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pshcomforts · 27 days

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➳ broken love | psh.

dad!sunghoon x mom!femreader

“every time i think of you, it’s just killing me”

synopsis: you and sunghoon still see each other whenever your guys’ daughter, seo-ji, is dropped off to one another — and it’s obvious you two still love each other, even after the divorce papers were finalized.

warnings/content: written in third pov. angsty fluff(?) — mostly angst. kind of aged up(?). not proofread. cursing (i think). unresolved tension. mentions of pregnancy. reader used to hate kids (lmao).

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend).

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current song playing: broken love by gemini

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0:48 ───|──────────────── 2:04

y/n’s heart was heavy with the burden of being at his doorstep.

“you got this,” she mumbled to herself, knocking the door with shaky hands.

a happy scream of a child was made, one that she knew at heart. her face lit up at the instant yell, already recognizing that it was no other than her adorable daughter, seo-ji.

“mommy’s here! mommy’s here!” the little kid screamed at the other end.

little shakes of the doorknob were heard before it opened to who she expected; her daughter and of course, her ex-husband, park sunghoon.

she felt her heart slightly shatter at the sight of him, anxiety taking over inch by inch.

“hey y/n,” he awkwardly said. her head nodded in response — “hey sunghoon.”

there was quick tension between them, both truthfully not knowing what to say after coming to terms of the divorce.

they still loved each other, longed for each other in fact.

“mommy!” their baby girl intruded, arms opening wide at the sight of her caretaker.

y/n’s face instantly lit up at her little girl, embracing the sweet hug she offered. “hey princess, how was your day with daddy?” she exclaimed with kisses around her daughter’s cheeks.

seo-ji giggled at the act with an utter — “mommy, stop!!”

the mom smiled at her, noticing her light dimples on display inherited from her father.

“it was good! daddy couldn’t stop talking about you and him though!!”

her sudden callout made y/n look at her ex-husband, finding him in a small blushing state.

“aish seo-ji, you said my secret was safe with you!!” he quickly exclaimed to avert her gaze, hands immediately finding their way to his daughter — tickling her all around.

y/n’s eyes softened at the sight, lips automatically upturning to a sweet smile. she missed this, the feeling of being a happy family.

when the giggles from seo-ji soon drowned out, she ran to go get her stuff from the apartment, leaving the two divorcees alone with each other.

they both quickly became awkward and tense like earlier. their hesitant glances towards one another were evidence that their relationship was on good terms only for their daughter, and perhaps more.

but for the time being, everything and anything was uncomfortable between them.

“so.. heard from jake that you have a date tonight?” y/n suddenly blurted, trying to break the ice.

the male’s head shot up. “hm? oh yeah..,” he paused — “sunoo just set it up for me, and practically begged me to go so…,” his voice weakened at the end with an awkward chuckle spurted out.

she nodded at his reasoning in return— “that’s good..,” she slightly trailed off at the end.

“and you?” he squeaked.

y/n gave a small laugh with a shake on her head. “oh no.. my life revolves around our little girl now. she will always have my full attention.” her eyes shifted from sunghoon to her daughter in the background, hearing the rushed talks from seo-ji as she tried to swiftly gather her belongings.

“she’s my life,” she murmured with a smile she didn’t know she had.

as her gaze stayed on their little girl, sunghoon kept his on her. his eyes sparkled with love that he still had for her — love that had never been resolved.

he missed her and her warmth. just everything about her, really.

but the divorce between them was still fresh, giving them fresh wounds to heal from — wounds that had been cut open from their constant fights and arguments.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

“sunghoon, please.” y/n sighed in a groggy expression.

“i’m tired too, can’t you see that? you can’t be the only one acting tired here.” he reverted back with a slight eye roll.

“i’ve been watching her all day, you were barely home.”

“you think i’d rather be out, doing work?” he spat. “i’d much rather stay home with our little girl, but does it look like i have a choice? i’m trying to provide for us.”

the girl groaned. “i’m trying to let seo-ji have a good life, you think that she can do that with only me?”

sunghoon clicked his tongue in annoyance as he slightly walked away. his hands were firmly on his hips as he uttered, “did you not just hear me? i want the best for my daughter too, i want to be there too. you’re the one who gets to be with her, i don’t.”

she sighed at his words, heart breaking down each time she let it ring in her ears. she was glad her baby was staying with min-su and her partner, heeseung for the night. the couple came to pick her up towards the end of the day, giving her and sunghoon a moment to say things.

and with their raised voices and constant arguing, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for them. otherwise, it would’ve woken her sweet girl.

“sunghoon..,”

she watched him roll his watery eyes. “what?” he croaked in a weakened tone, voice cracking with every strength he had to hold back his breakdown.

she didn’t continue, letting his eyes meet hers so they could speak their worries through the dreaded gaze.

“this isn’t working..,”

he sighed at the painful truth. “i know… it’s not.”

the two were sat a few feet away from each other as they came to terms of their situation. constant miscommunication and bottled feelings drifted their relationship apart.

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“okay, mommy, ready!” seo-ji yelled, quickly clasping onto her mom’s hands. “bye daddy!”

y/n formed a half smile towards her old lover. “let me know when you’ll pick her up,” she mumbled.

sunghoon gave soft kisses towards his daughter before the two walked away — giving him memories of when he’d kiss his used-to-be girl goodbye whenever she left anywhere.

a faint sigh left his throat as he stumbled back into his apartment.

“i should get ready..,” he said to himself, walking away to his planned outfit.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

“hey baby, what are you doing?” ji-woo sweetly uttered to her friend’s daughter.

“i’m trying to draw you, auntie ji-woo!” seo-ji yelled back.

a few giggles went around as min-su uttered, “ooh! me next!”

“okay! wait! i’m almost done!”

y/n’s little girl beamed an eye smile, causing ji-woo to say — “she has your eyes.”

“yeah, but she has her dad’s cute smile.” y/n responded, letting her gaze linger on seo-ji’s adorned features.

“so.. you heard about sunghoon right?” dae mumbled with a lip bite.

she quickly glanced at jungwon’s boyfriend before looking back at her daughter, who peered her head up at her dad’s name.

“daddy?” seo-ji whispered.

y/n smiled and nodded. “mhm, daddy’s going out with a friend tonight, that’s why you’re with me!” she gave a soft ruffle to her little girl’s wavy hair — inherited from her mom, of course.

“how long will he be gone? i miss him.”

“you miss him? but i’m with you! how could you miss him when mommy is right here?” y/n pouted, hiding her grin.

“your mommy’s sad now, seo-ji! what are you gonna do!” yelled min-su with a slight gasp.

“oh no!” dae beamed.

“noo! i’m sorry!” seo-ji quickly exclaimed, jumping on her feet to comfort her mom. “help me, auntie min-su and uncle dae! ..mommy??” she poked her mom’s arm.

y/n peeked down at her and found her bulged, puppy eyes melting her heart instantly.

“i’m sorry! i like you just as much as i like daddy!”

“like? you don’t.. love?” the mom teased with a plastered grin.

“oh my gosh, your daughter’s trying to apologize to you!” dae chimed in, playfully scoffing.

y/n huffed out mounds of laughter in her stomach before forgiving her empathetic daughter. she tucked a few hair strands behind her ears, placing soft kisses on her forehead while murmuring, “i forgive you, seo-ji. are you hungry?”

the little girl furiously nodded her head as min-su uttered — “me too!” — followed by ji-woo and dae to chime in as well, causing y/n to laugh with a healing heart.

her daughter and her friends were all she needed.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

seo-ji remained in the dining room area, eating with rolled up sleeves and a tied hair done by her mom.

y/n and her three friends were near but stayed closer to the living room, carefully hearing for the little girl just in case something happened.

“she eats just like you,” min-su said with a slight snort.

her words caused a wide chuckle to erupt out of her friend. “seo-ji’s been with me a lot so i wouldn’t be surprised if she ate just like me.” y/n murmured back with her eyes staring at her daughter.

“are you really okay with the whole sunghoon thing though?”

she glanced at ji-woo who said it, but only nodded.

“nothing much i can do about it, he’s moving on.”

her heart tore a little, ripping open another wound in her chest that was barely healing. she didn’t like how every sentence she spewed left a bitter taste in her mouth, but what else could she do?

“i’m really sorry for how things turned out..,” one of her friends sympathetically said to her.

“it’s okay.. my little girl is all i need.” she murmured, glancing at seo-ji who was just about done.

“mommy! i’m done!”

just as y/n was about to get up, ji-woo stood first.

“don’t worry girl, i’ll get her.”

before the mom could protest, her friend had already rushed to seo-ji. a small smile formed on her face, feeling grateful for all three.

“come on, seo-ji, let’s wash your hands!”

“auntie ji-woo, where’s uncle jake? he’s always here.”

the two walked away to the bathroom, giving ji-woo the chance to give her reasoning that no uncles except dae would join for tonight.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a few hours in, and seo-ji was wrapped in y/n’s arms now.

the little girl was settling into her nap time, eyes closing in an instant with the comforting warmth her mom radiated.

y/n continued to tuck a few wavy hair strands away from her daughter’s face, gaze fixated on every gorgeous feature she inherited from her and sunghoon combined.

“i never thought i’d actually see you become a mom.” ji-woo confirmed with a proud smile.

“we’re proud of you,” dae added in.

“you used to always hate kids, but now here you are, having one of your own in your arms.” min-su softly uttered, careful to not wake her niece.

everyone’s eyes gathered on the little girl who was softly snoring in her sleep.

y/n’s eyes were softened the most.

she did, in fact, hate kids, but she loved and cherished her daughter — her daughter, who she never imagined to have.

“it feels like we’ve seen you grown up,” ji-woo continued her sad talk. “remember when you always told us that you and sunghoon would be the last to have kids out of all of us?”

the four broke out into laughter as they thought back to their years of being in college.

“yeah..,” y/n’s heart sank as she remembered how good her and sunghoon used to be. “we were so sure of ourselves that we’d have kids after you all had yours too. we were so bad with handling kids before we had our little girl.”

she smiled back at the memory before hearing dae intrude — “now look at you, you were the first to have a kid.”

“me and heeseung next,” min-su prompted, causing hushed laughter to fill the air.

y/n beamed a wide grin afterwards, standing up to settle her baby down in the bedroom.

after doing it with ease, she walked back out and found dae specifically sitting where she had told sunghoon she was pregnant.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

“gorgeous, what happened??” sunghoon bursted out the door, heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs.

he clenched onto his chest with his eyes sewed shut, desperately gasping for oxygen as his girlfriend stayed sitting on the couch in silence.

“y/n? you okay?�� he said in a softer tone. “what’s wrong?”

“sunghoon..,” she whimpered.

her head turned to meet his gaze, and almost immediately, her reddened eyes that were puffed from her tears worried the poor boy.

“hey, hey, why are you crying?” he attempted to comfort, arms immediately bringing her into his embrace.

“hoonie…,” she quietly called again.

sunghoon pulled away with a comforting hand placed on her cheek.

“what’s wrong, pretty?”

“i’m..,” y/n sighed with a heavy heart, feeling a lump in her throat as she uttered, “i’m pregnant.”

the male paused every muscle movement in his body. “w..what? you’re what?” he said in denial.

“i’m pregnant,” she repeated, fingers fidgeting around little picks of skin.

it now added up for sunghoon — all of why she was suddenly moody, why her period was delayed, why she kept talking about feeling sick — the girl he loved was pregnant.

a gasp of air left him as he grinned ear to ear, heart feeling full with the thought of a baby on the way.

“you’re pregnant,” he reiterated with an upbeat tone. “you’re really pregnant.” he quickly stood on his feet before yelping in joy. tears were quick to fill his eyes as he felt like someone who had just won the lottery.

as her boyfriend continued to celebrate, y/n stayed sitting, chewing on her lips in fear.

“sunghoon.. please sit..,”

the boy quickly obliged, though his excitement still seeped through him in every way possible.

slowly, her eyes trailed up to meet his. and almost instantly, her heart fluttered at how handsome he looked — but it shattered within seconds of the news she was gonna deliver to him.

“i don’t know if i want this…,” she cracked out.

“o..oh…,” hoon blinked with a dry throat. “you don’t want to keep the baby?”

y/n quickly shook her head, tears already filling her eyes for the worst outcome.

but his hands placed itself on hers, letting his fingers cling around to reassure while he continued — “it’s your decision, gorgeous, i won’t force you.”

she shot her head up at him, and sunghoon only pushed his lips together to form a confirming smile.

“having a baby with you is what i want, but just not right now. we’re too young, and we’re both barely starting life and-“

her constant blabbering was shut up by a quick peck on the lips from her boyfriend. “we are young, y/n, but this decision is entirely up to you. i want this with you, and i want to be a dad but if you decide that you don’t want to yet, then that’s okay.”

sunghoon’s thumb rubbed little strokes on her crying cheeks as he spoke with his caring eyes.

he wanted the baby, but he wanted y/n more.

“can i think about this first?” she uttered with sparkling eyes.

his thick brows knitted together to convey how she could even question a thing like that. “of course you can, pretty girl. think about it, and let me know.”

the boy placed a sweet and comforting kiss on his girl’s forehead before pulling her into a hug.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

what broke y/n’s heart the most was how the stress of raising a child never bothered to pop into their head until later — when the continuous struggles got to the soon-married couple.

all they wanted was to be a family, and all they wanted was to have their daughter have loving parents who were in a loving relationship.

and of course they had their moments of joy when everything felt perfect for a while.

like when sunghoon would sleep closely next to seo-ji when she was an infant after watching her all day, and his body would be facing toward his baby girl. then y/n would come home, find them softly snoring, and laugh silently to herself when catching onto her baby’s wavy hair contrasting with hoon’s messy hair that fell to the front of his face.

or when seo-ji would wake up in some mornings with a sudden, personal preference on which parent she wanted — it mainly being y/n. and their little girl would cling onto her, making sunghoon pout in return of how his daughter had most of his features but would much rather be with her mom. little complaints would leave his mouth, but he secretly loved to see his small family together.

or, when seo-ji was still one, and sunghoon remained persistent in going ice skating so the three went to an ice rink. their baby would be dressed in warm clothing with mini earmuffs and gloves wrapped around her hands. and hoon would carefully glide the little girl around, letting her get used to the constant slippery surface while y/n personally sat the ice skating out and recorded instead.

or even, when they’d go to gatherings planned by their friends and everyone would instantly go to seo-ji, leaving the exhausted parents to intertwine their hands and watch how much their friends adored their child. little murmurs of — “us next?” would constantly be heard all around while uncle jay would try and snatch her away from everyone else.

nothing could beat those fond memories that were shared upon sunghoon, y/n, and their special little girl, seo-ji.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a sigh left y/n as she walked to her ex-husband’s apartment. days had gone by since she was last here to pick her daughter up, and now she’s dropping her off once again.

“be good okay? i know daddy probably misses you a lot,” she muttered, hands moving her daughter’s strands of hair.

“mhm! i will!”

a few knocks on the door were made before it creaked open to the handsome man, sunghoon.

“daddy!” seo-ji yelled, quickly detangling her hands from her mom’s to jump into hoon’s arms.

“seo-ji! how’s my little girl?” he left constant kisses around her cheeks, causing little laughter to burst out of her.

y/n beamed a smile at the sight in front of her. she knew they weren’t a family anymore, but it was somewhat healing to know that they could still share loving moments like this.

she heard her old partner yell out in joy, laughing with their daughter and giving wide grins that still secretly lit up her heart.

she still loved him.

“alright, i’m gonna take off, but be good, seo-ji. i’ll come pick you up some time soon, okay?” y/n mumbled.

her baby girl stood with a pout. “you’re leaving already?” she frowned. “you can’t! i don’t want you to! just stay a little longer in daddy’s house.”

y/n immediately chuckled at her daughter’s words. “i have to go, i have to meet auntie ji-woo and them soon.”

seo-ji’s eyes were quickly filled with tears as her bottom lip puffed out. “please mommy..,”

the mom’s heart shattered at her words but she only sighed.

“i’m sorry baby, i’ll come soon though okay?”

her daughter sighed as well before giving a tight hug around her mom.

sunghoon watched his two girls with soft eyes, heart slightly melting at this cherishing memory.

he loved the little things like this when they were still together.

and the one thing that always made him fall in love with y/n even more was how she always mentioned her hatred for kids, but when their daughter came into their life, she immediately loved her with no resentment.

everything about y/n was his weakness and it still showed because —

he still loved her.

“i’ll miss you,” seo-ji muffled through her sobs.

“i’ll miss you too, seo-ji.” y/n pulled away, wiping the tears from her sweet girl as she placed a soft kiss on her cheeks. “have fun with dad though, he misses you a lot too.”

she glanced up to hoon with a half smile. “okay i have to go because if i’m any later, uncle dae will be scolding me! here’s her backpack.”

the girl raised the bag and allowed sunghoon to take it, letting his fingers softly graze against hers.

there was a flicker — a spark, almost, at their little touch.

something was obviously still alive between the two when they glanced up at each other, eyes quickly shifting back and forth with their unresolved tension.

a linger was made present in the air, both not wanting to break the locked gaze but needing to anyway.

y/n walked away after saying one last goodbye to her daughter, feeling heavily burdened at the weighed pressure in her heart; while sunghoon closed the door behind him, mind and heart painfully filled with the memory of his ex-wife, and the mere thought of how much he loved her.

they knew they couldn’t though.

they shouldn’t, for the sake of their daughter, seo-ji.

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a/n: i just wanted to say as well, that i see the requested oneshots in my inbox, and i will try my best to write them! but it may take me a while, so please be patient with me <3 also someone tell me if this oneshot came out okay bc i wrote this at 3am with tired eyes..

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lovedrruunk · 30 days

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‘Awkward meetings ❀⋆.ೃ࿔

Venture (Overwatch x reader)

Authors note!! ＼(＾▽＾); second venture fic!! Tbh I just rlly rlly rlly hated my last one so I’m giving it another go bc I’m actually just so in love with them.. If you see me pocketing the HELL out of a venture mind yer damn business. also im having a pretty tough time coming up with scenarios so id rlly appreciate some ideas!

This was new. Sloane wasn’t nervous; they weren’t the nervous type! They’re bold, and fun, and eccentric (in a good way!) and they most definitely weren’t nervous! So why was it that each time you came around they seemed to trip over their words?

“Young love…” Tracer and Angela couldn’t help but smile, looking at the two of you from a distance as they were enjoying their coffee in Gibraltars HQ lounge.

Any regular person would call them crazy for seeing anything romantic about your awkward short interactions, but knowing both of you when you’re apart tells them everything they’d need to know.

“Yea!... I like your nails! They look… aesthetically pleasing…”

“Oh, thank you! Yea um- painted them myself!”

“Really? Wow! That must’ve taken like… a billion years!”

“Haha!...Yea!”

In the distance, both women were heavily facepalming. They couldn’t help but cringe at the conversation, and as cute as the two of you were, awkwardness had its limits and you two seemed to hit it a while ago.

Sloane didn’t plan on the conversation going this way, they promise! It’s just each time they try talking to you their palms start to sweat and their knees start to wobble and the only thing they can focus on is your face and your voice and trying to think of the right joke to make you laugh and suddenly all those late nights of coming up with scenarios in their head of what to say to you while giggling and kicking their feet are left completely forgotten. All the diary entries describing exactly what they would say and do in order to at least be your friend have now gone to waste.

To be more than an acquaintance to you, that's all they’re asking for, they’ve lowered their standard and yet they couldn’t even reach it!

With a heavy sigh, they turn to look at you, wanting to give the conversation one more try. “Look… I’m really sorry for how lame I'm being. To be honest, I just think you’re really cool and it feels like I have no idea how to approach you!” They smile as they feel their nerves calm now that they’ve confessed to their nervousness. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy they had decided to break the ice first.

“Oh gosh okay, I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt that way!! I’ve always thought you were cool and funny, honestly I just really wanted to get to know you.”

At this point, you were both smiling and it seemed like the heavy atmosphere had completely vanished now that you were both being transparent.

In the background, Tracer and Angela celebrated quietly, proud of the two of you for finally being able to act normal around one another. You two spent the next couple of minutes warming up to each other as you laughed and joked making plans to hang out, a warm feeling now in your chests.

“Y’know I don’t even know why I was so intimidated in the first place…”

“You could sense my gay agenda.”

#I DONT LIKE THIS ONE THAT MUCH EITHER EURHEHH #guess ill have to try try try again...#venture x reader #overwatch x reader #venture overwatch

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ridingtorohan · 11 days

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How the shifters react to you having a high body temp, knowing that it represents your platonic/romantic attraction to them

Goofy headcanon time!

Each titan shifter can recognize how another shifter feels about them based on their body heat. This includes all attraction: familial, platonic, aesthetic, romantic, so on.

SPOILERS for shifter identities AND events up to Season 4 Special Literally everyone has some spoilers for the anime to some extent. Older shifters like Kruger and KSaver is excluded, but there's 11 listed. It's in order from oldest to youngest.

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ZEKE YEAGER

He feels it for a second, when your knuckles brush against his wounded shoulder, fastening his restraints tighter, making sure he's secure while transporting him out of Marley on the blimp

Blue eyes darting to you, tracing the features on your face, lingering for a second on the titan marks beneath your eyes

Then he focuses on the task at hand, filing that away for later

He has a lot of time to stew on it, the simmering heat under your touch. Low but steady. Lucky for you! You're assigned to his guard detail in the forest with Captain Levi

Shifter to shifter, you're able to relate on a different level than he does to Levi.

Also makes note how you drop to ice cold when the horrors of Shiganshina. Probably realizes that's where you snagged yourself a titan ability.

Listen... if you saw him coming out of the Beast........... you're smoking, iykyk?

Because he's a little shit, he uses it to his advantage. Makes full eye contact with you during conversations, leaning forward. Which makes it interesting when you or Levi nip off his arms to restrain him and you have to give him a drink.

Leans in nice and slow, eyes staring directly into yours, letting you watch him as he takes a long, slow sip. Licks his lips, knowing you're watching him, leans back, eyes lidded. "Thank you, I was terribly thirsty"

Levi kicks his teeth in

Lord have mercy on you for when it's time to bathe

He literally will always use it to his advantage if you let him but will never clue you in unless you already know

Zeke will tease you about this, pressing a cigarette to his lips, his arm or leg brushing yours. "Are you cold? I can help you feel warmer" (Levi is murdering him with his eyes in the background)

Y'know maybe he does warm you up later 😏

Probably starts warming up to you shortly before his jailbreak, though it's hard to tell in what way.

After this point, it's a little too late to do anything else about it.

LARA TYBUR

Bro you hardly even realize that she's a titan at first.

As a titan inheritor, the Marley Gov't requires that you and your fellows play nice with the Tybur family whenever they visit.

She's tepid temperature at first, your thoughts and ideas making you a little colder to the touch.

You brush against each other at some fancy schmancy dinner party. She act very much like an Eldian at the party, silent, refilling your cup and you thank her.

Later, you're just feeling soo awkward with her family, with watching Willy dance around his family, laughing and jesting.

Some of the Warriors keep trying to make guesses as to who the Warhammer is but ultimately you don't figure it out

You try your luck at befriending all of them, painfully aware of Willy's eyes on you every time you talk to his sister

But something about Lara keeps drawing you in. Her quiet demeanour, the sleek attire, her proper figure. Dutiful and classy, voice quiet but confident.

Telling her about books and the latest movie, offering tea and biscuits from your Zone whenever you visit.

She never says anything about your body temperature and honestly you don't touch her often enough to notice a difference

But you do notice that she talks to you a little more, lingers by your side more than she does anyone else

During the attack, you do everything you can to defend her crystal - so painfully, carefully aware of how it burns under your titan's hand

REINER BRAUN

Sorry, he's made to suffer. Nothing in his life is ever easy. Isayama decided that. (And so did I.) (There's a happy ending, I promise.)

Things would be simpler for Reiner if everything went well, if he became a great warrior, if his father noticed him, if he did well on his missions. The first thing that goes wrong is Marcel.

When he meets you for the first time, a memory tickles at his mind. Something familiar in the way your skin touches his. Then he gives you a smile, introducing himself and Bertholdt.

Something about you always drew him in. He'd watch you across the training yard and smile whenever you looked at him. Always glad to help you out, shedding himself of the warrior skin and so much easier into the soldier one.

Sucks as a sparring partner btw. Always checking to make sure he didn't go too hard on you.

At some point you probably made mention of him working up a sweat during the training. His body temp is not much warmer than normal but noticeable. Everyone in the Cadets is his pal but there's something special about you

You, who feels like they've had a bit too much sun, but still comfortable.

With time, it may increase to a warmth that lingers in his bones, reminding him of his mother's teas and fresh bread.

He really likes wrapping his arms around you for this, a big bear who just holds you tight to his chest. Big squish!

Likes to clap his hands to your shoulders from behind, feel your warmth in his hands

If you are this warm, he'll always do a little start when you touch him, caught off guard. With as often as he's thought about you, he'll become a bit flustered at times - he begins to entertain a crush and/or getting to know you better.

However, a part of Reiner always remains..... apprehensive

Lays awake at night wondering about you, your tale of being orphaned, family long dead. Something not quite settling

This is what stops him from actually getting close-close to you

At Utgard Castle, it's obvious why something niggled inside him at the sight of you. Because one day, when his dreams were shattered by a boy, a titan lunged out of the ground. That's how you inherited the Jaw

It explains everything, in the end. He may not have recognized that you were a fellow shifter but he did recognize the body heat

You, unfortunately, are either kidnapped or agree to go along with Reiner and Bertholdt in the forest.

You are, either, an unfortunate soul cast out of Marley or a former warrior candidate who was cast out alongside your family thanks to Zeke's efforts years prior. If the latter, Reiner does mention it to Zeke in hopes of him sparing you because, technically, you are on "their" side. It's not a positive outlook either way.

Knowing your fate in Marley, Reiner spends time with you. Painfully aware of how broken his betrayal meant to you (if you're colder) or how you still believe in him (if you remain the same/increase)

Above all else, Reiner considers you a friend and he's so sorry.

If, by sheer chance, he leaves you unsupervised or your chains a little loose to "let your blood circulate" and you accidentally escape, he won't be upset.

And if, he saw you, years later, doing recon work in Marley.. and your eyes caught, he would make the conscious choice to turn away.

Marcel may have been his first mistake but he doesn't regret these two.

Very awkward when you join forces with him to take down Eren.

Reiner remembers the last time he saw you, what your touch felt like.

But the thing about Reiner isn't that his soldier personality was a persona - it's still him. He still cares for you. At this point you know what the touch means, can't blame it on the campfires. You may or may not have trusted him before but you trust him now.

Your hand slides in his, reminiscent of your first meeting, letting him know. "I trust you, Reiner. We'll work with you"

He'll still be withdrawn from the Paradis group but ... his feelings about you never really stopped. Time, distance and circumstance may have changed it, but never stopping it.

He thinks of your touch, even now, even during the final fight.

And, when everything is said and done, when the titan blood doesn't linger in either of your veins, Reiner knows how you feel by the look in your eyes.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Whatever you do, do NOT think about Bertholdt touching a non-Marleyan shifter after he escapes beyond the walls. Do NOT think about your touch burning under his, with Bert pleading for Zeke's mercy. Because despite everything, you still thought so highly of him.

Real talk: THIS GUY IS THE REASON YOU BECAME A TITAN SHIFTER

Unfortunately, despite being a fellow warrior candidate, you weren't chosen. Your score was a smidge below what they were looking for.

Bert was one the first to shift. In the practice field where this is done, he, unfortunately, steamed the heck out of you. Bad enough that it was a matter of getting medical attention asap. Fortunately, thanks to your score, the generals decided that you would be swapped out with one of the candidates and inherit a titan!

This is Bertholdt's first memory as a titan, by the way. :) He feels beyond terrible for what happened.

But having grown up together, helped each other through the trials and training... you two wind up being friends. Decently close, because he winds up telling you about his family, what he's doing for his father.

Bert looks up to you a lot. Always staying by your bedside when you got injured, kept a Band-Aid in his pocket for whenever you tripped during the training. (Or if he does. As gangly-limbed as that boy was, that happened often too.)

He knows but also doesn't about the significance of the warmer touches. It was probably one of those tidbits that was filed away for later and then forgotten. It doesn't matter when you're in bed injured and recovering from the heat damage he literally inflicted on you.

Super caring. Always having to talk both of you out of trouble when you wind up in it. But Bertholdt finds himself admiring that anyway, how different you are to him. (He's actually so thankful that you're a warrior with him, even if this was the worst way for it to happen.)

The other warriors clue in that you two are close but don't really comment on it. "Good for them" stance.

Bertholdt likes sitting next to you! Thighs brushing, his leg touching yours. Just small intimate moments that mean the world to him.

Then Marcel gets attacked and all Bertholdt can think about is 'thank god it wasn't you'. He'll stay wide awake watching you sleep at night, only nodding off when/if you let him sleep beside you, his palm on yours.

During training, Bertholdt finds a lot of comfort by sleeping next to you. Even if he ends up sprawled all over your body.

Thing is, Bertholdt doesn't really quite piece together the heat thing. Just knows that you're his, in some shape or form, that you're what's making this mission bearable. He doesn't miss Marley, he just misses you whenever you're not around.

Gets fidgety if you elect to join a different faction from him. But he understands. (But when you walk past him during the scouts enlistment, his hand catches yours for just a moment. Just for this. Because no matter what you mean to him, he wants you to stay.)

Fake dating trope because how else are you supposed to inform Bertholdt about the information you gathered while in the interior?

Everybody believes the ruse lmao

And, the thing with him is, there always feels like there's going to be more time. Sitting at tables, talking about your days. Reminiscing about Marley and campfires.. it's easy to think that you'll get those days back. That it's just another year, another season, another "one more time" before you get to go home.

For Bert, his feelings are... kind of a catch-all. Could be inferred as romantic or platonic. All he knows is that you're the most important person to him. He's just so glad that he gets to spend your thirteen years together.

And, when the mission goes wrong, when the attempts to kidnap Eren go awry and he has to pull your battered body from your titan, Bertholdt is right by your side, as he always is. There's always going to be another attempt, another chance. (Until there isn't.)

Bertholdt feels like home, his hand warm in yours. (He wants to keep coming back to you.)

Maybe those three simple words are whispered, right before it all goes to shit and you're captured/immobilized and Bertholdt grows desperate to get you back. Maybe you two never say them at all. But when it's just you two, the moments feel like they last forever.

(But you do. You know you have to talk about what this means for both of you, even if it meant defining your friendship in a different way. And he'll stutter and stumble over his words but listen intently, knowing that nothing is worth the cost of losing you. And he's secretly so relieved that you feel the same way, no matter what form your affection takes shape as.)

Bertholdt will cherish your friendship for as long as he lives.

PIECK FINGER

Whoo! Titan! Bes - ties!

Warrior trainees together, it totally sucked when you were passed over and Pieck inherited without you. She's pretty chill about everything, walking down the street with you while holding hands, throwing her arms around you constantly. Letting you ride atop her titan's back while she runs around the airfield.

Consider your relationship with her a mix of her squad and Porco

Legit you both are close before you even get a chance to inherit your titan, which you do! Eventually!

She's honestly not that great at explaining how titan shifting works or how to "focus" and "control" it but she'll help you get your bearings by walking around with you in titan form

Her body heat is like a heated blanket, warm and comfortable, ooey gooey melting cookie in your mouth kind of warm.

If you're ever on a long trek together, it's easy to doze off next to her, backs pressed together or her head in your lap.

Honestly she probably doesn't even think to mention how you feel to her, or acknowledge what it means. Pieck is happy with everything you are, how it feels with you.

actually tbh might comment about it everytime she springs a hug on you

"Incoming hug! Ahh... this is nice. you're so warm😊"

Your warmth is so comfortable to her. She's often nuzzling against you.

Honestly you guys would be borderline romantic, even if one/neither of you felt that way. It's just how you two are.

If you do cheek kisses, she'd be all up for that.

If you're romantically attracted to her, it'd be a seamless transition. Like you could invite her somewhere and mention it's a date and she'd just go "oh yay :)".

Otherwise at some point someone comments about how you two are always together on outings (calling them 'dates') and Pieck just goes "yes. :)" then later when it's just you two, "it really does feel like a date sometimes, doesn't it?"

Definitely respects it if you're not interested in her that way + just think of her as a sister or best friend. She won't change how she interacts with you at all (unless you mention that it makes you uncomfortable)

ANNIE LEONHARDT

A year (or a few) older than her, your family has warrior heritage; it’s a point of prestige and honour for you, moreso than for normal candidates. You have an expectation and responsibility to your ancestors to follow through. Of course you’d get a titan. Especially the one your family has meticulously trained for again and again; it’s not so much about the high esteem but keeping it in the family. Inheriting their memories. (For giggles, imagine it’s the attack or female titan.)

By the time Annie and the other warriors are partway through their training, you’ve all but confirmed your spot. It’s just a matter of establishing which one you’ll get.

You’re not exactly friends with Annie initially, especially with her aloof nature. But she’s companionable, sitting quietly if you ever approach her. Everything about her at the start is like that - withdrawn, solemn. Just as focused on her duty as you are. Either you find companionship over this fact or in spite of it - finding life worth living outside of being a candidate.

When you’re recovering from your inheritance, Annie is the one to tend to you. While you don’t remember a lot of it, amnesia getting the better of you, you’re almost certain that she was holding you.

Annie often watches as you continue your training, especially as a titan. She’ll gladly train in titan hand to hand combat with you once she inherits the female titan.

All the shifters are given books to learn about how to best utilize their titans. As they’re leafed through, it’ll mention the odd quirk of the shifters. Pieck is the most excited for this, followed by Reiner. It becomes a point of conversation, where everyone compares their temperatures - though Annie is quite reserved about the whole ordeal. She takes pity on Bertholdt who feels hot to her touch, though she does throw him under the ringer. You, though? She says not much at all, calling it quits at that point (if she hasn’t already).

She doesn't make a big deal of it at all, merely treating you like another candidate. One that she gets along with better than anyone else, at any rate.

In the group, you're dubbed "Annie's best friend". If Annie ever hears of this, you never know.

When it's time to leave for the wall, her knuckles brush against yours. The only indication that she's restless and has any qualms about what they're doing.

But as children honed for war, sometimes rivalries are hard to beat. Especially when the first tragedy strikes your group and Reiner takes the lead, leading you to wall. To mayhem. Murder is a different burden to bear, one that sits funny in your throat.

She sits with you at the refugee camps. While you've never seen her grab extra portions of food, she always seems to have some for you. She takes care of you (and you remember your first shift, how she had been the one to hold you).

Joining the Police is the only sane decision, the inner network so much like Marley. So much like home. You're relieved when Annie goes with you, even though you think it was for duty. (You never know if it was.)

Hitch gets added to the short list of Annie's friends. But nobody replaces you, nobody knows her as well as you do. You know each other's mood, the subtle raise of her brow or scrunch of her nose.

She takes her duty seriously - but she takes you seriously too.

You're the only comfort from home she has.

In the forest after she's hacked up by Levi, you're the one to grab her. To take her back, tending to her as she's cared for you so many times.

Unfortunately your close bond makes it easier to seek you out as a titan. Easier to goad you into advancing attacks, to defending her honour from horrors Armin promises she's enduring.

For you, Annie felt like home more than Marley ever had. Siblings, best friends, lovers. Whatever you felt for her, it was strong.

If you get a chance to see her chrystalized, you touch it desperately, trying to feel a sense of life inside. And you feel it, an echoing thrum beneath your hand.

She mentions it, later, when you two are alone on the ship. "I don't remember what you said, but I felt you." (She always has.)

And when you both go to fight Eren, fighting for something you want so desperately to keep now, you feel her knuckles brush against yours like they did so long ago. When you two were sworn to duty, marching to the walls. This time, you take her hand and never let go.

If you both survive this, she'll show you exactly how much you mean to her.

YMIR

100000% figured out you were a titan shifter because of this.

Her memories of the castle are hazy at best; initially she only remembers the heat and fog, the truth of Christa's real name.

While she knows quite a bit about her titan and its abilities, she doesn't know anything useful. The body heat memories? She knows it. Knows how her previous shifter learned about it, knows how he felt about his comrades.

She's hardly had reason to touch you before this, but like she figured out Reiner in the castle (they touched briefly) she also knows who you are. Knows the truth of your Marleyan roots.

Like Annie, you had been more distant from the group and more independent - you weren't as easily found out compared to them. At that point, it was only Ymir who really knew. Go, you. Clap yourself on the back for a job well done.

As well as you'd hide your identity, unfortunately the capture must take precedence. With Annie compromised, Reiner and Bertholdt outed, you have no choice but to pick up their slack.

Eren is fucking pissed that you're a titan and regardless of your involvement with the walls breaking, often voices his displeasure towards you loudly.

Ymir saw it coming so she takes it in stride and is dismissive towards you. You two really don't get a chance to speak, not until she's back in Marley and that's all that's left for her. Stone walls and iron bars, her complacency and feeling like a debt is owed is what keeps her there.

You sit with her most days, where she eventually opens up about the cadets. That's not to say you're best friends, but she's not dense enough not to take advantage of how you feel about her.

Listen, if you're not a woman, you stand no chance. If you are, she might confess her feelings towards Christa, how Christa helped her change as a person, how she felt like she could be herself.

How she could be herself around you, too.

While Ymir was never as buddy-buddy with you as she had been Christa, she had often roped you into being indebted to her, owing her favours one way or another.

She's back to her usual tirade even while imprisoned, using those unreturned favours to charter better meals or pen and papers. Most days you watch her write, rewrite, try to figure out what she wants to pen to Christa. Ultimately she writes her final draft with Reiner and leaves it in his possession.

Ymir is never quite hostile towards you, not when she learns of your service to your country, to the threat you thought Paradis posed. To the family and people you swore to protect. She understood it. Perhaps better than anyone bar Marcel.

You get a chance to touch her sometimes, changing the irons or giving her new clothes or meals.

There was a time when you were closer, as cadets. When she'd sling an arm over your shoulder, teasing about something or other. That's what it mostly was, her goading you into some tasks for her or taking the fall for things.

Back then, she used how you felt about her against you.

Unfortunately, facing death, she's mellow and more withdrawn. You don't learn much of anything during this time, not verbally anyway. But you learn about what kind of person she was, what role she had before.

And she asks for you to be there when she's eaten. Not directly, but something Reiner tells you later. When he's telling you that you've spoken more to her than she has, that she had tolerated your presence better, that you were the only Marleyan that she looked forward to seeing.

And when you go through her cell later, rifling through what meagre possessions she had, you find a letter addressed to you, hidden beneath leaflets of messy unfinished letters. Thanking you for not treating her as a monster, for not using Christa against her like Bertholdt had. That if she had a choice, she'd want you to inherit the jaw solely for your friendship with your fellow cadets and Christa.

She writes of other things too, little things she noticed about you, tips on how to get better at hiding or hitting. Advice on to living for yourself and not under the charade of the Marleyan government.

There's scrawled out ink, too, of things that she crossed out. She writes in that familiar, knowledgeable but closed off way that she does. In those sentences, under candle light, you can make out her thoughts on the heat exchange, moments from your cadet days. Once, what she would've done if you both had stayed on Paradis. Even a list of favours that she wanted to bank on, teasing remarks written in margins of paper and belittling comments that felt only praising coming from her.

Strange, how you only know her better in death, where you can no longer speak to her and hear the words left unsaid.

PORCO GALLIARD

the biggest baddest boldest guy who will LATCH ONTO YOU SO FAST MAN. I'm half joking

But he zeroes in the second your temperature spikes whenever you touch him. Turns his head towards you, gesture a little quick, eyes watching you, half-lidded. Aware, aware, aware of what this means

He's always always watching you after this, smirking softly to himself, just nodding along

You're so lucky he feels the same way because otherwise he'd just wrinkle his nose and turn his head away, "ew, you're hot" like the turd he is /affectionate.

Once he notices, Porco will always be hovering over you, in your personal space, raising his eyebrows and smirking when you turn around and bump into him. Gtfo Porco. Always casual about leaning against you, your arms brushing.

Porco doesn't really do cuddling but he'll be annoying about this, lightly touching. all. the. time.

Porco knows what it means. And if you don't say anything about it, he will. Just casually drops the fact about shifter body heat before shoving his hands and walking off casually. Leaving you guessing about his intentions.

Eventually it culminates in frustration because this smug mf won't tell you JACK.

Honestly you're going to have to confront him about this at some point unless one of the others point out the weird dance you two are doing.

(If you get frustrated with him enough that it affects your temp towards him, he'll knock it back so fast. Rubber banding it like a pro. He may be a dick but once it's clear he's making you uncomfortable he'll back off.)

Raises his eyebrows, leaning back. "You know what it means, don't you?" All smug. Leading into him talking about his own temperature, "Well, what do you think it means?" Literally makes you guess about how he feels about you. If you guess romantic, he'll lean his arm up against the wall, getting close to your face, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah."

Free boyfriend.

If you don't do teasing, he'll be more upfront. “You know what it means.” He's reciprocal so even if he didn’t romantically like you if you guess boyfriend, he’ll be like “yeah”.

Again, free boyfriend.

If you're strictly platonic, he'll do a little sigh, expression smoothing and go, “You're my best friend, dumbass.”

Free best friend.

Will become the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch if your temperature ever lowers.

Possessive possessive possessive. Competitive af. “Well, the other shifters don't feel hotter than I do, do they?" Glowers and sulks if anyone teases that your touch feels scorching hot to them.

Other than these instances, he actually NEVER mentions your temp or asks how you feel when he touches you. Would listen intently if you ever decide to describe in detail what his body temp feels to you.

Gets super smug if you mention it in front of the others.

EREN YEAGER

Sorry, there's no happy way this can end at all. :(

Eren straight up does not know about the heat thing until he inherits the attack titan's full memories.

But he's always kind of ... known in a way too. Every time your hands slap together or you pull each other out of danger, he feels it. The warmth lingering under your skin.

Grisha learned it during his studies with Zeke and Eren inherited that memory. Eren remembers then forgets in that same instant when he inherits his titan as a kid. So he knows, by pure instinct, that it's good. It feels right

He emotionally warms up to you more because of this.

Does not get touchy feely over this, although his hands often linger a little longer on you

There's two paths here. One where you're a Marleyan warrior and one where you inherit it after (jaw or in Shiganshina).

As a warrior, your betrayals burns worse than anything else. He's always suspected Reiner because of his cold+hot flashes but you? You who always burned like a star under his fingertips, who sent a wave of comfort through him?

It stings like nothing else has ever before.

It stings when he's in Marley, bandage to his face and leg, watching the people walk past.

He either waits for you purposefully or has Falco grab you a day/hours before the Marley exhibit. (Conveniently, this would be when Reiner is busy and he has an excuse to talk to Reiner later)

Or you come along with Reiner

It's such a small moment, in the end. His palm meeting yours, or your shoulders touching when you pass him by.

But it's a supernova, lit under his touch. And it settles the idea inside him that Marley and Paradis are the same, that there are people he cares for both in and outside the walls.

As a non-Marleyan, in the end, it doesn't change anything. He's still Eren and you're still you. Despite everything.

He's like a comet when he touches you later, after the rescue from Marley. Even when his knuckles are bruised from Armin's bones, when there's a fire in his eyes and death on his lips

But he's still Eren and you're still you.

And there's never enough time

(There's a memory that you only get later, after Everything. Where you sit together, toes on the beach, shoulder to shoulder. Where his skin is warmer than the sands. Where he tells you in what way he thinks about you. Where he asks you about yours and you answer. And you will remember this with a heat in your throat knowing that you'll never feel his touch again)

ARMIN ARLERT

I'm absolutely losing it just thinking about going to a sauna with Armin and after he finds out about the body heat thing he accidentally exclaims, "wait why'd you gET COLDER?" (if you do it's def because you went through the mental gymnastics of respecting his body and not getting thorsty)

He honestly didn't even realize there's a difference between normal people vs shifters because he actually hasn't touched the Warriors trio a lot prior to his shifting (so he has no baseline to compare it to). And Eren always ran hot

He really only clues in when he notices that your body temperate is a lot higher than normal and he freaks out a little, thinking you have a fever. Except everyone else assures him that no, you feel perfectly fine to them, what are you on about Armin??

Hange knows jack all about it; it's not a normal titan feature. Armin eventually has to ask Eren, Zeke or Annie about it directly

Gets flustered and comforted by the realization that you care so deeply for him. If you run crazy hot then it'll be like making him face his fear of fire (rip Armin)

If you don't know what the body temp means, he'll be all too glad to inform you! He won't ask you what temperature you feel his touches at BUT would be all too willing to test what influences the increase/decrease!

Turns super red if the experiments get a little too handsy and you both feel each other's temperatures spike

He's actually super touchy feely! Always reaching for you, giving you lingering hugs or brushing at your clothes/hair. He'll take your hand when its just you two, thumb stroking over the skin, basking in your warmth.

Will cuddle if you let him/ask him. Absolutely adores it. Always happy to indulge

If you're crushing on him, this is the thing that tips Armin off! He's so studious and acutely aware of each minute change so he notices when you get a little warmer, esp if you're reacting to him grabbing your arm or brushing something from your cheek

Probably noticed how you act around him too

If you're not crushing on him the it's just an awkward fiasco BECAUSE:

He confronts you about this. You're both just sitting down somewhere, him across from you, knees drawn up as you're talking or enjoying the silence. Eyes downcast as he brings up, "Do you have... feelings for me?" Voice soft, skin even hotter than his tomato red face. He takes your hands in his and looks up at you earnestly, "this is how I feel about you", letting you feel his emotions

In the case that Armin thinks of you strongly as a friend/ally only, he'll let you down gently. By directly referencing his newfound knowledge. Purposefully going "It's interesting that we can tell so much about the other person when you touch them like this" and he grabs your hand, looking right up into your eyes, smiling gently, "Like this. See? You'll always be my best friend" Emphasis on 'always' and 'best friend'. #friendzoned #ripyou

FALCO GRICE

Sunshine baby, baby boy, my literal son in another universe

He's always holding your hand. You're so cool! A warrior who trained with Reiner, he looks up to you immensely, although your term being close to being up stresses him TF out about Gabi

Listen, you're stuck with little brother Falco who always follows you around, tugging on your sleeve or running off on errands for you. Give him the time of day and you'll have a new dog. I mean child

If you're close to Reiner at all he'll latch on even harder. You're both his parental figures, although he gets so flustered if anyone mentions it.

He's deadset on inheriting the Armour but if you have the choice of who you can give yours to and you pick him, he's gonna cry.

He doesn't remember a lot about his first shift or the events surrounding it, except the smell of burnt flesh and fire in his arms. If you touch him at all when he immediately comes out of his titan, he'll dissolve into hysterics, crying without knowing why, because your touch reminds him immediately of the memory he's almost forgetting

Fortunately, he does forget

When you finally get to touch him after the amnesia period is over, Falco absolutely melts in your arms. Also immediately cries. Because he does know what this means, has studied this in his books, knows it from Porco's memories. Sobs and wails in your arms, feeling so secure and loved. Because you love him and you care for him. After everything he's been through, he needs this

Hugs you so, so tight every chance he gets, getting red-faced whenever Gabi teases him. Hovers by your side a lot, knowing everything will keep being okay so long as he can feel your warmth.

Always touching you, probably gets a little anxious when you leave him alone but eventually comes around.

For the kiddos out there who are crushing on my son, I raise a counter scenario. Just for you. You're now my child-in-law

Training together!! Yay!!

Your grades will vary, though you're definitely behind Gabi on the roster. Sorry, I do make the rules.

Falco excitedly told you about body heat when he read about it in a book!! You two excitedly try to figure out how you'd feel to each other.

Unfortunately, this is about the time he gets a crush on you. So Falco gets so flustered the next time you mention it to him and he ends up blurting that he hopes he never finds out what temperature you'd feel like to him.

Wants to protect you forever and ever, taking a similar route that he does with Gabi in canon.

You became shifters together! Terrible news!

Except when you're both pulled from the napes of your titans. When you have to ride with Connie, forgetting everything except the press of his hand in yours.

Falco may not remember the meaning behind the warmth but knows that it's good, that he can trust you.

Once his memories come back, avoids you to high heavens because he is so acutely aware of the flipside of this scenario. That you can feel how hot he burns because of his crush. He doesn't even think about what your hot touch means for him

You have to chase him down.

Keeps making excuses until you almost fight him trying to get him to settle.

He's definitely heartbroken if you tell him you only see him as a brother/best friend. Probably gets teary eyed and red-faced but accepts it before running off. He'll stop avoiding you after this.

Gets so red if you tell him you romantically like him too.

After the confession or when he's calmed down from the rejection, he comes back around. He's pretty constant at your side and will hold your hand if you let him, reassured by your warmth.

No matter what happens, at least you have each other.

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Turmoil and Tenderness

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Imagine pt.5

This morning, chaos reigned in the school. Nanami mentioned that you had fainted, yet the most frantic individual here was Gojo. Of course, who else? He has always been a drama queen.

After a long conversation with Yaga and fooling Gakuganji at the entrance, he hurried to the hospital with Shoko, leaving Geto behind without a word. Poor that man; now he had a consequence if Yaga asked about Shoko and Gojo's absence.

Gojo even left his phone in class and forgot to put on his shoes—what a scatterbrain!

Everything that unfolded was a consequence of your decision to run through the rain with Gojo to buy snacks and ice cream, ignoring Geto's warnings. Geto has probably had enough with you two.

But how could you tell? You can't change everything; you can't walk back to the past and fix anything. Because it was too late.

After locating your room, Gojo's booming voice rattled the door, drawing annoyed glances from the nurse and doctor due to its volume.

As he checked your condition, his hands roamed over every inch of your body, causing a little embarrassment as he grazed sensitive areas. His obliviousness to this fact highlighted his occasional stupidity, leaving you pondering whether he was truly innocent or simply dense.

"You're warm," he murmured, pressing his cheek against yours and then caressing them.

You can observe the worry etched on his face, despite his efforts to conceal it with a smile and loud chatter. Yet a hint of concern still lingers in his eyes.

"Naturally, I am, Gojo-kun."

"If Nanami hadn't found you in time, you might have drowned."

Indeed, you would nearly fall into the fish pond if Nanami hadn't found you. Fortunately, you were light enough to be carried, not as hefty as a sack of wheat.

"Gojo-kun," a chilly whisper cut through the silence.

"Yes?"

"You're... heavy. You're so heavy."

"Ah, my apologies."

Clearly, isn't it obvious? He leaned against your chest casually, like a newborn baby in a mother's embrace, seeking comfort from your sweet body while checking your heartbeat.

Could he feel the warmth emanating from your chest? Maybe. Did he find it comforting? No need to ask.

As Gojo shifted slightly, his gaze fell upon your disheveled visage, flushed like a crab, eyes watery with distress. In his eyes, you appeared vulnerable, so fragile like flowers—beautiful indeed.

"I find you endearing when you're like this, so fragile, like a flower," he remarked, his fingers grazing your cheeks as he chuckled.

"How amusing, Mr. Gojo."

Both of you chuckled, though you struggled to breathe. Yet, witnessing Gojo's concern for you left you engulfed in an odd sense of awkwardness, a feeling you couldn't quite shake off.

Remaining in his position, Gojo whispered, "They say, when we're this close, we might have been soulmates in a past life."

You laughed. "Soulmates in foolishness, perhaps. But what do you mean by 'close'?" You teased him, which left him flustered.

Amidst his laughter, Gojo turned away, hiding his shyness momentarily. "Speaking of faces, aren't we somewhat similar? Both of us are rather attractive; wouldn't you agree?"

"Are you stupid? Shut up. I don't want to hear you boast about your looks."

Gojo snapped his fingers, his laughter echoing. "How cruel. These lips of mine could make you melt with my kiss, you know."

"Oh, really?"

Silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the patter of raindrops and Shoko's laughter in the background.

"Hey..."

"What is it now, Gojo-kun?"

He leaned in closer, his forehead touching yours and his hand caressing your shoulder, before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. "The medicine hasn't taken effect yet."

A mischievous smirk played on his lips; he loved teasing you, finding joy in making you blush or flustered with his prank. Strangely, you found yourself enjoying his playful demeanor, willingly becoming his target.

"Do you think medicine works like WiFi? Get off my face!"

"But you seem to enjoy my kisses, don't you? How about I try your lips next?"

"I'm not enjoying your kisses; I just—I can do nothing this time."

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wandashousewife · 3 months

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“Dear Child.” (Chapter Four)

Pairing — Wanda x Reader

Synopsis — Your father was notorious for going on failed tinder dates for years after your mother had left for her own reasons which she never told you. You never actually thought your father had a chance in the vast sea of relationships until you found out that one of his friends knew a European woman a couple years older than you who wanted to marry him. Strange.

Warnings — Failure dad, absent mother

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

As the hours stretched into the evening, the adventures with your friends continued unabated, each moment infused with the vibrant energy of youthful exuberance and boundless possibility. From the bustling corridors of the mall to the neon-lit confines of fast food joints, and finally to the serene expanse of the beach, the journey unfolded like a tapestry woven from the threads of shared laughter and cherished memories.

Despite the chill in the air, the allure of the bioluminescent lights dancing upon the ocean's surface proved irresistible, casting a magical spell over the tranquil night. Against the backdrop of the shimmering waves, the world seemed to take on an otherworldly charm, enveloping you in a cocoon of wonder and awe.

Sitting in a blanket under the starry night, you and your friends enjoyed each other's company. It was a chill night, one you'd expect for the beginning of winter. But you barely registered it, focusing more on your own thoughts. The sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard in the distance, a soft background melody. And despite the darkness, you could make out the silhouettes of your friends as they laughed and chatted, their voices carrying on the wind.

You had been wondering how Wanda was doing so you decided to go home early. The cold mist in the air made your face feel a bit prickly as you walked back home under the night sky. The sounds of laughter and the waves rolling onto shore seemed to get louder the further you traveled.

When you got home, however, it was eerily quiet. You wondered if everyone was asleep but decided to check the living room. That's when you saw Wanda sitting in front of the TV, in her pajamas and wrapped in your hoodie.

“Hey Wands,” You smiled. She had always hated that nickname, thinking it as something childish, but that’s why you loved using it!

A bright smile crosses her lips, her cheeks turning a soft rosy pink. She seems a bit embarrassed by the nickname, but she forces herself to laugh it off. “Hi.” She turns away, her hands fidgeting idly with her sleeves. There was a brief, awkward silence before she breaks the ice. “I… did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, we went to a lot of places. But you wouldn’t know any of them since you’re such an old woman.” She lets out a quiet laugh at your teasing. “I might be an old woman, but at least my back doesn’t hurt from sitting on these chairs like someone’s mother.” She turns to face you and smiles, her gaze focused entirely on your form. The two of you stare at each other in silence, a hint of playful teasing in the air.

Wanda can’t help but notice how your eyes seem to linger on her in an almost flirtatious way. It’s as if you are undressing her with your eyes, taking her all in.

“What are you watching? Fifty Shades?” You teased again. She scowls, her cheeks turning a warm pink. She clears her throat and tries to laugh it off again. “No, I’d like to continue having my eyesight thank you very much.”

There’s another pause in the silence. Wanda glances away, her fingers toying with the fabric of your hoodie. She can’t help but notice how you were eyeing her up and down again. She looks away, her voice barely audible. “Do you think this… sweater does make me look like an old woman though?”

“Oh no, I was just joking. Why? Has marriage finally ruin your sense of humor?” She laughs softly, covering her lips to suppress the noise. The teasing comment felt different to her than all the others you usually make. A hint of insecurity creeps into her features. She knows you're joking, but still, she can't help but wonder if there's at least a little bit of truth in your words. Because Wanda knows that you've thought about that very thing.

She shakes her head and leans back in the chair, keeping her gaze averted. "No, not really. I was more curious to hear your honest opinion."

“Oh, okay.” There was a deafening silence once again until something had been brought up in your mind. “How is dad? I know he’s been taken certain pills, but how is he in that field?” "He's been better," Wanda whispers, letting out a breath of relief as you asked about your father instead of her. She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing towards your form. "He's been taking his medication more regularly, for starters, but most days he seems… distant. I know he's still adjusting to all of this, but it makes me a bit nervous for his health."

She sighs and looks away, running her hands through her hair. "But at least he's trying, I guess."

“Yeah, he said that he wants to try for another kid before he kicks the bucket.”

She freezes in her seat, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t help but notice how the color drained from her cheeks and a subtle flicker of irritation danced in her eyes. “What? When did he say this to you?” She bites her lip to suppress the anger, her voice tight and strained.

“Couple days ago, why? Do you not want to have a kid?” She stares at you for a few seconds before responding, her voice a mixture of resentment and hurt. “Of course I’d like to have a child one day, obviously.” She bites back the urge to yell or snap and tries to keep her cool. “But I’m still young, unlike some people I know.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, holding your hoodie tighter. She could feel the blood rushing to her face and a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

“Yeah, well you’re not the only one he’s pressuring.” You sigh, remembering his conversations with you about the future. “He wants me to settle down with some rich dude and have lots of kids.” She raises an eyebrow. "Your dad wants you to settle down?" She pauses and laughs to herself. "Of all people? That's ironic."

Wanda's tone is playful but it's hard to ignore a hint of annoyance when you mentioned your father's desire for you to get married one day. She takes a deep breath, trying to contain her jealousy.

“What what? There must be at least one person who wants to marry me!”

"Yeah, I doubt that," she laughs, teasing you playfully. "No guy is interested in marrying the nerdy virgin who can't even maintain eye contact with them."

Her comment seemed innocent, but there was a sudden shift in her expression as she seemed to realize what she said. Her hands gripped tight the sleeves of your hoodie, and her voice became softer, a hint of worry seeping in.

"I… I didn't mean that," she whispers, noticing how your eyes seemed to widen for a second. "I was jus–“ She shrugs, looking away, her hands slowly letting go of your hoodie. “Never mind.”

“Say it.” Your voice was heavy. Her throat clamps up and she can feel her emotions spiraling inside her. She glances back at you for a moment, her eyes lingering on your face. But then she abruptly looks away. "Nothing," she whispers, avoiding your gaze entirely.

You grabbed her shoulder, gripping it tightly, and stared directly into her. “Tell me.”

She flinches a bit when you grab her shoulder and her breathing hitches. Your sudden, aggressive tone catches her off guard. She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up, taking a deep breath as she does so.

"I was only going to say that there are definitely people interested in you. I'm sure of it."

Her words felt half-assed at best, like she was telling you what should have been so obvious.

With a softened gaze and a gentle release, you allowed your hand to slip from her shoulder, settling back into your own space with a sense of quiet gratitude. "Oh, thanks..." The words, though simple, carried a weight of appreciation.

She nods slightly, her eyes still not meeting yours. There’s a few seconds of silence between the two of you. Wanda fidgets nervously with her fingers, trying to push away any lingering awkwardness from your sudden outburst. Her eyes dart around for a moment before finally settling on the TV screen.

“So…” She clears her throat and changes the topic, although she couldn’t help but notice how her heart was still beating out of her chest.

“Want to watch a cheesy romcom?”

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vxiphoid · 1 year

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⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆ {002.}

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! theres definitely some favoritism in here… ft. savanaclaw

PREVIOUS NEXT

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

your dish is…

COFFEE CAKE !!

♫ APHRODITE - RINI

- you’ve served leona this once bc he was having a bad day and now he demands to make it again with him present. him? oh no, he’s not helping. he’ll watch you. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - leona has no cooking experience whatsoever, never touched a pot or pan in his life but you insist he helps you just a little bit for your aesthetics. he’s staring, hard, in confusion when you hand him a whisk and tell him to combine the eggs, oil, vanilla, and milk together. after a few seconds of staring at each other, you had to stifle a laugh, he looked so awkward…

- you would stand between him and the counter, guiding his hands to mix the ingredients. he was strangely enjoying this, it was domestic, romantic. mushy. but you looked so happy and your eyes sparkled with joy :(<3. also refuses to put the cake in the oven if you don’t agree to at least lay down with him while he naps. you can do whatever you want to do as long as you’re laying down. will never get over the first time you gave him coffee cake and he was weirdly energetic, was it the amount of sugar? you’ll never know.

- the one time he decides to send a letter home is to talk about the absolutely free cooking lessons he’s getting from a little herb’ he managed to rub off on. not that you’re dating him or anything, your just a lil’ herb that gives him kisses. sleeping in the same bed? banish the thought. actually, he’s made an extra coffee cake every time he makes them with you, extra sugar. when you ask, leona claims its nothing, simply made too much batter. he’s actually giving them to cheka, saying that its from you, no hesitation in giving his s/o credit in their amazing cooking.

- once leona improves in making his favorite dessert with you, his tail has a little content sway as he whisks everything together. will never let you mix anything now, he takes it before you can even try. the kitchen is always trashed while you both cook because it somehow turns into a war. both of you covered head to toe in flour and brown sugar. he’s definitely gotten more confident and languid in his cooking skills in such a short time period, you’re so proud :’)

“herbivore, you forgot the vanilla.”

“did you memorize the recipe, leo?”

“no. don’t forget the salt ‘nd i already set out the half cup of milk for you.”

JACK HOWL

your dish is…

BROWNED BUTTER PEAR CRISP !!

♫ BLOSSOM - T. SHAN

- jack has, many times, had to cook for his energetic little siblings so he’s pretty experienced in the kitchen. once he saw you happily feeding his siblings and he almost fainted, baby fever was through the roof. now he frequently cooks with you, with his siblings around most of the time. that day he got to see you in such a different light he needed to see it again even if that means hearing childish ewie’s in the background when he kisses you. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - he was already head over heels when you started bring him sliced pears while he works out so why not try cooking with you and seeing how you do certain things compared to him. jack most likely takes inspiration from making this snack with you.

- literally loves how you would see if his siblings approve of the dish before actually giving it to him like he wasn’t gonna love it anyway.

- he’s such a gentleman in the kitchen, taking over when you get tired, making sure you don’t burn or injure yourself, down to cleaning your hands when you get oatmeal on them :(. sometimes he would have trouble on the measurements of certain ingredients so you have to help him with that. his favorite part is topping his plate with the ice cream, may not be very healthy but manne who cares? he’s spending time with you <3

“hey, baby? how much brown sugar do i add to this?”

“a cup, jackie”

“i knew that then, i just hesitated…”

RUGGIE BUCCHI

your dish is…

S’MORE DONUT SANDWICH !!

♫ THAT I MISS YOU - VANSIRE

- ruggie is completely obvious when it comes to cooking. watched his grandma cook, like, once. willingly lets you teach him though, long as you get to hold his hands, you must thoroughly help him. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - genuinely surprised when you came up to him with a glorious plate of donuts. what are these for? free food? why? his birthday’s in april, its may🤨. you can literally see the cogs in his brain turning as his gaze flickers between you and the donuts. INSISTS you feed him a bite, and UGHH KISS THE CHEF. the most delicious thing he’s had in the past four months besides rlly good dandelion seeds, dare he say your donuts are slightly better than his gammy-gam’s😧😧.

- sly little bastard most definitely flirts with you n gets you all embarrassed so he can dip his finger in the bowl of the melted chocolate. he’s so patient though! you literally just stare at him focusing, does the little thing where his tongue sticks out from his mouth in concentration <3 the recipe doesnt call for whipped cream, but he loves whipped cream. please make little hearts on top of his donuts with whipped cream :(

- the type to absolutely become the most feral in the kitchen, energy, life, laughter, the fun never stops. he has the biggest potty mouth (twin) does not hold back. even when hes pouring the chocolate on the donut and the tiniest drop gets on the counter, its just “shit >:[“ he does stupid things and also learns new things from you everyday.

- this one time, you showed him that if you warm up a jumbo marshmallow, you could eat about three times more than the original size and he was like :O!! never eats marshmallows the same anymore. ruggie puts like four on a plate, they grow so big it sticks to the top of the microwave. still eats it though, tops it like it was a big gourmet meal, a win is a win‼️ fiwb!!!!😭😭

“no fuckin’ shot marshmallows grow in the microwave, they ain’t plants.”

“uh-huh! look at it!”

“HUUUH???”

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alohajun · 9 months

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♡ I LOVE YOU — PARK SUNGHOON

bf!sunghoon x fem!reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, non-idol au, fluff, established relationship

“jagiya, look here. i'll take your picture!”

sunghoon smiled, always excited to snap your pictures whenever you two went out on your little dates.

it was a hobby of his; to take as many pictures of you as he could every time you two went out.

you shook your head, moving out of the camera frame, before looking at your boyfriend with a disgruntled expression.

“babe, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t have any pictures of you.”

a confused pout appeared on sunghoon’s face, and it took your all to not just squish his cheeks and kiss him then and there.

“but what does that have to do with me taking your picture?” he asked softly, his phone now in his pocket, as he moved closer to you.

you couldn’t help but smile at his words, finding him absolutely endearing. “you always take pictures of me, but i never get to take any of yours,” you explained.

sunghoon shrugged, still pouting. “you know i don’t like cameras, y/n,” he stated, a fact you already knew before he even shared it.

“yeah, but i don’t have any pictures of you to look at when i miss you.”

“oh.”

“you have tons of pictures of me,” you continued, unaware of how your words reddened your boyfriend’s cheeks. “but i only have that one picture of you when you were in that ice rink.”

sunghoon chuckled, knowing there was no way out of an argument with you. “okay, okay. you can take a picture of me then,” he mumbled, standing awkwardly.

a gleeful laugh left your lips as you clapped, excited to finally take a proper picture of your boyfriend — aka snap your soon-to-be lock screen.

park sunghoon smiled to himself as he watched you place your hand on his shoulders, pushing him into his position as you checked for a pleasant background.

with a wide grin, you took a couple of steps back, absolutely pleased with how everything looked on camera. well, almost everything. the only thing that seemed out of place was the frown on your boyfriend’s face.

“sunghoon-ah. is today the worst day of your life?” you asked, brows furrowed at the way he was looking at the camera.

the brunet tilted his head, confused as to why you asked him that. “no?” he carefully answered, wondering why you were sulking.

“then why do you look like that? smile a little, please!”

sunghoon took a deep breath, following your commands as he cracked a smile, and posed for the camera; however, even that didn’t seem to satisfy you.

he was smiling so naturally all this time when we were together; why does he get awkward when the camera is on him?

“i look awkward, don’t i, jagiya?” sunghoon asked, realizing his awkwardness was definitely showing with the way he posed.

he wasn’t used to posing for photos like this, and it definitely showed, but of course, being his girlfriend, you weren’t about to give up on him like that.

“nope, not at all. you look great.”

“ah, okay, then.”

“park sunghoon,” you called gently, getting your boyfriend’s attention. “i love you.”

as cheeky as your method was, the result absolutely warmed your heart.

as soon as he heard those words, park sunghoon broke into the soft smile you were always used to seeing, his eyes shaped like little crescents with the way he smiled too hard.

you quickly snapped the picture, quickly running to your boyfriend to show him the result.

sunghoon never knew anyone could be so excited to take his photo, and he only found himself falling for you harder when he saw you immediately make his picture your lock screen.

you looked at your boyfriend, smiling widely as you showed him your phone, unaware of the thoughts that were running through his mind.

before you could even process it, sunghoon placed his lips upon yours, capturing them in a chaste kiss, replying to the words you told him earlier.

“and i love you.”

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Frost Palace - Steve Harrington X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Title: Frost Palace

Steve Harrington X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Additional Characters: Paparazzi (Mentioned), and Reader's father (Mentioned)

Read Part 1 if you haven't yet → Superstar Fame

WC: 1,440

Warnings: First date, Grease mentioned, Halloween mentioned, Willy Wonka and The Choclate Factory mentioned, anxiety, first kiss, teasing, slight angst, and fluff

"Soooo, why are we driving to another town?" You asked, watching as you passed the town sign.

Steve drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, "Hawkins doesn't really have nice places to go... Plus there's this nice diner called the Frosty Palace or something." He spoke as he drove down the road, the radio playing softly in the background.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Isn't that the name of the diner in Grease?"

"There's a diner in Grease?" Steve asked and you nodded your head, letting out a small laugh in shock.

"Have you seen the movie?" You asked, "I think they have a musical number in that diner and everything."

Steve gave you a glance, before looking back at the road with a sheepish smile, "Uh, I didn't really pay attention to it when I watched it... I was like, eight or something."

"Well, what movies did you pay attention to?" You asked, turning in your seat to face him, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

"Mm," Steve hummed, glancing at you once more, "I liked Halloween." Immediately when he said those words, you gave him a look, making him sputter out an awkward laugh, "Okay, yeah that movie terrified me..." He paused before continuing, "I liked Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory."

"I loved that movie as a kid. That's what made me really want to act in bigger movies actually." You confessed, leaning your head on the car window and closing your eyes for a moment, "When I was about nine, my dad got me signed up for acting classes, so then I could go to auditions for bigger roles, instead of doing commercials for the rest of my life.”

"That's cool," Steve replied, giving you a sideways glance, "Do you like acting?"

"Of course," You opened your eyes, "It's fun to play a role and act it out... But I think I've had my fill of it for now." You let out a sigh. "I never had a real childhood. I was always in show business or getting my picture taken. No one really cared about me. Especially those reporters and paparazzi people. They just see you as someone they can get rich off of."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Steve muttered and you shook your head.

"Not your fault Stevie. That's how the dominoes fall."

~~~

Pulling up into the parking lot, you stared at the sign. "Huh..."

"What?" He asked, and you pointed at the sigh as he finished parking.

"It's called 'Frost Palace.' A play on words so they don't get sued no doubt."

"Huh..." Steve mimicked you, before hopping out of the car, and walking around the car to open your door.

"Well, thank you." You said, stepping outside. Steve offered you his arm and you took it, resting your hand on his forearm as you walked inside the building.

The diner looked mighty similar to the one in Grease, but it was much brighter inside. In fact, it looked almost exactly like the set from Grease, except it was a pink and white theme, instead of blue and white. Sitting in booths were other customers, all dressed up for their dates as they sipped from frosty cups of ice cream and laughed together. Steve led you through the restaurant, finding a table near a window.

"This looks good." You commented, taking off your coat and setting it on the booth beside you. Steve followed suit, sitting across from you.

"Yeah, it does," He agreed and you smiled, leaning your cheek on your hand. "I used to come here all the time when I could." He continued, "They changed the flooring a while back, so I didn't have their special fries for a month."

"Special fries?" You laughed lightly, "Must be amazing fries then."

He nodded, "Oh, sure. They're like, super tasty." He explained eagerly, "If there's anything on this menu to recommend... It's the fries."

You hummed, gazing over at the young man before you, "Really? Then I must order some then."

Steve smiled, feeling slightly shy under your intense gaze, he still couldn't believe he was on a date with you. It felt like a dream and a part of him wanted to pinch himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but you seemed far too real. His feelings were coming up, overflowing almost, and he knew he shouldn't be rushing these things, but he didn't want to lose you. This was such an amazing opportunity and if he lost it, he'd never forgive himself.

You both ordered your food and ate; talking about movies, favorite colors, and family pets. Every so often you would meet each other's gaze and blush lightly, before quickly averting your eyes to stare out the window. Looking out the window, you frowned, quickly grabbing the two large menus and standing them up on the table. Ducking down, you grabbed Steve's collar and pulled him down too.

"What? What are you doing?" He asked, trying to look over the menus and out the window, but you tugged him back down.

"The stupid paparazzi found me." You whispered, peering out the window again, "And there's more than one... There are seven of them right outside, waiting for me to do something stupid…" You trailed off, biting your lip nervously. "Wanting to catch me out and about so they can post it in their stupid magazines.

"Hey," Steve offered, taking your hand in his, "You'll be fine. We'll figure a way out."

"No!" You whisper-yelled, "They always find me. We can't just run out of here."

Steve squeezed your hand, giving you a reassuring smile, "Listen, I have an idea."

"An idea?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I know how to deal with paparazzi." He replied quietly, "But we need a diversion."

"Distraction?" You repeated slowly, and Steve nodded, becoming more and more serious. "What's your plan?" You questioned him.

"Paparazzi know you are here, but they need to see your face, to know it's you, right?" Steve asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, basically, unless they saw what I’m wearing, where are you going with this?" You asked skeptically, as Steve nodded rapidly.

"So, I had an idea, and I'm not doing this just cause I'm a weirdo or anything. This is just what my brain could cook up and-"

You placed your hand over his mouth, "I don't care what I have to do to get out of here, Stevie. Tell me what I have to do."

Steve grabbed your hand, pulling it from his mouth, his cheeks flushed red as he looked down at the marble table. "Uh, I could kiss you when we get outside... They won't see your face... Uh, no, never mind. I'm sorry, it's a terrible idea-"

"No." You interrupted him, "That's a great idea. Honestly, it's a win-win."

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "Win-win?"

You nodded, "Yeah, we trick those paparazzi idiots..." You smirked up at Steve, "And I get to kiss you."

Steve's jaw dropped as he blushed deeply and looked away, "Oh, uh..."

"Come on, I've been wanting to kiss you since day one." You exclaimed and Steve shook his head, chuckling to himself.

"Don't tease me." He mumbled and you chuckled back.

"I'm not teasing, I am preaching the truth." You stated, reaching over and stroking his cheek gently with your thumb, "We need a distraction and kissing is a great idea."

Steve chuckled lightly, his cheeks bright red, "Well, okay. If you say so."

Standing up, you both grabbed the menus holding them over your faces as if they were books. Holding hands as Steve led you out of the diner, handing the menus to the waitress on the way out.

"Are you gonna give me a kiss or not?" You asked, side-glancing at the paparazzi as the small group looked around for you.

Steve cleared his throat, "Uh... Okay," He nodded, looking at the ground awkwardly briefly, before looking up at you.

Licking his lips, Steve raised his hands to cup your cheeks, tilting his head to the side as he brought your lips to his. You closed your eyes as you held your breath, letting yourself melt into his warmth. Your hands moved down to grip the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss even further. When Steve finally pulled away, you were dazed and panting softly.

"Wow." You murmured softly, staring at him, "Are they gone?"

"Yeah, yeah, they're gone," Steve murmured, his hands dropping from your face.

“Can we do that again?” You suddenly asked, surprising Steve as he quickly nodded.

“Absolutely.”

And with that, you pulled him into a kiss.

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cha0ticspacebi · 1 year

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You've Got Desire, So Let It Out: Chapter 2

You love your job. Being a teacher is what you've always wanted to do. But being in charge all day can be draining. You are looking for someone to take that control away for a while. When Robin and Steve set you up with Eddie, an old friend from high school, sparks fly! One day you ask Eddie to come volunteer in your classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. But what happens when the inevitable discipline issue arises and you have to use your teacher voice in front of him for the first time? Let's just say Eddie enjoys it a bit too much.

☆Tags: 21+ MDNI, switch Eddie Munson, switch reader, BDSM, kinky sex, choking, dirty talk, dom/sub, impact play, bratting, degradation, praise, humiliation, restraints, mean dom Eddie, overstimulation, orgasm control

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“Robiiin!” You whined from the floor, back against the couch. Hoping your voice would reach her in the kitchen, “Can you get me another drink?” After a moment she came padding back into the living room handing you a glass of clear liquid with ice. An expression of gratitude turns sour, “Hey this is water!”

“Yeah! You didn’t specify so I gave you what you needed.”

You pouted but took a few sips anyways. You’d been over her place for hours along with Steve, having a great time. Complaining about how hopeless all of your love lives were, laughing at whatever crappy movie was playing in the background, and of course drinking. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had but that was never a problem before, no this wouldn’t be the first time you’d slept on Robin's couch. But this time you’d definitely had more than you probably should have because there was no filter left to prevent the spontaneous confession from falling out in response, “No what I need is someone to call me a good girl and spank my ass while they fuck my brains out!”

“Excuse me?” Both of your friends call out.

Your brain had no sense that they weren't actually looking for an answer, “I need to get laid is what I need!” The hand not clutching the sweating glass reached up and wrapped around your throat, “Someone’s thick hand choking me while telling me what a filthy slut I am!” You are completely absorbed in the image of your own fantasy. Unaware of the incredulous stares from your friends boring themselves in your direction, then back at each other.

You awoke in Eddie’s bed the next morning. Blinking. You came into consciousness realizing he was sound asleep next to you. His arm lazily draped over your waist.

The morning after was always so awkward, your last serious relationship was with a guy you went to high school with back in the city. That time in your life ended well before moving here to Hawkins. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t have anything to do with the differences in sexual desires. Since then you’d been living the one night stand, Maybe I’ll call him back sort of life. But this felt different. There was no urgency to carefully escape his arms and sneak away before he noticed. No calling for a ride back to your place because you couldn’t get away fast enough. No quick Don’t call me. I’ll call you, note left in haste as you walk home. Eddie’s arm shifted just a touch. You leaned closer into the feeling. Pressing your back against his chest. No you weren’t going anywhere, at least not anytime soon.

You enjoyed lazy morning cuddles as Eddie slept behind you. You drifted in and out of sleep a few times but never so deeply that you didn’t hear the loud buzzing of your phone against the quiet of the trailer from where it sat in the other room.

Careful not to disturb him as much as possible, you tiptoed to the living room. It was a message from Robin.

I hope you had fun last night! Can’t wait to hear all the horny details! Call me.

Smiling at your phone screen, you typed a quick response before wandering back to the bedroom. Thankful that Eddie was still asleep. You tried to take up your previous position without disturbing him but the movement of the worn mattress was just too much. He inhaled deeply and stretched out his arms. You leaned into him and whispered, “Good morning.”

He blinked a few times. Eyes adjusting to the sunshine that was starting to make its way in through the window, he smiled at you, “Hey, you’re still here. I think I had a dream that you were just a figment of my imagination.”

Giggling you cuddled to him closer, “And miss out on morning after cuddles? Not a chance!”

He only responded with a quiet hum and kissed the side of your head. A surprisingly comfortable silence fell over the room. You inhaled deeply wanting to commit this moment to memory. The feel of his arm around you. His musky smell mixed with lingering nicotine. You’re not sure how long passed before he finally spoke, “I had a really great time last night.”

You were hoping that he would follow it up with something like When can I see you again? or Wanna go for round two? but he was quiet again. You swallowed hard, not wanting to miss your chance to see him again, “Me too. When’s your band playing next? I’d love to come and see you guys play again sometime.”

“We have a show next weekend,” for the first time since meeting him, he sounded nervous. Not so subtle changes in his tone make it more and more obvious by the second. Morning Eddie was wildly different from nighttime Eddie. It was a sharp contrast from his confidence last night. Right now he seemed unsure of himself and hesitated before asking, “If you give me your number, I could text you the details.”

You grinned, almost enjoying how shy he sounded. It was kind of sweet, “Go get your phone.”

He grabbed into the bed. Gripping onto whatever his hands could find, “But it’s so comfy in here!”

You pulled away. Caressing your hand down his arm, “Where is it? Can I grab it?” He nodded and watched you from the bed as he directed you to retrieve it from his jacket pocket. You typed in your number. A moment of reflection gave your fingers pause before deciding to be bold and add a pink heart. You handed it to him and he chuckled when he saw that you had typed Teach instead of your name. His fingers ran through his hair and set his phone to the side. Looking at him as he leaned shirtless against the pillows with his arms resting effortlessly above his head. You felt your eyes wander all over his chest. Soaking up every bit of him.

He sat up, “We should probably get up. Do you want some coffee?”

“Oh I’d love that!” You got up and put your clothes on from last night. He watched you from the corner of his eye with soft glances as he did the same.

“You can shower if you’d like.”

Just then your phone rang. It was Robin. Eddie smiled and said he’d give you some privacy before leaving the room.

“Hey!” Her happy voice came through the speaker, “Can you talk for a second or are you otherwise occupied?”

“He’s making us coffee, I can talk for a second. What’s up?”

“I was heading to the store and I wanted to see if you wanted me to pick you up on my way.”

You laughed, “You just want to hear if we had sex or not!”

“Of course I do! It’s not everyday you set up your two freaky friends, and I’m assuming since you’re still there that I get to hear a very juicy story!”

“You’re too much, but yes I’d love to go to the store with you.”

“I’ll be there in a bit!”

After your phone call you finished getting dressed and couldn’t help but be a little nosy. Taking advantage of your isolation, you investigated his room before joining him in the kitchen. It was messy but had an endearing charm. These posters must still be up from high school. Many of the corners on the old paper had started to lift long ago. You could see evidence that he tried more than once to add more tape in an attempt to keep them flat. Several ashtrays sat scattered on the different surfaces, accented by a few lighters. He had a ton of music! His collection of vintage cassette tapes and vinyls was quite impressive. Just from reading a few titles, your heart warmed that not only did you and Eddie share bedroom preferences, but music as well. After snooping you decided it was finally time to join him in the kitchen.

Eddie was sitting in a chair beside the small open window, at the table that was pressed flush against the edge of the room. In one hand he held a black coffee mug and resting between the same fingers he held a lit cigarette. He had also finished dressing. The great view of his tattoos was gone. As soon as you emerged, he handed you a warm ceramic mug, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted anything in it so I left it black.”

After adding a splash of the creamer he offered you and taking a sip you joined him at the small table, “Thank you sir.”

“You’re welcome, I’m glad you said that because I think we need to have another talk. If you have time, that is.”

Anxiety. No matter how much you tried to work on it, it always had a fun way of creeping in where it isn’t wanted. You had no reason to suspect that he was upset with you or didn’t want to see you anymore but damn it if with those words he didn’t summon a deep pit in your stomach.

Hiding your worry with another sip of coffee you responded, “Ok. Robin and I are going to the store but yeah I have time.”

You were learning that dominant Eddie was very straight to the point, “Communication is extremely important in this lifestyle. Especially with new partners.” He drinks again, “And I gotta tell you teach, I’ve never had such a good first session.” You feel the muscles in your shoulders unconsciously relax, “Even with experienced doms and subs, it usually takes a while for the two people to click or connect but with you, if I may be so bold— I’ve never felt more comfortable and I hope the feeling is mutual.” After he finished, he took a drag off the cigarette in his hand and exhaled up into the air.

“Definitely!” The giddiness in your voice sparked a smile on his otherwise serious face, “Even though I don’t have any other formal experience, I was already thinking how much I’d like to do that again.”

His smile brightened, “Me too sweetheart. I have one more question first. These types of relationships can all look wildly different. Sometimes a dom and sub are just that, nothing more. Other times they are in a more traditional relationship as well, what exactly are you looking for?”

The heat from the coffee was the perfect excuse to explain away your blushing cheeks, “Well Eddie. I didn’t know anything about you when I turned around and came face to face with your chest yesterday and even without the knowledge that you would pin me down and fuck me into your mattress, I thought you were hot as hell– think, still think. You’re hot. Fuck I’m going to stop talking.”

He leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the table, “No please continue your cute ramblings. Tell me more about how hot I am.”

“Actually I lied,” you couldn’t hide your huge grin or bring yourself to actually lie and say he was ugly. Listening to his laugh as he teased you right back, with a cheeky raised eyebrow over his coffee mug, as if to say Are you sure about that sweetheart? Everything about him got your heart racing, “In all seriousness, I had a great time listening to your band. You guys are really good. I better get that text message with the details for your next show!”

“Of course, I can't disappoint a fan.”

Fan. At that moment you felt a shift. The train took a hard left causing all the luggage to shake as your mind raced rapidly through every relationship you’d ever had. All your previous affections felt fleeting. Just a way to pass the time with some pleasant company by your side. Hearing him describe you as just another one of his fans flipped a switch in your brain. That’s not what you want from him.

“I’d like to be more than just a fan Eddie,” Brushing the front pieces of your hair behind your ear, you looked him right in the eyes. He’d asked what you were looking for and insisted upon open communication so, just throw it out there! Tell him what you want, “Will you go on a date with me?”

He was quiet for a moment. His body leaned forward again, shortening the distance between you even more. His elbows pressed on the edge of the small table. He tilted his head slightly to the side as a wide grin grew and grew on his lips, “You beat me to it sweetheart. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you the very same question all morning. Would you do me the honor of going to dinner with me?”

You leaned in. Matching his body language. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached over and slowly slipped the lit cigarette from his fingers and pressed it to your lips, inhaling deeply as you watched his eyes pop. Slowly, with an exhale you winked at him, “I’m free tonight big boy.”

Beep!

Before he could respond a car horn filled both your ears. You peeked out the window, “Robin’s here.” You pressed away from the table and went to grab his phone from where he’d set it in the bedroom, “Here. Before I leave, send me those details and make sure you include what time you’ll be picking me up tonight.”

“Demanding this morning aren’t we sweetheart. Need I remind you where that smart mouth of yours landed you last night?”

“Oh I’m well aware sir,” you flipped your hair out as you put your blazer back on and grabbed your bag. You stood behind him. Wrapping your arms around where he still sat in the chair, “And just in case you missed all my hints, let me be perfectly clear. I’d love to end up there again.” You’d gotten so wrapped up in teasing him that you didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to his face.

“Damn your heart is racing!” Suddenly you were silent, lips pressed together tightly. His brow cocked. Eyes shifting as he looked at you from over his shoulder, “What happened sweetheart– cat got your tongue?”

There was a knock on the door, “If you guys are still having sex hurry it up!”

Your neck muscle went slack and hung on his shoulder, “Has she always been this bossy?”

“If I tell you the truth she might murder me,” he reached his hand up towards your face and turned your cheek, bringing your eyes to his. The calloused tips of his fingers against your skin as he maneuvered you to suit his needs. A tightness in your chest halted your breathing as he kissed your lips, “See you tonight.”

“Finally!” Robin started the car after you hurried out to join her, “I expect full details since I was made to wait.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “I thought you expected full details regardless?” As you got in the car, you got a message from an unknown number.

Be ready at 8 o’clock sharp sweetheart. I got your address from Harrington so I’ll see you then. As for our new number one fan’s request, Corroded Coffin will be playing again next Friday night at The Hideout. Our set starts at 9 pm.

His odd formality put a smile on your face. You saved his number and then responded.

I’ll be ready sir. See you then.

She waved you off, “That’s beside the point. So? What happened? We were all like really shocked when the two of you just sort of… left last night.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you felt like a lovesick school girl again as you sank into the seat and stared at the roof of her old car, “But Robin! God is it too soon for me to say I think he might be the one? Everything he did was fucking perfect.”

“If the two of you get married I expect to get the credit for setting you up together.”

“I don’t know,” you mused playfully, “You did keep him a secret from me until last night.”

She rolled her eyes at you, “You’re impossible. I told you he was off living the rockstar life. He’s barely been back a week!”

Your mind flashed back to last night. Eddie’s hand around your throat after you made that same expression. Your face flushed. The skin on your neck tingled, remembering the sensation. Unconsciously raising your fingers to graze over the area, “I rolled my eyes at him last night and he choked me.”

“Excuse me,” she yelled!

“I told you he was perfect Robin. He asked me what kinds of things I liked and didn’t like. Before we did anything, we discussed what I should do if I needed him to stop. That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had!”

“I mean this in the most loving way possible– you’re both freaks,” she smiled at you.

“So you don’t want to hear more then?” an eyebrow cocked at her.

“Let’s not go that far!”

Recounting every horny detail to Robin, got you all the more worked up for tonight. You spent most of the day with Robin, running a few errands before shopping for a cute outfit to wear for your date with Eddie tonight. The rest of the day dragged on as your anticipation for your date with Eddie grew. You wondered where he was going to take you and more importantly what surprises would the evening hold for you afterwards.

At long last, it was nearly 8:00 pm and despite having already had sex with him, you were nervous. Your bratty instincts wanted so badly to take after some of your students and push the boundaries. To test Eddie and see how much you can get away with teasing him. Maybe make him come up here to get you and then be late for dinner. Unfortunately the first date jitters took over and you found yourself waiting patiently outside your apartment building for him to arrive.

The night air was cool and your leather jacket did little to keep out the chill. Thankfully Eddie showed up shortly after that and welcomed you with a warm passenger seat.

“Such a good girl waiting outside for me,” he gripped your thigh tightly as you closed the door, “I hope you weren’t out there long.”

“No sir, only a few minutes.”

“So polite this evening sweetheart. Don’t tell me all it took for the bratty girl I met last night to be put back in her place was one session.” The veins in his one hand flexed as gripped the steering wheel. You failed in resisting the urge to squeeze your legs together.

“Not at all,” you held his thick ringed fingers of the hand that was still resting on your thigh, “I just wanted to show you that I’m also very interested in simply getting to know you. I was a little nervous getting ready if I’m being honest.”

His warm smile set your heart on fire, “I was nervous too. I know this may come as a shock, but I don’t go on many dates.”

You’re pretty sure from his tone that he’s being sarcastic but you do find that shocking, “Well clearly nobody else has eyes or ears because between your voice, your music, your eyes— my poor knees didn’t stand a chance.”

A loud laugh fills the van, “You’re too kind sweetheart.”

He keeps driving while you inspect the old radio, “What were you listening to?” Secretly making predictions based on what you saw in his room. You popped the cassette out and couldn’t stop the giggles, “1984 huh? Were you hot for teacher Eddie?”

“You caught me,” he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, “Let’s get inside. I’m starving!”

Every interaction you’ve had with Eddie so far has been surprisingly comfortable. He is incredibly easy to talk to and you can’t help but let the conversation flow as if you’ve known one another for years. Which of course is proven false as your conversation continues after the waitress walks away.

“So when Robin told me I had to meet her smokin’ hot, kinky teacher friend, she didn’t really tell me much else. How long have you lived in Hawkins? And I gotta ask, why the hell did you choose to take up residence in a shit hole like this?” He leaned in on both elbows, body language bracing to absorb every word you were about to say.

“I moved here about a year ago from the city, and honestly? I chose Hawkins because it was the farthest thing from what I was used to. I needed a change.”

“Looking to try something new sweetheart?” His saccharine tone was so soothing.

Your mind flutters. Considering just how much of the story of why you left you should reasonably share on a first date. You could just lay it all out there and tell him the full truth. That you left after breaking up with your boyfriend due to sexual differences, that nothing felt right after the two of you separated. Or you could just take the safe route and tell him that it was school that prompted you to move. You opted to respond with a shrug, “I found a job in my preferred grade level. It was just a bonus that I got to move as far away as possible.”

The waitress dropped off your appetizer. Eddie popped a bite into his mouth, “How long have you been teaching?”

“Mm, these are good,” you finish your bite and answer, “5 years. Took forever to find a job out of college but I love it. Most days,” you laugh.

“I honestly don’t know how you do it.”

You laughed, “I take it you don’t like kids?”

If he was caught off guard by the question he gave no indication, “Henderson drives me fucking crazy sometimes and he’s a damn adult now. I don’t think I could spend all day with kids. You said you teach 2nd grade right? How old are your students? Do they have teeth?”

Even the waitress chuckled, having overheard his bizarre question as she dropped off your dinner. You had been asked a lot of odd questions about your job but this one was definitely a first. It took a moment for you to regain your composure and stop laughing, “Yes Eddie they have teeth, although this is the time when they are falling out. But they are far more capable at this age than most people seem to think.”

The conversation flowed smoothly as the two of you continued eating. Although you were clearly focused more on each other than your food, “Ok your turn! How long has your band been together?”

“Since middle school if you can believe it. Used to drive my Uncle Wayne crazy with my horrible playing.”

“You lived with your Uncle?”

His head fell, “Yeah. Lived with him until he died of a sudden heart attack a few years ago.” Your face rightfully so quickly turned somber, “Sorry, this is supposed to be fun first date stuff and I’m over here making it sad.”

Your arm reached across the table and held his hand, “I would have loved to meet him. If he raised you I’m sure he was a wonderful man.”

“He was,” he fidgeted trying to get back on topic, “But yeah anyhow, it wasn't until a few years ago that we started to actually get somewhere. Word of mouth does wonders for a reputation. Started getting offers to play outside of Hawkins and it just took off! We just got back in town last week from Michigan.”

“That’s incredible! You’re on the road to living that rockstar life. Your original songs were so good, you wrote them right?”

A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks, “Yeah it’s me. How’d you know?”

“Intuition,” you smiled at him and enjoyed the moments of silence that followed, “When Robin called me yesterday and told me I needed to meet you I’ll be honest I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

His curiosity peaked, “Oh yeah? I can only imagine what she told you.”

Hiding your smile behind your hand, you swallowed your bite of food, “She called you a, and I quote, weird stoner nerd boy who still plays dungeons and dragons.”

His laugh was so genuine you couldn’t help the warmth growing in your chest, “She nailed it! I’m all of the above sweetheart.”

“I’ve always wanted to give that game a try. We should play together sometime.”

“Nothing would bring me more joy than to be your dungeon master,” he leaned in close as he spoke and raised a cocky brow, “in more ways than one.”

“Did we leave any room for dessert?” It wasn’t often that you found yourself ordering dessert on a first date but when the waitress came around again you looked into Eddie’s eyes and found mischief.

He ordered for you, “Can we get that brownie with ice cream? Thanks.”

After she was gone Eddie’s gaze intensified, “Here’s what’s going to happen sweetheart. You were quite the open book last night, spilling all your deep dark fantasies to me. But there’s still a lot I want to know. So we’re going to play a little game, how does that sound?”

“Sounds like fun sir, how does it work?”

“Nothing complicated. If you answer a question you get a bite of dessert.

After an evening of playing nice, the brat resurfaced, “I get to ask you questions too, right sir? A one sided game wouldn’t be very fair now would it?”

“Of course, let’s start shall we? Get a few practice rounds in before the real fun begins. The game is simple, I’ll give you two choices. Since our dessert has both, I want to know which one you are looking forward to more, chocolate or vanilla?”

“Chocolate,” you say without breaking eye contact, “I propose a new rule, no repeat questions. Appetizer or dessert?”

“Dessert always. Movie date or dancing?”

“Would dancing at one of your shows count? Because if yes then definitely dancing,” even in the dim restaurant lighting you watch his pupils dilate. You imagine him picturing what you would look like from his view on stage. Your body swaying and shaking to his music, a drink in your hand, not a care in the world. Consumed body and mind with his lyrics.

“You really had a good time?”

“Yes Eddie! I wasn’t just saying nice things because of how good your dick felt pounding—“

“Here’s your brownie,” the waitress looked like she wanted to get away from your table as fast as possible. Muttering how you should let her know if you needed anything else before practically running away.

Mortified thinking about how much of your previous statement she heard you clear your throat and changed the subject, “Cats or dogs? Now keep in mind there is a correct answer.”

He laughed at your flustered expression, “I assume this will be on the test teach? I never was one for studying. Cats,” his hand lifted the spoon placed alongside the brownie by the kitchen staff, “Here’s where things get interesting sweetheart. Blindfolds or handcuffs?”

Oh. So this is his game, “Handcuffs.”

“Good girl,” he scooped a perfect bite of equal parts warm gooey brownie and cold creamy vanilla and raised it to your lips. Leaning in across the table you opened your mouth, licking your lips before taking the spoon into your mouth. Savoring that first bite before swallowing.

“My turn,” you swiped the spoon from him, “Late night sex or morning sex?”

“Sex is good anytime of day with the right person,” a sentimental glimmer shone in his eye, “Morning.”

Honestly you had been expecting the former, thinking he’d say something cheeky like the freaks come out at night or Are you afraid of the dark?

He took your instance of hesitation and swooped in, grabbing the bite you crafted for him and regaining control of the spoon, “Spanked with a toy or with my hand?”

You felt your brain get stuck on the word my as you tried to not let him see he was winning. The ease with which he assumed of course it would be his hand. Not just any hand. His hand. The smug look in his eyes knowing your response already. Like there wasn’t a chance in hell that you would choose cold leather over, “Your hand.” He knew damn well he didn’t need to respond as he held your prize out to you. Letting your tongue lick every bit of that spoon clean while trying to think of a good question.

“Oh! Giving or receiving oral?”

He smirked, “Excited by that one are we?” You waited for his answer. Holding out the dripping mess that was slowly becoming your brownie. He grabbed your wrist and brought the sweet treat to his mouth. His tongue started lapping greedily at the base of the shining silver still clutched in your hand, where the melting ice cream was dripping. His deep brown eyes locked with yours. Wet clicking noises seemed to echo through the seemingly silent restaurant as the tip of his tongue pressed into the small dip and lifted the sticky brownie up into his mouth. You sat mesmerized, barely aware of your self control disintegrating as he took hold of the now clean spoon with his mouth and pulled it right out of your hand. Sliding it down his lips with a smack.

Finally he spoke, “Giving.” Having left you dizzy, he wasted no time readying his next attack, “Fucking you right here on this table or carrying you to the bathroom and pinning you up against the wall?”

How? How is he already so good at taking what little bits of information you’ve given him and using them to fuel your fire? In barely 24 hours this man has learned your name, what turns you on, and how to make you wetter than your other partners could only dream of.

“Well? I’m waiting sweetheart.”

Despite the sugary sweet coating, your throat felt dry, “Right here. O-on the table.”

He let out a pleased moan, “So good. We didn’t get to any rules last night but here’s your first one. Always answer out loud. Leave no room for doubt, I want to hear you. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“It’s your turn pretty girl.”

The brownie was nearly gone and so was your composure, “Um, spanking or choking?”

His fingers gripped one another. Flexing tightly as he twisted one of the large silver skulls on his hand, “Choking.”

With his final scoop your game was over, “Last question sweetheart. My bed or my van?”

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Freezer Burns | Chapter Two

Chapter Two | Masterlist

Summary: Eddie has a sweet tooth

Warnings: mutual pining, Eddie's past, parental death, mentioned transphobia and bullying, his mom had cancer, Grandma Beth and Eddie are besties, steves sexuality crisis, background Gareth x Jeff,

Word Count: 4.1k

He spends the whole walk from his work to scoops fixing his hair and hyping himself up. He straightened out his boring grey Guitar World shirt under his jean vest leather jacket combo, he pulled his pants up and adjusted his belt, the closer he got the scarier this all seemed.

He almost turns around and then he’s spotted.

“Ahoy Edward,” Robin calls to him, forcing him to come all the way in and walk right up to her counter.

He feels so awkward and weird coming to Steve's work for the chance to see him that he starts to turn pink with embarrassment, “hi… um, is Steve in today?”

She nods, “yeah, dingus khan is in the back working on the new order we got… did you want me to go get him for you?”

“No, no it’s fine I just thought I’d ask 'cause I didn’t see him out here with you,” he shakes his head. “Um, can I get a cone of tiger tail while I’m here?”

She nods and grabs her scooper, “waffle cone or regular?”

“I only have enough for a regular,”

“Waffle it is,” she decides, grabbing the cone from on top of the display and sliding the glass door open to access the ice cream buckets. “It’s on me.”

“You’re too good to me, Buckley,” he smiles, calming down a lot. He had only 7 minutes left of his break to enjoy this cone, he wanted to enjoy it with Steve’s company but his best friend's cousin was a good second option.

“Anytime, Munson,” she packs on another scoop of ice cream so the cone is full and beautiful. “Look at her, she’s stunning!” Robin teases as she hands him the cone over the counter. “A dollar 60 is your total.”

He hands her two 1 dollar bills and puts the returned change in the tip jar for her and Steve to divi up at the end of the shift. “Thank you for this, um… what time do you get off tonight?”

“You know better than to ask me out,” she can’t help but tease him. “But 9 o’clock. Steve’s driving me home, why?”

“Oh, I’m coming over too so I thought I’d offer you a ride if he wasn’t,” he lies, he just wanted to know if Steve would be over without asking if Steve was coming over. “Grandma Beth said that she’s making her shepherds pie for dinner and you know I live for it.”

“That I do,” she can’t help but laugh, Eddie often went home with the leftovers whenever she made it. “Well, I’ll tell Steve you stopped by, and we’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, you will,” he gives her a wink and a wave and then he’s off.

He takes a deep breath as soon as he’s free, and his eyes go wide as he shakes his head, he couldn’t believe he built up the courage to go all the way over there to see Steve and he wasn’t even there.

This stupid crush on Steve Harrington has been plaguing his mind since middle school and was way too powerful now that he’s gotten to know him sightly. Before he’d just stare from afar, admiring the hair and his body and how his eyes lit up when he laughed… and he was laughing often when he was with his friends before he lost them all and ate in his car alone until he graduated.

Eddie’s always had an eye on him, he went to morning pep rallies to see him when he was the captain of the basketball team and went to Steve’s parties just as an excuse to look at him. His hair is luscious, his face is sweet, and his muscles are nice… he wasn’t even going to bother thinking about Steve’s thighs right now or else he’d pop a boner at work and he didn’t need that right now.

It took everything in him not to talk to Steve earlier, he knew he was hurting and he wasn’t having a fun time with his family or his friends or his exes… he felt bad seeing him always alone, and then Robin brought him home like a lost dog. He instantly wanted Steve to be in their friend group, but the other boys were still hesitant.

Before Gareth had his surgery they called him man boobs, the testosterone worked enough to make his face manly, almost too well when all the guys at school genuinely believed he was assigned male at birth so much so they bullied him for having breasts as a boy.

Gare still saw it as a half-win, cause they’ve never not thought of him as a dude. The bullying just wasn’t needed.

Jeff has been bullied and attacked and harassed simply for being black, no one even cared that he was very visibly, madly in love with Gareth, it was the racism of it all that got him bullied. No matter how much they tried to downplay their relationship around the town and even in front of Gareth’s grandma, they were all over each other when Eddie was around.

It’s why he had to leave the garage and ran into Steve in the kitchen that first night. His best friends couldn’t keep their hands off each other, they kept stealing kisses and holding hands and being cute and he couldn’t take feeling alone anymore so he got up and left. God knows what they got up to completely alone after that.

Since the first night, they’ve had a few more kitchen run-ins, sharing plates of reheated dinner and sweet chats and subtle touches. They got closer each night, he was so sure there was something fruity about Steve Harrington but he’d be the last person on earth to ever overstep and ask him or make a move or even hint that he wants Steve back... assuming that Steve wants him at all.

“Munson,” his manager calls to him the second he’s back in the store, “line one on the phone is for you.”

“Oh?” He is so confused, no one’s ever called him at work before.

He makes sure to take the last few bites of his ice cream and clear his mouth before picking up the phone. He takes a deep breath and hits the button for line 1, “hello?”

“Hey,” Steve’s sweet voice was so noticeable to him. “Robin said you stopped by, you okay?” He only asks because they’ve made it a habit of checking up on each other.

Most nights start with the same question, “how was work?” And slowly it becomes them sharing small grievances with the day, things that they loved and things that they wished would happen the next day. Talking to Steve in the refrigerator light was better than writing in any journal, he kept every single thought to himself and made Eddie feel so secure in their blooming friendship.

“Yeah,” he can’t help but smile. “I’m fine I wanted to know if you were coming over to Gareth’s tonight… and Robin said you are.”

“I am, I wouldn’t miss shepherd's pie for the world,” Steve agrees. “You guys got anything planned tonight?”

“Not that I know of, why?”

“I could pick up some movies and all of us could watch them together?” He suggests. “I’d really like to get to know your friends too.”

That makes his heart swell impossibly big, “yeah… I mean, even if the guys don’t want to, I’d still love to watch a movie with you and Robin, or just you? I’m sure grandma Beth won’t mind us using the tv as long as we’re quiet.”

“Yeah,” he can practically hear the blush on his cheeks. “Anything you like?”

You.

“Uh, nothing particular, I’m good for anything,” he covers up his feelings. “But I’ve got to get back to work before my boss yells at me for hogging the ph—

“Yeah no, don’t let me hold you up, I’ll see you later?” Steve cuts him off, worrying immensely.

“That you will, pretty boy. Have a good rest of your shift, I gotta go, ” he drops the nickname and then hangs up the phone so he can’t experience the repercussions of his actions.

Feeling like he just ran a marathon, he has to hold his chest to catch his breath. He feels like a complete fool being down so bad for the ex-king of Hawkins but who could blame him?

“You okay?” His boss notices, “someone die?”

“That would be the worst way to ask if someone did,” Eddie jokes, “but I’m fine… I think I’ve got a date later?”

“Cool,” the older man nodded with approval, lips pressed together in an awkward smile that was hidden mostly by his moustache. “Can you go in the back and tell me exactly how many boxes of bass stings we’ve got left? I sold the last ones on the shelf.”

“Totally, you want me to rest all the shelves and put more on the order sheet?” Eddie asks, knowing the store like the back of his hand.

“You know it, kid,” he points a finger gun and him and heads back towards the cash register, leaving Eddie with his thoughts for the rest of his shift.

—

Eddie gets off work at 6, leaving the closing shift to his boss and rushes back to his trailer to change. He puts on more deodorant and cologne and a nice burgundy shirt, debating on his regular jacket or not, he decided fuck it and wears a black jean jacket instead to match his jeans.

The boys all ask why he’s so dressed up lately and he pretends to not know what they’re talking about. Even Grandma Beth compliments him on looking nice, thinking he had a date later or something…. How the heck did she know everything?

He helps her clean up after dinner, placing the leftovers into different Tupperware containers so he can take them for lunch at work tomorrow and the next day. He’s quiet, normally he talks her ear off while she does the dishes and he dries them for her. She doesn’t ask why, much like Robin in the way she waits for people to come to her when they need something. Be it advice, a hug, or anything.

“Would you be okay with me staying over tonight?”

“What do you think?” She bugs him for asking. “Why don’t you want to go home?”

“If I tell you a secret you’ve gotta promise not to tell anyone? Not even in passing or as a hint or a joke, nothing…” Eddie whispers to her, even though the boys weren't off making out somewhere and not able to hear.

She nods softly and gives him all her attention, “always, sweetie.”

“I really like Steve.”

Her eyes widen but she stays quiet, wanting him to explain more but she also gets it. He’s pretty, of course, Eddie noticed.

“And he wants to watch a movie tonight so I said we could do it here 'cause if I bring him home and Wayne sees him then I’m dead,” he rambled until it all falls out.

“I thought Wayne was okay with you liking boys?”

“He is,” Eddie sighs. “Just as long as the boy isn’t a Harrington.”

“Why?” She can’t imagine why he’d have a problem.

“Something happened between his dad and Wayne at the plant and I don’t know what exactly, and honestly, at this point, I’m afraid to ask,” Eddie explains. “He would murder Dick Harrington with his bare hands if given the chance.”

“Damn,” she looks disappointed, wanting all the hot gossip Eddie normally had for her but getting nothing. “I’m sure it’s not that bad, just work problems and differences in opinion, maybe? Or he didn’t give Wayne a promotion? Or said something about your mom’s cancer?”

Eddie shrugs, “he’s hated Steve’s dad since we moved here, something happened in ‘71 and he’s hated him since.”

He can see the gears turning in her head, trying to think about what happened that year in their little town, “that was the year Dustin, Lucas and Mike were born,” she recalls Eddie’s newest little friends who were already trying to audition for hellfire next year when they started grade 9.

“Yeah,” he agrees, having no clue how she knew that but then again, she asked so many questions when new kids entered her home. She had to make sure they were okay. “But anyway, is it okay if we watch a movie here?” Eddie asks, “we’ll be really quiet, I promise, I just want to spend time with him.”

“Does Robin know?” She asks carefully, “won’t she think it’s weird if she comes down and see you two on the couch?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think he’s told her anything, right now we just meet in the kitchen at midnight and talk for a bit until I head home. He slips out of her room when she falls asleep and she has no idea he’s even gone.”

“Interesting,” she purses her lips. “Just promise me you won’t be having sex on my couch?”

He laughs, shocked and startled a bit, “no, oh my god, beth?”

“What I know Gareth and Jeff are,” she reveals. “It’s why you’re always in here with me, isn’t it?”

He turns pink, unable to lie so he just nods slightly, “but I never said it.”

“As much as I like collecting you kids, I don’t need a great-grandchild,” she reminds him. “They just better be safe.”

“If it makes you feel better they haven’t had sex yet,” he shares honestly, “they just make out like they’re addicted to each other and it’s annoying.”

“You’ll find that,” she can’t help but smile at him, it makes his cheeks heat up bright pink.

They’re talking so long that Steve walks in the door with robin, giggling away with each other as they kick off their shoes and rush up the stairs to her room and the bathroom to change out of their uniforms. They don’t even check the kitchen to see Eddie there, he just watches them move up the stairs and panics.

“I’m going to go to the garage now… thank you for letting me talk,” he places his hand gently on Grandma Beth’s shoulder and she pulls him in for a hug.

Damp hands from the dishes rest on his shoulders as she holds him close. “There’s popcorn in the pantry, have a good time tonight?” She whispers so no one would hear if they entered the kitchen.

“Thank you,” he squeezes her one last time and then let's go, giving her a sweet smile before backing away and heading for the garage.

He tries not to run but he rushes down the hallways because he can hear Steve laughing with Robin up in the hallway as they change. When he reaches the garage door he knocks and opens it barely an inch with his eyes closed, “I’m coming in you better be dressed!”

They both laugh, “you’re fine,” Gareth calls back.

When Eddie walks in, he finds Gareth sitting in Jeff’s lap, lips swollen and pupils blown out in euphoria from each other's touch. “What took you so long?” Jeff asks.

“There were a lot of dishes tonight,” he explains as he takes a seat on the dusty old green couch in the corner. “And I like talking to your grandma, sue me.”

“Nah,” Gareth waves him off and snuggles against Jeff. “I’m glad you’re friends, really. It’s cute.”

“Thanks,” he grumbles, hating that he has to witness the scene unfolding in front of him for a few hours until he’s free to go find Steve in the kitchen. “You two are disgusting, you know that right?”

“Yep,” Jeff doesn’t even give a shit as he kisses Gareth one more time. “This is the only place we can do this.”

“I know,” he whines. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Go get laid then,” Gareth suggests. “Seriously, you’ve been insufferably touch-starved for months, it’s getting annoying for us too.”

“Gee, thanks,” he kicks his legs up onto the seat and stares up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long night until he saw Steve.

—

He thinks he’s taking his time and looking unsuspicious, getting ready for bed ever so slowly as Robin lays in her bed on the bottom bunk, watching him act weird. He’s all but pacing back and forth from the dresser to his bag as he keeps looking at himself in her mirror over her wardrobe.

“Why are you always in a rush to head downstairs?” Robin can practically feel the anxiety radiating off him

“Huh?” He plays dumb but his tomato skin gives it away.

“You sneak out of my room every night and then you come back at 1 or 2 and you are so grumpy when we have to wake up at 10. It’s weird Steve… where are you going in my house?” She asks, revealing just how much she pays attention to him and what he’s getting into.

It’s not something he’s used to.

His parents barely remembered he was living with them, so it was easy to sneak around when they were home. That wouldn’t work with Robin.

“I like to sit in the kitchen completely alone and decompress before bed,” he explains, it’s almost true… if he just said Eddie was there with him then it would be the truth.

“You’re okay though, right?” She worries.

He nods softly, “I just like to be alone for a bit before I go to sleep. I’m really used to being alone.”

“Okay,” she lets out a sigh of relief. “Well, you don’t have to wait for me to go to sleep, you can go downstairs whenever you please… do you ever run into Eddie down there?”

He nods, “he’s always eating.”

She laughs but then gets frustrated, “I know! I go down for a snack sometimes and he’s eaten everything already! He better not eat my rainbow brownies in the cupboard, can you make sure he doesn’t?”

He just nods, not sharing that it's exactly why he brought home Ice cream for Eddie and extremely glad that she didn’t suspect that they hung out together every night that he slept over… and even a few nights where he didn’t and Eddie walked him to his car and followed him down the street in his van until they turned opposite ways and went to their respective homes. It was nice, he felt like Eddie really liked him and wanted to make sure he was safe and cared for.

“I’m gonna go…”

“Okay, just be quiet when you come back in,” she’s fine with it, pulling her blankets up and grabbing a book, it was barely midnight.

“Okay,” he agrees, but he says it more because he wants to feel okay himself. He takes another look in the mirror and then he heads out of her room, closing the door quietly behind himself.

He rushes down the stairs and turns into the kitchen to see absolutely no one in there. “Oh…” he feels his heart drop, wondering if Eddie forgot or if he’s not coming at all now that they’ve actually planned it all out.

Now that it felt real.

—

Eddie accidentally falls asleep on the couch waiting for midnight to roll around. It takes a shove from Jeff for him to wake up. He stares at him like he’s terrified, eyes wide and hands gripped into fists, ready to swing.

“You were snoring,” Jeff explains. “Go home or go sleep in the living room.”

“Ugh,” he groans as he sits up and rubs his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Quarter after midnight,” Gareth explains from the other side of the room, cleaning off his bed so that he and Jeff can head to sleep soon.

“Fuck,” he stands quickly and grabs his things, “shit…”

“What’s so important that you’re missing?” Jeff teases, “your hand expect you home at a certain time?”

“Fuck off,” Eddie doesn’t have time for it. “I have a date with Beth's leftovers and then my bed, if you must know.”

“Sure,” Gareth teases.

With all his things in his hands, he rushes to the door, “bye! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya!” They call back.

Eddie rushes to the kitchen, it’s empty, and his heart drops.

He missed it, Steve was tired of waiting, he fucked everything up like he always does. Smacking himself in the forehead, he’s pissed at himself. “You fucking idiot.”

“Eddie?” He hears Steve from the other room so he follows his voice, meeting him halfway. “Hi…”

“I didn’t forget,” he rushes out his thoughts as he lunges for Steve, holding his arms in his hands. “I fell asleep on the couch in the garage, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Steve manages to laugh but then stops still, reaching out to pick the sand out of eddies eyelashes. He closes his eyes so he doesn’t get poked, “you’ve got sleep in your eyes…”

“Thanks,” Eddie smiles at him every so softly. “Can we still watch something?”

He nods, “if you want? Or we can just sit and talk? Or if you’re tired you can go home?”

“No, no, I want to stay here with you,” he assures Steve. “Come sit,” he drags him back over to the couch and sits, Steve beside him, thighs touching… he almost sat down on him and then he moves away.

Steve sits with his back against the armrest and one leg tucked under himself so that he can face Eddie. With his arm resting on the back of the seat, he looks so hot just sitting there with the moonlight shining through the window behind the couch. It makes one side of him blue, but the lamp light in the room turns the rest of him orange, he looks godly.

“How was work today?” Eddie finally asks.

“Good,” he smiles. “I did the order, but you know that… and I brought home some tiger tale for you so you won’t eat all of Robin's brownies in the pantry.”

“You’re too kind, Harrington,” Eddie smiles back. “Did you get any for yourself?”

He shakes his head, “I’ve lost my love for ice cream, unfortunately.”

“What?” Eddie can’t believe it. “Come on, there’s no way you’re sick of it already, it’s only been a few weeks?”

“When you’re around something all the time, you grow tired of it,” he explains. “Like a bad marriage.”

“You tryin’ to tell me something?” Eddie teases, glaring at him playfully. “I don’t wanna be a home wrecker.”

“I’m not married,” he laughs, reaching forward and smacking Eddie’s arm.

Eddie grabs his hand and pulls him in close. Steve, in a moment of confidence, sits in Eddie’s lap, facing him, knees on either side of his hips resting on the couch cushion while he stares Eddie down, hoping this is okay and only asking with his eyes.

“Well, then I guess I shouldn’t feel bad for liking you this much,” Eddie whispers, tucking a strand of Steve’s hair behind his ear and resting his hand on her cheek. “Who knows… maybe we could find a better treat together.”

“One without the freezer burns,” he smiles. “Something warm and cozy and nice… like you.”

“You think I’m nice?” Eddie cups both his cheeks this time, smiling impossibly wide.

Steve giggles, “yeah? You are… I wish I was always nice to you too. I wish I was friends with you instead of Tommy. I wish everything was different.”

“Hey,” he caresses Steve's cheek with his thumb, “you’ve got me now.”

“do I?” Steve looks terrified. “How? How does this work? What do I call it? Why does it feel so fucking scary?”

Eddie shrugs, “I don't have the answers. And you don't need to have them either. We can just be… it’s really easy to pretend things are fine.”

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” he whispers, breaking down. “I was so sure of so many things and then a few years ago it all came tumbling down and I can’t rebuild any of it. I’m surrounded in rubble, eds.”

“Come here,” he pulls Steve into his chest, rubbing his back with strong hands as he cuddles into his neck and settles against him. “You can tell me about it, about what happened?”

“I don’t know how,” he whispers, sniffling slightly. “I—I just… I know I like you, I know it’s not like how I thought I was crushing on Robin when I really just wanted to be her friend or how actually being friends with Tommy meant sleepovers and drunk kisses and weird possessiveness… I like you, okay? But— but—

“You don’t know how,” Eddie gets it. “Thats normal. Valid even.”

Steve holds him a bit tighter, “don’t take it the wrong way. Please? Don’t get weird about it, either.”

“I won’t,” he smiles softly, turning his head to the side to rest his cheek on Steve’s head. “You can come to me for advice, for silence, for company, solace… cuddles, kisses, friendship, more… I’m here.”

“And when you’re not I know where to find you.”

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artscloudy · 2 years

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Ej: unexpectedly meeting ot4 and you like eachother

Gender: female Warnings: none

"I don't want to come to the mall!" you yell from your bed to your friends who have just invaded your room.

"We're not going to accept 'no' as an answer" one of the girls yells back at you "We've been planning this day for a week". She's true: the four of you had little to no time to spend with each others so you kept this day absolutely free to spend it together.

You slam your face in the pillow. At this point, it's not even like you don't want to go with them, it's just the fun of teasing them.

"Yo, you old potato stand up and get dressed already" the younger is always the most resoluted one and you're a bit scared of her. What is it they say? Maknae on top...

You mimic no with your head but of course you stand up and grab a top and a skirt.

The mall is enormous. You go around visiting all the clothes shops but then you get in front of the recording shop: "Pleaseeeee can we get inside?"

The others nod and you all go there. The first thing that catches your eyes is a shining The Weekend vinyl. So lovely. Then pop music and rock and classical... finally you find the kpop section: "Ah, here you are".

None of your friends is expecially interested in kpop, two of them listen to it, but no one loves it like you do. And therefore you are there alone, skipping through the cds wanting to buy all of them, "Dynamite" playing in the background.

You sing along Bts's songs notes but when Dynamite ends, the music changes and something very familiar comes up: "We're doing the impossible" you bounce a bit on the spot and start singing along with even more participation.

"Really a nice song, isn't it?" You istantly still and turn around to the male's voice behind you.

"Oh my god." Right in front of you (maybe a bit above your height hehe) there's Koga's face.

You put your hands on your mouth, wide-eyeing him.

"Hello, are you a fan?"

"Yesyesyes, I watched &Audition! And voted! And I-land as well!"

K laughs a bit without answering back but says something looking on the right: "Guys, come here for one moment" and motions to someone who's a bit far.

Adrenaline in your legs, you cannot stay still at all, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and turn around to see if someone's coming.

"Everything's okay?" Taki comes first and looks at K who indicates you. Taki smiles and puts his hands out fou you to shake. It's incredible how elegant he's become aftet I-land.

And then Nicholas arrives as well: "Nice to meet you" and gently grabs your hand to give a kiss on top of it. Your cheeks probably caught fire at some point.

And the last one, the one you were waiting for the most, is finally here as well. Ej looks at the others and then he shifts the focus to you. He smiles, his shy self coming out and he lowers his head a bit to greet you. He's not said a word in the meantime.

"Y/n here you are!" one of your friends comes out but you cannot even register who that is. She grabs your hand and then she notices you're talking to someone: "Oh, hi guys! Are they friends of yours, Y/n?"

K answers her, but at this point you're not registering what's happening around you anymore. They start talking and soon, you find yourself in front of the icecream bar.

Your head is in the clouds, you've said nothing with a concrete meaning yet but still, Ej remains next to you while all your friends from both groups are talking. This type of situations are always difficult for introverts like you two.

But the air's becoming heavy so you desperatly try to find a topic for discussion: "The weather's nice, isn't it?" kinda awkward.

"Yes, it's sunny and warm."

You nod while caress the folds of your skirt that are already flat. This topic was dry. Okay...

Then he adds something else, to break the ice as well and you do the same. Really soon, you're talking and naturally jumping from one topic to the next and laughing like old friends.

"Y/n, it's time to go" your friends tell you.

How can you properly greet Ej? While you're wondering, looking straight in front of you, Ej is quicker. He moves towards you and presses a small kiss on the side of your forehead. Your cheeks get inflamed and you stop on your track. He's going away and he waves his hand at you a little. You can easly notice that his cheeks are a bit colored as well.

Your friends apparently have nothing else to talk about other than you and "Wiju" but their focus moves to the othet boys as well, in turn. And back to you and Ej. You'd like to dissapear...

"And Y/n are you waiting for a message by him or you're messaging him first?"

That's when it hits you like a truck.

"You've not exchanged your numbers, did you?"

You fall back on your bed and let out confused mumbles.

"Hey, it doesn't matter! I'd bet my hair you're going to meet again somehow. You were attracted to each other like magnets!"

You stop and think about it. It's true. Deep down, you feel like you're going to meet him again. Or maybe it's just an immense hope that condensed into your heart and seems like a certainty. But you're hopeful.

You laugh a bit and tell your friend: "Maybe you're right, but do you know that if that's not true, you're getting an haircut?"

"... hope Koga likes short hair!"

Hope I made your heart flutter at least a bit keke <3

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secretsbyekai · 1 year

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[Pt. 1 Random page of my fanfic]

Andrea and the Pogues played their cards as they enjoyed their rounds of beer at the bar. Some good old Rock N’ Roll music was playing in the background and everything was well for them that Sunday night. Of course, they couldn’t get too drunk, considering they needed to go back to work the next morning. While Pope was arguing about some mythical treasure hunt with Kie, Sarah and John B were having their alone time on the sofa. And so, it only leaves Andrea with JJ.

“Well, I’m very flattered by that,” he said after she had told him why she was still around, “I’m glad you’re still here. We wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for you. So, thank you, Dre.”

“My pleasure, Jayj,” she giggled as they clinked their bottles of ice-cold beer.

The front door opened and in came Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. When the Pogues saw those Kooks, they immediately shushed and just watched them go over to Andrea. Rafe slithered his arms around her from behind and kissed her on the head. She chuckled lightly and high-fived Topper.

“What are you two doin’ here?” Rafe asked.

“Just hangin’ out, mindin’ our own business,” JJ answered as he looked down at his beer.

“Wasn’t askin’ you now, was I?” Rafe said.

Andrea just rolled her eyes.

“Why are you guys here?” she changed the subject.

“We were headin’ down to a better bar when we saw you here,” Topper answered.

“Knock yourself out.”

Rafe chuckled at that.

“You tryin’ to get rid of me so you can get comfortable with this Pogue here?”

“I’m just trying to enjoy this very nice leisure time with my friends without you being so mean to them, Rafe. You always make us feel very awkward and uncomfortable.”

“Oh. So there is somethin’ goin’ on between the two of you?” he pretended to ask as if he didn’t already know that JJ was neck-deep in love with his girlfriend.

JJ just glared at him, his teeth clenched. Andrea turned to him with a look of warning. She didn’t want to admit it, but she already knew JJ had a thing for her from Sarah and Kie. She never disclosed it to her boyfriend, but he didn’t need anyone telling him something so obvious. It was in JJ’s eyes. Every time he talked to her or was just around breathing the same air as her, sparks would fly around in his deadbeat brain.

Suddenly, Topper laughed to break the tension and he patted Andrea’s shoulder.

“Jokes. All jokes,” he said as he turned to Sarah and saluted her.

Andrea rolled her eyes at that.

“How about we just go?” Topper offered, turning to Rafe so he would stop being a dick.

In truth, Topper had drastically changed over the years and he had been quite tolerable for the Pogues.

“You know what? I think I’ll stay and talk to JJ over here about whatever it was he’s talkin’ about with my girlfriend,” Rafe answered with a thin smile, darting his gaze over to him.

His arms were still wrapped around Andrea’s body, though she didn’t feel comfortable anymore.

“Well, if you two boys are gonna hang, then I’m just gonna go to that better bar with Topper and Kelce,” Andrea suddenly said as she stood up and linked her arm to the two Kooks, “Have fun.”

With that, the three went off as Kelce chuckled and Topper shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re not seriously leaving your boyfriend with your boy toy, right?” Topper asked as they were entering his vehicle.

Rafe and JJ then turned to each other challengingly.

“Why can’t you just take your dirty scraps and find some other chick that’s not mine, asshole?” Rafe threatened.

“Oh wait, didn’t she tell you? She’s down to share–”

Suddenly, Rafe had his fist to JJ’s face and the two broke into a fight. The Pogues circled around them as they shouted for the two to stop. How long has it been since they lived together in the Outer Banks? Have they not learned anything? Topper, Kelce, and Andrea reentered the premises in shock when they heard all the ruckus. She couldn’t believe that they were still doing this crap.

“Stop them, now,” she told the guys, and the two swooped in.

Kelce held off Rafe while Topper held off JJ. The two guys kept shouting and cursing at each other. The Kooks went out of the premises when the owner of the bar came out of hiding, entered the vehicle, and drove away quickly.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Rafe?!” Topper shouted, “Has history taught you nothing?”

“Shut up, man. Just shut the fuck up!” Rafe shouted back in anger.

Topper huffed a breath as he focused on his driving. Andrea just kept very quiet. After several seconds of discomforting silence, she finally broke.

“Drop me off here.”

Topper turned to her in shock.

“Dre, come on–”

“Stop here.”

“Dre–”

“Stop, Topper.”

He finally slowed to a stop at the edge of a random street and she exited the vehicle. Rafe sighed heavily as he rubbed his face. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. He finally got off as well.

“Dude,” Kelce reminded him, but he was already following Andrea.

“Hey,” he called out, “Hey, hey, wait. Stop.”

He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to him.

“What?” she snapped.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘what’? Are you seriously pissed that I hurt your little fuck toy?”

“Oh, my God, Rafe! JJ and I have absolutely nothing going on between us!” she shouted, “Don’t you get it? No matter what’s going on with anybody, what matters is that I don’t think of them as anything but friends!”

“So you do know that JJ’s got a thing for you, is that it?” he shouted back, “What, you wanted to keep it to yourself so you can secretly flirt around with him without getting caught? Do the other Pogues know about this, too?”

She turned away as she sighed heavily, wondering why it had come to this.

“You keep telling me that I can trust you, Dre? You can’t even talk to me about this!”

“Because I knew you’d act this way and hurt JJ!”

“So fucking what?!”

She scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief. She then straightened her stance, realizing just then that Rafe would do anything to anyone without feeling bad about the consequences. He didn’t care if he hurt JJ, just as long as he’s got her. Rafe just stared at her.

“I’m going home,” she said, using her usual calm and poised voice, “Don’t follow me.”

“Dre…”

She walked away from him. He sighed in frustration as he punched the wall next to him, walking around in circles, and rubbing his head. He finally followed her. From the vehicle, Topper and Kelce just watched.

“So…should we follow ‘em or…?” Kelce asked.

“I think they need to figure this shit out on their own,” Topper answered as he finally drove away.

Andrea walked the dark empty streets of the Outer Banks without looking back. She then sighed in annoyance and rolled her eyes.

“I told you not to follow me!” she snapped.

“Well too bad, ‘cause I am!” he snapped back, “Are you seriously gonna walk away from this, huh? Hey, answer me!”

She just kept walking. He let out a sarcastic laugh and finally walked faster. He grabbed her upper arms and whipped her around to him, making her gasp in shock. She shoved him off and tried to get him to let go, but he only yanked her closer and put his lips against hers, kissing her hard. He wrapped his arms around her small body, locking her in place, and she had to hold onto his shoulders to not stumble. They breathed in and she shoved him off again, giving them more space. They breathed hard and looked at each other challengingly.

“Get away from me, you psycho!” she shouted and kept walking.

He just followed all the way to her apartment.

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