see what your next move would be. 

you sat up, climbing onto him before tightly wrapping your arms around him. your legs straddled his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. bachira’s head spun around, the scent of his shampoo was hitting his senses as your wet hair tickled his nose. 

“i’d super glue myself on you so that wherever you go, you’d be forced to take me with you. or, i’ll chain you inside my basement as hostage so that you can’t leave.” you joked, making him chuckle as you felt the vibration from his chest waving on yours. 

“so dramatic.” he squished your cheeks together, making a pout form on your lips. 

“we’re talking about basically my life support here. i can’t let you leave my side, then what will i do? who will i come to when even the slightest minor inconvinience occurs in my life? nope, you’re not going anywhere, meguru.” you quickly shook your head, tightening your embrace around him as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that you never got tired of. 

you always said these kind of things to him, so bachira was used to it. but, after getting that note from that blue lock place, your words were hitting a different spot in his heart. bachira couldn’t deny the fact that you did things to him, you made his heart feel funny and his stomach churn with nervousness. 

he convinced himself that perhaps it was a silly little crush that he grew up with because you were his first friend and pretty much the only person he ever paid attention to. bachira thought that he’d get over it as time passed by, but it only seemed that his feelings for you grew stronger and stronger. 

yet, he would silence those pesky feelings because he didn’t want to ruin this beautiful friendship of his with you. bachira loved being friends with you and even though he’d feel like he’s over the moon if you were his lover, he’d rather not risk it. the boy would feel destroyed and never forgive himself if he were to ever lose you from his life. 

“meguru, y/n! dinner’s ready, come downstairs.” you both heard his mom call for you guys, making you roll off of him as you both headed downstairs. 

the fresh smell of chicken stew along with stir-fried noodles hit you nose, making your mouth water. you looked at the dinner table and saw it filled with many of your and bachira’s favorite food. 

“ms. yu! ahh, you ate and left no crumbs again.” you complimented, shamelessly sitting down next to bachira as you quickly grabbed your chopsticks, inhaling the noodles. his mother watched you with heart eyes, loving how you appreicated her as much as you did to her son. 

“i wanted to make more of your favorite dishes but it was getting late, meguru didn’t tell me you were coming over.” she said, slight guilt washing over her tone as she always tried her best to please you just like how she pleased her son. 

“are you kidding? this is heavenly, i’d cross the seven seas just for a bite.” you hummed in bliss as you continued to eat. you made the woman very happy with your words, watching her eyes glimmer. 

“make sure to eat a lot then.” she came over to ruffle your hair and you eagerly nodded your head. 

you knew bachira’s situation was a little complicated. from the very beginning it has always been just bachira and his mom. she worked part time at a local supermarket while making some extra cash on the side as an artist. bachira told you that his dad abandoned the family when his mother found out that she was pregnant, leaving her to raise a child all by herself. 

the story still brings you to tears every time you remember it. both bachira and his mother suffered a lot, especially the poor woman. raising a child alone was difficult, and you knew that making ends meet was very hard on ms. yu. yet, you couldn’t help but be so proud of her for raising her son so well. 

she was an amazing mom and you always made sure to make her a mother’s day card every year to remind her that she deserved more recognition than she gets. 

“did you open the mail, meguru?” his mom suddenly asked, catching your ears as you looked at bachira with curious eyes. you saw how the spoon stopped on his lips, as he harshly swallowed. 

“yeah.” bachira answered, a small smile on his lips. 

“you got a letter, meguru? from who? a secret girlfriend or maybe the lottery?” you threw crazy assumptions on the table, making his mom chuckle from your silly behavior. 

“no, you idiot. it’s from this soccer bootcamp place called blue lock. they gave me an invitation to join them and they said that they can help me get into nationals.” bachira finally released the bomb, a nervous laugh following after his last few words. his mom gasped in shock, her chopsticks dropping from her hold as she rushed over to her son’s side, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“oh my god!! that’s so amazing, meguru! is it finally getting fun, now?” she rocked him back and forth, petting his head as bachira smiled brightly. 

“yeah.” he answered, his eyes trailing to your figure as you stopped eating. your chopsticks poking and playing around with your food. you noticed bachira’s stare on you and you quickly fixed your face, giving him your best smile you could make at the moment. 

“come here, y/n!” bachira’s mother opened her arms wider, ushering you to come and join the hug. you got up from your chair, accepting the invitation as you rubbed her back while she cried tears of joy. 

“congrats, meguru.” you mumbled into his hair, trying very hard to contain your own tears. but the thing is, you didn’t know if these tears were from happiness or sadness. 

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” you quickly excused yourself, running upstairs as you entered his room. you knew that bachira would most likely follow in afterwards, so you locked yourself in his bathroom. all the tears that you’ve been holding in came down like a waterfall, as you sobbed in your palms. 

you knew it was selfish of you to think this way, you know that you should be happy for him. and you were happy! deep in your heart, you were so proud of bachira for coming such a long way. you knew that he struggled with his self-confidence since childhood, underestimating his abilities because those jackass kids continued to kick him around. 

but, you were his wall. you protected him and supported him every single step of the way. you knew that if bachira went to blue lock, then he could definitely make it to nationals and one day play for the world cup to bring victory home. 

you had faith in him as you always rooted for him. 

if he could win then it would help his mom with their finances so much. you knew that a huge boulder would be relieved from her shoulders. 

yet, you couldn’t help but let a piece of you feel shattered. you’ve never been away from bachira for long as even long distance vacations would involve both your parents and bachira’s mom to go together. you chest squeezed in pain, never expecting that the day you’d have to let him go would come this soon. 

“y/n, you okay in there?” you heard a knock on the bathroom door as bachira called out for you. you quickly cleared your throat before speaking.

“yeah, give me a minute.” you tried your best to sound as normal and coherent as possible. you flushed the toilet to pretend that you were using it before turning on the faucet to wash your hands and face. after drying yourself, you opened the bathroom door and was met with your best friend’s clearly concerned face. 

“calm down, i just had an upset stomach ‘cause i ate too fast.” you quickly tried to dismiss him with your lie, only to earn a scoff from him. 

“liar.” he shot you down, making you wince as you knew that there was no point in even trying to lie to him. this man has known you pretty much his entire life, so he knew you like the back of his hand. 

“i’m not.” you still tried to argue with your reasoning, though you knew it was futile. you laid down on his bed, grabbing your phone as you tried to busy yourself with scrolling through social media. bachira followed behind you, sitting next to your laying form. 

he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his gaze was intense and it was getting extremely hard to keep your character. 

“yeah, no.” bachira blurted out, swiftly grabbing the phone out of your hands before setting it on the floor beneath him. you looked at him with small glare. 

“hey, i was watching how to make tirimisu! give it back.” you grumbled, draping yourself over his lap as you tried to reach the ground to grab your phone. however, bachira had enough of your games. 

he pushed you down on the bed before caging you between his arms as you were now pinned down under him. your eyes widened as you could feel heat rising to your cheeks. bachira looked at you with a frown when you tried to avert your gaze away from him. 

“hey, don’t look away from me.” he pouted, bringing a hand to grab your chin to force you to face him again. you let out a sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. it was no point in hiding your emotions anymore knowing how persistent he was. 

“i know that whole blue lock thing is bothering you, y/n.” bachira said as if he was reading your mind on the side. 

“no-”

“y/n, i know it is. i’m not stupid, i know when you’re bothered and what’s bothering you.” he snapped at you, making you let out a heavy sigh. 

“fine, yeah it is.” you shamefully admitted, not wanting to even look at him in the eyes. it was such a great opportunity and instead of cheering him on, you were trying to hold him back. 

“okay.” bachira simply said, getting off of you as you cocked an eyebrow in confusion. you watched him grab the letter before crumbling it into a little ball, walking over the the trash can by his door. your eyes widened as you quickly jumped out of the bed, stopping in front of him to block him from throwing the paper out.

“are you crazy, meguru?!” you questioned his sanity, watching him shrug your shock off. 

“if it bothers you then i won’t go. i love soccer but i love you more, as long as i can play with people and have you by my side then i’m fine.” bachira answered you and that familiar feeling of your chest tightening came back. an overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crash yourself onto him and keep bachira all to yourself powered over you. 

“oh, meguru..” you breathed out, tears welling in your eyes before streaming down your cheeks. you pulled him into a bone crushing hug, making bachira stumble behind as his knees hit the side of the bed. you purposely pushed him so that you both could fall on the bed. 

“i would never stop you from doing what you love, meguru. go to blue lock and become the best striker, ‘kay?” you said as you hugged him tighter, wetting his shirt with your tears as bachira protectively hugged your waist. 

“y/n.” his voice croaked, making you lift your head up as you looked down at his face. you gave him a sad smile before wiping away the warm tears that slid down his cheeks. 

“don’t cry, meguru. ah, you’re making this so much harder. imagine yourself playing in a big stadium, thousands of people screaming ‘bachira! bachira! bachira!’ and boom! you make your goal and the crowd goes wild.” you stroked his cheeks as you softly spoke, his honey colored eyes softened as he leaned into your touch. 

“will you be there?” bachira asked dryly and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“i’ll be in the front row seat holding a big poster of your face while screaming your name. just don’t forget me when you become famous, ‘kay? i was your number one fan since the beginning.” you huffed out, making him laugh as he rubbed your back. 

“i won’t forget my weirdo.” bachira said with a cheeky grin, making you look down at him with loving eyes. 

“find friends over there that’ll play soccer with you, meguru. don’t ever lose your love for soccer, okay? you’ll always be the best to me.” you said as your eyes shone with admiration, leaning down to place a soft peck on his cheek. 

bachira’s heart was on fire from your words and your little actions. he felt like he was going to explode because of these burdensome feelings. 

“i’m in love with you, y/n. i have always loved you, ever since we were kids. i know that it’s very sudden but i can’t stop my feelings for you anymore.” bachira confessed, biting down on his lower lip as he waited for the bitter taste of rejection to hit him. 

instead, he was met with the sweet taste of your lips. the taste of your strawberry flavored chapstick met his tastebuds as he felt your plump lips move along his. you tangled your fingers between the locks of his two-toned hair, tugging on it as you continued to deepen the kiss by angling your face. you nipped on his lower lip playfully. bachira felt your lips come to a stop, making him let out a shaky breath. 

you smiled against his lips before softly landing a few pecks on his lips. you looked at him, seeing that his cheeks were now rosy red and his lips a little swollen from the kiss. 

“i love you too, meguru. when you come back, i’ll be waiting for you with open arms. in the future, we’ll get married and you’ll make me a soccer wife.” you said with dreamy eyes and the mere thought of it pulled on bachira’s heart strings. he grabbed your hand, the one where your ring finger was wrapped with the promise band. he kissed it before kissing your knuckles. 

you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. 

“of course, we’re the perfect pair after all.” bachira said with a cheeky smile before placing a hand on the back of your head, pulling your face towards his to place his lips back on yours. 

you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more than before. 

[alltheyoungmoons]

Record Shopping

@wolfstarmicrofic | 997 words | Rated T | ATYD Timeline Compliant | CW mention of war (nothing major)

Unintentionally wrote this on a whim yesterday and realised it fit the last two July prompts "Missing Scene" and "Fluff". Wrote this to slot into the 1979/1980s chapters of ATYD and I reference a couple of things from this other incredible short fic by @snailwriter. Song referenced is this.

March 1980 started and ended with a full moon. Remus tried to see the irony of being welcomed into his twenties by a Blue Moon. If that wasn’t an omen of things to come… but then again, he had opted out of taking Divination. 

It had been a gruelling start to the year, but with the news of “Baby Prongs” on the way and the fact that Remus had been relegated to minor duties, he and Sirius had spent more time together without fighting than ever since the beginning of the war.

Remus’ birthday fell on a Monday, so Sirius insisted on going out to celebrate that Sunday, just the two of them. They ended up record shopping in Kensington, pressed shoulder to shoulder while sifting through crates of records in companionable silence. Sirius was often quiet these days.

 He was busy inspecting a copy of Pink Floyd’s The Wall when Sirius called out for him from the new releases section, waving a dark-covered record as to beckon him and grinning like a madman. He snaked his way across the displays, his eyes never leaving him, relishing in how alive he looked, a glint of the incandescent kid he’d once been illuminating his silvery irises.

“What do we have here” Remus mused when Sirius held the vinyl in front of his chest to show off the cover. It was a picture of the band - three men glancing directly at the camera with various expressions and a woman with a mane of ginger curls on her profile. Remus thought that they all sorta looked like they belonged in Slytherin, but didn’t mention it, as not to upset Sirius and as to pretend, even if just for a couple of hours, that they weren’t themselves, that they didn’t know anything about wars and dead relatives and they were just two normal, dumb twenty-somethings in love. Of course this all but lasted five seconds before Sirius, still grinning with his gaze fixed on Remus, flipped the record on the back and pointed to the fourth track with his slender index finger.

Remus had to read the short sentence three times.

“Are you fucking for real?”

“Moony, it’s perfect!”

Remus was stunned. He knew Muggles had some knowledge of magical creatures, from their shared heritage that they shrug off as “folk tales”, but he hadn’t lived between Muggles for so long that it was shocking to see such evidence in the wild, so to speak.

“You better like it because this is your birthday gift.”

“I already chose my three records, actually”

“Well lucky you I’m feeling generous, so I’m getting you a fourth. Even if they do kinda look like pretentious prats, don’t you think?”

“You’re one to talk” Remus scoffed

“Moony, don’t start calling me names now, or we won't be able to make it back to bed in time.”

Remus went to pick up the copy of The Wall he’d left behind, plus the latest single by Blondie and London Calling, which had come out a few months before. Sirius slipped him some cash and he paid, as the other boy was -still- not very acquainted with muggle currency.

They got home and had takeout from Huang’s, who was kind enough to gift them a couple of beers when he found out it was about to be Remus’ birthday. They sat in the living room, evening into night, listening to music, and as midnight quickly approached, Sirius put on the record he insisted on buying, with that stupid song. It wasn't bad, though a bit to rockabilly for Remus' taste. As the grandfather clock in Flat 7 chimed twelve times, the stereo started thumping a steady rhythm accompanied by strumming chords that sliced through the silence, immediately captivating. After a few riffs, a low voice started drawling out

I was a teenage werewolf Braces on my fangs I was a teenage werewolf And no one even said thanks And no one made me stop!

The two boys froze, exchanging a glance. It was Remus who broke first, melting into a fit of hysterics.

“It’s so stupid!”

“I know! It’s brilliant!” Sirius was wiping his eyes. How long had it been since they were happy tears?

I had a teen-land mind I had to blow my top And under teen full moon No one could make me stop! No one could make me stop!

Sirius slipped from the sofa to snuggle up to Remus, who had lain on the floor catching his breath. He kissed the tip of his nose, gently.

“Happy Birthday, Moons.”

A teenage werewolf Parallel bars A teenage girlfriend Got a lot of scars Somebody please make me stop Ohhh please…

“Would you have fancied me if I had braces on my fangs?” Remus mused jokingly.

Sirius answered with a gravity like his honour depended on it “What kind of- yes? I would’ve probably been gone even more. I like the nerd thing, if you haven’t noticed.”

You know, I have puberty rights And I have puberty wrongs No one understood me All my teeth were so long And no one made me stop!

“You can officially say you were a teenage werewolf, now”

“Yeah, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”

Sirius slapped his arm.

“Oi!”

“What I mean is - we’re not teenagers anymore.”

“Haven’t you had a few months to adjust to the idea already?”

“Calling me old?”

“Never in a derogatory way, my love - I haven’t felt younger than sixty since I was thirteen.”

Sirius went quiet, clouding over. How much of their teenagehood had been lost to the war already? His brother would never live to see his twenties. Their futures, this new decade, were unfolding in front of them, ripe with potential and terrifying like the concrete mystery of a black hole. For now, though, Remus was content with lying on the carpet, his lover in his arms, listening to some weird Muggle band making light of his life’s curse.

[steddieas-shegoes]

I come bearing a request! I need some wish fulfilment in my life, so Robin & Steve still meeting and becoming platonic soulmates even without all the Upside Down? Feel free to combine this with others or go wild with it in any direction you want. I love your writing, and I’m really looking forward to seeing all of these when they come out, I’m sure people have had so many good ideas!

THANK YOU!!!! I loved this idea. I love their friendship so much, it reminds me sooooo much of me and my person. Even though you said I could mix it in with another one, this felt like something I wanted to make the main focus. They're platonic soulmates, so they find each other no matter the circumstances or universe. I hope you like what I came up with! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve was so lost. He followed the map, or tried to at least, but still ended up by the music building instead of the library.

He was certain there was a joke there about jocks not being able to find the library, but his head hurt, and he was hungry, and he was exhausted.

His first few days of classes had been overwhelming to say the least. He’d only registered for three classes, already knowing his work schedule would keep him too busy to handle more.

It would mean graduating later, but it would also mean more freedom from his parents.

That was more important.

But he carved out an entire afternoon to go to the library this week and so far, he’d wasted an hour walking to the wrong library, back to his car to get the campus map, and then, apparently, the wrong direction.

He was about two seconds away from crying.

He inhaled. He exhaled.

He leaned back against the wall of the music building and slid down until he was sitting on the ground.

It was his day off so nothing was stopping him from just sitting here until he found the energy to walk back to his car.

Except for the person currently tripping over his legs.

“Shit! Who sits on the ground outside? Who does that?”

The girl looked at him, eyes squinting as she took in his visibly pitiful appearance.

“Dingus! Why are you on the ground?”

She sounded annoyed, but also a little amused?

“Sorry. I’m just lost and tired.”

She searched his face, probably trying to figure out how someone like him could be this lost.

“Where are you trying to be?”

“Library.”

“That’s on the other side of campus.”

“I know that now, thanks.”

He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with people, especially not someone who already seemed to not like him because he was in the way.

But she wouldn’t go away, despite the fact that she was clearly in a rush before.

“Weren’t going inside?” He couldn’t help asking, hoping she’d forget about him and leave him to mope for a bit longer.

“I was. But you’re kind of depressing and I think it can wait.”

That’s awesome to hear. He kind of felt like the tears he’d been holding back on for ten minutes now were going to fall and he’d make a bigger fool out of himself and this girl would probably call campus security thinking he’s nuts.

“Dude. You’re kind of losing it. It’s only the first week.”

Yeah, well.

“I’ll be fine. Just go to class. You’re obviously running late.”

“First of all, it’s practice, not class. I’m in the marching band. Scholarship duties or whatever. Second of all, I’m not leaving you here. You look like you’re gonna throw up and die.”

Steve rolled his eyes. This girl was incredibly dramatic.

It was definitely entertaining at least.

“I’m not gonna die.”

“But you might throw up?” The girl looked disgusted. “Do it behind the building at least.”

He was a little nauseous, but that was probably just the anxiety and exhaustion mixed with not eating in a while.

Did he even have breakfast today?

Shit. He didn’t have breakfast.

“Okay. Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go inside and tell them there’s an emergency and I can’t stay. The director is cool, he won’t even ask questions.” The girl was waving her hands around like that would help explain her plan. It didn’t. “Then, I walk you to the library. You buy me a snack at the cafe next to it so I can make the walk back here. We never see each other again, I pretend you’re not as pitiful as you look, and you learn where the library is.”

In theory, that sounded fine. But in practice, he wasn’t gonna waste her time.

The library closed in two hours and he wouldn’t have nearly enough time to do what he needed to by the time he got there, so why waste the energy walking all that way? Especially if it caused someone else to waste their time?

“It’s alright. Go to practice. I’m just gonna walk back to my car and head to the dorm.”

“You live on campus? Which dorm?”

“Grayson Hall. Why?”

There was only one co-ed dorm on campus, so the odds of her living in the same building as him were slim to none.

“Me too! Dude, do you think you could wait for me to be done with practice and drive us both back? It’s dark when I leave and my usual ride is sick.”

Steve should’ve said no. He didn’t even know this girl’s name. She seemed kind of crazy. Like, who asked a stranger for a ride and told them where they lived?

“You don’t have much stranger danger knowledge do you?”

“I think I can take you if I have to. You’re pale and you have bags under your eyes the size of the moon. I took a self defense class before I came here. My parents insisted.”

“Uh.” Well, he couldn’t really think of a reason not to at this point. “Okay.”

“Great! I’m Robin. You are…?”

“Steve.”

“Cool. See you in two hours dingus!”

He didn’t get a chance to respond before she was in the building.

Alright then.

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Robin was kind of insane. But in the best way.

Steve hadn’t really had friends since the first two years of high school.

He’d gotten the shit kicked out of him twice in a row and “fell from grace” by junior year.

He couldn’t even find a place with the nerds. He wasn’t enough of anything. Not enough of a jock. Not enough of a smart kid. Not enough of a nerd. Not enough of a bad boy.

Not enough.

But the more time he spent with Robin, the more he felt like he could be.

She teased him relentlessly, sure, but she let him tease her back.

She was patient with him when he didn’t understand something, taking time to explain an assignment that confused him.

She was a sophomore, didn’t have to take a gap year like he did. She got a scholarship right out of high school.

He cut himself off from his parents right out of high school. The moment he did, he was completely on his own.

He had very little savings, just enough to rent a room in a house with a few people he didn’t know outside of town. He worked two jobs for a while, making sure he was putting away anything extra, living “slim” as one of his roommates used to say.

He didn’t have time to make friends.

And when he got accepted into college, he knew it would be the same.

He was paying for school himself, and he wasn’t smart enough to get an academic scholarship, or good enough at any of the sports he played in high school to get a sports scholarship. That meant he had to work at least one full time job while he took classes.

But that didn’t deter Robin.

She showed up at his door every morning with a smile and some crazy story about what happened at band practice the day before.

Band kids were kind of crazy. Robin was a little crazy.

He loved her.

She brought so much to his life, so much he didn’t realize he’d been missing.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear he was in love.

But he did know better.

Before she even came out to him, he knew she was different. Not a bad different, just the kind that he wasn’t wanting to be involved with romantically. Something was telling him she wasn’t interested in him either.

So one month into the semester, while they were studying together on Steve’s lunch break at work, she told him.

“I’m gonna say something that will either make you hate me or make us closer than ever.”

“Okay?”

“Just promise me no matter how you take it, you won’t tell anyone else. It would be dangerous for me.”

Dangerous? Was she in the mafia or something?

“I won’t tell anyone.”

He wouldn’t. But he was a little scared he’d end up in a ditch somewhere.

“I’m. Okay so. You know how you’re into women?”

This is not what Steve expected.

“…yeah?”

“Okay. I’m. Also into women?”

Steve sat silently. Waiting for her to say more.

Robin just stared at him, nervously biting her nails.

“And?” Steve asked when she didn’t continue on her own.

“And…that’s it? I’m a lesbian.”

“Oh.”

Oh, that’s it? Nothing mafia related? Cool.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean I expected something bad.”

“You don’t think that’s bad?”

“No? Should I?”

Robin looked like she was going to cry and that couldn’t happen because they were in public and Steve still didn’t know what to do to comfort people when they cried.

“Don’t cry. Please. I think you’re amazing, Robin. It doesn’t matter if you like women. I like women so, like, I get it.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do! I mean, boobs. Am I right?”

Robin let out a bark of a laugh.

“Yeah, boobs. Hard to resist.”

They smiled at each other, then looked back at their books.

He got lucky with Robin.

He got lucky that she’d found him when he was lost and kept him going the right way since.

[moccahobi]

Tangled Mess: The Park

Summary: You texted Hoseok asking to meet up at the park you met at. Hoseok is nervous.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 787 words

A/N: One more wrap up! I hope you all enjoyed this series as much asI have~

Tag List: @@daisies-and-dandelionpuffs

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Hoseok looked around the park, taking in the familiar green spaces, the people resting in the sunlight, and the dogs running around. Once again, he’s at the closest park to his apartment. Normally he only spends time here when his work was extremely stressful. Long days stuck in the library made Hoseok yearn for a bit of fresh air and green. Somehow being here for a reason other than that filled him with a sense of wrongness and anxiety. For too long this place has been associated with releasing stress and exhaustion, but less stress during the semester was different than less stress during a break. 

You were late. Hoseok didn’t know why you’d texted him asking to meet here already but now you were late and that was making him more confused. You weren’t often late to things. In fact, unless something was actively delaying you, you often were waiting for Hoseok by the time he arrived. 

“Excuse me!” A child ran up to him, their eyes shy and apprehensive, and they barely looked at Hoseok. They looked anxious  and that made him feel worse, “Do you think you could take a photo of me and my dog? My mom is off somewhere and I need this photo now.”

They held out a battered phone.

Hoseok nodded slowly, taking the phone and watching the child run off to a dog by the water fountain. After taking these photos, he would ask the kid if they needed help finding their mom. The kid seemed too anxious to be here without their mom. 

After taking a few photos though, the kid ran up and grabbed the phone and ran away. Hoseok turned around calling out to the kid to make sure they were ok but quickly the words were silenced.

You were standing with a big bouquet of flowers and giving the kid a wad of money. 

“What’s happening here?” Hoseok asked as he got closer, confusion growing as the kid giggled and ran away. 

“My cousin wanted to help.” You said with a shrug, a small smile stuck on your face as you took Hoseok in. 

“Help with what?” 

You took in a deep breath, “Well… I… Gosh this is hard and I practiced it.” 

Hoseok came closer, rubbing your shoulder to try to comfort you, “You got this. There’s no rush.” 

Except Hoseok was wishing you’d spit it out. This was very nerve wracking. His fool heart was screaming at the flowers but his mind thought had no idea what this would possibly be (because it couldn’t be a confession). Why had you paid a kid to get Hoseok to take photos? Why did you have flowers? Why were you so nervous? 

“All the time I’ve known you, you’ve been so thoughtful and kind. I really… like that about you. You’re considerate of everyone and work hard to make space for them. You shine so much. And your so passionate about everything, it’s breathtaking. All this to say, I like you romantically. I know you have a crush on someone and I don’t mean to confess so that you don’t confess to them, but it was on my mind so much and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had to tell you because otherwise I’d be full of so much regret. And these flowers are for you, you don’t have to accept them but I just felt like someone as amazing as you deserved something with a confession but Jungkook told me not to do a marching band or a banner or something too over the top.”

“You… like… me?” Hoseok asked slowly, his mind barely computing. 

You nodded, holding out the bouquet for him. 

Slowly he took it and smelled it. He’d never been given a bouquet from a romantic partner or potential romantic partner before. 

“You don’t have to respond or accept! I honestly don’t expect you to. I just had to share. I hope that you’re able to date your crush and that it’s a long lasting relationship. We might need to talk about boundaries and stuff but I don’t mind that. I want what’s best for you.” 

Hoseok looked down at their pinkies. Their hands were so close together that the string was smaller than a pen. Moving his hand closer, the string to smaller. Grabbing your hand, he watched as the string almost disappeared. 

“When Jieun said I had a crush, they were referring to you.” 

A large smile grew on your face, “Me?” 

He nodded, readjusting the bouquet and pulling you into a hug. It was awkward because he also refused to let go of your hand but it was magical to Hoseok. 

“You.”

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

EVANESCENCE's 'Fallen' Album Certified Diamond In U.S.

On November 30, EVANESCENCE's "Fallen" album was certified diamond by the Recording Industry Association Of America (RIAA) for sales and streams of ten million units in the United States.

Led by the smash single "Bring Me To Life", which also appeared on the soundtrack to the movie "Daredevil", "Fallen" yielded three more singles with "Going Under", "My Immortal" and "Everybody's Fool". EVANESCENCE also won Grammys in 2004 for "Best New Artist" and "Best Hard Rock Performance".

Asked in a recent interview with Rock Sound if there are any plans for EVANESCENCE to commemorate "Fallen"'s 20th anniversary in 2023, singer Amy Lee said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I do have an idea. It's gonna take a little bit of work. But I think it probably won't be what everybody expects. I think everybody just is, 'Oh, why don't you do a show that's, like, [playing] the album front to back?' We've been playing so many shows, I would rather do something that, to me… I don't know. I don't wanna give it away, in case it doesn't work out. Maybe I'll do nothing. Expect nothing, and then if I do something, you'll be really, really grateful. [Laughs]"

Amy also talked about the fact that "Bring Me To Life" experienced a resurgence this past summer, 19 years after its original release. The song, which initially reached No. 5 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 and was EVANESCENCE's first U.K. No. 1 single, reached No. 1 on the U.S. iTunes chart in August.

"It is satisfying," Lee said about the track's renewed popularity. "And it's cool now, because I remember a lot of the feeling in the beginning. It was so much about, like, 'What's next?' And, 'Are we gonna be able to make it?' And, 'Are we gonna be able to survive?' And, 'Are people gonna listen to our next song?' And, 'What about the next record?' And just getting to the next place always.

"There is an element to a song like 'Bring Me To Life' that didn't exist before, which is this nostalgia," she explained. "The song has grown live. It's something that we've added to. But part of how it's grown is with its history and with what it means to everybody in the room. It's not something new; it's just something that you already have known for so long that has a place in your heart. It's just able to be more than it would have been then. So I, in a lot of ways, love it more than I did."

The success of "Fallen" led to turmoil within the group, as founding guitarist Ben Moody left in late 2003, leaving Lee as the only original member of the band.

Lee continued with new members, and EVANESCENCE issued "The Open Door" in 2006. While a hit, it did not equal the sales of "Fallen". Lee told The Pulse Of Radio at the time that she wasn't concerned about matching the previous album's success. "I just haven't ever looked at it that way," she said. "'Fallen' is a great record, but I don't think you can try to match the success of another body of work. I think that's only gonna frustrate you. And if, honestly if what you really care about is record sales and money, there's no way you're gonna make a great piece of art, because then you're just gonna get all confused and make something ingenuine."

This past February, EVANESCENCE's music video for "Bring Me To Life" — which featured guest vocals from Paul McCoy of 12 STONES — surpassed one billion views on YouTube. The Philipp Stölzl-directed clip, which was uploaded to YouTube in December of 2009, was filmed in Romania in January 2003. It features Lee in a night gown and barefoot, in her room, inside a tall building in the city at night. The rest of the band is playing on a higher floor of the building.

In March 2021, Lee told Alternative Press that EVANESCENCE's original record label Wind Up threatened not to release "Fallen" if she and her bandmates didn't add a male voice to lead single "Bring Me To Life" to make it more palatable for radio.

EVANESCENCE's latest album, "The Bitter Truth", arrived in March 2021 via BMG. It was EVANESCENCE's first album of original music in ten years.

[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

Someone to Watch Out for You: Chapter 3

When Stars Dance

Summary: In which Ventus becomes Disney Castle's first Keyblade wielding knight. Word Count: 1,811 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

A year later and Ven didn't think he had changed much. He certainly didn't look much different at the very least. Goofy had been rather accommodating to Ven's squire attire. The only real addition were braces for his dominant hand and lower legs. It was two steps down from wearing his Keyblade armor in whole. In fact, Goofy even let him use the armor to take on training exercises with a bit more punch to them. The amount of times Ven actually needed to wear his armor were few, but in the instances where he did? It was a lifesaver.

Soon enough, his Keyblade armor was synonymous to his status as Queen Minnie's protector. It was a symbol of protection to everyone. One glance and you knew help was on the way. Ven thought back to Pete's disguise of Captain Justice and almost laughed.

Today Ven was going to be knighted. It was an event that made him both proud and anxious. This was the true mark that he was part of Disney Castle and one its citizens. This was his home now, and he was going to protect it with his life. Curious, Ven went over to his window that held a pretty good view of Disney Town and tried to see how many people had shown up so far. He could already hear the big house band play triumphant marching music to pump everyone's spirits up.

Sure enough, from here Ventus could see more than half of Disney Town's residents were already grouped in the main square. Everyone was greeting each other as if they hadn't seen their friends in awhile. He almost couldn't wait to see the decorations at ground level. Up here it just seemed like a mess of color. Which, considering Disney Town's usual color schemes, made the ceremony that much more overwhelming.

Resting his arms on the window sill, Ven idly said to himself, "I wonder how Terra would react with all this stuff. Bet he wouldn't even believe it was for me. Heh."

The soon-to-be knight paused.

"I wish they were both here to see this." he decided in one last murmur before deciding to head down to the square.

The first thing Ven saw when he crossed the gateway from the castle to the square was Minnie crying.

"Queen Minnie!" he suddenly declared as he got to her side. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

Choking back a laugh from her light sobs, Minnie shook her head.

"Oh no, Ventus dear." Minnie assured him. "I'm just really happy. It's a big day for you, and oh! I invited some important guests. I wasn’t sure if they’d come or not, but they'll be here shortly."

"Alright." he agreed with a nod. He then gave the queen a formal bow before inquiring, "May I still escort you until the festivities properly start, my queen?"

Minnie laughed; a genuine one no longer held back by tears.

"I'd be honored, Sir Ventus."

Smiling, the duo walked around the square with no real aim or goal. They were occasionally stopped by a citizen or two that wanted to give Ven their congratulations. Not a single one got annoying or too overbearing. Minnie even nudged Ven to notice a pair of young dog-like female citizens that appeared to have a crush on him. He gave them a polite wave and the girls in turn huddled in a circle to giggle.

"Oh!" Minnie suddenly declared at one point, almost scaring Ven. "They're here!"

"Who?" Ven wondered. His answer came rather quickly when someone barrel hugged Minnie.

"Minnie!" the newcomer, a female cat in a frilly pink and blue dress with matching sun hat, happily proclaimed. "It's been forever! Those boys really need to make travel easier between our worlds."

"Ortensia!" Minnie happily said back, even returning her hug. "You're right. It has been awhile. But... don't tell me you came alone?"

"Of course not." Ortensia huffed. The spunky cat lady spun on her heel, then brought her fingers to her lips to let out a loud, shrill whistle.

The response was instant. In a stampede of roughly 30, blue bunnies no larger than Ven's fist came bursting through the crowd. Obediently the bunny children formed a crowd of their own around Minnie, Ven, and Ortensia. Minnie bent down to pat the bunny child closest to her.

"They've gotten bigger." she said to Ortensia. The bunny child approved of this remark, making itself stand a bit taller and even attempting to flex its muscles. Minnie laughed. She gave a thoughtful hum before asking Ortensia, "Is that all? I would understand Oswald, but I thought she would also..."

"Oh no. She's here too." Ortensia finished for her. "I don't know where she went though..."

"Well when you give that whistle, I think we all know we need to report for duty." a new voice piped up.

Ortensia lit up at the addition.

"Sabrina!" she exclaimed. "Oh sweetie, come over here and greet Minnie."

Sabrina, unlike Ortensia or the bunny children, was a fully sized human. She looked around Ven’s age, maybe a bit younger. Ven found himself knocked away just by the sheer fact that it was the first time (in a long, long while, actually) he'd seen someone his size around here. It was just his luck that he immediately fell for her too.

Worst of all, she was heading his way.

"So you're the new knight in question?" Sabrina questioned. Her dark eyes scanned him over with a certain air of scrutiny. When they caught Ven's own, his breathing hitched.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Ven breathed, quickly giving her a bow. The bunny children let out a soft round of 'ooooh's as if they knew something everyone else did not. Sabrina quickly gave them a glare, and even tried to swing her foot at a few close ones. Catching a quick sight of her ankle made Ven consider if he should look away or not.

She might have been aware that he was staring. After shooing away the bunnies, Sabrina made a point to bend down to readjust her dress skirt. As she got up again, she gave a glance directly at Ven that made a chill run up his spine.

But it wasn't him that she spoke to after all this.

"Thank you for the invite, Aunt Minnie." she said to Minnie with a nod. "Depending on how the rest of the ceremony goes, I might stay for the after party."

"That's wonderful to hear." Minnie approved. "Just have a good time and relax, alright?"

Sabrina gave a half smile of agreement.

"Wait," Ven realized, "Aunt?!"

He wildly looked from the girls in hopes of some explanation. At best he got some giggles between Ortensia and Minnie, at worst Sabrina smirked in her own level of bemusement. To add insult to injury, Sabrina gave them a small wave before departing. Half an impulse in Ven wanted to follow her. Instead he got bombarded by the blue bunny children out of nowhere.

"What's your name, mister?" one asked.

"Does your hair always look like that?" another questioned.

"I think he has a crush on Sabreenie!" yet another declared. "Lookit, he's blushing!"

If his face really was red, it was because all these bunnies had decided to dog pile him without a way out. There was no way he was crushing on a girl he just met. Besides, it wouldn't work. Ven wouldn't call himself a genius, but even he knew she was way out of league. They might not even see each other after today. Besides, he had more pressing matters to focus on.

. . .

Mickey was worried about something. It was a small feature; something no one would have noticed at first, or unless they were talking to him directly. Ventus himself only caught it for a fraction of a second as Goofy recited the first half of the knighting speech. That worry wasn't directed toward Ven, was it? No. It must have been something else. For a fleeting moment Ven wondered if it was Sabrina, but that seemed even sillier. Earlier Minnie and Ortensia had talked about an Oswald- could it have been him Mickey was worried about? Especially since Sabrina seemed to imply a relation between the royals and herself.

"Do you, Ventus, promise to uphold the laws of our land as you, in turn, defend it from those who do not?"

"I do."

"Should the Cornerstone of Light be compromised in any way, do you swear to use the light within yourself to ensure it does not waver completely?"

"I do."

"Will you stay true to the light within yourself, and listen to your heart so long as it does not harm others?"

"I will."

Minnie had started sniffling again. Ven almost wanted to stop the ceremony just to get her a handkerchief.

                             "Ventus," Mickey then said, "As our kingdom's first Keyblade wielder since, well,                                                  me                                                  , we wish to present to you a new Keyblade. Found by Master Yen Sid, forged by the heart of our very world, Queen Minnie and I are proud to present to you Tempest Heartbeat."                    

With a flourish, King Mickey made the new Keyblade appear within his hand and pointed it to the sky. Like Wayward Wind before it, this new Keyblade had a guard designed from the reverse gripped wielder. Its main coloring was a dark green, almost resembling that of dried bone, with bright green accenting. If Ven looked at it a certain way, the center of the bright green fuller seemed to pulse in a rather relaxed way. The crowd made the awe known in both wonder and approval.

"Now," Mickey said, "Put on your armor and accept this blade, so that you may officially be known as a knight of light."

"As you wish, my king." Ventus agreed. Turning the audience, Ven slammed his hand on the activation for his Keyblade armor. Once the light had dimmed on his new form, he went to Mickey to gently take the new Keyblade with both hands. Ventus lent his attention back to the citizens as he vowed, "With my duty as both Keyblade wielder and your knight, I promise to you all that I will always protect this world and the many others with every ounce of light in my heart. May our hearts be our guiding key!"

The crowd went into an uproarious applause at this promise. Ven grinned as he raised his Keyblade high in the air. Not once did he consider the last sentence of his speech, nor where he had heard it before. He didn't even realize that Mickey had suddenly gotten nervous again, or how Sabrina glared at the Keyblade with a sense of familiarity. Right now this was a new beginning, and nothing was going to ruin it.

[ajoytobeheld]

UK Tour is nigh: sparky and the deathcaps

October 18th, 2009

Only three days for us to wile away before the commencement of our first UK tour, in fact, our first UK shows of any description, in a year. One of the questions I’m most frequently asked in interviews is if we get a different reception in the US, compared to the UK. I always answer that I feel people are more excited to see us in the US, because we’ve travelled from far away and so it seems like more of an event, and we seem more exotic (especially because a lot of folk think we’re Welsh). I’m hopeful that our absence from UK stages of late creates a similar sense on this tour, because we, ourselves, are very excited to be playing at home again.

Another notable thing about this tour is that we’re going to be playing our full set as an 8-piece for the first time. Our good friend Rob will be filling the role of our very own in-house Bob Nastanovich, performing extra keyboard/glock/percussion/guitar/vocal duties, which will both allow me to flounce around the stage even more than usual and more importantly will add the subtle nuances to songs that we couldn’t possibly pull off with only 7 pairs of hands. Especially on the new material.

To return the favour, we’re going to be backing Rob up on some songs during his set. Rob, of course, is Sparky Deathcap, who we first had the pleasure of playing with back in March 2007. He was a brilliant songsmith then, but what he does now has gone above and beyond. He’s one of the most poignant, intelligent and humorous lyricists I could name. On a few tracks each night we’re going to be his 7-piece backing band and help (I hope) his songs become the fully orchestrated works they deserve to be.

You can listen to a load of Sparky Deathcap songs here.

What this all amounts to me saying is, we recommend you make it down to these shows early, in order to ensure you don’t miss Sparky, or the wonderful Copy Haho and to ensure we make a real evening of it. There’ll be decent music playing between the bands and all. UNLESS you are the sort of awful person that spends the first half of the evening ignorantly talking through a support band’s songs, in which case come down as late as you like. Maybe just in time for the club night afterwards. I know you’re a good bunch though. </safety wink>

Another reminder of the coming tour dates. It’s still highly recommended you buy tickets for these gigs, rather than risking turning up on the night because a) it’ll be cheaper now, and b) most of them are going to sell out, if they haven’t already. Unless you live in Exeter.

ALL SHOWS WITH COPY HAHO AND SPARKY DEATHCAP:

WED 21 OCT Kasbah, Coventry 14+

THURS 22 OCT Joiners, Southampton 14+SOLD OUT

FRI 23 OCT Phoenix, Exeter 14+ (01392 263518)

SAT 24 OCT The Gate, Cardiff 14+ (Also with Dananananaykroyd, Munch Munch and Internet Forever)

MON 26 OCT  Deaf Institute, Manchester14+SOLD OUT

TUE 27 OCT University, Newcastle 14+

WED 28 OCT Garage, London 14+SOLD OUT

THU 29 OCT Zodiac, Oxford All Ages (Under 14s to be accompanied by an adult)

FRI 30 OCT Cockpit, Leeds14+

SAT 31 OCT King Tut’s, Glasgow 18+ SOLD OUT

Who’s in, and where you at?

[scented-morker]

hii :)) i love you’re works!! i was wondering if i could have a matchup with enha and dreamies? i’m 5’0, my personality type is ISTJ-T and i’m a january capricorn lol. my hairs dark brown i think, and it’s past my mid back. i have brown eyes i guess if that matters(lol)

i tend to be awkward, especially around people who i don’t know. i’m pretty shy, just depends who i’m with. people tend to tell me i’m very intimidating, and very hard to approach until they get to know me, then they say i’m funny and cool to hang out with. i’m not on the emotional side, but i tend to let my emotions build up, and when i have a really bad day, i tend to let everything out. i don’t like showing my emotional side though. im usually nice, but if someone treats me bad or just rubs me the wrong way, i will be very cold to them. i tend to be the friend that people go to when they need advice, and i’m pretty trustworthy. if i’m comfortable with the people i’m around, i tend to be super hyper and i let loose and show like my “house” self (i have a school personality and a home one lol)

i love rom coms😩 and documentaries, i love rainy days and staying home. i’m the type of person to say like oh “i’m gonna like workout”and then say “oh tomorrow i’ll start” while eating spoonfuls of nutella.. i have a tiny bit of a shopping addiction, and i love jewelry like flowery rings or just cute and simple and minimalist necklaces. i wear whatever is in my closet but i’m more of a sweats and hoodie type person😩. i wanna study homicides, and like solve cases. i like to sing and write in my free time. i’m in marching band lol. i absolutely despise people who ask the same question after they clearly heard me. i’m also a bit petty. my favorite colors are brown and green hehe >< i’m more of a dog person, and i would adopt all the dogs if i could :( i’m not smart but i can get a A if i tried. ill listen to everything, but i’m not a huge fan of country... n e ways i love hugs, like back hugs or anything you name it, especially when the persons like taller and they put their head on yours or something like yes pls- i’m not a huge fan of hand holding but i like playing with fingers or when they play with mine. i’m not much of a person who likes to call, and i don’t like when you constantly have to let your s/o know what you’re doing or where you’re at. i prefer just having someone who understands i don’t like texting all the time and have trust i’m not doing anything.

overall i’m a quiet person, and i don’t mind being by myself. most of the time at school i have my headphones in. i appreciate the little things someone does for me and i try to do my best to show my affection towards them as well. and last but not least, i love my naps. 90% of my days is spent taking naps. thank you so much! i hope you are well and healthy, and stay safe during this time!! <3

(i hope this wasn’t too much!!) :(

I ship you with: sunghoon!

rest under cut !!

You’re both the kinda intimidating and maybe seem cold at first type people who are actually super cool once they open up

I also think you both probably hide your emotions more than you should lol, but that’s something you could work on together 🥰

The thing about jewelry really made me think of him for some reason like he would love your little rings and necklaces 🥺 he’d probably buy you more and like matching ones

He’s definitely taller than you which means ✨the best back hugs✨ which you deserve

lil scenario

“Come onnnn babe, you said you wanted to work out with me”

Sunghoon pouted from the doorway, trying to trick you out of your warm bed.

“Yeah but we both know that was a lie”

He laughed at your bluntness, making his way back to the side of the bed.

“But it’d be so fun, we can do cardio and lift weights and-”

“And hate ourselves apparently, because that sounds awful. I say we lay here in my comfy bed, I make my world famous gourmet Nutella toast, and we watch this documentary about serial killers”

He makes a face, laughing at the suggestion but ultimately realized he’s not gonna win this one, before climbing under the covers with you.

“Deal, but we start hitting the gym tomorrow”

“Yeah sure babe”

You both know that you are not, indeed, going to hit the gym tomorrow.

I ship you with: Jisung!

Another tall one to give you back hugs, and he seems like the person who would just absentmindedly fiddle with your fingers, especially if he’s nervous 🥺

Definitely does little things he’ll know you appreciate, like he’ll leave little sticky notes around your house reminding you of things you need to do or with compliments 🥰 or if he sees you fell asleep he moved you to your bed and turns all the lights off, that kinda stuff 🤩

Would be 1000% down to nap with you. No matter the time, no matter the place. You could literally just show up at the dorms, walk past everyone and into his room and he’s like 😁 “time to nap”

lil scenario

You sigh when you roll over, opening your eyes only for Jisung not to be next to you. You knew he had a schedule today but you were hoping your nap could be short enough that you could see him again before he left.

Forcing yourself to get up, you roll the cover around you as you make your way into the living room, plopping yourself down on the couch before you notice something small and yellow on the frame of your tv.

You get up to go see what it is, instantly recognizing your boyfriend’s handwriting.

Channel 17, 2 pm

You check the time, seeing that it was already almost the time on the note, immediately turning your tv on and flipping to channel 17.

The time hit right after a commercial, and you were greeted by seeing Jisung on the tv with the boys, his note giving you the perfect chance to watch his whole performance and rave to him about it when you saw him next.

When they finished performing you went over to the kitchen to grab yourself a snack seeing another note.

I made some extra for you, it’s in the fridge in the green bowl <3

You once again found yourself smiling from ear to ear at the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend. Once you had made the food and sat down to eat, one last sticky note, a different color than the rest, caught your attention.

I’ll be back at 6 to pick you up for our date, wear the new outfit we bought? I can’t wait to see you

[secretsofblackthornhall]

Emma To Bruce

Dear Bruce,

I woke up this morning to find it was an improbably beautiful day with bright blue skies and those cute little white scudding clouds. “All right,” I thought. “There is no way I am spending this gorgeous day in wonderful London inside this falling-down house, scrubbing the floors and brooding about ghosts. The question: how to convince Julian that we should go out and have fun?”

I marched upstairs and found Julian drinking coffee in the kitchen. I said, “Jules. You know that thing you want me to do, that I’ve been refusing to do? If you come out and have a good time with me today in London, I’ll do it.”

A big grin spread over his face. He said, “OKAY!” In fact, he said it as he was already running out the door. I had to get him to come back for a jacket.

Bruce, we had an absolutely great time in London. We took a boat ride down the Thames. We went to a costume shop. We saw the Tower and went to Fortnum and Mason’s and had tea. Julian ate all my cucumber sandwiches because I hate them. We went on the London Eye, which is like a more spectacular version of the Ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier. Demons did not attack this time, and Julian booked a whole pod so that we could snuggle and cuddle.

In the middle of the snuggling and cuddling, Julian stopped and stared into my eyes with an intense look. I could tell he had something to ask me, and for a moment I thought—well, it doesn’t matter what I thought.

“Emma,” he said, “what would you think about moving to London with me?”

I said, “What do you mean? We’re already here.”

He explained that he was thinking, if we got Blackthorn Hall all fixed up, we could live in it until Dru or Ty or Tavvy (or all three of them) grow up and want to move there. He explained that Helen and Aline were doing a great job running the LA Institute and that they don’t really need us. Besides, they’re thinking of starting a family soon so maybe they don’t want so many people running around the Institute. I said, “But I thought you liked Los Angeles, and practically everyone we know is there.” He pointed out that that wasn’t totally true. In London, we’d be closer to Ty, and pretty much the same distance from the east coast, where Dru is, and of course Mark and Cristina are in New York half the time, too. I think he could tell that I wasn’t sure what to say, because he added, “It’s really about us having a home, one that we make together. Being grown up, and having a grown up kind of life.”

I joked around, saying we were still pretty young, and he said, “I know that most people who get together when they’re teenagers break up. They get older and they change. I just want us to go through the important things together, so we change together. Does that make sense?”

I told him it did though I was pretty freaked out he even mentioned BREAKING UP as a concept. So I kissed him, which distracted us both, and when our pod came to a stop on the ground everyone cheered and whistled. The English are more lustful than I had previously suspected.

I was exhausted by the time we got home and discovered that our ghost friend had been active in our absence. In the dust on the dining room floor were written the words

FIND THE DEVIL TAVERN

Now what on earth does that mean? Though honestly, we were both kind of pleased to see the message. At least it’s a clue so that we can begin to unravel the mystery of our ghost and his silver band.

PS Bruce, I know you’re dying to find out what it was that Julian wanted me to let him do that I have been refusing to do. Remember when I said we went to a costume shop? Well, apparently Dru made Julian watch The Hunger Games with her the last time we were home, and he really really wanted to paint me like this.

The things we do for love.

—Emma

[angeloddity]

All the Little Things

robin buckley x fem!reader

It’s a sleepover! That means doing all of the usual sleepover activities, like listening to music, painting each other’s nails, and… kissing?

genre: fluff

warnings: established relationship, secret relationships

word count: 1,700

a/n: Robin’s nail polish in season 4 just makes me want to paint my nails poorly with a girl I love

Robin sits on your bed, singing along to the music spilling from the record player, her voice ringing out louder than the actual song. The door is pulled shut, not locked but closed tight, keeping the rest of the universe out—everything that matters is in the room with you, and will be for the whole night. Downstairs your family is watching a movie, content to leave you and your best friend alone in your own world. They feel no need to monitor two girls giggling and gossiping, eating junk food, and painting each other’s nails. 

Privacy is just one of the perks when you’re with that best friend, and will continue to be as long as you keep the fact that you’re dating a secret.

The song ends, silence filling the room for just a moment before the next starts up.  

“What color do you want?” Robin asks, slightly out of breath from singing along too loud to Love Will Tear Us Apart. For someone who plays trumpet in a marching band, she gets winded easily. 

Robin holds up a handful of nail polishes, taking more than she can handle, the pile too big for her to keep a solid grip on, the clear glass containers clinking together as they start to slip from her grasp. A few of them fall from her hands to the bedspread below, a rainbow of solid, sparkling, and metallic colors cradled by the soft fabric. You’re grateful the tops are all screwed on tight. 

“Bronze might be fun,” you say, looking at the few bottles that remain in your girlfriend’s hands. It’s not a color you might usually choose, even if you like the way it shines, but sometimes it’s nice to mix things up a little. 

For what may be the first time in her life, Robin doesn’t say anything. Her silence, and the scrunch of her nose are clear signs of her distaste for your choice. You’re just a little surprised she hasn’t already begun verbalizing why she doesn’t like your choice, especially when she’s painted your nails bronze before without complaint. 

“What’s wrong with bronze?” You ask.    

“School colors,” she groans, as if the two words are reason enough. 

“That’s orange. Green and orange, not bronze.”

“Close enough.”

“Fine,” you concede, despite the color being for your nails, not hers. “How about red?” 

Robin seems much happier with this decision, putting all of the other colors back in the container you store them in. She doesn’t look at you as she does, but the slowly growing smile tugging at her lips, even as she tries her best to hide it from you, gives her away. She’s scheming, or at least has some sort of secret that she’s doing a poor job of keeping hidden. You’d like to say you can read her so well because you love her so much, but really she’s just terrible at hiding her emotions, giving her thoughts away even when she wishes she wasn’t. 

She doesn’t pick out a second color for her own nails. 

“Did you make me choose a different color just because you don’t want to wear bronze?” You grab the day’s newspaper from your dresser as you ask, simply shooting her a look from the corner of your eye. You had set aside the paper, which was read by your family in the morning, just for this occasion. While Robin is distracted by the mess she made, you roll the newspaper into a tube and smack her in the arm. It makes a hollow sound upon impact, and Robin falls back onto the bed with a flair only she possesses. The bottle of cherry red nail polish bounces from the force, but it doesn’t fall to the floor.

“Ow! My Love, do I mean so little to you that you would wound me so?” she’s grinning as she speaks, teetering on the brink of laughter. “Is it so wrong to want my nails to match my beautiful girlfriend’s?” 

“Only when you try to trick me!” Her smile is contagious. 

“Fine. I won’t try to deceive you again… tonight.” She mumbles the last word, but you still catch it. “Will you kiss it better?” Robin holds up her arm, angling it so the site of impact is facing you. You lean down over her and press a small kiss to the skin in the closest approximation of the area of injury that you can come up with. There’s no mark to base your aim on, after all. Then you lean further over her, pressing another kiss to her lips. They're slightly chapped beneath yours despite her chapstick, the taste of artificial watermelon spreading to your own lips. 

“Feel better?” you ask. 

“So much better.” You sit back, settling on the bed across from her, laying the newspaper out on the bedding between you as she mirrors your position. You don’t trust Robin not to spill the nail polish, and have even less faith that she’ll be able to pick up a fallen container faster than the time it takes for the lacquer to sink through the entire sports section of the paper. Instead of using just the one section as you had originally planned, you choose to lie out all of the pages, just to be safe. Maybe sitting on the floor would be a better idea, but the bed is just too comfortable. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve painted each other’s nails. Robin enjoys the ritual just as much as you, even if she prefers to leave the polish on until the very last fleck has chipped off, forcing you to do the same or to wait for her to be ready for a new color. However, it’s not often that she wants your nails to match. It leaves you with a warm feeling in your chest. When everything about your relationship is kept a close knit secret, the small signs of belonging mean more than anything.    

“Yours first,” Robin insists. “There’s no reason to make them extra messy.”

“I don’t mind,” you say, but you stretch your hand towards her anyway. She brushes her thumb along the back of your knuckles reverently, before unscrewing the top to the nail polish and beginning the slow and messy process. Robin tries her best, having more patience completing the task than you've ever seen from her before, careful with each stroke of the small brush along your nails. Some of the nail polish gets on your cuticles, and there's a little on the tip of one finger, but it’s better than usual. You’ll scrub the excess polish from your skin once everything is dry. 

It’s your turn to paint her nails next, the job just as messy as hers, but you at least have the excuse of having wet nails to worry about. 

When both of your nails are finished, you screw the top back on, the glass vial slipping slightly from your weak grip, but ultimately holding steady until the top is on tight. You’ll accept the risk to your nails if it means avoiding a spill. Your blankets are too comfortable not to sleep with, if you ever actually do go to sleep. Maybe you’ll accidentally stay up all night, too lost in each other to notice the passage of time until you’re too exhausted to stay awake any longer. 

Once the nail polish is packed away, the two of you shift, a strange sort of handless shuffle, until you’re both leaning back on your headboard. Robin's head drops, landing on your shoulder with a force that must be painful, but she doesn’t complain. 

“They’re pretty,” she says, stretching her arms in front of her and flexing her fingers so you can both see the new color. 

“Better than bronze?” 

“Oh yeah. Anything is better than bronze.” 

“Even green and orange?” She reacts exactly the way you want her to, faking offense while she leans in for affection. 

“Why are you so cruel to me when all I do is love you?” Robin asks.

“You make it so easy,” you mumble, turning towards her. If you just tilt your head a little bit farther…

She kisses you softly, the heat of her words slipping away until there's nothing but your lips against each other. It’s an awkward angle, a little bit painful, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away, especially not when she sighs into the kiss, relaxing further into your side. 

She brings her hand up, intent on tracing the soft curve of your cheek the way she always does, as if a magnetic pull is drawing the two of you ever closer. 

A sudden wetness forms on your skin where her hand touched, thick and tingling. 

“Baby,” you murmur, and she takes it as a sign to continue, huffing slightly when instead you pull away. She opens her eyes into a glare, unhappy with your decision to cut things short. Finally she sees why you stopped. 

Oh,” she states, eyes wide, mouth falling open in shock. “I’m sorry.” 

She holds her hand up over her mouth, trying her best to hide the peel of laughter bubbling up in her chest. Her efforts work, if only because it’s the same hand that had bumped your cheek just moments before, the same hand which now has nail polish, not yet dry, smeared off a few of her nails. The sight distracts you from her glee. You can only assume that the missing lacquer is smeared across your cheek.

“Robin!” You exclaim, though there's no heat behind it. 

“Oops.” She shrugs a little, looking anything but sorry. You can’t help but laugh along with her, always finding joy even in small annoyances whenever she’s around. She reaches out and wipes at your cheek in an attempt to remove the nail polish, but she only succeeds in spreading more across your skin. Finally, she sighs, “I’m making it worse.”

“Just a little,” you quip. 

She’s cute, eyes wide, bottom lip pulled between her teeth—an unshakeable habit. You wish you could kiss her again, but you’re afraid she’ll just mess up more of her nails. How will you match if you use up all of the nail polish on easily avoidable corrections? You’ll just have to wait until everything is dry to kiss her the way you really want to. 

“Can you fix them?” Robin asks as the laughter subsides, entirely sincere with her question.

“Of course, anything for you.”   

[unicyclehippo]

nancy and robin on holiday

‘so. vickie is…nice.’

robin lifts her head from nancy wheeler’s seven hundredth throw pillow and tries to arch her eyebrow in that cool way heroes do in movies to make it clear that she has no idea what nancy is talking about while simultaneously covering up the fact that she’s about to have a heart attack because what had steve told her exactly?

‘she’s my friend,’ robin says slowly.

‘right. she’s an interesting choice for a friend.’

robin squints at her. nancy looks and sounds like she’s being sincere; she doesn’t have that pinched look on her face she gets trying to be too convincing, too perfectly whatever-she’s-trying-to-be. so maybe she’s being sincere. but if she is being sincere, that’s weird too because why would they be talking about vickie when they’re clipping coupons for nancy’s mum and wasting their first precious golden days of summer?

‘what?’ nancy snaps.

robin raises both her brows this time to convey her overwhelming aura of what the fuck are you talking about?

‘it’s just -‘ nancy huffs a sharp little sigh and robin can’t help but grin. most lethal person she’s ever met in a eggshell blue sweatshirt and hair frizzed out to three times it’s normal size (already not insignificant) thanks to the sweltering heat. nancy snips her scissors in a warning—one more joke about her hair and robin is gonna be wearing tatters instead of her favourite jacket—and sniffs, drawing herself up to her full height (small) while seated on her princess bed. ‘i don’t get how you can spend so much time with her. you’re practically the same person, doesn’t it get boring?’

‘what?’

‘what?’

‘we aren’t the same person.’

it’s nancy’s turn to raise her brows. robin has to acknowledge that, like everything else she does, she’s really good at it. she puts down her scissors to count of her points on her fingers.

‘you’re both in marching band, both clumsy, both of you talk way too much and way too fast -‘

‘hey!’ robin drags herself up so she’s sitting properly on the bed too instead of legs dangling over the edge limp like some ragdoll. she flings her throw pillow at nancy, who catches it and flings it back. it thumps her in the face. robin fixes her hair as she says, ‘i - i have a feedback disruption between my brain and my big mouth, okay, which makes me need to talk until i run out of air and it’s basically a medical condition so you shouldn’t make fun of me for it.’

‘having a big mouth is not a medical condition,’ nancy says, but there’s a smile hovering at the corners of her mouth. ‘anyway, i guess i’m just curious what you see in her.’

robin frowns. ‘right. because what could be cool in someone just like me?’

‘what? no! no - that’s not what i meant.’

‘no, that’s cool,’

‘robin, that’s not what i meant,’ nancy says again, and her eyes are wide and weirdly desperate. ‘i just—‘ nancy blows out a breath. ‘sometimes, when i see the two of you hanging out…’ she pulls a face down at her coupons. ‘i might be way off the mark here but sometimes i get the impression that you…like her.’

robin’s throat closes like she’s in the upside down again, and the air is noxious, thick in a way air shouldn’t be, like she’s trying to breathe water.

‘robin?’ nancy peers at her from under tense brows.

‘i - i don’t -‘

nancy’s expression clears. her worry, her tension disappears like she’s punted it clear to the side and she takes robin’s hand, grabs it tight.

‘hey. breathe. it’s okay. it’s okay, i promise.’

a promise is all well and good but it doesn’t help at all, it really doesn’t. robin can feel the world closing in around her and she stares at nancy, can’t look away, as a million of the worst scenarios flood her mind in an instance. she knows every way this could turn out, has imagined it thousands of times; she has never imagined that nancy would tilt her head just so or that her eyes would flash with a familiar gleam. but she should have.

‘i’m right though, aren’t i?’ nancy asks, very softly. so softly that even if her family were listening at the door with a glass cup to eavesdrop, they wouldn’t hear a thing. the image makes robin laugh, if the strangled sound could be called a laugh.

‘you’re shit at being reassuring, you know that?’

nancy grimaces but nods. she tries to wriggle her hand into robin’s but both her hands are clenched into tight fists, so nancy just rubs circles against the back of her hand. for a few long minutes, that’s all she does. sits with robin and holds her hand and doesn’t pull away, which is more than robin had ever dared to hope for and actually can’t believe it’s true that her two best friends are maybe the chillest people in the world about this.

‘please don’t tell anyone.’

‘i won’t.’

‘it’s just that there’s a certain type of person who is deadset against people like me and they make up about a solid ninety per cent of the good folk of hawkins population and i would like to keep my job and not get chased out of town with a pitchfork and -‘

‘i won’t tell. not even steve.’

robin finally unclenches her fists and opens her eyes. this, this she has to see. she smirks at nancy. ‘steve knows.’

‘…what?’

‘steve knows. i told him last summer.’

complicated expressions cross nancy’s face. annoyance and disbelief are chief among some others.

‘steve knows? he never said—of course he didn’t.’

‘he’s a pretty good guy,’ robin nods. she shakes her head, dismissing everything about the last few minutes and refocusing, definitely not lingering and thinking about her racing heartbeat and the way it feels like all her blood is going in reverse and that she might puke. ‘wait - so why are you really asking about vickie? was it so you could ask about - me? or…’

nancy rolls her eyes. ‘that’s just it—i’ve been trying to figure out what you could see in her! she’s - shes -‘ nancy pulls a face. ‘nice, i guess. but you’re too similar, it would never work! take me and steve, for example. we never would have worked out. we were too similar.’

‘you and steve “take my life before you touch my hair” harrington are too similar?’

‘you didn’t know us back then. we were both…pretending to be people we weren’t.’

‘kind of the point of high school, isn’t it?’

nancy shrugs a shoulder. there’s a mulish set to her chin that means she thinks she’s really onto something. ‘we didn’t know who we were or what was important and did what everyone else wanted us to do. and it didn’t work.’

‘again, pretty par for the course for high school. and what does that mean for you and jonathan?’

‘what do you mean?’

‘i- no, nothing,’ robin backtracks quickly under that sharp stare.

‘no, go ahead, say it.’

robin gulps. ‘i’d rather not.’

nancy looks like she wants to shake her until the words come out but she doesn’t. she sighs instead until she deflates—everything except for her hair, which seems to grow bigger in comparison, or because it’s an evil hair demon that is consuming her and growing every day, who could say for sure?

‘we’re both more invested in doing the right thing than being together.’

‘i was going to say you both need a haircut,’ robin teases.

nancy snips the scissors in the air, eyes narrowed. ‘careful,’ she warns.

robin grins. she thinks carefully about what she wants to say. ‘he’s kind of a coward.’ nancy bristles. presses her lips tightly together. it’s a look robin associates with certain doom but even as she thinks about shutting up, her mouth starts up. ‘it’s like, you’re both really similar in a lot of regards like doing the right thing no matter what or whatever but then in the ways you aren’t alike, he’s kind of the worst. or maybe he’s just so not you that it’s hard to figure out why you two would be together at all. i mean, you want to be a reporter for gods sake and go to college and really make something of yourself and see the world and be bigger than this town and this tragedy and he wants to stay here and do the same thing day in day out because his brother needs him and, like, good for him because that’s swell and all but at a certain point it’s like, how much of who you are can you make about other people before you stop being who you are?’

nancy is staring at her by the time she’s done and robin is full sweating. air out the pits not glamorous sweating.

‘i’m sorry,’ she offers when the silence stretches on. ‘i think i should add that i like him, i think he’s nice. i mean, he’s fine,’ robin adds, which sort of undercuts it all.

nancy snorts. ‘yeah, sounds like you really like him.’

robin smiles. ‘i guess i don’t get it. you’re the coolest person i’ve ever met and you deserve someone who is equally cool.’

that makes nancy smile. ‘thanks.’ her eyes narrow. ‘you’re not so bad yourself,’ she says, which sounds like it ought to be a good thing but the delivery is the most threatening thing ever. ‘so why vickie?’

robin shrugs. ‘why do you crush on anyone? i stand next to her in marching band and she makes me laugh and always kinda smells like brass polish but in a good way, if that makes sense, and i like her freckles.’ robin flinches a little when she looks up; part of her forgot where she was and with whom, so comfortable sharing these things with steve now that nancy’s contemplative look is way too intense, way too keen when she’s accustomed to someone who thinks love is out of reach and everything else ought to be about boobs.

‘does she know? that you like her?’

robin sighs. ‘sometimes i think she does. other times, no not at all.’ she drags a pillow and the rescued mister rabbit into her arms, flops sideways. ‘can we stop talking about this?’

‘oh. yes, yeah. of course. what do you want to talk about instead?’

robin shrugs. ‘hellfire? are you coming tomorrow?’

nancy rolls her eyes but nods. then, ‘how would you even find out if vickie was interested? how does that work? it seems like you would have to be careful-‘

robin groans. drags the pillow over her head, and dreams of being smothered or otherwise killed to avoid this conversation. nancy has no such mercy, merely plucking the pillow off her face when she’s been gone too long. her hair is all frizzy and unmanageable, and the eggshell blue sweatshirt makes her skin look pale, like a marble statue, and her eyes—robin is pinned in place by the acute intensity of her, and as she struggles to answer literally any question nancy poses to her, she can only think that she’s utterly fucked because nancy is beautiful and sharp and sets her brain alight in a way she’s never felt before. and she’s also steve’s ex, and someone else’s girlfriend, and none of that feels like it matters.

[olive-frog]

The Truth Hurts | Chapter 2

Eddie Munson x Female! Reader

Summary: Y/N has had a crush on her best friend, Eddie, since the seventh grade. With the new year rolling over, she plans on keeping her feelings hidden, but how long can she keep up this charade until things start to get complicated?

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: bestfriend! eddie, fluff, slight angst, swearing, mention of drugs, use of pet names (let me know if i've missed anything!)

A/N: chapter 2 has finally dropped! i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it! ~ ellie <3

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January 1st, 1986.

Y/N was sat squished up against the mirror in her bedroom, her face scrunched up into a ball as she clumsily attempted to tie her hair in a neat ponytail, before the sound of tires screeching could be heard from outside her window. Aware that the sound was from Eddie’s van parking in her driveway, a noise she was all too familiar with, Y/N quickly finished man-handling her hair before gazing up at her reflection. This will have to do, she huffed, before turning in her chair towards her school bag.

Winter in Hawkins had already reached its highest point, with snow almost threatening to slip through the greyish clouds that were now covering the town entirely. Y/N made sure she dressed appropriately, since she absolutely hated being cold, opting for her beige roll neck jumper paired with her favourite high-waisted denim jeans and oversized leather jacket. As she finally finished packing her bag, Y/N took a moment to gaze over at her alarm clock on her desk, soon realising that Eddie was in fact late, meaning she was also late.  

“Shit,” she groaned, snatching the jewellery she had planned on wearing today and putting them in her side pocket, she’d have to put them on in the van. Y/N’s bag was viciously yanked up from her bed as she threw it over her surprisingly unbruised shoulder in a quick haste before staggering out of her room. Typical Eddie, Y/N sighed, rushing to the staircase like a madman. Her hands gripped onto the handrail as she stumbled her way down each step, careful not to trip and potentially fall to her death, though she contemplated releasing her grip for a brief moment. This routine was very familiar to Y/N. If rushing down the stairs every school morning was an Olympic sport, she would definitely be its greatest competitor.

“Y/N please be careful!”

A muffled cry could be heard coming from the direction of the kitchen as she eventually made it down the stairs in one piece. Her body jerked towards the direction of the voice, realising it was her mother, who had paused making coffee to make sure her daughter was alright.

“Sorry mom, I’m running a little late, I’ll see you later, okay? Love you!” Y/N says, offering her mother a reassuring smile before quickly opening the front door just to slam it harshly behind herself, the action making the poor woman sigh.

Eddie was stood leaning back against the passenger side of his van, the back of his foot resting against its rusted side with his arms folded against his firm chest. He was sporting his usual attire, black ripped jeans paired with his wonted denim vest stitched with pins and patches of his favourite bands. As the front door slammed shut, his head quickly jerked towards the culprit behind the sudden noise, who was looking particularly frustrated, which made his mouth curl up into a devious smirk.

“You’re late, Eds,” she frowned, marching over to her friend who remained seemingly unbothered.

“Me? I’m never late, sweetheart,” he teased back, his smirk widening.

“Why do you always do this? It’s like you get off on watching me suffer,” she pouts up at him.

“It’s the highlight of my day,” he says proudly, before reaching for the passenger door, swinging it open and holding his hand out to his unenthused friend.

“Milady, your chariot awaits,” Eddie bows, hearing her scoff beside him, which makes him smile.

“You and your theatrics.” She pretended to roll her eyes before taking his hand, slightly wincing as the cold metal of his rings hit her own but soon settling into the front seat of his warmed van. Eddie had obviously turned the heating on for her so that the van was nice and toasty before he arrived. He knew how much she hated being cold and the thought made her smile, which he had caught wind of as he slid into the driver’s seat.

“Is that a smile?” Eddie beamed as she scoffs again, still maintaining that same smile, however.

“Shut up and drive Munson, we’re late.”

Eventually the two had made it to school with time to spare, and their bodies still intact, with Eddie recklessly parking his van into the nearest space he could find. Y/N had just finished putting on her rings she had forged out of her side pocket, quickly unbuckling herself and reaching out for the door handle. Without warning, the door swiftly flung open, which made her lean back slightly in awe. As she looked up, she saw Eddie stood by the passenger seat with his hand gestured out to her with a huge grin plastered on his face.

“E-Eddie? What are you doing?” She asked, dumbfounded by her friend’s sudden action.

His grin turned to a gentle smile.

“The ground is pretty slippery, couldn’t have you falling over now could I? We both know how clumsy you are.”

His body bent forward, forcing his friend to take his hand so he could safely guide her out of his van. Y/N was used to Eddie’s theatrics, but something about this felt different, she just couldn’t quite figure it out. As she quickly leapt out of his van she soon noticed Eddie’s hand still firmly gripped on to her own, which did not help the warmth in her cheeks that was now beginning to lamentably show. Y/N glanced up at Eddie, soon realising that he was doing the same, and for just a moment she could’ve sworn everyone else around her disappeared. Any outsiders that happened to be watching this display probably would’ve thought that they were a couple on the brink of sharing a kiss. Y/N’s eyes had slowly begun to dot down to Eddie’s lips, which was enough reason for her to completely snap out of the trance she was in.

She was quick to spot Robin getting out of Steve’s car, the pair deep in conversation, probably Robin giving Steve advice on his latest affair. That didn’t matter however, what mattered was that Y/N was about two seconds away from completely discarding her plan of keeping her feelings for Eddie a secret and she needed to get away. Quickly.

“Hey Robin! Steve!” She called out, which made Eddie quickly jerk back, gazing over his shoulder towards both Robin and Steve. Y/N took this opportunity to let go of his hand, moving to his side and waving over at their friends who were now waving back, who were completely unaware of the moment Eddie and Y/N had just shared.

“I’ll see you at lunch Eds?” She said, gazing up at him as he gave her a silent nod in return, his face practically unreadable at this point. Eddie watched as she ran over to Robin, embracing her in a light hug before leaning her head into the driver’s seat to speak to Steve.

He let out a sigh, closing the passenger door to his van before taking his leave to the school’s entrance.

Lunch had come around pretty quickly, with Y/N rushing over to her locker to swiftly dispose of this morning’s textbooks, placing the ones she needed for later into her bag. As she went to close the locker she almost jumped at the sight of Robin leaning up against the locker beside her own, a shit-eating grin making its way up to her lips.  

“Jesus Robin! Are you trying to put me in an early grave?” Y/N yelped, completely convinced at this point that all of her friend’s were out to get her today.

“You looked pretty flustered this morning,” she began, the grin not leaving her face, “did something happen between you and Eddie?”

“N-Nothing happened Robin,” she assured her, but Robin was not buying it for one second. Y/N huffed at the face her friend was sporting, which screamed ‘I know you’re hiding something, Y/N’, and it was true, but Robin didn’t need to know that just yet. She quickly readjusted her bag on her shoulder before turning and walking away from her persistent friend. Y/N just wanted to get to lunch and forget about almost professing her feelings to Eddie.

Robin was quick to catch up to her.

“Something definitely happened between you two! I mean, I haven’t seen you look that red since freshmen year when you decided to- ow! Y/N! Did you just hit me?”

Robin stared at Y/N momentarily before moving her hand up to the right side of her shoulder, rubbing the now aching muscle from her friend’s unprovoked hit. Confused as to why Y/N had just hit her, Robin decided to look in the direction to which her friend was facing to see Eddie standing in front of them, looking down at them both with an awkward smile. Y/N gave him a smile back, before looking down to the floor, anxiously fiddling with her bag strap. Robin still had no idea what happened between both of her friends this morning, but this confirmed it was definitely something. What Robin did know, however, was that she was not enjoying this new wave of tension that had washed over the three friends who were now awkwardly standing in the middle of the corridor, so she decided to clear her throat.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I am starving. Shall we?” Robin beamed, departing from both friends dramatically, praying that they would eventually follow after her. Luckily for Robin, they both did.

“After you sweetheart,” Eddie says, gesturing his arm out before tossing Y/N a sweet smile. The familiar pet name and his smile made her giggle in return.

“Thanks Eds,” she says, smiling back at him before walking off and trying to catch up to Robin, Eddie slowly lagging behind.

There were a lot of things Y/N enjoyed about lunch at Hawkins High.

The first was getting to spend time with Eddie, of course. She ended up only sharing one class with her best friend this year, so seeing him at lunch was always the highlight of her day. She also loved spending time with her friends. Y/N had known Gareth, Jeff, and the other older Hellfire boys as long as Eddie had. She had also grown extra fond of the younger boys, Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Will, who joined the Hellfire club at the beginning of school last year, as well as the girls that always accompanied them at lunch, El and Max. Y/N had shared classes with Robin ever since their freshmen year and eventually the two worked their way up to becoming really close friends. Robin was also the reason Y/N knew Steve, who had already graduated the year prior. Will’s older brother Johnathan would sometimes join for lunch, alongside his girlfriend Nancy who was also Mike’s older sister.

It felt like one big, happy family. The table was constantly busy. It could be a lot to handle at times, but it was nice knowing that Y/N would never be alone. Sure, everyone came from different backgrounds and shared different interests, but they all bounced off of each other’s energies so easily. She was grateful to be a part of it.

The trio eventually sat down at the lunch table, Y/N taking a moment to look around and see who was already there. Gareth and Jeff were present and already in deep conversation with Eddie, whilst Dustin and the rest of the boys were talking amongst themselves at the end of the table, though it looked as if they were missing a member. Y/N quickly realised who that member was.

“Where’s Lucas you guys?”

This made the boys stop their conversation before Mike eventually perked up, “Pretty sure he’s sat over there with the rest of the basketball team,” he says in the direction of Y/N, the last two words of his sentence having enough venom in them to kill a man. She had completely forgot about Lucas joining the team soon after he had also joined the Hellfire club last year. What she did remember however was everyone’s distaste for it, especially Eddie’s, and how he had reacted after finding out about Lucas’s decision. It wasn’t ideal to say the least, but Eddie had somewhat eased up on him since then.

“Correction, Wheeler. Sinclair is sitting over there with the rest of the dark side,” Eddie grinned, making Mike and the other boys laugh in return.

Maybe Eddie hadn’t of eased up after all, Y/N thought, before finally digging into her lunch.

The chorus of conversation and laugher filled up the table as time gradually passed by. Y/N, amongst the chatter, reached out to grab Eddie’s wrist where she knew his watch would be, quickly glazing over at the time. Eddie remained completely unphased by this display, obviously used to it as he continued his conversation with Mike and the others.

“Shoot, we should probably get going Robin, Mr. Mundy will crucify us if we’re late,” Y/N said, turning to Robin who was already nodding and packing her things away.

Before everyone had a chance to say goodbye before heading to their individual classes, Lucas rushed over from the other side of the lunch hall towards Y/N's table, looking like he was ready to burst open.

“Did you guys hear?” He began, eyeing the others up who were still sat but now attentively looking up at him as well, “Chrissy and Jason broke up over the holidays.”

Everyone’s mouths quickly formed into O shapes, all except Eddies.

“The King and Queen of Hawkins have finally split? Can’t say I’m surprised,” he shrugged, tossing his bag over his shoulder and being the first to stand up from the table.

“Why not?” Lucas asks Eddie, who was now directly facing him.

“The school’s most perfect couple breaking up during the holidays? All for show, they’ll be back together within a week, tops,” Eddie rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t deny the fact that he was almost thrilled that the school’s hierarchy was already starting to crumble, and it was only the first day back.

“Do you know the reason they broke up?” Y/N interjected, her and Robin making their way over to both boys. High school drama never really appealed to her, but this was quite the shock. Like Eddie said, they were the school’s most perfect couple.

“Not yet, but if I do find out you guys will be the first to know, obviously,” he beamed before quickly gazing over his shoulder towards his table, “I-I should probably head to class, I’ll catch you guys later?”

Watching the young boy run off towards his own table, the trio soon realized that the basketball team had been watching Lucas throughout the entire time he was with them. When Lucas returned to them, the team immediately began tossing glares at Y/N and her friends, but they were mostly directed at Eddie. Y/N knew how much those guys disliked Eddie, and how much those guys pissed Eddie off, so she decided to lightly pinch his arm which caused him to wince a little before jerking his head in her direction.

“I’ll meet you after class?” She said, smiling up at him.     

“Of course, sweetheart.” Eddie replied, his posture relaxing ever-so-slightly as he watched her smile widen, before she and Robin eventually walked off to head to their next class.

He sighed, stealing one last look towards the basketball team, who were still throwing daggers from across the hall. He was used to dealing with some of the guys on the team, since they were keen on buying drugs off of him. You would think that would mean leaving him and his friends alone at school, but no. To those guys, they were the freaks, they always would be.

After scoffing at the thought, Eddie tightened his grip on his bag and walked to his next class.

He would rather be a freak than be one of them.

The school bell finally rang, indicating that classes were done for the day. A crowd of bodies piled out of each classroom, the corridors quickly filling up as everyone was heading towards the same destination. Y/N was stood outside the school’s entrance, her Walkman loosely hanging from her jeans as she looked around for any sign of Eddie. Her eyes panned across to the parking area, soon noticing that Eddie’s van was nowhere to be seen.

Did he leave already? She thought. It wasn’t like Eddie to leave her hanging with no prior warnings. She let out an exhale, knowing that she would now have to catch the bus home, though Y/N knew that the sooner she was home, the sooner she could call Eddie to find out why he ditched her.

Before turning in the direction of the bus, Y/N swore she heard her name being called in the distance. Having thought it was Eddie, she quickly turned around, only to realize that it was Robin standing next to Steve's car.

Although she smiled, she couldn't hide her disappointment that Eddie wasn't standing there, which she soon regretted as she walked closer to her friends who were now smiling back at her.

“I thought you was riding home with Eddie?” Robin questioned.

“I did too, but he seems to have ditched me,” Y/N laughed, trying to hide the hurt in her heart.

“Well,” Steve interjected from the driver’s seat, “you’re welcome to join me and Robin at Family Video, our shift is only for a couple of hours, if you’re up for that?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” The idea of spending time with Robin and Steve sounded far better than sitting in her room waiting for Eddie to answer her calls.

“That settles it then,” Steve says, starting the engine of his car, “hop in, ladies.”

Robin rolled her eyes at Steve’s remark as Y/N let out a laugh, both making their way into his car.

Y/N quietly observed Steve and Robin arguing over music in front of her while her mind was still focused on Eddie. What was he doing at this very moment that was so important that it made him forget about her?

The answer would have to wait until tonight.

After getting out of Steve's car that night, Y/N thanked him for taking her home as she watched him pull out of her driveway and drive away. As she stumbled through her front door she called out to her mom that she was home before making her way up to her room.

Her bag hit the floor with a slight thud before she threw herself onto her bed, Y/N’s mind drifting back to Eddie as she remembered she planned to call him tonight. A sudden ring began to disturb her as she reached out to grab the telephone, causing her hand to recoil. She answered, quickly familiarising herself with the voice on the other line.

It was Eddie’s.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Don’t sweetheart me, you completely ditched me earlier,” she frowned.

“I know,” Eddie began, his voice laced with sympathy, “I'm sorry, Y/N, really I am.”

There was a pause.

“Please forgive me?” Eddie pleaded slightly, making Y/N let out a sigh.

“Only if you tell me what happened.”

“I was on my way to you, I promise, but I got approached in the halls just before I managed to get there. She looked so desperate, and I didn’t feel like I could say no, so I drove her back to mine to sell her some stuff since I had nothing on me.”

“Wait,” Y/N said, a little taken back by Eddie’s reply, “who?”

“Chrissy Cunningham.”

Y/N’s grip on the phone fell limp for a second.

“You… You sold drugs to Chrissy Cunningham? The Chrissy Cunningham? At your trailer?”

A bad feeling began to wash over her stomach as she anxiously waited for Eddie’s response.

“Yeah, I did.”

[rymndsmth]

two things (ben chilwell)

you find something interesting on chilly’s phone. no warnings i don’t think, maybe slightly suggestive? 

You groaned, feeling two things as you floated back into consciousness. The first being your head that was absolutely wreaking havoc, pulsating so intensely that your eyes felt like they were going to pop out. The second being a body thrown over yours, their head starting in the middle of your back. An arm slung over your bare hips, pressing you to their chest. 

How fucked up did you and Ben get last night to end up in this position?

It was all a haze. All you remembered was celebrating one of his mate’s birthdays, someone saying that they could outdrink you, and Ben begging them not to start that challenge because he knew you’d never back down. Of course, he was right. After the fifth double shot you think you howled like a wolf? 

If he was a blacked out as you were, he wouldn’t mind your next maneuver. You had to empty your dangerously full bladder, and also put something in your stomach that felt like it was caving in. The only evidence of hangovers besides raging headaches that plagued you was hunger that felt insatiable. 

As you slid from the bed, Ben remained a lifeless as a log, figuratively. His breathing was deep enough that you saw his shoulders expand and contract as he inhaled and exhaled. Your hands fished his sweatshirt from the pile on the ground before you made your rounds. Bathroom, kitchen. 

His fancy espresso machine had already began to pump and hiss, automatically timed to shoot out the first cup at half past nine. Somehow through stiff limbs you managed to navigate without sounding like a marching band, taking the bacon from the fridge and tossing it into a frying pan. Toast was up next as you sipped the coffee black. 

A phone on the counter lit up, and at first you thought it was yours. Upon closer inspection, you realized that it was Ben’s. It surely couldn’t have been yours because you would never have what he did as his lock screen. Your eyes rolled, recalling the day he snapped the picture you had branded as forbidden to ever see the light of day. 

It wasn’t long after you and Ben had started dating, which made it even more awkward when you spilled wine all down the front of your white linen dress. In a way only he could, he managed to make you laugh about it while he went into the boot of his car to get something for you to throw on. 

“It’s not exactly high fashion, but it’s about the same length.” His infectious smile flashed. 

You took in the jersey in his hands, and shook your head. “Absolutely not.”

“What? Do you-wait…you’re not an England fan?” Ben’s eyes widened. 

Again, awkwardly, you had to admit that you were not. In fact, you absolutely loathed his national team, but you decided to keep that level of distaste to yourself. It would be just your luck that you would be set up by a friend with one of the star players of a squad you’d rather see kick rocks than footballs. 

“I’m not.” Your grin was humorless. 

“Well babe, it’s this or merlot spring/summer 2021.” He tried, unsuccessfully, not to crack up at his own joke. 

A deep sigh left your lips as you took the shirt from him and made the swap in the restroom. Luckily you’d decided to wear trainers with your dress instead of heels or you really would be making a statement. 

“Wow, you’re a vision.” Ben whistled, snapping a picture as you returned. 

“Shut up!” You hissed, but blushed regardless. “And if you show that to anyone, I will literally kill you.” 

The smell of the coffee and bacon must’ve raised your boyfriend out of his slumber. He appeared, eyes barely open, fluffy hair going everywhere, briefs slung low on his hips. When he saw you holding his phone, pointing it in his direction with the screen lit, he immediately perked up. 

“Shit, I forgot to change that.” Ben groaned. 

“Meaning?” You dropped the device to collect the strips of bacon before they overcooked. 

“When I have international duty, I usually change it to that because it helps me. You’re really good motivation you know.” He stole a sip of your coffee. 

“Such a sweet talker.” You tutted. 

Ben rounded the counter to where you stood, and folded his arms around you. Like always, you melted into him. Your head fell back to rest on his shoulder, his lips coming down to connect to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder. 

He pulled away and spun you around. In the space of a few seconds, you were hoisted onto the cold marble, legs spread enough for him to be nestled between them. His fingertips wandered lazily down your thighs. 

“You know what the best hangover cure is?” Ben nuzzled his nose over yours. 

“No, but I have a feeling you’re about to show me.” Your lips caught his quickly since they were close enough.

He nodded, a grunt of agreement sounding in the back of his throat as he descended between your parted knees, tugging your hips to the edge of the counter on the way down. 

With that wickedly skillful tongue of his, Ben managed to do two things. The first, was making you completely forget about the lock screen. The second was proving himself right, a soul wrenching orgasm was enough to get rid of your hangover. 

[chocolateheart]

Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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