#windows slightly rolled down so u get the breeze in your hair

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omfg the latest bear necessities… i can’t stop thinking about listening to romantic songs with him on his new record player

AAAA THE VLOG !!!! please it's so domestic i love it. im in love with him. driving around in his car….. playing love songs and just…….. :(((( he's the sweetest. and him singing? hello???

but yes you're so right. imagine a romantic date night with ollie, having gone out for some good italian food and then going back to his apartment where you're just lounging on the couch, watching him as he tries to figure out how the record player works. and when he finally does, a sweet romantic melody pours out and it's perfect – the whole evening is perfect. and to your biggest surprise, ollie even starts singing? his soft voice warms your heart, and you're so impressed with his italian (as always) and you just look up at him literally like this emoji 🥺 and he makes his way over to you, pulling you off the couch, forcing you to "dance" (move around randomly) with him as your giggles meet with the music. and when you rest your head against his chest, you know there's nowhere you'd rather be in the world 🫶

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In love with you in ages <3

As I said this is gonna be a series of one shots that share one specific theme and story but they are not necessarily related or in order. Just a series of scenarios that pop to my mind :)

Hope u enjoy this, and please share your thoughts and ideas with and tell me if I could do anything to make my writings better. Also I'm not a native English speaker so please kindly ignore any grammar errors haha.

#Fluff

#sweetness

#love theme

It was around 9 in the morning when I pulled up Infront of Matty's apartment. After checking myself once or twice in the morning I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car. I grabbed the collars of my khaki overcoat to block the cold breeze from freezing me as I entered the lobby.

I waved at the security guy who was still half asleep as I walked toward the elevator.

Few minutes later I was standing behind Matty's door. Fixing my hair once again, even though it didn't need to be fixed I knocked on his apartment door.

"coming" I heard Matty almost shouted from the other side of the door, his heavy accent a lullaby to my ears.

Few seconds later he opened the door and his handsome frame appeared at the door.

He was in his black sweat pants and grey shirt, his dark curls were capturing his face as perfectly as always and I wondered if he could Get any cuter when he smiled and showed me his perfectly imperfect crooked teeth. "Hey, love" he finally said. "hey, morning" I said as he made a space for me to enter his house. Matty had his hand delicately on the small of my back as he guided me inside.

"it's freezing outside" I said as we walked to his kitchen. "Did you sleep with socks on again?" He mocked me. "Don't... Start" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's okay Y/n, everyone can decide what they wanna be and you decided to be a psychopath and sleep with socks on" he mocked me again as his hand left my back and he went to Kitchen. I took off my coat and put the books on counter and sat on one of the chairs. I smiled and looked around the house, the windows were open letting the slightly cold breeze inside the house. The house was not that bright, the lights were yellow and dim creating a quite cozy environment. "Tea?" Matty asked. "yupp" I said now focusing on him. I couldn't lie, he looked really perfect standing in the kitchen making tea, almost like a pefect painting, his dark curls bouncing with his every small move. I could feel the smell of cinnamon in the air which was quite comforting. Matty's house smelled like cinnamon and sweets and cigarettes almost all the time and honestly I was kinda so used to this smell that I missed it sometimes when I was home alone.

He put two cups of tea on the counter as he sat right Infront of me, our knees touching.'cookies?' He asked his mouth already full of them and kept a bowl of chocolate chipped cookies infront of me. 'Thanks' I smiled picking one. I smiled as my hands touched my cup, the warmth of the tea spreading all over my cold hands. I took a sip and looked at Matty who was now rubbing his eyes. I realized that they looked red and puffier than usual. "You didn't sleep last night?" I asked. "What?" He said looking at me confused. "you look tired, you didn't sleep?" I repeated, " I did... well I don't know maybe only one or two hours?" He said twirling his hair around his fingers. "How about... umm...What do you say that we just go back to bed instead of studying today?" He said looking down and toying with his cup of tea. "Umm... Okay" I agreed way faster than I expected and he looked up at me shooting me one of his cute smiles. "Can I spoon you as well?" He said getting off his chair. "Yeah... I guess yeah." I said. "Cool" he said putting the empty cups in the sink and coming over to me. "Let's go love" he said taking my hand and guiding me to his bedroom. His bed was still undone and there was books on the floor. His ashtray was on the table beside bed and it was full. Sometimes it worried me just how much he smoked but I couldn't deny just how hot he looked while smoking. "Here love" He said lifting the white duvet for me to get under it. Honestly I felt so much better laying under blankets with Matty than having to teach him. He got under the blankets as well and layed down next to me. This was the first time we were sharing a bed and for some weird reasons it did not feel weird at all. It felt comfortable and safe like I was home. "Oh wait..." He said bringing me out of my thought and getting out of bed. I watched him walk to the music player that was placed in the corner of room "Do you mind if I play some tracks?" He asked scratching the back of his head. 'you're such a romantic.'I teased pulling the blanket up to my chin earning an eye roll from him. He connected his phone to the music player and a frank Sinatra's voice filled the room. "perrrrfect" he smiled getting in bed and laying next to me. We both layed on our sides looking at eachother for few minutes as the sound of rain and music mixed perfectly together.

"I... Can I hold you?" He said hesitating a bit. I looked in his pefect chocolate eyes for few seconds before answering "I think I have already agreed to you spooning me, so yeah" I said and he smiled. His arm wrapped around my waist delicately, carefully, softly and he pulled me closer to him. His other hand grabbed my head and placed it on his chest. My own arms wrapped around him as well and I placed my hand on his upper arms. We layed there still for few minutes, none of us saying a word. The sound of rain, chet baker playing his saxophone and our slow breathing was all I could hear. I never felt this comfortable around any guy in my whole life. Mattys touch was calming me down in stages that I didn't know even existed.

Then his hand went through my hair, his lips pressed a delicate kiss to my forehead, his fingers playing with my hair and messaging my scalp so softly and slowly that it almost made my head spin in so much relaxation.

"Where did you learn this?" I asked once I could overcome my feelings. "Feeling good?" Matty asked as we looked into each others eyes, his hand still on my head doing the magic. "Mhm.. very good" I said toying with the collar of his shirt. " I have so many talents love" Matty said sending me a wink and I giggled. "My Nana used to do this to me when I was a kid" he spoke looking up at the ceiling "eveytime that I couldn't sleep I would go lay next to her and she would touch my hair like this and I would fall asleep almost immediately." He said shooting me a sad smile and I looked at him silently for few seconds. "Do you miss her?"I hesitated to ask but I finally did. "Yeah from time to time" he nodded his fingers now playing with the hem of my shirt. "Can you do that for me?" He asked grabbing my face and looking at me. "what?" I asked Looking at him blankly "Play with my hair"

"Yeah... I think I can do that. I wont be as good as you tho" I said 'I'm sure you will be.' He asked as I pulled him into my arms. his head was now placed right under my chin, his smooth face in touch with my neck as I held him gently with one hand and ran the other through his hair, playing with his beautiful curls and rubbing his head delicately and carefully just like what he did to mine. I heard him him sighing and he held me tighter than before, leaving no space left between us. For one moment, it felt like nothing else really mattered, it was just us and the sound of music was making everything sound so surreal and so beautiful and so out of this world. "Am I doing this right?" I asked. "so right... I think I'm gonna fall asleep soon" he said and I smiled planting a soft kiss on his hair.

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I hope I'm not bothering u or anything, I noticed u were still taking request(?) I was gonna ask if u could maybe create a story for Roxto x y/n , where she's feeling insecure about herself and she decides to tell him after keeping it in for too long and so he gives her some kisses to make her feel better?

Just a small lil fluff <3 and if ur able to do it thanks !

Have a great day! ☆

Thank you for this request Anon💗! I hope this meets your expectations!

And yes I’m still taking requests so if you have one leave them here and your not bothering me at all i love creating these stories for you guys💗!

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- Inadequate -

Pairing: Rotxo x insecure! Sully Omatikaya fem! reader

Both characters are 18!

Warnings: insecurities, slight angst(but not really), fluff

Word Count: 1,425

Authors Note: please excuse any mistakes

You and your family have been living among the metkiyana for a while now. You've been adapting to this new way of life and you've had your eye on someone ever since you came, Rotxo.

You loved everything about him from his black curly hair to how his smile always lit up the room he entered. You and him have been inseparable since your feet touched the tan-colored sand of Awa'atlu.

He adored you so much. To him, you were the most beautiful girl Eywa planted on Pandora. But to you, you felt like you weren't pretty. You felt like an oddball when it came to beauty. You felt like the other Metkiyana girls were ten times prettier than you. Every time you were around the other village girls they made you feel so small, almost like you were invisible. You felt like your appearance was inadequate.

Every time Rotxo would give you a compliment about how beautiful you looked, it just went in one ear and out the other. You just couldn't receive his words of affection because you didn't believe in them. You didn't believe that his words were true.

Every time you looked at your reflection in the crystal blue waters you just felt like you were unattractive. You didn't understand what Rotxo saw in you, you didn't know why he thought you were beautiful when you just felt so ugly.

As you sat in the mauri that you lived in by yourself you looked out your window and saw a tall palm tree swaying in the wind, you walk over to the window and opened it slightly so you could feel the wind glide against your cerulean-colored skin. As you let the breeze hit your skin you heard voices walking past your pod

"Who do you think is the best-looking girl in the village?"

"Definitely Tsireya, I would tap that anytime" one of the boys said which made you roll your eyes

"You know her and Lo'ak are together man"

"I know" the boy said with a sigh

"Anyway have you seen his sister Y/N she is just so..." the boy couldn't even get his words out so his friend decided to finish his sentence

"Ugly right?! She doesn't look half as good as the other girls around here. I don't see why Rotxo likes her when he can have a normal metkiyana girl and not some girl filled with demon blood"

The boys continued talking and laughing about you which made your ears fall flat and your tail curl up and wrapped around your leg. You knew that your appearance wasn't appealing but hearing those same words fall from someone else's lips made saltine tears cloud your vision.

As you cried, Rotxo was walking towards your pod. As he walked through the entryway of your mauri he heard light sniffles. As he walked deeper into the mauri he saw you standing near the window as tears flowed down your face.

"what's wrong baby? Are you okay?" He asked you as he wrapped his arms around your torso and put his head in the crook of your neck

"I-It's nothing Rotxo" you told him as you hurried and wiped the tears off your face so he couldn't see them

"No baby I can tell something is wrong talk to me" he said sincerely trying to figure out what was causing you to feel unhappy

As a response you just shook your head, you didn't want to tell him know about your insecurities. You didn't want him to know that you were self-conscious and that you felt so inadequate.

"I don't want to talk about it Rotxo" you told him sternly which caused Rotxo to step back from you and sit down on your makeshift bed

"Okay, that's fine just come sit down with me beautiful. I love this top on you it's so pretty" Rotxo told you as he pulled you onto his lap and began to rub his hands on your thighs

As he complimented you and showed you affection it only made you angry, angry for reasons you didn't fully understand.

"Stop Rotxo" you mumbled softly but he still heard you

"Stop what?"

"Stop complimenting me" You told him as you felt a mixture of anger and sadness stir up inside of you

"What do you mean Y/N? Your beautiful and I want you to know that" he told you as he planted wet kisses on your neck

"STOP ROTXO OKAY?! JUST STOP!” You yelled at him as you stood up abruptly and brushed his hands off of you

Rotxo didn't understand why you were so angry, he didn't know why you lashed out at him so suddenly.

"Stop lying to me Rotxo! Ju-just stop lying to me!" You told him as hot tears ran down your face

"What are you talking about Y/N?! I've never lied to you!"

"Yes, you have! All these compliments, t-telling me I'm beautiful, always kissing me and showing me all this affection, just stop Rotxo! I know that I'm unattractive! I know that I'm weird because of my demon blood and I'm nothing compared to the other girls here. Why do you even like me?! Why do you want to be with me so badly?! Huh?!"

As you were talking all of your built-up emotions were overflowing and running out of you like a waterfall. You didn't want to tell him all of this, you didn't want him to know your deepest insecurities but it was too late now. You were already spilling your heart out to him.

"Is it because this is some type of joke?! Are you doing this because you feel pity for me and my family?! I don't understand why you think I'm beautiful when I just feel so ugly?!"

As those words rolled off your tongue Rotxo just stood there like a dear in headlights. He didn't understand where all this anger came from, but hearing you say all those words about yourself made him feel so crestfallen.

"I-I I just feel ugly Rotxo so ugly. Every time I see my reflection my stomach churns, and my body fills with disgust. I hate my skinny tail, my huge eyes, my frail body, I just hate everything about myself and I don't know why you like me Rotxo. I don’t know why you would want me when I look like this" you told him as your eyes were stinging from crying and your heart was throbbing from doing the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do which was tell Rotxo how you truly felt.

You looked at Rotxo and saw him just standing there in front of you with a glaze of sadness in his eyes. As you looked at his twisted face you immediately regretted telling him all of those things “R-Rotxo I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to lash out at you, I shouldn’t have do-”

Rotxo walked up to you and began to shush you, “You’ve been holding that in for a long time haven’t you?” He asked you as he caressed your cheeks and wiped the tears off of your face

You just nodded your head in response because you didn’t want anything else embarrassing to fall out of your mouth

“Y/N the reason I like you is because of your laugh, your kind heart, the way you treat me, and how you truly see me. Your not ugly baby and I don’t want those words to ever fall off your lips ever again.”

He leaned your head down and kissed you on your forehead, “You are beautiful *kiss* pretty *kiss* gorgeous *kiss* and the sexiest na’vi I’ve ever laid eyes on. No girl has ever made me feel the way you do.” Every time he gave you a compliment he planted a kiss on a different area of your face

He then moved down and planted kisses on your neck and collarbone. He wanted to show you his affection through his body language, he needed to show you that his words were true.

As he did this you finally were able to believe his words. He made you see that you were beautiful. He showed you that you were pretty even if you couldn’t see it.

“Your beautiful Y/N okay? You are beautiful and I love everything single thing about you. I see you Y/N” Rotxo told you as his eyes were filled with love for you

“I see you Rotxo” you told him as you cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss

At this moment you felt so much love, you were so glad that you told Rotxo your true feelings and that he didn’t dismiss them and instead he reassured you that you were beautiful.

You were so grateful for Rotxo.

You were so thankful that Eywa brought you two together.

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Hiii some Eddie fluff would be so nice! I don't have a specific prompt but maybe like movie night or just spending the might at his? Think it'd be v sweet, and can have touches of smut or not, totally up to u :)

hi love!!! yes yes yes yes yes I had so much fun with this!!! no smut here, just fluffy (slightly angsty but nothing heavy!) goodness!!! thanks so much for the submission! 💕

🔥friday night fever!🔥

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He had to fall for a cheerleader.

It’s a total fucking cliché, he knows, the metalhead and the cheerleader, the freak and the popular girl. He knows people talk, knows there are a million eyes on him when he walks out of Hawkins High and gets into your car since his van is broken down and in the shop, knows what they’re all thinking when you plant one on him in the middle of the student parking lot, giving Jason Carver the finger while your other hand is tangled in his messy hair.

What the hell’s a girl like that doing with a freak like him?

He tries not to think about it, tries not to let it get to him as you speed out of the lot, windows rolled down and Aerosmith blaring through the speakers.

You’re not a cheerleader in Hawkins anymore, but at the University of Indianapolis, your outfit now charcoal grey and red instead of green and orange. Much more rock and roll, especially when you pair it with a definitely-not-part-of-the-uniform messy ponytail Eddie just wants to wrap around his wrist and pull, and a beat-up leather jacket with an old Metallica tee sewn onto the back panel, your answer to Eddie’s denim vest. 

The distance has sucked, not having you whenever he wants now that you’re off at university and he’s stuck in high school for another year. It’s added to his determination to graduate, that’s for damn sure, and when he does get you all to himself, it only makes everything better. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

This weekend has been in the works for months. The moment Wayne had mentioned he’d be out of town for the weekend, visiting an old friend in Louisville, Eddie had dialled the number for your dorm, rattling off the dates as soon as you answered. “You better be free, baby,” he’d said, nearly bouncing on the couch with excitement, “cuz I got plans.”

You’d gotten lucky — your midterms finished on the Wednesday, and you’d headed back to Hawkins on the Friday, straight to the high school to pick Eddie up. Originally, he had planned to come get you from your parents’ place, but when the van had broken down, a last minute rearrangement had your shiny blue car in the parking lot as soon as the bell rang half past three.

And he wasn’t lying. He had plans. He has plans, plans that he knows are going to make up for all the distance between you two the last few months. He knows you’ve been stressed, knows that university has been much more than you bargained for, only finding more evidence in your backseat, which is a maze of textbooks, notepads, pens and pencils, and your overnight bag — a dark vinyl thing covered in patches, some from Eddie’s own collection — filled to burst with clothing, some t-shirts which he recognizes as his own. There’s a six-pack of beer beside the bag, a stack of VHS tapes beside it, and a grocery bag filled with your favourite snacks. Munchies.

“I see you came prepared,” he comments, reaching over to let his hand curl around your thigh as you drive, the breeze floating through the windows making your ponytail bounce a little, Eddie’s hair getting blown off his forehead. “I missed you.”

“Missed you more,” you say, covering his hand with yours. You smile, but there’s something more in your face, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment where the smile looks put on, forced. “Trust me.”

Eddie turns his hand palm-up, and your fingers settle into the spaces between his, knuckles locking together. He squeezes lightly, pulling on your clasped hands until your hand is pressed against his mouth. You giggle when he nips at your skin, fake-growling and rubbing the back of your hand over his cheek. Fuck, had he ever missed you. Has your skin always been this soft?

You take the long way to the trailer park, stopping at the McDonald’s at Eddie’s request, grinning through the windshield when he emerges with a greasy bag of burgers and fries. “And a little something to take the edge off,” he tells you, giving you a peak inside the bag, a ziploc baggie filled with green bud sitting atop the wrappers. “Even a dealer needs a supplier.”

You just laugh, shifting back into drive and reversing out of the your parking spot. “Whatever you say, Eds.”

“Got a little extra for you to take back to Indy with you,” he continues, and you pause at a stop sign, reaching over and grabbing his chin in your hand, pulling him in for a kiss. He sees that same flicker in your face again, your eyes twinkling as he lunches over the gearshift to kiss you.

“My hero.”

It’s already starting to get dark by the time you pull into the trailer park, autumn definitely on it’s way, the days growing shorter and shorter. The moon is rising as you cut the engine, and Eddie’s out of the car like a shot, sprinting around the car and yanking your door open. He holds his hand out to you, bowing low, smiling at you. “Milady.”

You roll your eyes, but return his smile, taking his hand and letting him pull you out of the car. As soon as you’re on your feet, Eddie’s got his arms around you, hauling you up and against his chest, his arms tight around your middle, hand splayed in the small off your back, the fabric of your uniform a little scratchy against his palm. Your own hands curl around his shoulders, digging into his leather jacket, and you let out a little whimper as he kisses you proper, dragging the tip of his nose along yours before his mouth captures your own. You taste so damn good.

“Eds,” you groan out when he nibbles on your bottom lip, palm pushing your body towards his. “We should go inside.”

“Agreed,” he says, smiling into the kiss, speaking against your lips. “We need to get you out of this uniform.” He releases you with one last peck, stepping around you and getting your bag and snacks out of the car. “Go on.” He juts his chin towards the trailer door. “I’m right behind you.”

He sets your stuff on the top step before fishing his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and then opening it, stepping to the side to let you in first.

“After you, baby.”

He hears your gasp the moment you step inside.

“Oh my god, Eddie.”

He’s grinning when he steps inside, grabbing your stuff again and walking into the trailer with it. The screen door swings shut as he sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, and he walks back, closing the front door and locking it. You’re stuck in place, hands clapped over your mouth, your eyes big and shiny, and Eddie moves to step behind you, his hands settling on your upper arms, moving up and down slowly. 

“You like it?” You spin instantly, throwing your arms around his neck and basically launching yourself into his. He laughs as he catches you, arms tight around your middle, holding you close. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes!” you nearly shout, burying your face in his collar. “Fuck, Eds, it’s perfect.” You pull back, one hand cupping his cheek, thumb swiping along his lip before you kiss him gently, soft and sweet. “You’re perfect.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he grins, kissing you back, rubbing one hand up your back, “but you’re cute.”

He’d gotten up early, on purpose. Wayne was still there when he woke up, fresh off the night shift and duffle in hand, ready for his weekend away. He’d watched Eddie with a quirked brow as the younger Munson cleared out the living room, pushing the couch to the side and the coffee table to the other. A shouted “have a good weekend, kid!” was offered as Wayne left the trailer, but Eddie had barely heard it, too busy yanking the sheets and blankets off his bed so he could pull the mattress down the hall and set it on the ground in front of the couch.

He’d gathered up every (clean) blanket he could find, stacking pillows along one side. Your favourite clothes of his to sleep in — a faded Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers — are freshly washed and sitting on the corner of the mattress, along with Eddie’s own sleepwear. He even went so far as to hang a string of Christmas lights around the window behind the couch. It makes everything look a little dreamy, he thinks, and judging by the look on your face, it was the right call.

“You did all this for me?” you ask, your voice a little high-pitched, and he sees it again, that glassy look. He’s seen you cry before — he’s loathe to admit that every time you have to go back to Indianapolis, there are tears on both your faces — but this is different.

“Of course, I did,” he replies, hooking his arm around your neck. “I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He hears you sniffle, and his free hand reaches for your chin, tilting your face up to his. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I’m just…” you trail off, gaze moving from his face as you gesture to the rearranged living room, your hand turning on your wrist. “I’ve been so stressed out, and I have been dreaming about this weekend ever since you told me, and Eddie, I just…you’re so good to me. This is everything I needed and I…” Your eyes move back to his. “I love you, Eds.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever grinned so hard in his life. He kisses you light, tasting your lip, leaning into your body. “I love you too, baby.”

You fall back into him, surveying the room once more, chewing your thumb. Your head rests under his chin, and he kisses the crown of your head. “Come on, princess,” he tells you, arm dropping to your waist. “Let’s get you out of this uniform.”

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Darkened Drabbles: Chapter 17

Four Letters

(No prompt, just third-person perspective practice.)

”Seriously, she’s got it out for me or something. It’s not even a long name; how do you screw that up?!”

The human shrugs, swirling the steaming drink around in the mug, “…happens sometimes.”

”Oh come on, she knows what she’s doing. We’ve been in the same class together for…I don’t know! A while?!” Claws roll along the table’s scratched surface, a low growl bubbling up from the dragoness, “It’s five letters!”

”She did five letters.” Kris mutters, staring down towards the girl’s hands, wincing as her talons bend inwards on the paper cup.

”That’s not-“

”Pronounced the same too.” Kris shrugs, taking a sip from their drink, eyes searching through the diner’s window and out through the surrounding golden forest.

A calm breeze blows through the boughs of the trees, sweeping fiery leaves up into the sky, twirling and spinning before scattering along Hometown’s streets. Fall was in full swing at this point, a season that most definitely called for warm drinks, heavier clothing, and-

”…it’s not how you spell it.”

Kris pinches the bridge of their nose, “Susie, it’s just one letter.”

The scaled girl sulks from across the table, crossing her arms and sweeping the patchwork jacket into a heap, “Yeah, and she probably did it on purpose. You try to break into a place to see if they have any leftover cinnamon rolls one time and apparently that’s enough to hold a whole grudge or whatever.” Susie slumps further into the booth, a sharp squeak emanating out, “Only broke a couple plates while I was looking. Like, I could’ve paid for them.”

”Want me to talk to her?” The human mumbles, taking another watchful sip, crimson irises burning through their curtain of hair.

”N-No! It’s not like…ugh. It’s just stupid.” She pokes at the white cup, billowing steam rising from the cover, “But like, look!”

She twists the container around, black text hastily scrawled along the label.

S-U-Z-I-E

”Do I look like a goddamn ‘Suzie’?!”

Another loud sip rings out.

”Seriously, you know someone for months and months, go to class with them all the time, and you don’t even know how to spell their name? It’s just…it’s on purpose.” She shakes her head, wild tendrils of hair scattering along the booth, “Bet that’s why my burger was scorched last time.”

”That’s how you like it.” The mug rattles back atop the table, “But maybe she was busy? Catti was running around a lot, taking orders and-“

Another growl echoes out. In a flash, boots stretch from underneath the table, laying atop the human’s booth at their side, “Yeah, I guess. It’s just weird, right?”

Kris meets her gaze once more, leaning down slightly to find the girl’s eyes now level with the table itself, maw half-buried in her slumped position.

”You know someone for that long and they can’t even get your name right.” She grumbles, sinking further, “Like, I know her name! It’s C-A-T-T…”

Carefully looping their fingers into the mug’s handle, Kris lifts the beverage off and away. Better to not chance an annoyed dragoness right now, much less with a scalding drink so close at hand.

”…I!”

”What?”

”I. It ends with an I. I think.”

The human’s eyebrow raises for a moment, only to place their focus back onto the steaming drink, several marshmallows bobbing along the surface.

”I don’t know. It’s just weird or something.”

”Mm-hmm…” Kris taps the side of their drink, lost in thought, “So…you still want to go see Ralsei today? I bet we could-“

”Like, maybe she got busy or something, but it’s still weird.” Susie mumbles.

The mug creaks in their grasp. Angel help them.

”I could get it if the place was packed, but there’s only a few people here after school, and most of them aren’t even ordering anyth-“

”Spell my name.”

A single marshmallow falls down into the chocolatey depths.

”…what?”

Kris clicks their tongue, “Spell my name.”

Boots return to the floor as Susie sits up, amber eyes drilling back into the human, “Why?”

Kris shrugs quietly.

”Oh come on, I know your name! We’ve known each other for months now dude!” She chuckles, “Ralsei took me a minute though. Still forget how to spell his weird-ass name sometimes.”

The hot chocolate swirls about, “So spell it.”

Susie’s eyes narrow, “…seriously? It’s like, four letters. Couldn’t screw that up if I wanted to.”

”Alright, go ahead.”

The diner quiets to a low murmur, a lull settling into the once busy establishment.

”…f-fine! God, you’re such a pain in the-“

A sharp tapping rings out from the side of the mug, the human watching intently from across the table.

”S-Stop staring at me like that! Creepy little…” Susie stares off through the window, a sharp gulp breaking the silence, “Bet you can’t spell…I-I mean, like, how about you spell someone’s name, huh?! Let’s see you spell Ralsei’s weird Darkner thing.”

”R-A-L-S-E-I.” Kris states.

”Oh. W-Well, see?! People that know each other can do it easy! I just don’t get why Catti can’t-“

”Your turn.”

The silence returns, another marshmallow succumbing to the pull of sugar and milk.

”F-FINE!” Susie roars, slamming her palms atop the table, sending several napkins flying.

Kris pulls the mug close to their lips, taking a sip, a flood of scalding chocolate hitting their senses.

”It’s…u-uh…f-four letters, and…”

The tapping sound returns.

”…um…”

The final marshmallow falls.

”…C?”

”Nope.”

”Goddamn it.”

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(SMUT) Tiny Swords Part 6 - Eddie Munson x (afab)Reader

This is a smut chapter- if you're under the age of 18 please don't read it. Be safe on the internet ok?

AN: ok wow I had no idea wow ok wow. I wanted to quickly say thank u again to anyone who has read this silly little fanfic i wrote- I've seen like 3 tiktoks with it in them and received such moving comments that it's... i started writing this just because i wanted to write something nice for eddie because i really love his character and to see so many people love this work is... something special <3 i never experienced like this before and it's overwhelming in the loveliest of ways <3 thank you to anyone who has read up to this chapter- to quote the timeless Keanu Reeves, you're all breathtaking <3 i love u all

can you believe its been about 100 days simping for eddie? that's so fucking wild don't ask how i know that it's embarrassing. this took me a while to write and frankly i don't really like it but i just wanted to get it done because i want to write other things, uni is starting for me again soon and i guess I'm not ready for this to end just yet ;-; i had to cut this one short on the count of me not being able to write a propper ending/ have any plot ideas for this anymore. this is just porn with little plot. enjoy!

WARNINGS: AFAB reader, female bodily autonomy, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader wears make up, not my proudest work, safe sex- wear a condom lads, p in v sex, mirror sex, biting, hickeys, blah blah, fucking magic tricks?? for some reason?? talking about the future, mentions of masterbation, i think that's it?

word count: 13047

(complete) PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | MASTERLIST

The morning was quiet and peaceful. Waking in tangled limbs, skin slowly heating in the rising sun.  There was the gentle chirping of the birds outside, along with Eddie's soft snores beside you. You found yourself locked in his embrace; one of his arms secured around your waist while the other rested in your hair. The covers just barely covered your bare bodies, so you could feel the cool breeze flutter in through the window, ruffling your curtains. You took the liberty of shifting your hand to cover his eyes, shielding him from the light before you pressed your face into his chest, inhaling his earthy scent. His lips move to gently kiss your forehead, though he doesn't move to get up. Neither do you- too content like this. You let yourself doze for a few more moments until you feel the need to use the bathroom. Worming out of his arms isn't easy, but you eventually escape. Upon your return, you're amused to find Eddie sitting up with a pout on his lips. He still has his eyes closed, clearly still tired, his hair wild, significantly more messy than usual. As your footsteps approach your bed, his open so he squints at you in the bright room, 

"Why'd you go?" He asks in a whiny voice, still hoarse and thick with sleep. With a smile, you let your knees sink down onto the bed, kneeling beside him. He tilts his head to look at you, and his expression shifts to affectionate; his smile is infectious. You plant your lips to his gently,

"I had to go pee," You tell him once you pull away, sitting back on your legs to watch as he rolls his eyes with a huff, blowing his messy bangs up and out of his eyes, "I'm back now," You say, opening your arms slightly to the sides. Eddie tilts his head slightly to look back at you, an elbow leaning on his covered, bent knee and toying with the ends of his hair; the other resting against his thigh. His eyes dip from your face down your body. You're wearing a shirt of his that you put on in the middle of the night, "Stop looking," You scold with a smile, shuffling closer to him again,

"I'm admiring the view, babe," He says lazily with a grin, groaning softly as he stretches his arms out in front of him and hugs you close. He puts all his weight on you, urging you to lay back on your bed. After moving your legs out from under you, you do so, not finding the strength to try and push him off. Laughter leaves your lips instead as he lays directly on top of you, the weight welcoming and comforting. He rests his head on your chest, in the valley between your breasts- effectively trapping you below him again,

"Eddie," You whine, smiling as you look down at him. He shifts his head, pressing a kiss to the middle of your clothed chest, before looking at up you. He narrows his eyes, an action you mimic and smile back at him, "I just got up,"

"Five more minutes," He grumbles, his head falling back on your chest, soft snores quickly escaping his lips leaving no room for you to argue. Eddie was never one to wake up bright and early in the mornings- staying up so late must have worn him out. And considering you still felt an ache in your thighs and hips, you relent and let him sleep.

The 'five more minutes' drag on for fifteen, before you got too impatient and try to wiggle out from below him unsuccessfully. He wakes again, curious as to what you're doing, and when you answered that you were bored, he lets out a yawn and lifts himself up off you. As soon as you shuffle out from under him, he flopps back on his stomach, hiding his face in his arms and letting his hair fall over his face,

"What're you gonna do?" He asks, voice muffled, though he does just slightly lift his head so his tired eyes can watch you. You don't answer at first, taking a quiet moment sitting on the edge of the bed and just watching him. Without much thought, you reach a hand out to mess with his curls, not entirely attempting to fix the mess, just making it... Look nicer. You move the bangs from out of his face and move a few of the curls from his shoulders. Your eyes drift to the scratch marks you had left behind on his shoulder blades, along with the deep red and purple bruising of the bruise you bit into his skin. Warmth heats your cheeks, yet you let your fingers delicately trace over the red marks, knowing his skin would likely still be tender. He lifts his head at the contact, eyes glancing at a bruise on your knee, before looking at your face with wide eyes. There are still dark circles under them, "Hello," He says quietly. At the sound of his voice, you smile wider, moving your hand from his back to ruffle his bangs. He groans, trying to move his head away from you playfully, before attempting to bite at your fingers. You pull your hand away before he can, but laugh,

"Are you feral, Eddie? Jesus," You laugh as he grins,

"Yeah, and I have rabies too," He says, baring his teeth. Your eyes dart over his sharp canines before he relaxes his mouth into a smile, "What, are you gonna watch me sleep now?" He asks, raising his brows,

"Nah, you're more interesting awake," You tell him, patting the bed and standing up,

"I'm plenty interesting when I'm asleep- oh!" He suddenly exclaims, and you turn your head to look at him, "I just remembered a dream I had," He smirks as you relax,

"Do tell," You wave an arm, standing by your chair and glancing over the clothes strewn around your room. You should start cleaning up,

"Nah, I don't think you want to hear it," Eddie mumbles; his face must be back in his arms. You furrow your brows, before groaning,

"God, you didn't have a sex dream, did you?"

"No!" You can hear the smile in his voice, "Why'd I need to fantasise about that when I have you right here, sweetheart?" You smile to yourself as you pick up a shirt- his- and fold it, before pulling his bag closer to you so you can put it back there. Glancing to your side, your eyes dart over his guitar case,

"She's right here, you know," You pat the case; the zippers jingle. You grab another shirt- his- and begin folding it, "Eds?" You ask as he doesn't respond right away, "Is-"

"Do you have cards?" He asks suddenly, lifting his head so you could hear him clearly. You freeze where you are, giving him a look, "What?" He asks, smiling at you,

"Cards?" You ask suspiciously,

"Yeah," He nods,

"Like playing cards?"

"Fucking birthday cards," Your name leaves his lips dripping with sarcasm as you laugh, "Playing cards, yeah," He clarifies as you start looking through your drawers,

"I've got..." You shuffle through things you haven't touched in years: scrap paper with doodles and notes you passed with Eddie; old notebooks you hardly touched; stray pens and pencils. The items, though junk, fill you with the pleasant warmth of remembrance of simpler times. Before senior year and the big 'what comes next?' question began looming overhead and around every turn- at every guidance counsellor session. Your fingers finally find what you were looking for, pulling the deck out and tossing it next to him on the bed, "I don't know if all the cards are there though- I also have Uno-"

"Oh, bring that one too," He grins, there's a creak and gently thud that comes from your bed, and when you momentarily turn to glance at him, Eddie's flipped onto his back and has taken the cards from the deck. He has them above his head and he's shuffling through them, muttering digits under his breath to count them. You grab the Uno deck as promised, even though the flimsy cardboard packaging is almost falling apart, "There's only fifty-one," He announces, glancing over at you as you stand and join him on the bed. He sits up, still shuffling through the deck,

"Do you know which one's..." To say Eddie was skilled with his hands was an understatement. Of course, it was impressive watching him play complicated riffs on his guitar's, considering he'd learn by ear, but you were utterly mesmerised now; watching the cards seemingly gliding through his fingers,

"Which one's what, sweetheart?" He asks, halting the movements of his hands so you're forced to focus your surprised glance at him,

"How did-" You blink at him. Eddie had many talents he didn't recognise as talents. For example, you found it remarkable that he'd occasionally mention he was rereading 'Lord of the Rings' for the millionth time on a Monday morning as he drove you to school, and by Saturday evening, he'd tell you he finished, eagerly relaying his favourite parts to you. He'd learn all his favourite songs, and occasionally yours, by ear, mischievously sitting in the corner while you did your school work, playing the chords on one of his quitars and waiting for you to realise. And not to mention the elaborate campaigns that'd leave your mind occupied for days after because who would've suspected that Kas- Vecna's own right-hand man- was the one who'd betray him, sacrificing himself to help the party in your darkest hour? Shuffling cards like he was fucking Houdini shouldn't surprise you as much as it did... But here you were, lips slightly parted and unable to vocalise your shock,

"Keep your mouth open like that and you're gonna swallow a fly," He says nonchalantly, with a slight slyness to his tone. He's caught on. You close your mouth, before licking your lips to wet them and glance from his hands to his face. He's grinning slightly,

"How did you learn how to shuffle the cards like that?" You finally ask, smiling slightly as he chuckles lowly. He begins to quickly deal the cards into two piles,

"That's what you're so impressed by?" He asks with a grin, casting you a glance. You shrug,

"You can't just grab my cards and shuffle them like you're Houdini or something!" He laughs again, more fully and in delight, "Explain!" You shove his shoulder slightly as he finishes with the cards, picking up his pile and organising the cards so they'd be even in his grasp,

"Alright..." He rolls his eyes, setting his cards closer to him before picking up the other pile and organising it for you. He moves his head away so you can't see his face, "I may or may not have gotten... A little obsessed with magic when I was a kid?" He gives you a slight glance, the tips of his ears going red slightly in embarrassment, "I thought it'd make me cool y'know? Being all 'is this your card?' and pulling out an ace of spades-" At that, he turns over a card and sticks his tongue out at the king of hearts, before setting it back in the pile and shuffling it, "It's-"

"Do you remember any magic tricks?" You ask him with a smile. He glances up at you, searching your eyes for any signs of mockery. You nod to your cards he's holding, organised so they're all facing upside down,

"Uhh... Well, I just separated them. Thought we could play something," He sit up a little more, holding out half of the deck. Gently you take it from him, humming,

"But you do know magic tricks?" You ask. He grins,

"Of course, I know magic tricks," He rolls his eyes, "I'm amazing at everything I do?" This time you roll your eyes, "Are we playing War or snap?" He asks,

"Snap- I've always been good at that," You grin, setting your first card down on the bed. Neither of you make comment on the face that it's the ace of spades,

"Oh, have you?" He teases, setting his own card down,

"Yeah, I played with my siblings all the time. The key is multi-tasking- talking to distract them but paying close attention to what you're doing and- snap!" You grin to yourself, quickly slapping your hand over the red and black Queens with a smirk. His hand covers yours quickly as he groans, but smirks, watching you take the cards and add them to the bottom of your deck, "See? Good tactics get you anywhere," You tease,

"Uhuh," He smiles, nodding his head as he sets his card down and watches you expectantly. He holds your gaze for a few moments as you glare playfully, before looking down to focus on the cards, "So my dream-"

"I almost forgot about that- what was it?" You ask, focusing hard on the cards. He places a four; you place a jack,

"Yeah- so we were at the grocery store for some reason and I was struggling to pick out a guitar. I don't know why they were selling guitars at a grocery store, but whatever," He says, "Next thing I know, you grab a ketchup bottle- God knows where you got that from, we're looking at guitars-" He chuckles softly, "But you start throwing it all over the customers around us," You laugh at that, barely registering the four you put down onto his. Briefly, you catch the flash in his eyes as he slaps a hand over the cards and grins at you, "Idiot," He smirks as you slap your hand onto his,

"But you didn't say snap!" You protest, moving your hand to try and grab his to pry it off the pileof cards,

"Does it matter- snap!" He grins, shoving your hand off of his easily and smirking as you huff, relenting and letting him take the cards, "See, this is why you don't tell anyone your strategies, babe," He smirks, "You do the exact same thing in my campaigns," He points out to you,

"I don't," You defend, setting your cards down one after the other,

"You do- you're so predictable it's hilarious," he smiles to himself, glancing up at you once he places down an ace, "Sometimes I don't even want to thwart your plan, it's funny predicting what you're gonna do," He smiles,

"Prey tell- how easy am I?" You ask, raising your brows as you set another card down,

"Well- you always use your strongest attack first," Eddie points out, "And you complain that no one else uses their strongest attacks either. That'll usually start an argument with Dustin about planning and strategy," He smiles as he sets another card down, glancing back at you, "What?"

"I mean it's true," You grumble,

"Yeah, it is," He smiles, "And it's funny every time," He adds, setting a King over yours. You quickly slap your hand onto the pile and grin,

"Snap!" Half of his pile is on your bed and you grin proudly to yourself as you pick it up. He huffs, rolling his eyes, "Sometimes," You tease, making sure the pile sits evenly in your hands, "It's better to sit quietly while your opponent talks away," You say proudly, holding out your stack of cards to show them off. He narrows his eyes, briefly glancing down at them, before smirking slyly and grabbing your cards out of your hands before you can react, "Hey!" You protest,

"This counts as a win for me because I have all the cards and you have none," He announces proudly, beginning to shuffle through them. You attempt to grab them back, though huff as he moves them away again,

"Eddie," You whine, grinning as you move over him to grab your cards back. Considering he now moved them to rest in his one hand, he holds them above his head and leans back on the bed. You follow him, landing on top of his chest,

"Nah, I won," He grins, glancing from the cards in his hand to your hand, reaching out and trying to grab them. He glanced down at your face in amusement, before closing the short distance between your faces and kissing you. You could feel him smirk against your lips as you stopped reaching for the cards and set your hand on his arm instead, your other hand moving to rest on his chest so you could prop yourself up, "C'mon," he says softly when you pull away,

"'C'mon' what?" You ask quietly,

"Say I won," He says smugly; you narrow your eyes,

"If you admit you cheated," Your brows raise as he grins, showing his teeth,

"It wasn't cheating- it was making use of an opportunity," He grins, "Say it," He repeats in a sing-songy way. Playfully, you sigh, grinning as you blow air into his face causing him to scrunch his nose,

"You win, Eds," You tell him reluctantly, swiftly moving up off of him and reaching for the Uno cards,

"Ahh, that's music to my ears, babe," He murmurs beside you. The creeking of the bed makes you realise he's sitting up behind you now. Then his lips ghost along your skin, moving from your shoulder until he gently kisses your sensitive neck, tongue darting out to lick your pulse point. Reluctantly, you press a hand to his cheek to teasingly push him away, though you don't expect it when he tilts his head and playfully licks your palm,

"Ew!" You exclaim as you pull your hand back quickly, gasping as he cackles loudly, falling back on your bed as you wipe your hand with mock disgust on your sheets, "What is wrong with you, Eddie?" You say through laughter, "That's disgusting!"

"What!?" He grins at you, "C'mon babe-"

"I don't appreciate being licked!" You tell him. he's moving to set the deck of cards on your bedside table, but halts his movements at your statement, shooting you a sceptical look, raising his brows with an amused grin, "Okay- not... You know what I mean, Eddie!" You say exasperated,

"No, I don't think I do," He grins at you when you huff, "What? So you'll happily make out with me, and let me eat you out but when I lick your hand, you think it's gross?" He says as he shifts and sets the cards he's still holding on the table, then settles to sit on your bed and watches you with amusement,

"Yes," You tell him, smiling as his mouth falls open in shock,

"Seriously!?" He asks with a large grin,

"Well, yeah," You shrug, "I... No- I know what you're doing," You shuffle to the edge of your bed, swinging your legs off the side as if you're moving to leave, grinning to yourself at his shocked expression,

"What!? What am I doing?" He asks innocently,

"You are trying to rope me into admitting things," You point a finger at him,

"I am doing no such thing!" He continues to protest as if he's innocent. Glancing at your hand, he reaches out to grab it. You narrow your eyes at him as you move it out of his way, "C'mon- what am I trying to get you to admit?" He smiles,

"That I don't actually mind when you-" Your eyes grow wide in realisation. He mimics your expression, brows raising as he grins,

"When I what!?" He urges, sitting up,

"Nope! I'm not letting you trick me," You grin as you move to stand. Eddie is quick to grab you by the arm, pulling you back down. With a grin, he leans on you so you're forced to lay down under him,

"Just admit that you like me," He settles. He moves a hand to touch your arms, gently rubbing your skin as you stare at him with an open mouth. His request sounds ridiculous,

"Eddie, I've been letting you live with me in my house for the last four days. I must like you to some degree to allow you to stay here for so long," You tease playfully, "Plus, why am I the one admitting all this stuff to you?" You question, "What if I want you to tell me how much you like me?" You smile at him, moving a hand to touch his neck. It's impossible to miss the way his pupils darken at your words. You let your hand gently caress his skin, letting your fingertips gently trace down his neck, then splaying out so it covers the ink on his skin,

"I do like you," He says in a low tone. You hum in approval, before gently lifting yourself so you're closer to him, and letting your lips touch his. Quickly, he's pressing his tongue to your lips and entering your mouth with a low groan. One of his hands gently reaches out to brush some hairs back from your face, coming to gently rest at the side of your head, "I really, really like you," He pulls away for a moment to tell you. When you open your eyes, they dart to his lips and you grin easily at how they're slightly pinker,

"Just like me?" You tease, grinning as he rolls his eyes, hand gently stroking up and down your arm,

"What do you want me to say, huh?" He grins as he says your name, "You want me to tell you in a poem?" He asks,

"You don't have to," You say, "Though since you insist, I'd greatly appreciate some nice words," You smile softly. He laughs to himself, before nodding for you to move further up your bed. As you do, you pull one of your pillows down under your head for added comfort,

"Something nice, hmm?" He repeats, eyes watching your slow movements, "I'm not used to being nice," He tells you playfully, though his happy and infectious smile proves otherwise,

"Aww come on, you've been plenty nice to me," You tell him as you mess with the pillow, "Reciprocate," You prompt, finally laying back. With anticipation, you watch as he moves over you, settling his arms on either side of your head and looking over your face with those large brown eyes of his. You let him sit between your open thighs, shifting your legs so they're bent at the knee.

His face is relaxed: a small smile stretched over his kissed lips, his hair creating a curtain around you both, so close your breaths gently fan over one another faces. Without thinking, you reach up a hand to gently brush along his lips, feeling the soft skin beneath the pad of your finger. Letting your hand dip down over his chin, your fingertips graze the skin of his neck until they entangle themselves with the necklace loosely handing down his neck. When you look back from your hand to his face, your met with such tender warmth it startles you, lips parting as you take in his gaze. You can see the love in his eyes as he takes in your face. Though it is untouched by make-up to fix any imperfections, and glowing bright in the summer's morning light,  it's still just you. And it's just him above you, loving you for you. Undisturbed in this moment of peace,

"I love you, sometimes more than life itself," He whispers to you. The look on his face is almost surprised at what came from his lips. Like the thought had been running through his head but somehow slipped and escaped past his lips. You blink slowly, fingers halting as they play with the chain, "You just... Waking up with you by my side every morning... I usually stay in bed 'till like, way later in the day," His smile widens as he gently brings a hand up to your cheek, "But when I'm with you... I wake up and sometimes I'm already smiling because I can feel you in my arms. Just the fact that you're here and I'm smiling and I'm just... You just make me feel so happy just by being here," His words warm your heart and prickle tears against your eyes. Your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling. Holy shit- how did you get so lucky to have someone as kind and sweet as Eddie Munson in your life? "Knowing you're with me, right now... Makes me want to wake up and live," He sighs.

All you can do is laugh, overcome with such happiness and love for him you can't even form words- the joy escaping the confines of your body. The tears that had built up in the corners of your eyes slip down the sides of your cheeks when you close your eyes, though Eddie is quick to wipe your face dry,

"Munson, you really have no idea how sweet you are, huh?" You grin at him, moving your hand to wipe the other side of your face as he grins at you,

"I can be easily persuaded, my love," He says. For another moment, all you can do is look at one another. For a moment you're quiet- you can feel the rapid beating of your heart in your chest, the cool chain around your fingers as you curl them around the metal again. The birds are chirping outside, and you can hear Eddie's gentle breathing. His lips are slightly parted. Then you're gently pulling the chain closer towards you, moving your head up so your lips meet his halfway. He groans into your mouth, muttering a 'fuck' against your lips as you shift your legs around his waist and your arm moves to wrap around his neck, keeping him in place for a moment.

When your grip around him loosens, he's quick to direct his head down to your neck, pressing kisses to the bloom of red and purple he so lovingly left behind those few days ago. At your sighs and gentle moans, he smirks against your skin. You can feel one of his hands sliding up your skin, moving under your shirt and stopping just on your side. His long, slender fingers skim the underside of your breast causing you to shudder. Impatiently, he hums against your wet skin and foregoes removing the shirt covering your chest, moving down your body,

"Eddie?" You question, glancing down at him as he slides his hands down to grab the hem of your underwear, moving to slide them down your legs. He glances up at you, meeting your eyes and giving you a wink before he playfully bites the skin on your hip. In turn, your swat your fingers at his hair, causing him to laugh,

"What?" He asks, sitting up slightly. You toe off the underwear, letting them slip off of your legs and off the side of the bed,

"Usually, I'm the impatient one," You remind him with a smile, eyes fixated on him as he licks his lips, moving his hands over your legs and helping you part them,

"Mhm-" He agrees, glancing up at you, "Problem is I've been thinking about you since I woke up," He smiles, "Yeah, that 'poetry' wasn't just bullshit to please you," He grins, settling between your legs,

"I believed every word, Eds," You assure him, "Even though it didn't rhyme," You add to tease,

"You wanted it to rhyme?" He laughs softly, "Want me to write you a limerick too?" He asks playfully,

"Can you do iambic pentameter?" You say through laughter. His brows crease as he stares at you,

"Can I do what?" He asks amused, sitting up on his forearms and watching you laugh,

"You know like Shakespeare?" You smile. He blinks and you laugh,

"No, I can't do that," He grins at you as you continue to laugh, "I thought you were talking about a new strain or something," He chuckles,

"What?" You laugh more, "Strain? Of weed?" You laugh more as he nods, "Eddie- y-"

"You can't blame me," He complains, "I mean what even is... Whatever you said?"

"It's the way he wrote his plays. Something to do with five syllables," You shrug, "C'mon, Eds, it's like the first thing you learn about the guy!" You grin at him,

"I don't care about dead guys," He mumbles, rolling his eyes and leaning down to press gentle kisses against the inside of your thigh, "Care more 'bout you," He mutters into your skin, and you let out a small breathy laugh as you let your eyes fall shut. Testing the waters, he gently nips at your skin, and though you said you didn't want more hickeys, no one but him would be looking there... He's gentle at first until you feel his lips curl into a grin. Before you can say anything, he gently sucks your skin into his mouth, tongue wetting the flesh and causing your thighs to clench around him, arousal quickly spreading through your core,

"Oh fuck," you hiss, shifting around in an attempt to bring yourself some relief. You sigh at the loss of his lips on your skin when he pulls away, "Eds, c-" you don't get to finish as Eddie is quick to sit up and press his lips back against yours, effectively shutting you up. His kisses are hot, wet and impatient, teeth gently nipping at your lower lip, before he shifts his head from your open and heavy-breathing mouth and trail back down your neck. This time, he pulls away to grab at the hem of your shirt, and you quickly sit up to help him remove it off you, throwing it elsewhere.

Before he can dive back to your chest, you kiss him again, sitting up and leaning into his mouth when his hands grope your chest, squeezing gently and letting his thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples. He directs you to lay back down, giving you a final kiss, before making his way back down your body with a grin.

His head dips between your thighs, his hands sliding over the skin of your hips before settling on your knees, gently separating them. Eddie hooks his hands under your thighs, grinning as you twitch and shiver at his gentle touches. Your skin heats at the feeling of his breath against your bare self, shivering more when it hits your growing wetness. He glances up at you once more, before humming and muttering something. Before you can ask what he said, you feel the gentle swipe of his tongue against you and you moan softly. Though you're quiet, the sound is loud in the quiet of the morning and the silence of your room. Heat continues to flush your cheeks as he gives a few more licks; then his mouth attaches itself to your clit and he sucks gently, occasionally flicking the bud with his tongue. You suck in a breath and snake a hand to his hair, ruffling it and pulling it from his face so it doesn't get in the way. His eyes lock onto yours and you can see him grinning to himself.

He focuses on what he's doing, licking and sucking when your breaths hitch or your moans grow louder, only working you up more. You're trying to be quiet, mindful of the open window, but when he catches on, his smirk widens. He's quick to give a harsh suck, before shifting one of his hands and pressing his middle finger to your entrance. It draws a harsh gasp from you, and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth as you moan louder into it. Eddie's grin only widens as you feel his finger slowly slide into you, and when your hips start impatiently bucking against his mouth and finger, he squeezes your hip gently,

"Eddie," You moan, moving your hand off of your mouth and letting it drop onto your chest. When you open your eyes and glance down at him, you see his eyes are already focused on yours- though his movements don't stop. Your cheeks flush again, "Come back," you whine. His only response is a low hum that vibrates along your clit, causing you to gasp, your pussy clenching around his finger,

"Come where?" He teases, pulling out of you and shifting so he's hovering over you, pressing his left hand to the bed near your head. You open your eyes slightly, just so they're half-lidded. His lips are spread into a grin, wide like some maniac, and his chin is glistening with your arousal. He looks so smug when your eyes widen at the sight. Roughly, he wipes his face with the back of his hand, before glancing down your body. He moves his other hand, fingers finding your clit again, still sensitive. You moan at the contact, body twitching from the sensitivity, "Babe," His voice is soft and low, a little sing-songy and expectant, but you can barely hear him, focusing instead on how good he's making you feel. The small, slow circles so easily distract you. It isn't until he says your name and his movements slow to a stop that you finally look at him,

"What...?" you ask shakily, meeting his eyes and blinking rapidly in an attempt to regain yourself, "What?" you repeat, as he laughs,

"You want me to come where I am or with you?" He asks playfully, moving his hand from your pussy and gently caressing your inner thigh. At the loss of contact, you groan slightly in frustration and close your legs around his hand. He only laughs at you, easily pushing your legs apart again,

"You're such an asshole sometimes," You tease, though grin at him. You manage to lift yourself on your arms to kiss him gently. You can taste yourself on his tongue,

"I honestly just wanted to know," He tells you as he pulls away, just enough to speak. His nose bumps against yours. With a small huff, you roll your eyes and shuffle out from beneath him, turning slightly in his arms to pull his bag closer to you, reaching for a condom, "What? It's best to ask questions," He smiles, letting his head drop so he can press a kiss to your shoulder, "So...?" He hums as you sit back up,

"So what?" You ask, raising your brows at him,

"Together or alone?" He watches as your fingers halt in opening the rubber, brow furrowing as you look at him in confusion,

"What does that mean?" You ask,

"Like..." He glances away, tilting his head and letting his hair fall from where he'd moved it behind his shoulders back in front of his face, "...Masturbate together?" He shrugs, watching you. And for some reason, that's the thing that makes your freeze and stare at him with large eyes, pupils twice their usual size, and mouth gaping wordlessly. Not the fact that you're entirely naked, trapped by his arms caging you to your bed; not the fact that he's just been eating you out: the idea of you flicking your bean while you watch him jerk off to you. That, "Not into that, hmm?" He moves like he wants to get up off of you,

"No! No," You say quickly, moving a hand the grab his arm so he stops, relaxing back so he's sitting back on his knees between your legs again, "Just... Why would I watch you and do all that work by myself when I have you to do it for me?" You smile at him. He laughs gently, humoured by your statement,

"I see you're asking the good questions now," He grins, sitting up and plucking the condom out from between your fingers, opening it the rest of the way,

"I always ask good questions," You grin eagerly. You glance down at his hands, then at his boxers. His length is pressing against them- you can see the outline. Without thinking, you sit up more, reaching for the waistband, "For example, why are you so overdressed?" You ask, letting the waistband go so it snaps back against his skin gently. He laughs again, sitting up to remove them, his cock springing free,

"Happy now?" He hums, leaning forward and kissing you before you can answer. Easily, he directs you to lean back to where you were on the bed and explores your mouth with his tongue. You let your hands move onto his shoulders, mindful of the large bruise you had left there, and lightly scratch down his chest. They travel lower until you take hold of his cock, pumping the shaft slightly. He moans into your mouth, the noise muffled.

After he puts the condom on, he presses his hands to your legs, widening them as you guide his cock along your entrance. He slowly inches inside as your breath hitches, and he groans pleasantly leaning over you, kissing your exposed neck,

"Feels good?" He murmurs, lips close to your ear and nipping at your bare earlobe. You let your hands move over onto his back, fingertips dancing along his skin as you smile to yourself and hum affirmatively,

"Really good," You let him know, hissing and moaning pleasantly as he pulls back out to slide back in. He's slow at first, letting you get used to the feeling before leaning forward to kiss you again. Your moans get louder as he starts a slow in-and-out pace, and when he pulls back to breathe into your mouth, he's smirking,

"Babe," He teases, "Unless you want the whole neighbourhood to hear you, you should be a little quieter," He whispers. Considering he's still thrusting relatively slowly inside you, it's hard to focus. Your moans hush as you close your mouth, biting the inside of your cheek to try to keep quiet. They come out muffled and whiney when you tilt your head to press into the pillow. Eddie quickly attaches his lips to your neck again, causing you to moan and clench around him, "Jesus," He groans,

"Am I the only one who's supposed to be quiet?" You grin to yourself, biting down on your bottom lip as he trails his lips down to your chest. Playfully, he bites your nipple, eliciting a sharp whine from you,

"Look who's talking," He smirks, "Besides, "He leans in close to your face, moving one of his hands to your cup your jaw and tilting your head to look at him. Though he's not rough, the act still makes you clench around him harder, "I like listening to you when you're like this," He whispers smiling as you moan again and let your eyes fall shut,

"Fuck- can you go faster?" You breathe, tilting your head to the side and pressing it back into the pillow. He straightens, slowing briefly as he slides his hands around your hips to pull you close. He speeds up like you asked, drawing more moans from you, "Fuck! Like that," You moan. One of your hands coming to rest on your boob, toying with the nipple while your other moves to your clit, quickly beginning to play with it, muscles in your abdomen tightening,

"Jesus Christ," Eddie groans, feeling your walls flutter around him as he moves quickly, cock dissapearing in your pussy. You're a mess- breathing heavily, moans muffled by the pillow and bed squeaking with the force at which Eddie moves. It's possible that anyone passing by very likely knows what you're doing by the sounds alone, but you're too focused on how good this all feels to care,

"Eddie-" You whine again as his cock beings to hit the spot deep inside you that has your legs shaking around him. Your moans turn to desperate whimpers as you work your hand faster against your clit, chasing down a rapidly building orgasm,

"Wait, wait," He breathes, his movements slowing. You open your eyes, blinking at him in confusion. His smile widens slightly when your hand stops moving against your clit, his hands squeezing your hips briefly,

"What, Eds?" Though you're still a little delirious, you manage to lift yourself on your arms slightly, chest rising and falling rapidly, "Something wrong?" You frown slightly as he breathes for a few moments. At your question, he shakes his head, moving a hand up to brush some of the curly bangs that had stuck to his forehead out of the way. He leans forward to gently kiss you, teeth catching your bottom lip and tugging gently,

"No, no," He assures you, voice barely coming through from how breathless he is. He's smiling though, which eases your worry, "Everything's perfect- it always is with you, baby," He adds. A warmth spreads through your chest- you're glad he feels safe with you, especially in such intimate moments. Though it's usually the other way around- him checking in on you- you want to make sure he's okay too,

"Then what's up?" You move a hand behind your head to gather your hair, manoeuvring it so that when you lay back, it's not in the way. While you do so, he slips out of you, and though you miss the contact and fullness he provided, you're still watching him quizically. One of his hands trails from your hips to your stomach, fingers ghosting over your skin making you shiver and tense beneath his touch,

"I had an idea..." He says, "I just think we should make use of that lovely mirror of yours," He tells you, nodding his head in it's direction. With a relieved smile, you manoeuvr onto your stomach, Eddie's hands never leaving your hips. Once you're settled, he shifts around behind you, pulling your hips closer to him and finally settling. You turn your head to the side and watch him from the mirror in your room, smile widening as you see him lean over and press a gentle kiss to your back. His gaze meets yours in the mirror and he grins, playfully biting you,

"Eddie!" You whine, pressing your face into the pillows as he laughs behind you,

"What? Can't help myself, you're just... There," You can hear the smirk that's no doubt plastered to your face, but can't find the words when he slides his fingers along your sensitive cunt again, gathering your wetness. The contact makes gasp as your hips stutter, though Eddie's quick to pull you back towards him. You sigh softly as you feel him gently pressing his cock to your wet folds, rubbing the slick along his length. Your eyes fall shut as he slowly inches inside you, the new angle making your squirm against him. Your moans are thankfully muffled by the pillow, and once he's fully inside, you hear him groan, "Fucking... Christ," He hisses. You feel him leaning over you, pressing gentle kisses to your back, then shoulder, then neck, "Open your eyes, babe," He murmurs against your skin. Slowly, you oblige, tilting your head so your eyes meet his in the mirror. He grins, pressing his mouth against your neck and humming pleasantly as he sucks on the skin gently, beginning to move in and out of you,

"Jesus, Eds, you're really deep," You exhale, pressing your face back into the pillow to silence yourself. His lips detatch from your neck and move to your back, nipping at the skin. You can feel yourself clenching around him, "Eddie," You whine,

"What?" He grins pleasantly against your skin "You like that?" He murmurs lowly, the pace of his thrusts increasing, squeezing your hips gently,

"Mhm," You hum, looking at him through the mirror, "A lot,"

The sound of skin slapping skin soon fills the room as he speeds up, mixed with your soft moans and his gentle grunts and groans of pleasure. As much as you want to watch the images of you fucking in the mirror, you can't contain the way your eyes are rolling back into your skull, your moans growing louder the more vigorous his thrusts become,

"Christ- you feel so good," He hisses, ramming his hips into yours hard,

"Eddie- fuck, I'm gonna cum," You moan beneath him, feeling one of his hands move to start quickly rubbing his fingers against your clit,

His touch alone is enough to make you come undone, moaning loudly into the pillow as your pussy clenches around him. That's all it takes for him to finish, spilling himself inside the condom with groans and moans of your name leaving his lips as he stills inside you, breathing heavily.

You find yourself unable to move, exhausted and trapped by Eddie's hands still leaving a bruising grip on the flesh of your hips, caging you to the bed. You feel a weight on your back, and opening an eye to look in the mirror, you find Eddie leaning down over you, forehead touching your back. He's smiling, and you watch him move a shaky hand from the side of the bed to touch your leg. Soothingly, he caresses where his fingernails pressed cresent-shaped indents into your flesh. Your eyes fall shut again, and it feels like you're flying. Like your falling asleep still drunk.

The first thing you feel when you come back to reality is his lips pressing to your shoulder blade, moving up to your neck. Then his hair is tickling your skin as he reaches your shoulder. Then you hear your name leaving his lips in a soft whisper. The hand moving against your leg moves to gently grip your arm, squeezing once,

"You okay?" His voice is soft; you can still hear his laboured breaths, the warmth fanning over your cheek. He's right next to your ear, quiet not to startle you. With a small, reassuring hum, and a slight nod of your head, he finally moves. With a sigh, his arms unhook themselves from around your waist and he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and still so, so tired.

You can feel the bed dip and move as he moves off of it, pausing at the edge, before standing up. There's more shuffling around, and you hear a zip. It could either be the sipper of his jeans or his bag. Either way, he's dressed. He leaves momentarily, only to return shortly after,

"Hey," His hand gently touches your shoulder and you tiredly lift your head, blinking up at him. He's holding a cloth, "Let me help you clean up, okay babe?" Eddie smiles and helps you lift yourself up to sit, "You're also gonna have to drink that," He motions to the cup of water beside your bed. You must have dozed off and not realised he went downstairs to get it. Smiling tiredly you nod, cleaning yourself off and grabbing the water, "I'm gonna take a shower by the way," He says once you set the glass down. He moves to stand near the bed, reaching out to move some hair behind your ear and letting his hand slowly move from your face to your chin. He tilts your head up so you're looking at him, "You did so well for me," He mutters; your heart flutters at the praise, "If you're that tired, you're welcome to go back to sleep. I can deal with a few minutes alone," He tells you playfully, before leaning down to kiss your head. Though his offer is tempting, considering how heavy your limbs feel and how your eyes are struggling to remain open, you groan and flop back on the bed, "Back to sleep it is," He smiles. Before he leaves, he grabs a blanket you'd discarded on your desk chair, delicately draping it over your form before your reality and consciousness fade away.

"Hey," You can't remember the dream you were having, it fades away before you can even process it, but nonetheless, Eddie's voice brings you back from sleep. It's a small whisper, from somewhere far away in your room. You can hardly hear him, though you stir as he approaches, "Did you fall asleep?" He asks- you can hear the smile in his voice. The fresh smell of apple scented shampoo hits you, and a smile involuntarily comes to your lips, "Shit- did I wake you?" He asks. You open your eyes and tilt your head, finding him watching you with an apologetic look. His hair's still damp,

"Yeah- but it's okay," You hum, groaning slightly as you stretch out on your bed and rub your eyes,

"Sorry," You hear him mumble, and the bed dips as he moves to sit down next to you. When you finish with your eyes, you blink slowly at him. He's holding out a black shirt to you, very likely his. It smells clean though. Looking back at him, there's a loving smile on his lips, "Need me to bring you anything, my love? Breakfast in bed?" Though he means well, the sentence makes you laugh. You stretch your hand out towards him to grab the shirt, fingers skimming over the fabric,

"Is it gonna be cereal again?" You ask playfully, and he laughs to himself. On your first valentines days together, he had brought you a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with two spoons, and though it was ridiculous, you greatly appreciated it,

"It can be," He smiles, as he moves the shirt closer to you, then leans forward to kiss your forehead, "I'm gonna head down but I can make you coffee," He tells you. One of his hands moves up to shift some hair from your face, your eyes falling shut at the gesture, "Still tired?" He asks in amusement,

"Who's fault do you think that is?" You tease, opening your eyes to catch the flash of his teeth as he laughs. He kisses the side of your head, then your lips and stands,

"I'll see you downstairs, babe," Eddie tells you, "Don't sleep for too long!" You sit up, bunching the sheets around you and rubbing at your eyes,

"Or what? You'll get bored without me?" He stops at your door, catching himself on the door frame. He tilts his head to look at you with a grin,

"Sure. I might just drop dead from heartbreak," He winks playfully,

"Please don't," You frown, giving him a pleading look. He simply grins,

"No promises," He places his fingers to his lips and motions towards you and you laugh loudly, flopping back on the bed. You hear the sound of his footsteps descending down the hall, then the stairs, and then it goes quiet. You let out a sigh. You are exhausted, but you don't want to fall back asleep. In general, you just feel tired- not lazy, just tired. You don't want to move...

But you have to. You don't want to waste the day, especially considering how little time you have left with Eddie. A small frown crosses your lips- this'll be over soon. Living together like this with no worries. Just living... Alone. It was so calm and pleasant. Even during your breaks from school, you wouldn't get a lot of peace- your siblings running rampant through the house at the asscrack of dawn and not letting you get any rest when you most deserved it, or bursting into your room and trying to distract you from your work.

Though you loved your family, you realised quickly how much more... Relieving it was to be without them. Though you missed them, you didn't want them to come back. If you could just stay like this, with Eddie, and occasionally your cat... It'd be perfect.

You never fully believed in the idea of soulmates. Sure, you'd see love on the television and in movies but never imagined you'd find anything remotely similar... Then along came Eddie. He loved you... He loved you, he loved you. And you loved him back, and would be perfectly content spending every single waking moment in his company.

He wasn't even gone for a whole ten minutes and you already missed him... You stretched out your legs, wincing slightly at the burn in your muscles and sat up. You should wash your hair...

Eddie isn't in the living room or kitchen when you get down, still messing with your freshly washed and dried hair, though the back door is open and plumes of smoke can be seen from outside the window. You turn the radio on downstairs, catching the end of the weather forecast. You smile in relief as the announcer forecasts that it'll rain later today.

You make a quick breakfast of toast- forgetting how good such a simple thing as bread and butter could be- and sip on the warm coffee made by your boyfriend. His empty mug is already in the sink, though you find no plate. You make him toast as well, cutting the two slices into forths and picking one up, sticking it between your teeth,

"Hey, babe?" Eddie's voice calls out from outside, causing you to tilt your head towards the sound. There are more clouds in the sky than there was yesterday,

"What's up?" You ask, briefly removing the toast from your lips. Hearing no response from him intrigues you. Picking up the plate, you slowly make your way through the open garden door, "Eddie?" You ask curiously, looking out into the garden.

Eddie is crouched out in the grass, far back in your yard, cigarette idly smoking from between his lips and twitching slightly as he talks so quietly you can't hear him. He's still shirtless, the morning sun warming his back and heating his wavy hair. In the soft light of morning, you could see the dark curls were a wonderful dark brown. Next to him, Clara rolled on her back, paws wildly swatting at a piece of grass he waved around for her like a toy, occasionally stopping to let her catch it before prying it from her grasp to flick it over her face. This time, she catches it in her mouth and bites it; you watch him struggle to pry it from her grip. Your lips curl into a smile as you hear him laugh gently, saying something to her, and turning his head glancing around in search of a longer grass stem. He plucks it, glancing at her and making a face, saying something again, before waving the new grass piece over her. She pauses in chewing, before attacking wildly at the new blade of grass.

The sight alone warms you more than the sunlight, spreading through your chest and heating your cheeks are you take a step out onto the grass, the fresh morning dew cooling the bottoms of your bare feet. He glances up once he realises you're outside and moves a hand to shield his eyes from the light. Playfully you stick you tongue out at him,

"Hey," He says with a grin, teeth glistening in the light,

"Hi, Eddie," You say,

"What d'you have?" He asks before you can say anything else. You shift so you stand in front of the sun so he doesn't have to squint up at you. He nods to the plate in your hands as he takes a drag of the cigarette,

"Just some toast and butter," You tell him, lowering the plate to show him the few slices. He gasps quietly to himself as if you're showing him something truly great, like state secrets or a five-star, gourmet meal. He eagerly reaches for a slice, biting into it with a grin,

"Mmm, yum," He says over a mouthful. You laugh- but you can't blame him. This was your third slice just this morning, it was simply that good, "Thanks!" He adds, glancing back at Clara. You glance between them, watching him expectantly as he now reaches his hand down to pet her head,

"You called for me?" You remind as you straighten up. He looks back at you, confused at first, before he lights up, nodding,

"Oh, yeah-" Eddie straightens quickly, brushing some grass that clung to his jeans, before looking back at you. He quickly finishes the toast and you smile at the sight of some crumbs sticking to his cheek. You look at him curiously, before glancing down at Clara as she meows, her face meeting your leg as she rubs against it. From your peripheral, you can see one of Eddie's hands it tucked behind his back. He removes it, handing you something. Your eyes widen at the small gathering of field flowers in his hand, "Got these for you," He says happily, eagerly presenting them to you,

"I-" The words you want to say escape you, losing themselves somewhere on your tongue. You find yourself only blinking at him, then at the makeshift bouquet. With a small smile, you reach for them, hand brushing his warm skin as you turned them over. Your fingers gently skin over the tiny petals, "Why did...?" You begin quizzically, though you still can't find the right words. Besides, the bright smile on your face was making your cheeks hurt,

"Cause I wanted to," He says simply, the cigarette returning between his lips as he takes a drag. One of his hands moves to your face, touching your cheek delicately. His long fingers curl under your chin to prompt you to tilt your head up to him. When your eyes meet his, he moves the cig away, quickly pressing his lips against yours. The smoke enters your mouth as his tongue parts your lips, quickly moving against yours. With a surprised moan, you kissed him back, though he pulls away, to your disappointment, a large grin spreading across his lips,

"Wha...?" You feel dazed, head spinning,

"I thought they were pretty. Like you," He tilts his head, winking at you and patting your face gently, before his attention focuses back on your cat, "Ew, what are you doing, Clary?" He says as he crouches back down to meet her,

The kiss had left you starstruck, courtesy of him shotgunning the smoke to you, and along with the sweet gesture of gathering up flowers for you, your heart pounded in your chest, clenching with emotion. Holy fucking shit... Glancing back down, you let out an involuntary, happy laugh, setting a hand on his head and ruffling his pleasantly, sun-warmed hair,

"She eats grass to help her with digestion and stuff like that," You said softly, once you'd regained your composure, eyes flicking back to the bunch of daisies in your hand,

"Like a little cow," He smiled, reaching out to poke her nose, then standing back up next to you, leaving Clara to eat the grass. Your hand remained in his hair, allowing itself to tangle in the locks hanging by his shoulders. He turned his head to look at you with a small, fond smile, before leaning closer to you as if he wanted to kiss you again. He said your name instead, prompting you to hum inquisitively, "When you're not looking, I'm gonna steal your cat," He said with a toothy grin, making you laugh as he taps the ash off his cigarette off to the side,

"Eddie- no, please don't steal my cat," You grin, glancing at Clara. She had moved to watch you, then let out a small meow as she moved a few paces into the comforting shade of one of the apple trees, laying down on the cool grass, "See? She likes it here," You gesture to her,

"She likes it there 'cause you're not there," He teases, pointing to her with two fingers, the cig between them. You let your jaw go slack in mock shock, though you laughed and smacked his shoulder with your fingertips,

"She's my cat and I feed her every day?" You smiled, moving to stand in front of him,

"Mmm- that's not true. I fed her this morning," He said proudly, "And why did she leave as soon as you came over huh?" He grins,

"Wait you fed her?" He nods, "But I also fed her..." You glance at Clara, dozing happily in the shade by a couple of green apples, prematurely fallen and rotting brown. Eddie hums, and shrugs,

"Guess she's eating like a king!" He grins,

"No, you can't overfeed her, Eddie," You smile, "Otherwise, she gets greedy and swats at us until we feed her,"

"Aww, she can eat as much food as she wants," He says, grinning and walking to her again, petting her,

"Eddie, she can't," You join him, crouching next to him and gently petting her head. She purrs contently at the two hands scratching her head and chin,

"King Clara... That's got a ring to it, you know?" He smiles, glancing over at you and grabbing the final slice of toast from the plate, biting it, "I'll make you a little crown to wear," he tells the cat proudly. She leans forward, sniffing at the slice in his hands, and you watch as he breaks off a small piece, holding it out for her,

"Eddie, no," You say, sighing as she eagerly eats it, "We're not supposed to feed her human food or she'll steal it from our plates," You tell him,

"Boring," He says, patting Clara's head and eating the toast, "Come live with me, oh fair and great King Clara- I'll feed you sardines and buttered toast all day," You laugh at his proposal,

"Damn, that sounds... Extravagant," You stand, grinning at him, "And with a crown all to herself? Why can't I have one?"

"You're not a cat," He stands too, catching you rolling your eyes,

"C'mon, Eds," You smiled, "Let's go back inside before you get sunburned," You smiled, "You're so pale," You prodded the skin of his shoulder, smiling at the white ring your finger left behind in his skin and how rapidly it faded to the gentle red. He hisses,

"Ahh, a little late for that, sweetheart," He smiled, though nod towards your house and fall into step beside you as you walked back,

"Eddie-" You sighe, shaking your head,

"How can I resist the lovely weather outside?" He said sarcastically, gesturing to the cloudy sky, "Besides, aren't you gonna take care of me?" You roll your eyes as you walk inside,

"That's not my job," You tease,

"Bet you'd want it to be your job," He mumbles playfully, leaning his face close to yours. With a laugh and another eye roll, you set your hand on his face to gently push him away,

"Nah. I wouldn't want to be paid for something I already do from the kindness in my heart," You said playfully, winking at him,

"Romantic," He comments, "Do you have any cardboard on hand?" You furrow your brows at his request, "For the crown?"

"You were serious?"

"Yeah, and I also need some paints," He tells you, a grin on his lips. With a hum, you glance into the living room and go to your storage closet, digging through all the stuff thrown in there. Boxes of Christmas decorations; old toys no one wanted anymore. You make a face at a teddy bear you couldn't fall asleep without when you were a child, reaching out to poke its button nose and glancing up at the one button eye. Damn. Memories. Glancing through the dim room, your eyes set on the box with 'art stuff' roughly scrawled on it, with a flat piece of cardboard next to it. You grab it, pull it out and throw it outside on the floor for Eddie to take, 

"I think there should be some paint here" You call to him, grabbing the box and taking it outside to see through it more clearly. You smile at the unopened box of paints, handing it up to him,

"Thanks!" He grins, taking them from you and opening them,

"They're unopened too," You tell him, "Oh, you can paint that in the living room if you want," You offer, "We can watch TV,"

"Sure," He says, "Damn, we really counted on 'The Thing' to entertain us for a whole week," He huffs,

"Yeah," You frown, glancing towards the living room, "I don't really feel like leaving the house today though," You frown at him, seeing him nod,

"Me either- do you have any paper plates?" He asks, "If you put paint on them you can just throw it away instead of cleaning them," He smiles as you go looking,

"Sure," You mutter as you search for a plate for him, lost in thought, "Hmm... Oh, you know what-" You quickly add, sliding the plate over the table and quickly running up the stairs. Though your oldest brother specifically hated you going into his room, he wasn't here to scream and yell at you for touching his stuff now. It almost surprised you the door wasn't barred shut from your curious snooping when you got to his room. You quickly made your way to his VHS collection, flipping through the movies.

The asshole had bought 'Alien' for himself behind your back. You could still clearly recall how he told you it was the scariest thing he'd seen when you left the theatre that evening. 'Ghostbusters' and 'Neverending Story' were also there- along with a few more horror films you didn't recognise and a couple of Disney films you had enjoyed from your childhood.  You grabbed a few of the tapes before heading downstairs,

"Woah- where'd you find those?" Eddie asks. He moved to the living room like you had offered, sitting on the floor at the coffee table, legs stretched out under it. The box of 'art stuff' was open next to him, the things inside having clearly been rifled through. There's some paintbrushes placed bristles down in a cup of water, and there's already some paint on the paper plate you got him. Currently, he's cutting a rectangle out of the card, making sure the edges are even. Clara is laying in his lap as he smokes another cigarette, an ashtray sitting beside him on the table, along with various materials strewn around the coffee table,

"My brother- I knew he had a few tapes but I didn't know he had such..." You sit on the couch and push a few things away, setting the tapes down one by one on the table, "A collection," You say,

"He's seen 'The Shining'?" He asks amused, taking the tape and looking over it,

"Apparently," You shrug,

"This is the same brother who started crying when the xenomorph came out of Kane's chest?" He asks amused as you start laughing at the memory,

"Yeah- I laughed at him the whole way home," You grin as you wave the 'Alien' VHS around and set it down. It's in far better condition than the one you rented. His eyes widen,

"He has it!?" Eddie grabs that tape eagerly, looking it over,

"I guess. He's either really into Sigourney Weaver, or he's not a pussy anymore," You smirk, glancing over the other tapes. Eddie snorts,

"He's just really into Sigourney Weaver, babe," He teases, grinning as he hands you back the tape. You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder, "'Chopping Mall'?" He says, furrowing his brows at the tape,

"Yeah, I haven't heard of it before. Something about... Robots? Killing people in a mall?" You shrug. He hisses,

"Maybe your brother just likes watching robots kill people..." He takes a drag of his cigarette, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "Does he, by any chance..." He smirks as you give him a sceptical look, "Like the 'Terminator'?" You pause to think,

"Yes... He does..." You hum, "He's got a big poster of the... Yeah," You nod in realisation,

"Maybe he's a nihilist," Eddie says, looking proud of himself,

"Yeah. Or an anarchist," You shrug,

"Mmmh- he would dress like an anarchist if he was one," He says, putting the cigarette back between his teeth and reaching for a paintbrush. He begins painting on the small rectangle of cardboard in plain white, "Nihilist,"

"Anarchy's more about watching the world burn right?" You say, "Nihilism is the whole 'life is meaningless' bullshit," He glances up at you, "If we're talking robots killing humans, that's anarchy,"

"Anarchy is standing up to 'the man'," Eddie corrects, "Chaos, if you will. Disorder," he adds, glancing back at the cardboard he's painting, "Wanting to watch robots kill humans..." He pauses,

"I don't think there's a term for that," You hum,

"No- why would there be?" He smiles, "Unless..." Eddie turns to you, eyes wide,

"Unless what?"

"Unless your brother is a robot," You laugh, "It makes sence- why else would he like all those robot-killing-humans movies?"

"Maybe he just likes that?" You laugh still,

"Or-" Eddie gives you a look, "-He's a killer robot in disguise," He adds,

"You can ask him if you really wanna know," You say, picking up 'The Shining' tape. You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking back to your thoughts earlier that morning and thinking, "After all, he's coming home in like... Three days," You say, dejected. Eddie glances up at you, picking up on your tone shift,

"What's up?" He asks, putting the paintbrush back in the water pot and picking his cigarette up from where he'd let it rest in the ashtray while he painted,

"It's... We only have three days left together," You frown softly, setting the rest of the tapes on the ground and moving to lie down on your back, "Then my family gets back and we won't be together anymore," You finally realise,

"Already missing me?" He smiles, trying to lift the mood,

"You know what I mean, Eds," You sigh as you glance over at him. Because your head's tilted to an angle, he tilts his too, making you smile and roll your eyes,

"We'll still be together," Eddie reminds you, "Just because we won't be together physically all the time. You can always come over to the trailer for a sleepover," He adds, "Wayne works the nights at the plant,"

"I guess," You sigh, "But that's not the same..." You fall quiet. Maybe you said too much. The last thing you would want is to scare him away by being too open. After all, you only just said 'I love you' to one another,

"Why?" He asks, watching you. You don't want to reply, don't want to admit your true feelings. He calls your name, prompting you to look at him again, "What's going on? You're being really quiet," He points out, 

"You never complain that I'm too quiet," You huff, watching him smile,

"And I never will. Be as loud as you want, sweetheart," He smiles. Watching your face fall and look back at the ceiling makes him hum. Eddie carefully moves Clara off his lap, patting her head in apology and stubbing out the cigarette, before shuffling over to you. He leans against the arm of the couch, looking down at you, "What's on your mind?" He asks, 

"It's scary," You say in a quiet voice, moving your hand over your eyes so you won't have to look at him, 

"Scary how? Oh God, you're not planning on killing me are you?" He laughs at his own joke. You oblige him with a slight smile, "Are you the human killing robot?" He adds. You do appreciate his attempts at making you feel better but your mind is focused elsewhere, "Hey, c'mon laugh that was funny," He taps your hand, making you laugh softly, 

"Sorry, sorry," You say, moving your hand above your head and sighing. You can feel his fingers gently touching the center of your palm. You meet his eyes again, the warm brown calming your worries for a moment. Maybe he'll think it's weird, but he'll listen. You know he will, "You... Ever think about the future?" You ask softly, 

"Sure," He shrugs, "Though mine doesn't include robots killing humans, I still think about it," He smiles, "Why?"

"I... After High school. What do you think you'll be doing?" He goes quiet for a moment, thinking, 

"Maybe... I'll get a job?" He says, "Wayne taught me how to fix the van, considering we were a little tight on cash last summer and couldn't take it down to get it fixed at the car shop. And my dear old dad taught me a thing or two about cars," He says with resentment, "I think I could pick a few things up there," He shrugs, "Play at the Hideout on the side," He looks at you, "Make enough money to get you and me out of here," The statement catches you off guard,

"You... And me?" You ask, sitting up slightly and turning to look at him with a quizzical look, 

"Me and you, babe," He smiles watching you. He brings a knee up and leans his arm on it with a small sigh, the puppetmaster tattoo on the inside of his arm becomes visible to you, "But yeah," He shrugs, "If you wanna come with me, we'll leave together,"

"Leave where?" You can't help the smile now spreading across your lips, 

"Anywhere you want," He smiles, "As long as you promice we can bring Clara," At that you laugh, 

"Oh, right I forgot you were only here for my cat," You say, smiling as she climbs into Eddie's lap again, 

"Yeah," He grins, scratching behind her ears, "We can't leave her behind," He says, glancing up at you with a pout, 

"Right," You say, "Even though she's my family cat?"

"They won't mind," He waves a hand at you as you laugh, "But yeah. Is that what you've been worried about?" He looks back at you, 

"Well yeah," You shrug, "And I just thought... We haven't been together that long-"

"Seven months isn't long for you?" He asks surprised, 

"It is! I mean- I feel like I've known and been with you for so long it feels like forever- if that even makes sense," You smile, "Just... I don't know- I think I was worried over nothing again," He chuckles softly, 

"That's kinda sweet," He glances from Clara back up to you, smirking when you make a face, "At least I know you like me for real now," He says, 

"You had doubts?" You ask playfully,

"Not doubts," Eddie assures you quickly, "It's more like... Reassurance of something I already knew," He said, watching you for a moment. 

Finding someone like him was truly remarkable, and you'd be forever thankful Mr Richards had seated you near the metalhead, and that you had offered him help with his History assignment. You'd been happier than ever before for those delightful seven months, and his casual assurance he wanted you around for more than that made your heart soar. Before you could cry over him again, you sit up, 

"Where're you going?" Eddie asks, amused as you quickly hop over the back of the couch and head for the stairs, 

"I'll come back!" You yell, running up the stairs, 

"Can you bring me a shirt!?" He yells after you. You're back in less than a minute, throwing the shirt over to him so it lands on the couch. He moved back to where he was sitting at the coffee table, going over the white again, "Thanks!" He says, setting the paintbrush down so he can put the shirt on, "Why did-" His eyes flick over the item in your hands as you sit back on the couch with a grin.

"You never showed me that magic trick of yours," You grin at him, extending the pack of cards in one hand toward him. His mouth opens, before he grins and takes the cards from you,

"What magic trick?" He grins as he begins to shuffle through them,

"Where you lying?" You accuse,

"No, no! I was being serious! I just didn't think you'd actually wanna see it," He says, glancing from you to the cards,

"Of course I'd want to see," You smile, "Are you gonna find an 'Ace of Spades' for me?" You smile knowingly, hearing the Motörhead song start playing on the radio. Eddie laughs to himself, before he stops shuffling and lifts his head up to listen to the song. You laugh loudly as he gasps, 

"Did you-" He grins, 

"I did!" You laugh, 

"Nice," He chuckles, "You wanna see the magic or not?" He says, 

"I do, I do," You smile, watching as he pats the floor in front of the couch, silently asking you to join him. You watch him fan out the cards for you, "Pick any?" You ask as you reach for the cards, 

"Not that one!" He grins as you pull your hand away, "I'm kidding, pick any, yeah," Hum softly, taking a card from the fan, 

"Do I tell you?" 

"You can tell me,"

"It's the nine of hearts," You say, flipping it around to show him as he moves the card back to their pile, 

"That's a good card," Eddie smiles, "Put it at the top here," He says, tapping the cards, "Okay, watch," He tells you, halving the deck of cards and shuffling it, "Okay, it's shuffled right? But you're gonna find your own card," He stopping shuffling and holding the deck out, "I'm gonna go through it, you say stop," He says, ruffling the cards, 

"Stop," You say, watching his hands intently. He opens the cards, and flips the one you stopped at, "Holy shit, what the fuck?" You grin at the nine of hearts, "How d-"

"Magicians don't reveal their secrets!" He quickly says, smiling as he shuffles the deck again, 

"But we're dating! You can tell me," You grin, 

"Nope, it doesn't work like that," You pout, "It's all sleight of hand, that's as much as I'll say," 

"Sleight of hand," You mutter sarcastically, 

"Yeah, it means I'm good with my hands," He sets the deck back down with a cocky smile. You roll your eyes, "I'm not hearing any complaints," You laugh as he pats your knee and turns back to painting, "So are we watching 'The Shining' or 'Neverending Story'?" He asks, 

"I'd rather see the spooky murder hotel and not Artax dying," You say, grabbing the tape with Jack Torrance's unhinged face and standing, 

"It's 'REDRUM', babe," He grins as he grabs the yellow paint, covering the layers of built-up white,

"Right, how could I forget," You smile as you set the tape into your player and move to grab some beers from the kitchen, 

"Have you read the book?" He calls out to you, 

"Have you?" You ask back, 

"Yeah," He smiles, "Steven King knows a few things about horror," He smiles, 

"Just a few?" You tease as you join him again, setting the beer down for him and moving to sit on the couch, 

"Just a few," He winks at you as you click play on the remote.

[fivelakesinwriting]

Drew starkey x reader where the cast is hanging out and swimming at the lake and it’s night. the cast notice the romantic tension between drew and the reader, they all slowly leave so they can be alone. Finally drew kisses her (can u do smut pls)

Hi, sweetness! I actually love this, so cute. And as a water girl/ lake lover, this is dreams.

Author's Notes: I just want to be friends with these people, so badly and this is basically one of my dream parties. And Drew Starkey can take me night swimming anytime... This one is long, but I think it's fun, it's flirty and I think it's kind of sexy. Please let me know what you think xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos (I didn't do full smut, sorry. But it's still fun! I do have an idea for a potential second part...)

Requested? Heck yes! Requests for OBX are open!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

It was the perfect night for a swim. The sky was so clear it was almost as if they could reach up, grab the stars and count them in their palm.

Instead, they all decided it would be the perfect night to have a fire on the beach to accompany their swim. Everyone packed a bag, a cooler and drove down to the beach.

Drew drove her in his truck, just the two of them, down the to beach. His windows down to let the late night summer breeze hit their faces. He smiled over at her quickly when her heard he laugh, her hands pushing her long hair out of her face as the wind created a tunnel in the cab of the truck.

"Windows up next time?" Drew laughed softly as he adjusted his hat on his head then made the turn to the parking lot for the beach. The lot was empty except for the few cars that were waiting for the two of them to arrive.

"No. I like it." She smiled as she twisted her hair and held it to the side while he slowed his truck down, then parked it beside Chase's car.

"Good. I like the whole windblown look on you. It's cute." Drew smiled over at her as he pulled the keys from the ignition and undid his seat belt.

"Says the guy who doesn't have to brush his hair." She replied as she unfastened her own seat belt, then followed his lead and hopped out of the truck.

"You made it!" Madelyn squealed with a slight slur, her arms tossed around her friend's neck, their bodies hitting Drew's truck with a soft thud.

"We were like, five minutes behind you." Drew replied with a laugh as he reached into the back of his truck to pull out her backpack and his cooler. He kicked Chase in the shin as the wavy haired man walked up with raised eyebrows and a cheeky smirk.

"I didn't say anything, asshole." Chase grumbled as he reached down to rub his bruised flesh.

"You thought it." Drew replied under his breath as he lifted their items from the back of his truck and started to walk down from the parking lot towards the beach.

Drew walked next to Chase on the beach, the two watching as Madelyn drunkenly grabbed Her hand, and pulled her down to the shore. An eruption of giggles filled the quiet night air as the cold water of the lake touched the tips of their toes.

"So, you two?" Chase asked as both he and Drew placed their coolers down at the same time. Each man opened the lids of their respective coolers and pulled out either a can, or a bottle of beer.

"Getting there." Drew nodded with a sip of his beer, and another adjustment of his hat on his head. He kept his eyes trained on the shoreline as Madelyn grabbed Her hips and pulled Her down onto the sand.

"Guys! Sorry, we're late. JD forgot that cars need gas in order to function. So, we had to stop." Rudy called from the parking lot, before he came running towards them.

"S'alright." Drew laughed as he hitched at the waist, reached into his cooler and pulled out a beer to hand to the blonde man.

"Are they drunk already?" Rudy asked with a point the girls who wrestled on the beach as he pulled the tab on his beer.

"Madelyn is, yes." Chase laughed as he pushed his hand through his wavy hair.

"Ladies!" Madison yelled as she ran as fast as she could through the sand, stumbling only once, to get to the girls who still wrestled on the beach.

"She's drunk, too. Shotgunned a beer in the gas station parking lot." Rudy snickered while he watched all three women hug on the sand with a raucous of giggles.

"So, we lighting this thing? Or are we going to stand here like creeps all night?" JD asked as he finally made his way over to the rest of his friends and dropped down a pile of fire wood.

The boys took their eyes of the girls, letting them play in the sand for a bit longer, and took to building the fire in the stone pit on the beach. Drew tossed in the match and watched as the flames began to burn up the newspaper used for kindling. He jumped slightly when he felt arms wrapped around his chest from behind.

"Did you bring my bag down?" She asked softly in his ear, the sand from her body falling onto him.

"Yeah. It's right by the cooler. Going for a swim?" He smirked as he turned his body slightly to look at her. If it was possible, her hair was even messier than it had been when the windows were down in his truck.

"Yeah! The waves look like so much fun." She smiled as she ran her hands over his shoulders then made her way over to her backpack and began to rustle through it for her bathing suit.

"First of all, where are you going to change? Second. You're going to freeze your ass off in that water." Rudy replied as he crunched his beer can, tossed it into the garbage bag already full with a few empties courtesy of Madelyn and Chase, then grabbed a full can.

"Question one. I will change in Drew's truck. Question two. You don't know my threshold for cold, Pankow." She replied with a skip in her step as she carried her bikini in one hand towards Drew's truck to change.

Drew flicked a stone at Chase who mouthed a less than quiet "go" at his friend as the woman walked away.

"To help her put on a bathing suit? I'm sure she's fine." Drew replied as he finished off his own beer.

"She might need help tying those strings, Drew." Madelyn stated with a sing-song in her voice, her shoulders shaking from side to side.

"Fuck you, guys." Drew scoffed as he stood up, tossed his empty can then made his way towards the parking lot with his hands in his pockets to sounds of whoops and hollers from his friends.

He walked up to his truck and vaguely saw the shape of her body move around in the back seat of his truck. He bit at his bottom lip, then ran his thumb over it as he leaned against the driver side. It took all his conviction to not steal a peak through the open window.

"Good in there, hon?" He asked softly, his hands still in his pockets as he kept his eyes fixed on JD's license plate across the lot. He would not look at her bare back as she tried to tie up her bikini, one hand holding the triangles of her top to her breasts while the other reached behind her to tie the strings.

"No. I hate these fucking things. Can you help?" She grumbled from the backseat, as she reached to open the back door and shifted in the seat so her back faced him.

"Sure." Drew nodded as his bottom lip made home between his teeth again. He took the large step forward to stand behind her then took hold of the strings to her bikini and pulled them tightly around her chest.

"Thank you." She replied softly as his fingertips brushed over the back of her neck and tied the strings in a knot, his hands lingering over her shoulders for a brief second.

"You're welcome. This is a nice colour on you." Drew stated as he hooked his index finger in the top string of her deep purple bikini.

"Thanks, Drew." She smiled as she sat up on her knees in the backseat and faced him.

"Lady! Are you coming swimming or not?" Madelyn yelled from her spot on the sand, her bathing suit already on which led both Her and Drew to believe Madelyn changed on the beach.

"Yes, Madelyn! I'll be right there!" She laughed while she pushed her hair back from her face.

"Tell Drew to hurry up with your bikini! It's not that difficult!" Madelyn giggled as she took a swig from a wine bottle before she took off back towards the fire pit.

"Don't say anything back. She's more wine than woman at this point. Come swimming with me." She laughed as she reached for his biceps as he held his weight against the door frame of the truck. She pulled her body up close enough for a kiss but didn't give him the satisfaction of pressing her lips to his.

"Alright. I don't need help with my swimsuit, though." Drew grinned as he pushed himself off the truck and walked back towards the fire. He let out a heavy exhale when he knew he was far enough away from her earshot.

Drew, Chase and the girls made their way into the brisk water for a nighttime swim while Rudy and JD chose to stay and tend to the fire. Chase let out a loud yelp as a wave rolled in, cold water reaching up to his chest.

"You're a baby, Stokes!" She laughed as she began to tread water, then make the few front strokes over to Drew.

Drew took hold of her waist then pulled her close to keep her above the rolling waves. Their height difference apparent in the water.

"It's fucking freezing. What are you? A polar bear?" Chase replied, teeth chattered as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"You have to go under! Otherwise you're just two different temperatures." Madison giggled before she dove under the water, her feet splashing water high above everyone's heads.

"No. Fuck that. I'm not drunk enough for this." Chase shivered as he began to make his way out of the water. He raised his eyebrows at Drew as he looked at the woman in his friend's arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"I'm coming, too. I need more wine." Madelyn smirked as she swam over to Chase, her own eyebrows raised up at Drew.

"I'm going back up, too. Rudy is ruining that fire." Madison stated quietly as she pushed her long hair back from her face, and made her way towards the shore.

"They're all wimps." She smiled up at Drew, her arms around his neck as they both waded in the water as a large wave rolled over them.

"I don't know, hon. It is kind of cold in here." Drew laughed with his hands on her lower back to keep her close. It was the closest they had ever been, with the least amount of clothes on.

"I think it's nice. And you're warm, so I feel good." She stated softly as she placed her right hand on the back of his neck, her fingertips twirling the hair.

"Don't get me wrong. I'll deal with this cold water if I can have you wrapped around me like this. I really don't mind it." Drew grinned as he wrapped his left arm around her waist securely while his right hand grabbed at her thigh.

The two of them simply waded in the water for a bit, wrapped around each other and in the sexual tension they had created. She kept her hands on the back of Drew's neck, occasionally twisting a bit of hair at the nape.

"Drew?" She asked quietly after a few moments of sweet silence between them.

"Yeah."

"Did you see anything when I was changing in your truck?" She smiled at him as she placed her hands on his shoulders, her eyebrows raised.

"I mean..I may have seen just the side of these." Drew replied as he tilted his head to the side, the hand he had on her thigh reached up to brush the underside of her breast.

"Drew!" She laughed as she tossed her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a hug, her legs tightening around his waist.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. You're so pretty." Drew smiled while he nuzzled his face into her neck and tightened his grip around her.

"I forgive you." She whispered as he pulled his face from her neck and looked into her eyes, his nose brushed against hers.

Drew muttered a barely audible, "thank you" as his adjusted his hold on her, both his hands on her thighs to keep her around him. He felt her hands in his hair, giving the slightest of pulls and the other shoe finally dropped.

Drew pressed his lips to hers, closing the tiny space between them. He released a sigh of relief through his nostrils while she whined ever so softly in the back of her throat. The kiss between them had been building for weeks.

They finally broke apart, but only for air. Drew gripped at her thighs while he peppered her lips with kisses. Her hands pulled at his hair as she tried to catch her breath again.

"Drew?" She asked between pecks on her lips.

"Yeah, honey?" Drew muttered as he kissed his way from her lips to her neck.

"Do you think I could steal a peak at you in the back of your truck? It seems only fair." She asked as she released a heavy breath, her hands on his shoulders as his lips created a seal on her neck.

"You can have way more than a peak if you want, honey." Drew grunted as he lifted her higher around his waist, he pulled his lips off her neck so he could look at her face.

"Okay. Will you take me back to the truck to get warm?" She asked softly, her eyes downcast to watch as her fingertips caught the beads of water on his chest.

"Thought you'd never ask." Drew grinned as he adjusted her legs around his waist, then began to walk them back towards the shoreline. He placed her back on her feet softly on the sand and gave her backside a nudge towards the parking lot before he ran his hands through his hair.

"Are you guys finally coming back to the fire?" JD asked with a raised eyebrow as he poked the flames.

"In a second, yeah. She's cold, so we're just going to sit in the truck and warm up. Change out of these swimsuits." Drew replied as he shook the water off his fingertips.

"Whatever you say, Drew." Madison grinned as she rolled onto her stomach in front of the fire and cracked open another can of beer.

Drew muttered under his breath as he grabbed Her backpack then made his way through the sand towards his truck - the back door open. He walked to the front end of the truck, dropped the bag then made his way around the open door where his heart began to race.

"You're naked." Drew stated flatly as he looked at the woman sat up in the backseat of his truck without her purple bathing suit, the heat of the truck blasting.

"Can't sit around in a wet bathing suit, and you have my bag." She smiled over at him.

"Yeah, but you're naked in the back of my truck." Drew smirked as he held his weight against the frame of the door, his eyes scanning her body shamelessly.

"Do you want to come be naked in the back of your truck with me, Starkey?" She laughed as she turned to sit up on her knees, facing him.

"Uh huh. Sure do." Drew nodded as he reached down to untie his swimsuit then tugged it down to his ankles. He climbed inside the back with her and shut the door behind him, leaving his swim trunks in the parking lot.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment Thank you for your support! xoxo

Requests for OBX are open!

[whumpasaurus101]

part one part two part three part four

Sidekick’s stomach growled once more as they paced the floor of their locked bedroom. They needed to get out. Even if it was just for an hour. They just needed a break. Their eyes caught with the poster on the wall. They still had that option.

Once they were sure that Hero was gone to bed, they ripped the poster off of the wall. A breeze suddenly hit Sidekick as the wind gently blew through the crack of the broken bricks. They quickly got to work at unstacking the previously broken wall’s bricks and set them to the side. They then slowly stepped down from the window sill.

Their foot reached down to a branch from the vines which crawled on the outer walls, and they slowly made their way down to the garden. Once their feet touched the grass, Sidekick let out a sigh of relief. Just a few more minutes and they’d be out of here.

They stayed near the house walls, in the shadows as they made their way closer to the driveway. Once there were no more shadows left to hide in, Sidekick forced themself to push away the pain and sprinted out of the gates. They sprinted and sprinted. At the back of their head they knew where they were going. Where they always have gone.

They jumped up and climbed the metal ladder of the abandoned building, focusing on not missing a step. Their arms hurt as they pulled themselves up with each step.

The wind blew through their hair and they sniffled at the cold air. But they were happy. They made it up. And so they did what they have always done. They sat on the edge of the building and looked over the city. It was quiet. Occasionally, cars drove by, maybe the odd one or two people might walk by too. But they didn't notice Sidekick.

Sidekick was in utter nirvana. The quiet of the city. The building lights shone brighter compared to other dim-lit buildings. They looked to the sky, it wasn’t completely black, more of a navy. The navy closest to the moon was lighter and a few stars had appeared already.

They sniffled, reflecting on everything that had happened since the last time they had come up here. They shivered as they suddenly registered the cold. Then an uncontrollable sob came out and the tears came.

They flinched when they heard footsteps behind them, suddenly they were grabbed in a chokehold and a knife was pressed to their neck and they let out a cry. “Who are you, what are you doing here?!” Sidekick gasped and they looked up at the attacker, “V-Vilain??” Villain paused for a moment and quickly dropped the knife, “Sidekick! Jesus- I'm sorry kid! I didn't mean to.” Sidekick gulped, “It's- it's okay.”

“What are you doing up here? It's dangerous.”

“It's not, I've come here loads.”

Villain swallowed, “Oh.”

“What are you doing up here?”

Villain bit their lip slightly, thinking of excuses, “Just uhm- getting some uhh air.”

“Ah.” “Mm…”

There was an awkward silence before Villain spoke, “Mind if I join you?” Sidekick shook their head and scooched over so Villain could sit down. As Villain sat they looked to Sidekick, “Were you crying?” Sidekick quickly wiped their face with their sleeve, “N-no.” Villain’s eyebrows furrowed and they rolled their eyes.

But then something else caught their eye, they noticed the top of a bruise on Sidekick’s back, which creeped just above where the neck of their hoodie was. Villain leaned closer and gently pressed their finger to the bruise. Sidekick yelped and flinched in pain. “OW!!! What was that for?!”

“Who gave you that?” “What do you mean?”

“Who gave you that? It's a pretty straightforward question.”

Sidekick gulped, “I uh- I don't know, it's probably just from fighting.” Villain shook their head, “I told Henchman specifically just to focus on your face.” “Wh-why though?”

Villain sighed and cracked their knuckles awkwardly, “I uh… I saw what happened.” Sidekick could feel their heartbeat pick up but they tried to keep their cool, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Sidekick, I saw it. I saw Hero that night in the- the alleyway the way they-” Villain gulped and took a few breaths, “I saw how they hurt you. I saw how- I saw it. Hero gave you those bruises! Jesus kid- how long has this been going on for?” Sidekick gulped and suddenly shot up, “I uh, I gotta go.” They took two steps before Villain quickly grabbed them by the wrist, “Wait! Please, please, I can help you!” “I don't need your help.” What were they doing!?!?! They did need their help!!!!

“Sidekick, please don't do this, you’ll regret it. You'll wish you had asked for my help.”

“Stop pretending like you know what it's like! You know nothing! I don't even know what you're talking about anyway, nothing's happening. Good night.”

Sidekick yanked their wrist back and quickly scrambled down the ladder before Villain could stop them and ran back to Hero’s house.

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[imagineaworld]

mr & mrs smith | b.b

part one | part two 

pairing : bucky barnes x reader

summary : bucky and y/n finally learn the truth about their feelings for each other

word count : 2.3k

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), swearing

bucky slept through the night. he woke close to lunchtime, beams of golden sunlight shining through the drawn curtains. beside him, y/n slept on, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. 

he crept out of bed quietly so as not to wake y/n. grabbing a fresh set of clothes, he padded to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. he also spritzed on some of the cologne steve had bought him. 

when he re-emerged from the bathroom, y/n was sprawled out across the giant bed, looking just as ethereal as she had the previous day. she yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"mornin'." bucky murmured, taking his toiletries back to his suitcase.

y/n hummed in response, taking a deep breath. "your cologne smells really good," she mumbled sleepily. 

"thanks," bucky said, flushed. "steve got it for me."

y/n clambered out of bed, stretching upward once she was on her feet. her pink silk pyjama shirt rose up slightly, showing a slither of her bare stomach. bucky swiftly averted his eyes.

"you wanna plant some bugs and cameras while i take a shower?" she asked after she'd finished stretching. "i'll help you once i'm done."

"sure," he said, avoiding eye contact. 

y/n took her clean clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. bucky didn't hear the door lock. 

he went about setting up tiny, hidden cameras and microphones around the room, the sound of the shower running in the other room. while he was doing his task, he thought about the previous night.

after the two had finished the bottle of wine, y/n asked what side of the bed bucky wanted. he had said he didn't mind, so he took the left and y/n took the right. they'd gone to bed around 1 am, and it had taken bucky a while to fall asleep.

he couldn't stop thinking about y/n beside him, he'd never shared a bed like this before. making sure not to move around too much and to not touch y/n, eventually, he fell asleep. 

his sleep was usually fitful, plagued by nightmares. but that night, nothing. just peaceful darkness and he had woken feeling well-rested.

bucky hadn't realised y/n was out of the shower until she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of loose jeans and a cropped tank top, towel-drying her damp hair.

"how's it going?" she asked.

the floral scent of her perfume filled bucky's nose. "almost done," he replied.

"let's finish up and get out of here."

-

within a few hours, bucky and y/n were packed up and checked out of the hotel, their equipment set up in the honeymoon suite, hooked up to tony's database. 

y/n was driving them back to the compound, stopping at starbuck's again to make up for the coffee bucky had bought the previous day. y/n got a hot chocolate, despite the fact that it was a hot day, and the windows were rolled down.

her hair blew around in the wind as she sang along to the radio, turned up loud so it could be heard over the rushing wind. bucky admired her from his seat in the passenger side, not able to suppress the smile that crept onto his face. he had never felt so carefree and at ease as he did in that moment.

"is that a smile i see?" y/n spoke over the music and the wind as she drove down the highway.

bucky blushed, turning his face away.

"hey, no!" y/n protested. "come back, i like it." 

bucky blushed even more, but stopped facing away from y/n.

"are you blushing?" she asked, her tone playful as opposed to taunting.

"nah," bucky responded, shaking his head. his grin, however, grew wider.

y/n laughed, tossing her head to get her hair out of her face. "this mission was fun," she admitted. "i was worried you didn't like me very much, but i think i was wrong."

"well," bucky said. "i do like you very much."

"ooh, very much, huh?" she asked in the same playful tone as before. perhaps, bucky thought, it was even flirty.

mimicking her tone, bucky said, "are you flirting with me?"

y/n raised her eyebrows, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "i might be," she said. "i might have been for the last few months. maybe." she added.

bucky was serious all of a sudden. "wait, really?" 

it was y/n's turn to laugh nervously. "clearly not very well."

bucky couldn't think of anything to say. he was completely bewildered. this meant he had been right all along. it meant y/n did like him.

"mind if we take a detour?" y/n asked.

"sure."

y/n pulled off the highway, driving through a series of roads overcast with trees. not long later, she parked the car in a patch of land, with a few other cars parked close by. 

y/n unclipped her seatbelt. "wanna go for a walk?"

"yeah," bucky replied, still baffled.

he got out of the car. in front of him was a vast, blue lake, sparkling in the sunlight. all around the lake were lush green trees, and the sound of a family having a picnic nearby. the pair started walking.

"i didn't even know this was here," he said.

y/n smiled. "i come here with nat and wanda sometimes."

bucky breathed in the clean air, savouring the feeling of the sun on his face. he walked beside y/n, admiring the view of her and the lake.

"i did pick up on the flirting, by the way," he admitted.

y/n looked up at him. "you did?"

"yeah," he nodded. "i'm just horrifically awkward and i didn't know what to say back. so i said nothing."

"you aren't that awkward."

"oh, i am. definitely. you intimidate me."

bucky thought back to all the times he'd become flustered by y/n's comments, or overwhelmed by her touch. all the times she'd hugged him and he hugged back, wondering if he had perhaps hugged too tightly, or maybe not tightly enough.

"why?" y/n asked. she stopped walking now, standing under the shade of a large tree a few feet away from the lakeshore. 

bucky shrugged. "the things you say, things you do. eye contact, the way you touch me... i don't know, it just intimidates me."

"how can i be less intimidating?" y/n asked.

"don't make eye contact," bucky said. "close your eyes."

y/n frowned, but her face softened when her eyes fluttered shut. "better?"

bucky looked at her, stood in front of him with her eyes closed. the gentle breeze blew her hair behind her shoulders, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. he looked at her lips, parted slightly and decided he would do it.

he leant forward, caressing her cheek as his lips connected with hers. she made a slight sound of surprise, but she kissed back. her lips were soft, and there was the faint taste of chocolate. she pushed up on her toes to deepen the kiss, tangling her hand in bucky's hair.

when the two pulled away, bucky could hardly believe he had dared to do it. y/n opened her eyes again to look into bucky's. she grinned at him before catching her lower lip between her teeth. bucky melted at the sight of it.

"let's go back," she said, grabbing bucky's hand and leading him back to the car.

she leant back against the car door, pulling bucky in for another kiss. as bucky placed his hands gently on her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"so much for a walk," bucky chuckled as he pulled away. 

"changed my mind," y/n said, opening the door and climbing into the driver's seat.

bucky went around the front of the car and hopped in. 

-

back at the compound, y/n was in her room, unpacking her suitcase, thinking about bucky. 

upon arriving home, bucky and y/n had paid tony a visit for a debriefing before heading to their rooms. y/n had given bucky a smile and a wink as she entered her bedroom. bucky had blushed and smiled back.

out of her suitcase, she pulled out a t-shirt that didn't belong to her. the large dark t-shirt smelled of bucky. she held it close, deeply inhaling the scent. pulling her own shirt off, she slipped bucky's on. 

it fell to mid-thigh, the loose material was cool in the warm weather. she pulled off her jeans, opting for a small pair of lounging shorts, hidden by the length of the t-shirt. as she finished unpacking, there was a knock at her door.

she answered it to find bucky on the other side. he eyed up her new outfit, raising his brows slightly. "i was going to ask if you had seen my shirt, but i can see you found it." 

it was y/n's turn to blush. "i don't know what you're talking about," she said, stepping aside for bucky to enter. the door closed behind him.

"that shirt," bucky said, closing the space between him and y/n. "is mine." 

he's flirting, y/n realised. so she stepped even closer to him. "yours? i guess you better take it back."

she pushed up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. he kissed back hungrily, tongue flicking across y/n's lower lip. his hands played with the hem of his shirt that she wore. eventually, he pulled the shirt over y/n's head, breaking the kiss briefly. his own shirt followed suit.

y/n knew bucky was fit, but she had no idea that his body was such a work of art. strong muscles bulged in his arms, his abs sculpted the plane of his stomach. she noted the rough skin where his metal arm met the rest of his body, and she thought he couldn't be more perfect.

bucky pulled away to take in all of her, to fully admire her in a way he had been too shy to do earlier. y/n caught her lower lips between her teeth as bucky's eyes roamed her body, the fullness of her breasts, the shape of her hips. 

"you're so beautiful," he said. he kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. y/n closed her legs around bucky, holding on as he carried her to the bed. "i've wanted this for so long."

gently, he laid her down, kicking off his shoes as he climbed on top of her, not once breaking the kiss. y/n fumbled with the button of his jeans, which he removed once she had undone them. 

bucky pulled away to look at y/n, flustered beneath his muscled body in just a bra and shorts, which he tugged at. she obliged, eagerly removing them.

he whispered praises as his hands roamed, exploring every part of her body. he unhooked her bra and watched as her breasts bounced free. he drank her in, eyes full of lust.

he began to kiss her again, moving from her lips to along her jaw, on her neck, down the valley of her breasts and stomach until he reached the waistband of her underwear. he kissed her through the thin fabric, the sensitivity making her moan.

bucky had wanted to take his time, but he wanted, needed her so bad. it had been a long time since he was last with someone so intimately. there would be plenty of opportunities to take his time.

he slid her panties down and put his mouth on her sensitive core. she gasped out a moan as bucky's tongue began licking in the most tantalizing way.

"bucky," y/n moaned his name.

the way she said it drove him crazy. the taste of her on his tongue... he couldn't take it much longer, he had to be inside her. he took his boxers off, fully exposed in a way that, if he hadn't needed her so bad, might have made him feel self-conscious.

y/n tangled her fingers in bucky's hair as he ate her out, head between her thighs, her moans causing an ache in his cock which he longed to bury inside her.

unable to bear it any longer, he slid his boxers off and lined himself up with her entrance. in one swift motion, he sheathed himself inside her. they both moaned loudly at the feeling, bucky enjoying the warmth and y/n enjoying the fullness.

"so wet, baby," bucky breathed out, bottoming out and slowly starting to move his hips. "you like that?"

"yes," y/n cried out. "fuck."

bucky could feel y/n clenching around him, the tightness making his cock twitch. he began to pick up the pace, snapping his hips in a way that made warmth spread through y/n's stomach as her orgasm started building up.

y/n raked her fingernails down bucky's back and he growled at the painful pleasure it brought him. each thrust drove y/n closer to climax. 

"that's right," bucky groaned. "cum for me, doll."

y/n cried out as her whole body vibrated as her orgasm rippled through her. her back arched, pressing her body tighter against bucky.

"you feel so good," bucky murmured, "coming all over my cock."

y/n couldn't form a coherent sentence in order to respond so she just moaned his name. bucky sped up his pace, each pull and push of his hips chasing his own release.

with a deep groan, bucky reached his climax, pumping into y/n a few more times before filling her up with his warm cum. he collapsed on top her, both of them panting to catch their breath. 

after a moment, he gently pulls out and lays down beside her, watching her bare chest rise and fall with each breath. 

"you have no idea how long i've wanted that," y/n said.

"trust me," bucky said. "i do.”

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ High on hatred ~

Warnings: SMUT, college!au, stoner!jisung, fem!reader, goodstudent x badstudent, illegal substances, fingering, blowjob, aggressivity(?), choking, hairpulling, penetrative sex (stay safe :c), nicknames (babygirl, slut..), hickies, cuddles!

Word count: 3,134 words (ok cherry slow down ffs) 

Requested: yesyes~ thank u anon for requestiiing cc:

Note: ok huge note here! i literally know nothing about drugs/illegal substances (or even legal substances for maybe except my raging caffeine addiction)  (where im from most substances are illegal heh) so please understand if this shits written like shit) also bad boys x good girls is my WEAKNESS since i always want some “bad boy” to wreck my good girl agenda hahahsh 

Jisung wasn’t the most outstanding student in college but somehow you ended up being partners for a group project. The quiet straight A kid with the failing stoner, you could already imagine how this would go. You sat next to him in the lecture hall after your professor had announced the pairs and dreaded introducting yourself but your parents raised you with the belief that kindness comes first so you took a deep breath and said: 

“Hi! I’m y/n” you smiled at him. His gaze met yours, those dark brown eyes were somewhat bloodshot and his aura reeked of smoke. 

“Sup, Jisung” he waved with his thumb, pointer- and middle finger lazily towards you as his gaze scanned your body. You felt a bit uncomfortable by his predatory stare so you shifted in your seat, adjusting the white flowy skirt you had on. 

“Ehm.. so.. how do you want to structure up the project? I was thinking that we could divide the parts by-” you were stopped by his scoff. You looked at him in confusion. This would be much more difficult than you anticipated.

“Come over to my house tonight babygirl” his corny smirk and raspy voice made you want to punch him. Taken aback you turned your head slightly as you said; 

“What? So I can be another one of the girls you fuck?” your blood was boiling. Who does he think he is with his snapback and  dangly silver earrings? 

“Chill, I was thinking about working on the project but you seem to have other plans in mind with me” he smirked, still observing you. 

Your face turned beet red and Jisungs cocky attitude did not help in the slightest. 

“I.. I d-didn’t mean that..” you stuttered but you decided to shut up to not make the situation worse. Jisung reached for the post-it notes that were by your side and wrote something down. He teared it off the pad and just as you stood up, hoping to walk away and never see him again you heard him say;

“Babygirl, come at 7″ he stretched out his arm, hand holding the note. 

You grabbed it aggressively and stomped off as you heard him yell “Come safely babygirl” 

♡ 

On your way home you crumbled up the note and stuffed it in your pocket. You had no intention of meeting him but when you arrived home you reached for the pink note in your pocket as you took off your backpack and sat down in the kitchen. The pink note had his adress on it. The urge to just scream and rip up the note was strong but something stopped you and that was the fact that you needed to get this project done. You were not going to fail because of some stoner. You unpacked your bag and started studying on some of your other courses but the note always lurked in the corner of your eye. 

Hours later you stood infront of your mirror putting different shirts on hangers against your torso, comparing the colors. Being preoccupied with choosing the cutest shirt you didn’t notice the fact that you tried to look your best for Jisung. Eventually you snapped out of your good girl side that always wanted to look presentable. Why do I care about what he thinks of me? You rolled your eyes and put the shirts back into your closet as you took out a sweatshirt and a matching pair of sweatpants. “This will do” you said under your breath as you slipped into the comfortable fabric before you ordered a taxi. 

“Shit better be worth it” you sighed as you clicked “proceed” and saw the sum. You packed your bag with the necessary stationary, threw on a fluffy ivory jacket and grabbed the keys with a jingle. 

You greeted the taxi driver whose taxi stood infront of the apartment complex. Before you headed out you managed to grab the pink note and now showed it to the driver that nodded whilst the soft radio static played in the background. The town looked so peaceful in the evenings, the artificial lights from the thousands of offices reflected in your glistening eyes as you looked out the window. You noticed that your shoulders were tense signaling that you were nervous which was dumb. Why would you be nervous to meet a dirtbag that has the right to call you ‘babygirl’? A shudder cascaded down your spine at the though of that awful nickname, especially when it echoed in your head in Jisungs voice. 

The taxi halted infront of a long block of brick apartment complexes, the nightlife being busy as usual in the big city you resided. A small “thank you” slipped out of your tongue before you opened the car door and were met by the cold breeze. The entrence had grand glas and wood double doors which opened with a loud creek. You looked at the note once again, checking what apartment number the boy lived in. “248″ you muttered as you made your way up the stone staircase. “Found it”, you stood infront of the slightly bashed ivy colored door. Your hesitant fist made it’s way to knock on the door and after 5 nervewracking seconds the tall, slim boy opened the door with a joint between his lips. Smoke was emitting from behind him and the organic scent hit your nostrils. 

“You came babygirl” he leaned against the door frame as he drew in the smoke from the joint and blew it towards you. You coughed and waved your hand infront of your nose, clearing the smoke. 

“What you standing for? Come in” he snapped his head backwards as a sign for you to step in. You looked down and entered the small smoke-filled apartment. He went to his room and you followed behind with small steps observing the disorganised living space that was cluttered with takeout boxes and photos of friends. His room wasn’t any better. Piles of laundry sat everywhere in the small room and the bed wasn’t made. Did he seriously think that the two of you could do the project when there was a mess wherever you looked? He kicked a pile of clothes away from the carpet and threw a cushion from the bed towards you. He sat down on the carpet as he drew in another breath of smoke into his lungs. Reluctantly you sat down on the cushion opposite to Jisung that was dressed in a boxy white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. 

The big bunch of papers that were required for the project came out of your backpack that was sitting beside you. You spread out the papers on the carpet to make sure Jisung could see but he didn’t seem interested. Instead he kept on smoking as he stared at you intentively, that preditory gaze of his returning. As you were about to start talking about the ideas you had he stretched out his hand offering you a puff. You furrowed your eyebrows as a response to his action. 

“No thanks, I don’t do... that..” you said whilst shaking your head gently. 

That teeth-gritting smirk was plastered on his face as he said:

“You sure babygirl? It will help you relax” he heightened his eyebrows at you. 

Normally you would be very stubborn. You never let anyone do something to you that you didn’t like but in that moment you were swooned by his presence. Was it your feelings or the smoke that you had been breathing in? Without thinking twice you grabbed the joint from his hand to which he licked his lips, grinning.

You put it against your lips and puffed deeply, tasting the smoke in your mouth and feeling it spread in your lungs. A loud cough startled Jisung a bit and you passed the joint back to the brown haired boy. Instantly he looked thousands times more attractive. ‘I must be crazy’ you though as you gently shook your head and tried to concentrate at the papers laid out infront of you. In your peripheral view you saw Jisung shift closer to you and you lifted your head up to look at him. There was something intoxicating about him. The way his brown locks hanged over his eyes or how his piercings shined in the light from outside or maybe it was that veiny hand that held the flaming joint. Whatever it was you found yourself leaning closer to him. Just as he hit the joint again, the smoke spreading in his mouth, you attached your light pink lips onto his plump ones. Jisung opened his mouth in the kiss, crashing his tongue on yours which made the smoke enter your mouth. Being to caught up in the moment Jisung put out the joint on the dark wood flooring which probably was a huge fire hazard but did either of you care in the moment? No. 

The kiss was passionate coming from the tremendous amount of sexual tension in the air. Jisung veiny hand cupped your blushing cheek for a second before it snaked around the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the wet sloppy kiss. You broke the kiss for a moment to stand up and Jisung did the same but only for a moment as you were pushed down against the unmade bed. It smelled just like him. The substances he was smoking accentuated his natural smell because of course it wasn’t just weed but tobacco as well. You remembered the countless times he had been smoking a cigarette with his friends outside the college department and the momentary eye contact the two of you made before you hurried off to your other classes. It always seemed like his gaze lingered on you even as you walked away. 

You landed with your hands beside your head. As Jisung hovered above you he held both of your hands in his, pinning you to the bed. The wet patch in your panties was growing simply by seeing him on top of you. He leaned down to kiss you once again, biting so hard on your bottom lip that it almost drew blood. The two tongues fought for dominance but the second his hand crept underneath your sweatshirt you lost, a low whine escape your mouth in defeat. Your heads twisted as the makeout session got a slow but steady pace. His hand was warm but more substantial than you though against your boobs which he squeezed harshly through your white bra. Involuntarily your hand grabs a fist of his hair making him smirk against the kiss.

“Desperate babygirl?” he coaxes you. 

“Desperate to get this over with so we can work on the project” you answer inbetween kisses.

“I think you have a much bigger problem to worry about” he growled and looked down for a split second.

As if the smoke wasn’t enough this just added fuel to the fire, both to the deep red color your cheeks were stained with and the wetness in your panties. His clothes were off in a blink and before you knew it he was pulling away yours as well, leaving you with nothing but your slightly embarrassing pink panties that were decorated with a small animal print. 

“Aren’t you adorable?” he cooed at you as his hand trailed down your torso and plummeted into your panties. 

“Shut up-ahh” your attempt of trying to bring his cocky attitude failed once again when he brutally entered two fingers into your sopping cunt. You couldn’t help but to moan as he started to pump his digits inside of you obviously enjoying the sight of the good girl being demolished beneath his touch. When he started to circle your clit with his thumb you held on to his wrist, digging your nails into his skin in order to stop a loud moan. Jisungs fingertips grazed your g-spot and by this point your small whines turned into breathy moans. 

“I though you didn’t like me?” he said arrogantly.

“I don’t” you tried to keep your composure even though his fingers felt so good inside of you. 

“Judging by your wet cunt you seem to like me very much, babygirl” he said while grabbing a fistful of your hair. You couldn’t argue because if you really hated him why were you so desperate to have his length inside of you? 

Jisungs fingers pulled out of you, your juices covered his digits and as his fingers got closer to your face you opened your mouth and sucked them clean. He harshly pulls you up by your hair, now sitting on the edge of the bed as Jisung stands infront of you. His dick had both girth and length which made your mouth water by just the sight. The red tip was decorated with a bead of precum and as he still held your hair he put the tip against your lips. Instantly you started sucking him off. First you kitten licked the tip of his immense dick being a bit afraid of his size but Jisung got impatient and yanked you by your hair once again, making you take him fully in your mouth and choking. Your eyes burned as they teared up but that didn’t stop you from sucking him off, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head profusely. He didn’t seem too impressed though. 

“I think I found one thing babygirl can’t do. Sucking dick” he grinned as he looked you deep in the eyes for a second before he bucked his hips into your mouth and facefucked you. His length hit the back of your throat everytime he fucked into you but you were to busy looking at his perfect face. Those sinful grunts that came out from his mouth made you rub your thighs in desperation. How could someone you hated look so ethereal with his dick in your mouth? The way sweat beads formed around his temple and coated a couple of those light brown streaks. The way his big hand held your hair tightly and most importantly those sounds. Those lewd sounds that rolled off his tongue. 

He rolled his head back and then looked back at you, catching you staring at him. 

“No I definitely think babygirl likes me. Those loving eyes don’t lie” he uttered, staring at you and stroking a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

As he pulled out you caught your breath and coughed a for bit before you scooted back on the bed, dragging Jisung by his hand which landed him on top of you once again. He seperated your legs with his knee and lined himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. His girth with the slow movement made you roll your eyes back, the feeling of being filled made you content. 

“Fuck...you feel so tight” he said, brows furrowed as he started to slowly push in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss to muffle your moans. The pace steadily increased as you bit his bottom lip while kissing, returning the favor from before that contributed to your swollen lips. When the kiss broke a string of spit seperated your lips as the both of you panted from the thrusts that were becoming more aggressive. You moaned as you gripped onto the bedsheets upon which your knuckles whitened. Jisungs noises turned you on crazily but when he snaked his hand around your neck you could only whine in response. He choked you and held you pinned down stopping you from squirming away.  The other hand was circling your clit which only heightened the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull. A squeak erupted from the bed everytime Jisung pounded into your soaked cunt but that wasn’t the only sound. The both of you moaned in unison which fit the sound of skin slapping that was filling the room. You tightly shut your eyes trying to silence a moan but opened them soon after, meeting Jisungs brown orbs. His lids were low from the blunt smoke but that only gave his arrogant attitude a boost. 

You could feel that he was near by the way his dick twitched inside of you. Feeling cocky you decided to clench against his length which also pushed you closer to your own release. He was clearly getting pissed and leaned down to your neck, sucking purple marks onto it which would be impossible to cover up. You whined and squirmed as you needed to go to school tomorrow and couldn’t bear the strange looks from others when your neck was covered in bruises. 

“That’s what you get for clenching around me like a little slut” he growled against your neck as you clenched around him once again earning a moan from him. Now he was getting really close and so were you. His thrusts got harder but sloppier, your boobs bouncing with the pace. You clenched around him one last time and that was the trigger for Jisungs release. The vein on his neck popped up to the surface as his jaw hanged open. Your cunt filled with his warm load which made you cum grip tightly on anything beside you. The both of you rode out the orgasm which made your legs shake and spine bend up from the mattress. Eventually Jisung pulled out leaving you feeling empty with his white cum dripping out of your hole. He layed beside you and panted, chest heaving. You layed there in silence for a minute, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the dark evening. Deciding to clean up the mess he had made you stood up causing the cum to leak down your unstable leg but before you could take a step Jisung grabbed your soft hand and pulled you down onto the bed again. You looked at him in confusion. 

“You weren’t planning on leaving me without any cuddles?” he said with a slightly whining voice.  

You couldn’t believe what you heard. Before another thought could cross your mind you were already snuggled up in his arms, your head against his heaving chest. It was cozy and you felt safe despite that you barely knew him. You stroked his cheek gently as you observed his perfect facial features. Sure, his attitude could use some work but his face had a flawless charm. 

“We should study more often” he muttered against your hair as he kissed you on your head. 

Even if the caring boy was high off his rockers your heart fluttered at his words. You blushed as you snuggled closer to his chest, falling sound asleep in his grasp. 

[whaleofatjme1920]

Could you write a scenario with the red string soul mate au, with Masky taking the reader as a new proxy for his group. ♡

[Masky X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: none]

[AN: probably not as fluffy as you'd like but,,,,, I kinda like it this way??? Anyways, just let me know if this fails to meet your expectations and I'll whip something else up <3]

Red strings of fate are amongst the most common kind of soul mate identifiers, and almost every human has one. They range from clocks on wrists, counters on the backs of hands, marks that grow with the first touch, glowing, but none are more prevalent than the red strings.

Tim was one such man that had a red string of fate, and most of the time, he forgot it was even present.

Normally, red strings aren’t visible all the time to the person they’re attached to (with the person they’re attached to being the only ones who can see it) unless the two are in close proximity to each other. What counts as close proximity varies on the soul mates.

Tim has only seen his red string of fate once before his proxy life. Just once. Back when he was a college student. Walking on campus to class and all of a sudden, a red thread on his right hand beamed like rubies in sunlight and dashed out on its path to somewhere far off campus. He was mesmerized by the image before it faded out of his sight. He took that as a sign that someone, somewhere, out in the world, was capable of loving him.

He didn’t see that string again until he was summoned back to the mansion in Rosswood on the orders of his boss.

“A-Are we t-there yet?” Toby asks with a groan, forearm still flopped over his eyes as he leaned pathetically against Kate in the backseat as she fanned herself with a magazine.

“You guys really had to choose the car with no working AC, didn’t you?” She hisses as she fans Toby as well.

“Shut up,” Brian laughs, finally pulling into the parking lot of a forest they were all too familiar with.

Tim rolls his window up and then unbuckles his seat belt, mentally giving the green light for his teammates to do the same as car doors get thrown open to the hot summer air. Tim can hear crickets chirping and grass rustling slightly in the breeze. At least there is a breeze to begin with.

After he and Brian get backpacks from the car full of things they might need, especially water, the four take into the woods.

“So, what are we here for?” Kate asks, pulling her shoulder length black hair into a tight bun. It’s anything to keep the heat and sweat off her as her free hand swats away the gnats.

“Getting a new teammate,” Tim answers, his eyes dark and tired. He hears groans from both Toby and Kate. “I know, I know, I was against it at first too,” he continues, his hands moving past the thick summer foliage.

Toby rolls his eyes as he thwacks aside the branches and brambles. “W-Why do we n-need another one? T-That’d bump u-us up to f-f-five,” he mutters clearly not pleased with the fact a new member is coming in. Granted, he was a little pleased this group would be getting a runt, but at the same time, the bigger the group, the more problems.

Brian, sensing Tim’s exhaustion, takes over instead. “No arguing with the Operator’s words, Tobes,” the blond haired man sighs as he picks a leaf off a low hanging branch and offers it to Toby like an impatient child. “We’ll just have to make do.”

“Reassuring,” Toby deadpans as he takes the leaf, mildly amused with it as he keeps pace with his group.

Tim continues to lead, his right hand pinky feeling more and more uncomfortable as they draw deeper and deeper in the woods. He knows they’re going to be reaching the veil soon, and he knows he needs to ask for permission… Then why can’t he pay attention? He’s so focused on how his finger burns that he doesn’t even realize he’s surrounded in fog.

Brian’s hand is on his shoulder. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He inquires, head cocking gently to the side as the thick fog spreads like cold, welcoming dew on his and his teammates’s clothes and skin. It’s a much more pleasant feeling than sweat beading from the hot summer sun.

Tim blinks a few times. ‘How did we get in here?’ He’s of course, referring to the in-between, the most dangerous part of Rosswood. It’s the veil between the world as you know it, and the Operator’s realm.

‘You kinda zoned out so I asked permission instead,’ Brian shrugs before moving quietly and slowly through the fog, taking point as Tim gathers himself. ‘No big deal, but a penny for your thoughts?’

Tim dips down and walks softly alongside his group, praying they don’t capture the attention of something ghastly like the not-deer or those poor humans who couldn’t find their way back out. ‘My finger feels weird,’ he begins, earning quiet snorts from all of his teammates. Tim mentally hisses at both Kate and Toby, who, like children who had just been caught doing something bad, put their hands over their mouths and stifle their giggles.

‘Y’think it has to do with..?’ Brian trails off slightly.

Tim shakes the thought off but keeps it in the back of his head as the fog finally begins to dissipate and the smells of sweet garden begin to fill his nose. His finger burns brighter. ‘I think you’re right,’ he suddenly states, chocolate colored eyes wide at the sight of that red string looping through the open gates of the Operator’s mansion and leading to the inside. It looks strong and grows brightly - is the string thicker than he remembers?

There’s an old wives’ tale that says the thicker the string, the thicker the bond.

Tim takes in a sharp breath and brushes off the confused looks of his companions, instead remembering that he is a group leader and has a new teammate to pick up. He walks proudly and confidently through the garden, signifying he is well respected in proxy society, and that his business is with the tall man himself.

The doors to the grand mansion open for him, and Tim’s eyes attempt to focus on the beautiful changes to the foyer but find that his attention remains on his thread.

“Where is it leading?” Kate asks, a small smirk on her lips.

Tim’s eyes glance upwards to the office, and Kate giggles.

Every step up to the doors of the Operator’s office brings him closer and closer to the end of his string. His heart is pounding in his chest.

“Come in, there’s someone I want you to meet,” the Operator’s smooth, velvety voice beckons, the doors opening and revealing a beautiful dark room. It smells heavenly, and light pours through the windows revealing the afternoon sun and the blue sky.

There’s someone standing with their back to you

“Say hello, Reader,” the Operator says, his hand resting on the person’s shoulder.

His eyes widen once more like a deer in headlights as you turn, your eyes are beautiful. He watches as your left hand raises, waving, and in response, he raises his right, bound together by that red string.

No one else matters in this moment. Not the budding smiles and sounds of happiness from his teammates, not the Operator's knowing hum, just you.

You are all that he sees.

“Do you accept-”

“I do,” Tim answers, cutting his boss off in accepting you to his group.

The Operator chuckles.

Tim steps closer to you, and you meet him halfway.

[plant-flwrs]

lacquer // fred weasley

masterlist!

a/n: hey y’all..... hope u all still love me this is my peace offering <3 i take some pretty big exams tomorrow and my brain is kind of restless but also unproductive, so i cranked this out. i have no idea if its complete shit or not so lmk if i should jump into lava after u read it. also send good vibes for me and my exam tmr. love y’all. 

summary: Fred asks you to paint his nails

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The first time you noticed Fred staring, you were sitting on the floor in front of his bed, using his trunk as a desk as you worked on some Potions notes. Fred hung off the end of his bed, looking at you from upside down. The blood was rushing to his head, so his hair and face were just about the same color. He didn’t seem inclined to move, however, and his eyes were staring at the way your hands glided over the scroll you wrote on. You thought he might like your handwriting, or maybe he was just zoned out. 

The second time you noticed him staring, you were leaning against a thick oak tree by the Black Lake. Fred was laying between your legs, head propped up on your stomach. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, fingers tapping mindlessly on his chest. His head was tilted down, and you thought he had fallen asleep until his arms were moving. His larger hands grasped yours, twining your fingers together. His hands were pale and strong, like the rest of him, but slightly calloused from years of gripping his beaters bat. There were some freckles that crept down his wrist, like sparse constellations of stars, on his hand. He held your hands in front of his face, idly twisting and running them over his own hands.

The third and final time, he was very obvious. You were in his dorm again, waiting for him to be done with practice. You had long abandoned your homework, instead choosing to paint your nails to pass the time. You sat by the window, on the ledge, so the nail polish wouldn’t stink up the whole room. Fred and George bounded in, laughter on their lips. George shoved him to get to the bathroom first, slamming the door and locking it before Fred had even moved from the doorway. His eyes were locked on you, gaze flicking between your hands, the nail polish, and your face.

“Hey, Fred,” you said, carefully twisting the cap back onto the bottle. “Practice alright?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, dropping his things at the foot of his bed and coming to sit with you at the window. “Alright.”

You moved your hands in the air, letting the breeze harden your nail polish. Fred picked up the bottle you had put down, twisting it in his hands and reading the label.

“This a muggle thing?” he mumbled, holding it close to his face and squinting.

“Yeah, but they have magic kinds,” you said, holding your nails out and then bringing them closer to your face, cleaning around the edges. “There’s this one that I like, it’s black, and after it drys the galaxy and stars appear and move with your hands.”

“Hm,” Fred hummed absentmindedly, still playing with the bottle. 

You suppressed a smile as you gently took the bottle from Fred. His eyes moved to yours, abandoning the nail polish for the first time since he sat down. 

“Want me to?” you asked him quietly, smiling at him.

Fred’s brows furrowed, and his head turned to look out the window for a moment. You stared at him, not used to moments where Fred actually stopped to think about something. His face was serious, his jaw clenched a bit. He looked stern from the side, his hair damp and sweaty from practice and a slight red flush still on his cheeks and neck. His freckles were coming out as the sun did, and his hair was getting lighter, too. When he turned back to look at you, you felt your face soften. Fred could be so pretty sometimes. 

“Yeah,” he decided, holding his hands out to you, “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you took his hands gently, placing one on each of your knees.

Fred watched every move you made, when you shook the bottle, when you opened it, when you lifted the cap and when you rubbed off the excess nail polish on the side of the bottle. Fred watched with a small smirk as his nails were being painted, nice and slow so you wouldn’t mess them up. 

“I just realized,” you said slowly, leaning back to look at his nails before bending over again to continue, “we’re going to have matching nails.”

Fred laughed lightly, and the small action made hair fall into his eyes. He waited for you to be done with the nail he was painting before he shook his head back, his hands flailing in front of him slightly with the strained effort of not touching anything. 

“You willing to go ginger, too?” Fred joked, leaning forwards and haphazardly pushing your heads together. He pushed, and you leaned back some before you pushed back. You met in the middle, both hunched over Fred’s hands as you did the final coat.

“You already have a twin, Freddie,” you mumbled, fighting against Fred’s head to keep still and do a good job. 

“You’re much cuter than he is, though,” Fred sighed, leaning back and admiring his nails with a wide grin.

“Hey!” George scoffed, feigning offense as he entered the room and toweled off his shaggy hair.

“It’s true, mate,” Fred said, wiggling his fingers and resting them back on your knees, “easier on the eyes.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, standing carefully so Fred’s wet nails didn’t get caught on you. 

“You can’t shower until those are dry,” you said, taking the nail polish and twisting the cap tight, “Which is a bummer, because you reek.”

George howled a laugh and Fred scowled at you. He stood, taking a playful step towards you before you held your hands out, “Ah! Can’t mess up your nails, Fred!”

George laughed again, slipping on a sweater over the shirt he had on.

“Where are you going?” Fred shifted his gaze from you to George, watching George gather his things into his school bag.

“Lee said he’d help me study for the Care of Magical Creatures Exam we have next week.”

“Interesting,” you drawled, looping your arm on the bedpost of George’s bed and swinging into his personal space, “because I can’t recall seeing Lee taking notes in Care of Magical Creatures this week. Or any other week, ever, for that matter.”

George blushed, playfully shoving your shoulder. You spun the other way, smiling at him as he gave you a rude gesture before he slammed the door shut.

Fred came up from behind you, wrapping his arms carefully around you and hovering his hands above your waist.

“Careful!” you yelped, taking his hands and inspecting the nails.

“Dorm to ourselves,” Fred murmured, leaning down to press his lips to the spot beneath your ear, “What to do with all this space?”

“What to do indeed,” you twisted in his arms, looking up at him, “Except watch your nails dry.”

You quirked a teasing brow, sliding out from his grasp and falling onto George’s bed. Fred groaned in distaste, falling onto his own bed and waving his hands frantically in an attempt to get them to dry faster.

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Fred liked to credit himself for the idea of you painting his nails. You liked to think it was your idea. The origin got lost in the details, but the end result was undoubtedly the best decision either of you had ever made. 

Fred had always loved the way your hands looked on him. When he held your hands, the elegance and perfection of your hands in his made his heart stutter. He could watch the way your fingers looked as they slid up his chest for hours. 

What Fred was starting to love even more, though, was the way his hands looked on your body. He had taken to new positions when you made out in his dorm, small changes that he didn’t think you’d notice.

Fred twisted from where he planted himself between your legs, facing you and crawling up your body. He reached down and grabbed your thighs in each hand, his eyes trailing the movement as he did it, and pulled you down the bed so you laid flat. Fred heard your breath hitch, so when he leaned down to kiss you again, he was smirking. 

When he finally pulled away for air, he lifted off of you. His hands slid down your sides, the polish on his nails long chipped, and worked back up your sides, lifting your shirt. 

His eyes glazed over and he felt like his arms might give out, so he fell back onto you and nuzzled his face into the side of your neck. You let out a laugh that sounded like a punch of breath and brought your hands to his hair. His breath was hot against your neck and his eyelashes tickled a little, but you didn’t mind.

You tore one of his hands away from your hips, holding it out to the side of you both.

“Need a manicure, Freddie,” you teased, making a tsking sound as you ran your fingers over his nails, “No respectable boyfriend allows their nails to chip like this.”

Fred chuckled, sending more hot air onto your neck, and retracted his hand from your grasp.

“Get on it, then,” he mumbled, squeezing you tighter and flipping you both so you sprawled on top of him.

[bubblesuga]

A Match Into Water

Summary: Sometimes all Yoongi needs is a warm cabin, and you. W/C: 2,068 Warnings: mentions of smut, cussing, slight angst but mostly fluff

There’s something undeniably gorgeous about the Rocky Mountains of the western US. The sun shines brightly in the middle of the day and cloud coverage is practically non-existent, yet the snow resting on the peaks of the mountains persists like the buzzing of a bee desperately trying to find it’s hive. 

At times, it becomes more of a hindrance to Min Yoongi. He doesn’t like the cold. Hell, he hates it. The brush of the cold winter breeze drags his mood down into the deepest depths of a sinking black hole that he just can’t seem to pull himself away from. This vacation was supposed to help him, bring his mood up and inspire his creativity. Unfortunately it seems to have had the opposite affect. 

“Oh come on,” the girl who followed him on this company appointed vacation is cute, she knows English and helps Yoongi get around, “you’re supposed to be having fun.” 

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Yoongi drawls, sipping his warm coffee and sitting in front of the wide window of the rented cabin. American coffee sucks. 

“I’m insufferable? Min Yoongi, you have not left this cabin once since we arrived. You’re like a fucking cat that doesn’t want to move from the one spot of sun inside the house.” her voice is loud, confident. Her lips curl downward and for a moment, Yoongi feels disappointment rush through his veins. He prefers her smile more than he’d be willing to admit. 

He shrugs, taking a long sip, “I like the sun.” 

She groans, falling back onto the well decorated couch, “Can you at least try skiing?” 

“Skiing involves the cold.” 

“Yeah, Yoongi. It’s winter.” 

“Maybe I didn’t want to come here! Maybe I wanted to stay in Korea, I wanted to write the album, and I wanted to move on!” Yoongi bites back, setting down his cup and turning to her. Her face is red, but she stares up at the ceiling as if she’s alone in the room. Yoongi resists the urge to lay beside her, to stroke her hair and ask if she’ll kiss him. 

She huffs, pulling herself up and meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “I’m sorry you didn’t get that opportunity. You’ve been in a rut and your company thought it’d be best for you to get away.” 

“Ah, and why’d they bring you here with me then?” 

“I’m your assistant, you dick.” she stands again and walks away momentarily. For a moment Yoongi thinks he went too far, sometimes the venom at the tip of is tongue moves too fast for him to catch with his lips. It’s not even true, he wants her here more than anyone else. 

When she reemerges from Yoongi’s room, she holds a jacket and warm sweats. 

“Change into these, we’re going down the mountain and shopping.” she’s demanding, maybe Yoongi should listen to her. 

“Why? If you’re my assistant, shouldn’t you be listening to what I want?” not without a little fight, though. 

“Now, Min Yoongi.” 

He chuckles, downing the rest of his coffee and slipping off the hoodie he already wore for the warmer jacket you brought out. She tries not to let her eyes linger on his briefly exposed abdomen when his shirt slides up with his hoodie. Instead, she opts for a nice look at the scenery outside. 

Yoongi’s legs briefly feel the cold of the cabin on his bare legs as he slips on the warm sweats. He’s let himself become comfortable with his assistant, more so than the past women who followed him around and listened to his every wish. This one is different. She’s feisty, opinionated, determined. He likes that a lot. Especially when she crosses her arms and pouts when he tries to fight her decisions. 

He glances at her, the sun reflecting off the snow and shining in her gorgeous eyes. He knows he shouldn’t feel the things he feels for her, but she makes it so damn difficult not to. How was he not supposed to fall for the pretty girl who smiles big and tells him when he’s being an asshole? Everything about her was exactly what he wanted in a woman. So, maybe listening to her wasn’t such a bad thing. 

~*~*~

“When I graduated college, I traveled throughout the world for a year. It made learning English pretty easy.” she shrugs, twirling the pasta around her fork. After shopping for a few hours, Yoongi insisted on stopping at the one Italian restaurant in the small valley at the bottom of the mountains. He only insisted because he knows it’s her favorite. 

“Ah, without you here I would be screwed.” Yoongi shrugs, reaching his fork across the table and digging it into a piece of chicken on her plate. She doesn’t make the effort to slap his hand away, instead reaching for his sangria and taking a sip. 

“I think that in a lot of aspects in your life. Where would you be if I didn’t pick out your outfits for the day?” she giggles as she speaks, already knowing the answer to her ridiculous question. 

“Hm,” he hums, slurping up some of his own food and pausing to swallow, “struggling to tell my right from my left sock.” 

Yoongi grins from ear to ear the moment her laughter leaves her lips. 

This is how their days together were usually spent in Korea, so the fact that the slush covered streets didn’t deter the two of them made moments like these even more special. 

“Why don’t you date?” she asks suddenly, stacking their plates as they were cleared off. 

Yoongi nearly chokes on his drink, taking a deep breath through his nose before swallowing the liquid in his mouth. He clears his throat, “what makes you ask that?” 

“Well,” her face turns slightly red, “I’ve seen all the other members dating. Bring people home. I’ve just never seen you do that so I was just curious as to why.” 

He can tell that she feels like she’s over stepping a boundary. Maybe she is. Of course it’s not appropriate for an assistant to ask her boss why he isn’t so keen on finding a woman to date. Yet, Yoongi isn’t upset by the question. Shocked? Possibly, but he doesn’t feel the need to deny her of an answer. 

“I have my eye on someone, I’m just not sure if she knows that I like her yet.” his words fall off his lips unstirred, landing into a pile on the table that Yoongi suddenly feels desperate to wipe away. Why even give her the notion that he may be interested in her? 

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite brighten up her face like her usual ones, “Who’s the lucky guy or gal?” 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, “Lucky, eh?” 

“Well, yeah,” she laughs nervously, as though she didn’t mean to say what she said, “you’re a catch, Min Yoongi. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” 

He chuckles, that same breathy chuckle that seems to have an affect on women he meets. It comes across as careless, unwavering in his attempt to pull off his cool persona, yet it’s really just a ruse to hide the fact that he wants nothing more than to take this woman home and fall asleep with her between his arms. Yoongi meets her eyes momentarily, catching a shine in her shaking pupil. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes drag to his assistants lips. They’re cherry red, stained with the remnants of his cherry sangria. He bets they’d taste amazing. 

Nodding, he speaks, “Would you feel lucky to have me?”

Her breath stutters as her eyes go wide. She seems to contemplate for a moment before she opens her mouth, “U- uhm, I’ll go get the bill.” 

Abruptly, she turns away and walks towards the front counter. Yoongi sighs, waiting for a moment before placing a 20 on the table and collecting both of their things. Multiple bags from various stores around the valley fill his arms and he quietly follows her back out into the street. 

In an almost unspoken decision, the two of them begin their trek back to the car and Yoongi drives them back into the mountains just as the sun is about to set. 

Though silent, Yoongi could tell his assistant was nervous. Her fingers fiddled in her lap while she stared out of the window into the dark wooded road. 

Perhaps he had been to abrupt. Perhaps he should have broke his interest to her a little slower. Or not at all. It probably would have been better for anyone if he didn’t say anything at all. 

~*~*~

His usual night routine began with a shower. Afterward, he brushed his teeth and blow dried his hair. Then, he turned on the bedside lamp and opened a book Namjoon had suggested to him ages ago. ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being’ has become some sort of sick irony to him now. Minus the mistress, living awkwardly with a woman and not being able to leave quite yet was how he lived his life. 

It’s only been 2 days since he said anything to her, yet it felt like an eternity. There wasn’t anymore jokes, nor did he feel like he could speak to her as an equal. She called him Mr. Min, and it hurt. 

Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door frame. He glances up, and she stands in his doorway in her sleep wear. An oversized T-shirt and shorts that hid subtly beneath.

“Hello.” he greets, closing his book and setting it on the night stand. Sliding his glasses off his face, he turns his attention to her. She fiddles with the hem of her shirt, swallowing nervously. 

“When you asked if I would feel lucky to be with you, what did you mean?” 

Oh, so we’re getting right into it. 

Despite only being a couple years younger than Yoongi, she seemed nearly child-like as she asked the question. Her eyes stay glued to her feet while she sways gently. 

“Just that. Would you feel lucky to be with me?” 

She nearly scoffs, “What kind of a question is that?” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Answer the question.” 

With a huff, she walks into the room and sits at the foot of Yoongi’s bed, “Of course I would be lucky to be with you, dumbass. You’re Min Yoongi.” 

“No,” Yoongi isn’t satisfied with that answer, “would you be satisfied with just being with Yoongi. Not Suga of BTS, not Agust D. Just... Yoongi.” 

She tilts her head adorably, her forehead creasing with concern, “That’s what I mean. You’re Yoongi, I’d be the luckiest girl in the world.” 

He smiles, crossing his legs and leaning forward, “That’s what sets you apart from other people. They don’t want just Yoongi. They want the identity I’ve created for the public.” 

“So that’s why you don’t want to date?” 

“I do,” he sighs, “I just want to with you.” 

She swallows, “Are you asking me out?” 

Yoongi shrugs, “If that’s what you want this to be, then yes.” 

As though the heavens had opened up and an angel had descended right in front of Yoongi, her face is bright with delight. She leans forward, crashing her lips onto Yoongi’s.

He’s quick to wrap his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as possible. Her frame fits against his perfectly, just as he had imagined so many times before. Yoongi feels his abdomen ignite with butterflies while her hands move to cup his cheeks. She rests her forehead gently against his, her breathing ragged. 

“Maybe this vacation wasn’t so bad.” Yoongi jokes, kissing each of her cheeks. 

Her eyes flutter close, “I’ve been telling you that from the beginning.” 

He grins, “I wanted you to prove it to me.” 

“Well, did I?” 

Yoongi doesn’t respond, he simply brings his lips back to hers. 

He gently lays her onto the bed, careful not to break the kiss. Her hands grip the back of his shirt as if he could disappear in her arms. It takes everything in him not to begin kissing down her neck, the last thing he wants is to scare her off. Yet, she encourages him. 

“I’m on the pill.” She whispers against his lips, and Yoongi grins. This was going to be a very fun night.

[twiceinadream]

“Trust me.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Dahyun and reader have been best friends for as long as the both of them can remember. When Valentine's Day is nearing but Dahyun's date bails on her at the last minute, reader offers to be the one spending Valentine's Day with Dahyun instead(maybe because there was already so much planned/prepared or something, also to cheer Dahyun up). At the end of the day, Dahyun admits that she'd much rather spend any and every day with reader than with a guy, and in the heat of the moment, reader confesses that she's been in love with Dahyun for forever

a/u: Hey, guys! So I’m back and I hope you enjoy the first fic of my Valentine’s Day prompts along with my first Dahyun fic. I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all like it too. I love you guys!

Background: “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” (In Japanese, is a way of saying “I love you” or expressing your love) and you respond with, “I can die happy.” (If this is wrong, I’m sorry in advance I learned everything off Google)

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

The cool spring breeze blew the scent of fresh flowers and fried food throughout the market as you and Dahyun walked by the various stalls. And by the look of all the roses and pink hearts you could definitely sense the love in the air since Valentine’s Day was tomorrow after all and just like before, you would be spending it alone. However your best friend wouldn’t be joining you this year like in the past when the both of you would watch cheesy rom-coms and gorge on overpriced chocolates. She had been asked on a date and you were equal parts excited and annoyed.

You loved Dahyun and wished her nothing but happiness, but the thought of really spending the “day of love” alone in your apartment stung a bit. That’s when you felt a poke at your shoulder before turning to face the brunette, “What's wrong?”

You raised an eyebrow to feign confusion, “What do you mean?”

She frowned, looking you in the eyes as she looked you over, “Don’t play stupid with me Y/N, I know you too well for that.” You shrugged as you turned away from her, not wanting to answer her question when you felt her grab your sleeve; stopping you in your tracks.

“It’s nothing really, so please drop it.” You gave her the best smile you could muster as you felt your heart seize in your chest, looking at the way she wanted to help you but you continued pushing her away. Clearing your throat to change the subject as you continued walking, “So...what do you and your date have planned for tomorrow?” At the question you could instantly see the way your best friend’s mood perked up as a wide smile spread over her lips as you felt your heart drop in your stomach, ‘And I thought I was the only one who could make her smile like that.’

But you quickly steeled your emotions as you tilted your head towards the brunette to talk, “We’re gonna go to an art museum, then go check out a traditional Japanese garden, then go to dinner at some fancy restaurant they really like.” At the list of activities she had planned with her date you couldn’t help but wonder if she was more excited about the date itself or the fact she wouldn’t be single for Valentine’s, because for the entirety of the lifetime you had known Dahyun she didn’t really like any of those things.

You pursed your lips as you looked up to the sky, “Sounds fun, Dahyunnie.” A cool breeze blew across your face as you inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the pounding in your head as you tried to calculate how much ice cream could mend your breaking heart, “I hope you have fun with them.”

—

-The Next Morning-

It was a nearly perfect spring morning, the sun was barely peeking over the tops of the buildings as the sky remained a beautiful blue, free of any stray clouds. It seemed just a little too perfect.

But, that was none of your concern as you cuddled into your comforter, content on just staying in bed till the afternoon before moving to your living room to binge on every rom-com Hollywood had ever produced along with a tub of ice cream and takeout for dinner.

You face-planted into your pillow as you groaned at your own plan, “God, I'm single.” But your small pity-party didn’t last for much longer as your phone suddenly began ringing, you reached blindly onto your nightstand not even bothering to see who was calling as you answered, “Hello?”

The sound of crying met your ears as your eyebrows knitted in confusion pulling your phone away from your ear to look at the caller ID. Your eyes immediately widen at the name, “Dahyun?”

“Y/N?” Her voice sounded broken and shaky - you could tell she’s been crying and it broke your heart that she hadn’t called you sooner - she sniffed hard, “They canceled, they said they found another girl to go out with. I saw the text this morning.”

You gritted your teeth, not wanting any creative insults to slip from your mouth as you were already getting out of bed, “That bastard, I’ll be over in fifteen.” Dahyun hummed into the phone as you hung up. Standing in front of your closet as you grabbed a comfortable pair of jeans and a soft sweatshirt Dahyun had given to you for your birthday that you knew she loved to borrow - steal - from you. Before moving to the bathroom to brush your teeth and touch up on your appearance before heading to the door to slip on a pair of sensible shoes before walking out of your apartment and locking the door. Dead set on giving your best friend the best Valentine’s Day of her life.

—

-Dahyun’s Place-

True to your word you had arrived at your best friend’s apartment in a little under fifteen minutes as you used the spare key she had given you to enter the home. Quickly kicking off your shoes by the door as you made your way down the hall to her bedroom, sighing as you lifted a fist to knock. Immediately after your knuckles hit the wood Dahyun was already beckoning you inside, “Come in!”

You could tell she was still crying by the crack her voice made when she yelled, a sad smile painting your features as you entered the room. Noticing how the brunette looked smaller than usual swaddled in blankets and a sweatshirt, stray tissues littering her bed as you could see that her eyes were red and puffy. You quickly sat on the bed beside her and waited for Dahyun to either climb into your arms or not, not wanting to force any physical affection on her. To your slight relief she quickly made her way into your arms, sitting between your legs as she leaned into your hold. Both of you sitting in silence as you rocked the two of you slightly, her tears eventually subsiding as she let out a deep breath. “Th..thanks for coming.”

She pulled away from your grasp to look at you directly as you smiled at her crookedly, “Of course. I would rather spend my morning comforting my best friend than going to jail for manslaughter, I always have time for that later.” Dahyun laughed wetly as she hit your shoulder, you grabbed it in mock pain as you pouted, “Wow, Dahyun-ah, I come here to make you feel better and you wound me.”

The brunette rolled her eyes as she turned around to tackle you to the bed, “Crybaby.” You raised an eyebrow as you rolled the two of you over.

“You’re one to talk.” Dahyun stuck her tongue out and for a second you almost kissed her, almost. You noticed your staring had gone for a little too long as you released her from beneath, clearing your throat as you sat back against her headboard. “So, any plans for the rest of the day?”

Your best friend deadpanned, “I just got dumped Y/N. What do you think?” You held up your hands in surrender.

“Sorry, sorry. Token single person here, but is there anything in particular you were thinking of doing?” Dahyun shrugged as she played with the corner of her pillow.

“I don’t know, I was really excited to go out today. I even bought a new outfit for the occasion, but I guess we just stay in and watch movies.” You could hear the dejection in her voice as you stood from the bed, looking from her to the outfit hanging by the bathroom.

“I have an idea, but I need you to get ready.” Dahyun looked at you questioningly.

“Why?” You smiled brightly as you pulled out your phone.

“Because. I’m gonna give you the best Valentine’s date of your life.” The brunette seemed unconvinced as you moved to physically drag her out of bed and shove her towards the bathroom, “Trust me.”

Dahyun shrugged, as she began closing the bathroom door. Shaking her head to herself, “Why not, I’ve got nothing to lose.”

A grin broke out across your face as you left the room, doing a small victory dance in the hallway as you let out a giddy laugh, ‘Yes!’ You cheered to yourself as you settled down on the couch to research a place to end the night, smiling as you read that there was going to be fireworks later and you had a perfect place in mind to watch them.

—

It took Dahyun an additional half hour before she was finally ready and you were starting to think she had climbed out her bathroom window to ditch you. But the sound of her bedroom door opening quelled your fears as you stood from the sofa, smoothing down your outfit as she rounded the corner. Your jaw dropping as you saw her.

Her hair was done up in a bun, she wore a brown cable knit sweater, and a flowy beige skirt. She laughed at your reaction as a light blush dusted your cheeks as she twirled, the skirt lifting around her ankles as she smiled at you, “How do I look?”

You were at a loss for words as you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish before finally being able to form a coherent word, “Stunning.”

Dahyun laughed lightly as she walked past you to the door, “Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to give me the ‘best Valentine’s date of your life’?”

You quickly followed after her as she threw you words back in your face, leaving the apartment as you both stepped out onto the street, “You bet I am.”

—

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you drove, the radio playing quietly as the new song by 3Mix played in the background. You couldn’t help but smile as you kept stealing glances of Dahyun beside you, your long time crush and best friend looked beautiful and you just couldn’t help but keep looking as you pulled up to a market. It was busier than it normally was with most people spending the day out with their significant other, leaving the place more packed as you opened the passenger for Dahyun to get out.

A teasing smile on her lips as she slung her bag back over her shoulder as you both entered the street market. Couples walking all around you as Dahyun threaded her arm through yours, holding onto you as you weaved through the crowd to her favorite tteokbokki stall, it was farther back in the market leaving it less busy than the ones near the front as you both went up to the counter to order. The old man working the stall immediately recognized the both of you as he smiled, “Same as always?” You both nodded as he scooped the rice cakes and sauce onto a plate, noticing Dahyun’s arms wrapped around yours, “I didn’t know you were two dating.” He said fondly as you handed him the money, shaking your head.

“Oh um, we’re just friends.” You said shyly as he apologized immediately.

“I’m so sorry, you two just look good together.” You and Dahyun just blushed as you thanked him before moving to sit.

The brunette dug in immediately as you watched her eat, “Do we really look like a couple?”

Dahyun looked up from her plate, “I mean, it’s Valentine’s and we’re out together Y/N, of course we look like a couple.”

The amount of sarcasm in her voice made you roll your eyes playfully, “Seems like Cupid got his arrow stuck somewhere other than your heart.”

Your best friend let out a scandalized gasp as she reached over the table to hit your head, “L/N Y/N!” You cackled loudly as you avoided her attempts to hit you, as you stuck your tongue out.

From behind the counter the old man watched the two of you from the corner of his eye, ‘And they’re so convinced they’re ‘not dating’.”

—

When the two of you finished you thanked the man one more time as you returned the plates, before walking to the main portion of the market that seemed busier than when you had arrived. Neither of you wanted to enter the fray until you got a whiff of the smell of freshly made hotteok hitting your nose. Did you grab hold of Dahyun’s hand and rush in the direction of the smell.

Smiling like a little kid as you located the stall and quickly got into line behind a few couples, waiting for a few minutes before you and Dahyun made it to the front. A lady in her mid-40s greeted the two of you as you placed your order, “Hi, can I get two honey hotteok please.” You gave the woman a small smile as Dahyun leaned her head against your shoulder, watching as the lady began making the fried pancakes on a griddle beside her.

It didn’t take long for the batter to cook as she wrapped in paper and handed it to the both of you, “That’ll be ₩2,000 please. And I have to say, you two make a very cute couple.”

Before you could open your mouth, Dahyun was already handing her the money, “Thank you, have a nice evening.” You looked at the brunette in confusion as she shrugged, handing you your pancake.

“It’s easier to just say, ‘thank you’. They stop asking questions or looking at us like we’re weird.” You shrugged as the two of you made it back to your car, noticing the setting sun as the sky was a mix of yellow and orange.

“Hey,” You looked over to Dahyun to catch her attention, “I have one more place I want to go if you don’t mind.”

The brunette shook her head, “Of course I don’t mind, you’re the one planning the date after all. I’m just enjoying the ride.” She added a wink at the end that made your heart flutter as you pulled out onto the street.

“You should probably nap, it’s a bit of a drive.”

—

Getting through the city during rush hour was a nightmare and a half that you had forgotten to account for as it took an additional hour to finally make it out towards the mountains that surrounded Seoul. The road up was filled with soft curves that eventually woke Dahyun as she noticed that the two of you had left the city and were heading up, the sky was beginning to darken as the moon began making its presence known.

You continued driving past the usual lookouts till you turned onto a dirt path, a questioning look on the brunette’s face, “Where are we going?”

It was now your turn to deadpan Dahyun, “Just trust me, okay?” Your best friend shrugged as she sat back in her seat, looking out the window till you stopped the car. “We need to hike a bit.”

The unkempt grass brushed against yours and Dahyun’s ankles as you navigate your way through the overgrown foliage. Along the way the brunette’s hand found yours as you helped her down the steep path till you came to an open cliff that gave a perfect outlook to the skyline of Seoul. Night had blanked the sky as stars glittered against the dark, a look of awe on the Korean girl’s face as she couldn’t believe her eyes. She had lived her entire life here and she had never seen the city as beautiful as it looked now.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you noticed the lost look in your crush’s eyes, “Beautiful isn’t it.”

Dahyun nodded as she tore her eyes away from the lights to look at you, “I didn’t even know this place existed, thank you for taking me here.” The brunette’s eyes softened as she felt something in her change as she looked at you, a feeling she never felt before. “But I have to ask, why are we…”

Before she could ask, the sound of an explosion sounded as you both turned to see the remains of fireworks. Her eyes widened as more lit up the sky, the sound of the explosions barely reaching your ears as she watched the show. Vibrant colors danced across the night sky as she continued to stare, “Beautiful.”

Your eyes had left the sky long ago as your gaze was focused solely on Dahyun, a wistful look on your face, “More than.”

It didn’t take the brunette long to have the feeling she was being stared at as she looked away from the fireworks. She quirked an eyebrow as she took in your expression, “You okay, Y/N-ah?” You shook your head as you blinked, clearing your throat as you quickly turned to look back to the sky, looking at the moon as you remembered a saying yours and Dahyun’s friend Sana had once said, “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” At the sudden Japanese leaving your mouth it Dahyun took a moment to decipher what you had just said, when the saying clicked as you looked back at her.

A small smile forming on her lips as she understood what you were telling her before she answered you back in Japanese, “I can die happy.”

In that moment it felt as though the whole world was silent, the sound of your heartbeat in your ears was the only noise that seemed to exist as you and Dahyun stared at each other. A mutual feeling seemed to pass between the both of you as you moved in closer, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek ever so gently as you leaned in slowly. Your hands finding her hips as you pulled her forward slightly as she met you halfway, your lips meeting hers in a soft kiss as your eyes fluttered close. Your heart did a somersault in your chest as the world seemed to resume around you again as the sound of the grand finale of the firework show exploded behind the two of you.

A light laugh leaving your lips as you pulled away to breathe, your foreheads resting against each other as you held your girlfriend(?) closer. A cocky smile on your face as you rubbed your thumb along her cheek, “So. Was this the best Valentine’s date of your life?”

The Korean girl couldn’t help but laugh at your question as she shrugged, “Eh, it was okay.” You felt your smile quickly fade as the brunette giggled at the look on your face, “Maybe you’ll do better for me next year...Jagiya.”

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˗ˏˋ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 ˎˊ˗

✰ PAIRING ( terushima yuuji x fem!reader ) ✰ WORDCOUNT ( 1.9k ) ✰ GENRE ( ansgt, songfic ) ✰ WARNINGS ( um one swear word, angst, implications of de*th )

all the memories that we make will never change we'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain and I swear that I'll always paint you golden days ♫ panic! at the disco

✰✰ NOTE.. so uH i think this is the first angst thing i wrote that im actually happy with and i know terushima isn’t someone a lot of ppl write for so to the few ppl who see this</3 hope u guys enjoy:”)

“Ughh where is it,” Terushima grumbled to himself as he pulled open drawer after drawer. He had searched all the cabinets, all the tables, and just about every inch of his apartment but has yet to find his phone charger. 

As he closed the second to last drawer on this shelf, which held no phone charger, he pulled out his phone and saw it had 1% battery remaining. Quickly, he unlocked it and went to his contacts. Before he could make a call though, the screen turned black and he was left staring at a faint reflection of himself.

“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath. “She’s gonna get upset again.”

He clutched the now dead phone in one hand and ran the other through his hair, sighing in exhaustion. Today had been tiring enough with work and now he had this to deal with.

There was still one more drawer he hadn’t checked though. So, he lifted his hand out of his hair and pulled it wide open. 

In it sat a small box. 

He knew of its contents the moment he laid eyes on it. He also knew opening it now would only make him feel worse, not to mention, it would definitely delay his plans.

But for some reason, a longing for nostalgia or maybe the person that brought such nostalgia, his arms unconsciously moved to take the box into his hands.

Your words echoed in the back of his mind as he traced his fingers along the edges of the box.

“It’ll be like our little time capsule. For us to open when we’re all old and wrinkly…”

A deep sigh escaped his lips. 

Every rational thought that came into his head begged him not to open it, to put it back, to forget he even found it. 

Instead, his fingers moved to lift the cover and lay it down on the floor beside him.

And there you were... a polaroid of you at least. 

Your lips were curved in a sweet smile inviting him in and breaking his heart all over again. Up until now, he could barely recall what your face looked like when you were happy, truly happy. He could only remember the tears and regret you had on your face towards the end… 

But seeing you like this again, the wideness of your smile, the crinkle of your eyes… you radiated a joy and happiness he had begun to forget in you.

He stared at the picture for a good minute before turning it around to see the familiar strokes of your handwriting.

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!’ and under it ‘(first pic taken with the polaroid my baby Yuuji got for me<3)’

“My baby Yuuji,” he whispered.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you,” he sang softly into your ear as he held you from behind, swaying gently in tune. 

“Happy birthday dear Y/n.. Happy birthday to you~”

You turned to kiss the blond and he pulled you even closer to him. 

“I love you babe, happy birthday...” 

The tiredness he had felt just moments ago seemed to have fluttered away when he found you again in the polaroids, and a longing burst from the depths as he put the picture down and picked up another one, his hands once again moving on their own will.

This one had the two of you standing together, backs facing the camera. It was taken at a beach when the sun was still high in the sky and the water glistened blue. But it wasn’t the scenery that appealed to him, nor was it the way the sun wrapped around you two in perfect golden light. 

It was how close you were to him. The physical distance between you two was barely existent. Your arms were wrapped around his waist and his were draped over your shoulders. 

‘Sea breeze, cute outfit, sand between my toes, and 1 Terushima Yuuji… Damn was today great.’

How he would give to be that close to you again.

“Ok 3, 2, 1…”

You clung on to him as tight as you could and he smiled, pulling you closer. 

At the sound of the camera click and the hum of the photo being printed, you let go and quickly turned around to thank the woman for taking the picture.

When you did that he felt off; as if a part of his body was just yanked away. It wasn’t an extreme feeling, nor was it painful in any way. It was more just a lingering emptiness that was put to rest a few seconds later when you were back by his side again.

He put his arm back on your shoulder and peered down at the polaroid in your hand. You were staring at the photo patiently waiting for the colors to fade in. And when it finally did, you smiled satisfactorily at it before tucking it away and flashing another smile to the man right next to you.

Terushima closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to clear his mind. It’s been years, he shouldn’t be dwelling on the past like this.

And yet, there was comfort in the pain the memories brought.

When he opened his eyes, they landed on yet another photo of you. And as he has been for a good part of his life, he was drawn to you. Reaching out a hand, he picked it up and let the memories wash over him once more.

After a while, he set it down and picked up another. And another. And another. Each capturing a moment with you he would never get back. 

It’s been years since he’s had to learn to live without you. Truthfully though, he never did learn how. The sun became a little dimmer, the rain a little harder, the breeze a little less refreshing. The world lost its vibrancy when he lost you. He adapted, got used to the dullness, but he couldn’t learn to live the same anymore...

He picked up another polaroid.

This one didn’t have either of your faces on it. It just showed the two of you holding hands against a dark background.

The bottom held no words but instead an arrow pointing to the right. Terushima turned the polaroid and saw a small envelope attached to the back. Curious, he opened it up and pulled out the piece of paper snuggled inside.

‘This one’s a bit longer than any other note I’ve written for a polaroid but… I kinda just realized smth really important. He drove me out at 3AM in the morning to get food because I said I was hungry. Then we sat in his car listening to some old mixtapes he had. They were pretty crappy but it didn’t matter. I love Terushima Yuuji. I’ve said it a million times before but last night it really hit me, hard. I love him in a way I’d never be able to love anyone else. 

I want to go on more dates with him. more stupid dates, more romantic ones, more 3AM dates, more cuddle dates. And even though it might be selfish of me, I want to spend my every breathing minute with him. 

If I can’t have anything else in this then I just want these golden days of ours to last forever..’

And before he realized it, tears were rolling down his cheeks. Fuck it all. He missed you. He missed the days you had together, the nights spent in each others’ arms. He missed you so much it tore a hole in his heart and all he could see when he looked at the sunlight drifting through the window was just darkness. 

It pained him to know that everything you wanted was all he ever needed. It pained him that he hadn’t realized this until it was too late. And it pained him most that you were never coming back.

Why’d you have to leave? 

He tried so hard to stop asking this question, and for a while, he was successful. But the polaroids, your handwriting, the memories, you.. there was just so much pain in the happiness of the past. 

But you were gone. He had accepted that long ago. 

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

“Terushima, you in here?” a familiar voice called from outside. 

Right, he forgot about Misaki. Wiping any tears left on his face, he put all the polaroids back in the box, covered the lid, and left the room.

“DADDY!!” a little girl yelled, running at him full speed. He bent down and lifted her into his arms effortlessly.

“Oh you’ve gotten heavier. How much has Misaki been feeding you huh?” he teased.

The little girl pouted as she pointed to the floor signaling she wanted to be put down. Terushima chuckled and did so.

Walking over to a slightly annoyed-looking Misaki, he muttered an apology for not going to pick her up and a thanks for taking care of his daughter. 

“Hey wait, you look like you’ve been crying… Are you ok Teru?” she asked, eyes showing her concern.

He let out a deep sigh. 

“I uh- I found a box with some old pictures of Y/n and I just-”

She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. 

“Look, I know you miss her and I know you know this, but don’t get too stuck in the past. Focus on what you have now,” she said looking in the direction of the young girl who had made her way over to the small pile of stuffed animals on the couch.

He rubbed his face and nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, thank you Misaki.”

“Ok,” she replied with a sympathetic smile. “I’ll be going then.” 

Terushima nodded again and after she said bye to his daughter, he walked her to the door.

Turning back he leaned on the wall and looked affectionately at the girl playing on his couch. She was still so young, but it’s been almost 5 years now that he’s taken care of her. 

Time seemed to fly by with her and yet it felt like so long ago he welcomed her to the world. 

He understood now the past and its memories were something to be treasured. It was not something to cling on tightly though. The golden days of the past are gone, but the glittering rays that coated the floor and walls of his living room tell him it’s a new age. 

It was an age he had to cherish well.

Deciding to do something he’s been putting off, he walked back into his room and brought out the box with all its polaroids and memories.

“Yui, come here. I want to show you something.”

She stared at him before taking one frayed teddy bear into her hands and walking over to her father. Taking his outreached hand, she looked at the box he held in his other.

Sitting at the top of the pile was a photo of a beautiful woman. The sun was shining bright in the background and the light swirled around her as if she was wrapped in a golden halo.

“Is she an angel?” Yui asked innocently, pointing to the picture.

“You got that right,” he replied with a sad smile. “She’s the most beautiful angel out there..”

He watched as the young girl picked up the photo, seemingly mesmerized.

“That angel is your mom.”

“My mom?” she echoed. “Mommy is an angel?”

He smiled and ruffled her hair, “She sure is, and you know what? She’s looking out for us from heaven, so you better be a good girl for her, okay?”

✰✰ NOTE.. pls lemme know if u guys thought this was angsty enough sdkjlsdg,,,, i dunno i can’t seem to tell whether angst is painful enough yet;-; also don’t mind the name yui dkglsd it was the first one i could think of T-T

✰✰✰ TAGLIST.. @lilikags @luna-in-luv​ @kureyama​

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[regrets pt.2] katsuki bakugo x reader

genre: some angst, then fluff

characters: bakugo katsuki, mina ashido, mineta’s also mentioned

a/n: tbh this isn’t the best and i’m sorry it’s so long :( j hope u guys like it tho :)

For the next week, you went out of your way to avoid Bakugo however you could. You conveniently developed a fever the day classes started, so you just sat in your dorm all day, only leaving to get groceries for yourself. Soon enough, Mina, your closest friend, deduced that something was wrong and decided to approach you about it.

It was the afternoon of the fourth day of school you’d missed, and everyone was starting to trickle back into the dorms. As per usual, you were sitting in your room, trying to ignore your lack of appetite and sipping some broth. A knock at your door sounded, surprising you, but you slowly walked over to the door and opened it slightly. “Hey Mina,” you coughed, trying to make your voice sound normal but failing miserably.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern. She entered your room, pulling you by the elbow and closing the door behind her. “You don’t look like you’re feeling too well.”

She wasn’t wrong. Your eyes were puffy, your hair was undone and frizzy, your face was flushed, and your throat was raw. You nodded, coughing into a tissue that you were clutching in your hand.

“This has to be more than just a cold,” she said, feeling your forehead with the back of her hand. “What happened? Is it something to do with Bakugo?” she inquired. Upon seeing your expression after she said the last word, she knew she’d guessed correctly. “You can tell me anything,” he said, hugging you tightly from the side.

Seeing as you had no other choice, you agreed and told her what happened, starting from when Iida confessed to you. By the end, she was seething. “I’m going to kill him,” she growled, her eyes flashing.

“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine,” you insisted. “You know I could kill him myself if I really wanted to.”

“You could,” she agreed, giggling.

A quick knock at the door interrupted both of you. “Come in,” you called.

Asui poked her head in the entrance. “Sorry to interrupt! Aizawa Sensei said he wanted us at the training center as soon as possible,” she called, looking at you sympathetically. “Y/N, I hope you feel better soon.”

“Thanks,” you replied, smiling weakly. Mina gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, then stood up. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!” she exclaimed as she left.

For the rest of the evening, you continued your usual routine of attempting to keep your fever down with alternating medications and foods. Before you knew it, you fell asleep in a bundle of warm blankets, your thin clothes sticking to you in a layer of sweat even though you still felt cold.

A sudden chill breeze running through your room woke you up. The bed creaked as you clambered out of it, padding over to the window and closing it. You reached for a thermometer to check your temperature: 102 degrees. Your fever hadn’t gone down in the slightest. You reached for your usual medicine, but not a single pill fell into the palm of your hand. Going through every medicine in your cabinet, not a single one was full, and you realized you were out of options. You needed to get to the convenience store and get some.

Your teachers and friends had been getting your supplies for you recently, since it was too cold outside for you to go alone. But considering it was around 2 in the morning and you didn’t want to wake anyone, you decided this was something to do by yourself.

The glistening moonlight illuminated the clothes hanging in your closet as you rifled through them, trying to find the warmest ones. You settled on a pair of winter stockings under a skirt and a fleece sweater with a cardigan on top. The rest of your warm clothes were being laundered, so that was all you had. Teeth chattering, you closed the door behind you with shaking hands and reached into your pocket to make sure you had money. Upon feeling the paper, you walked outside, the harsh wind whipping your face and turning it raw.

It took you half and hour longer than it should’ve, but you eventually reached the store and bought the medicine. It was a pill that you needed to dissolve in water, so you had to wait to take it until you got back to your dorm. However, your health was rapidly declining. It was irrefutable that you were one of the strongest in Class 1-A. In fact, some would’ve said you were the strongest. But what use did your quirk have against an incredibly high fever? As you tried to put one shaking foot in front of the other on the cement sidewalk, your head began to hurt and your vision began to blur. Trying to shake off the dizziness and nausea, you kept your head down, focusing on walking.

Through this haze, you barely heard someone call your name. But you merely passed it off as your imagination, considering your state of delirium. However, this time, the voice snapped you out of it. “Y/N?” called Bakugo, his tone unmistakable.

Your heart fluttered without your permission. If you could, you would stop it, but who can control their feelings? Honestly, it was terrifying to you that even though he’d hurt you so bad, your heart still fell for him. But your mind knew better, and you knew you had to listen to it.

The red flush on your cheeks from the wind grew redder as you felt Bakugo’s warmth beside you, gripping your elbow. “Hey, are you stupid? Why are you out in the cold like this? And especially at night?” he exclaimed harshly.

“Let go of me,” you mumbled, using all your strength to rip your arm from his grip.

“I know you hate me right now,” he said, a note of hurt in his voice. You furrowed your eyebrow at his tone, never hearing him speak with such regret before. “But I’m not going to let you die out here because of me.”

“I can take care of myself,” you said. Even speaking it, you realized how stupid you sounded. You were barely able to get your voice out, much less physically walk all the way back to the dorms.

At the moment, you were thankful your face was hidden by the wind whipping your hair, because if Bakugo could see the blush on your face as he wrapped an arm around you for support, he would’ve known your feelings instantly. He helped you back to the dorm in silence, the bleak, cold landscape providing both of you company. “If you ever say anything about this to anyone, I’ll kill you,” you growled, managing to keep your teeth from clicking for that one sentence.

“I’d like to see you try,” he replied haughtily. Not long after, both of you were inside Class 1-A’s dorm and approaching your floor. All you really remembered after that was having some grape-flavored medicine poured down your throat, then sinking under the warm covers.

The orange glow behind your eyelids served as a catalyst to your waking, as you groaned and flipped over. You became aware of the ungodly amount of blankets you had on top of you, and you kicked a couple off your bed.

You were received with a surprised grunt, followed by a couple curses. You quickly opened your eyes and sat up, immediately alert. Looking down, you were greeted with a head of ash-blonde hair attached to a grumpy-looking highschooler with an irritable look on his face.

“Bakugo? What are you doing here?” you said in surprise, relaxing back down now that you knew you weren’t being attacked.

“I just stayed. Not because of you or anything, just because I was tired,” he said quickly, looking away with a pink tinge on his cheeks.

“Not because of me, huh?” you asked playfully, seeing through his lies.

“Shut up,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “But Y/N, I know I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have said what I said, and I definitely didn’t mean it. I only said it because I was, well,” he continued, trailing off.

“You were what?”

“Jealous,” he said, pouting. Taking a quick look at you, he realized how much you were enjoying this. “Hey! This is hard for me, you know. Stop that!” he exclaimed, upon seeing that you were just laughing more.

“And why were you jealous?” you asked, still laughing a little.

“You know.”

“Well, I want you to say it. Don’t you owe me at least that?”

“Fine,” he relented. “I was jealous because I like you.”

You smiled to yourself upon finally hearing the words you’d waited on for so long. “Bakugo, I think you already know how I feel about you. But what you said isn’t something I can forget easily, so I’m going to need a little bit of time, okay?” you said sincerely.

“Yeah, I can deal with that,” he replied, stretching his arms.

The creak of the door opening alerted both of you, and you turned your heads there in surprise. “Hi Y/N! Everyone’s here to make you feel better!” called Mina, opening the door. Once she saw Bakugo, her eyes went wide and she blushed. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! Let’s go you guys, Y/N’s busy!” she called, slamming the door shut.

“What? Bakugo gets to sleep in Y/N’s room? He’s so lucky!” complained Mineta, his voice muffled from behind the door.

“Hey, what was that, you shrimp?” yelled Bakugo, throwing the covers off of him. You simply laughed, glad that things were restored to semi-normalcy for now.

tags: @bonbonthedragon