#and i am so tired and my head hurts and i think i’m falling sick again and basically i need someone to lie on top of me and crush me

[astrobei]

Something’s wrong.

It’s a quiet afternoon in Will’s room. Mike is here, and this simple fact should be taking precedence over all else. It would be, on any other day — a day where it wasn’t off-puttingly quiet outside. On any other day, it would be all he could focus on.

Not that it’s not important. Mike is here, sprawled haphazardly across him, limbs akimbo like he couldn’t even be bothered to right himself before the need to bodily press every square inch of himself up against Will’s torso suddenly overtook him. It’s endearing, is what it is, even though Mike’s feet are dangling off the side of Will’s bed — they’re getting too tall to be able to lie down like this, side by side and taking up all the room they could possibly want. He’s got his cheek pressed up against Will’s sternum, arms wrapped so tight around Will’s stomach and lower back that it’s bordering on uncomfortable.

Endearing. It’s endearing, the need for proximity. The need for closeness, for touch, for reassurance. Mike wasn’t like this before. Not to this degree, at least. Will pretended to be annoyed by it at first, but the façade hadn’t even lasted a day before he cracked. He needs it too, and they both know it — the rhythmic push and pull of Mike’s breathing. Feeling Mike’s heart beat steadily against his own, separated by a meager few inches of blood and muscle and bone. The kinesthetic weight of a body against his own, grounding him on his off days — days where his pulse is perpetually panicked and off-kilter, threatening to fly away entirely, rendered unsuccessful only by the shape of Mike’s shoulder blades under his palm. The cotton of his flannel button-down, worn soft with use.

Grounding things. Real things. Safe things.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Mike’s foot twitches, suddenly and gently against where it’s pressed up against the line of Will’s calf.

It’s a quiet afternoon, and Will feels off, down to his bones.

Mike might be falling asleep.

Will smiles, hides it in the soft curtain of Mike’s hair where it’s brushing over his neck. Cups a hand around the back of his head and wraps his other arm around his shoulder — tighter, tighter, like Mike might just get up and walk away if he doesn’t. For all his pretending, Will is like this too, now: desperate, a little needy, selfish in small, ordinary ways. Too quick to worry when a call goes unanswered. Too quick to fuss over cuts and scrapes and bruises. He hugs too tight and he kisses too hard and he gets unsettled by quiet, calm afternoons.

He wasn’t ever like that before.

Mike twitches again — so delicately that it’s almost like an afterthought — then his arms tighten around Will’s midriff.

That feels intentional. Even if it hadn’t been. Things with Mike feel intentional. Purposeful.

Even if he is — you know. Asleep, a little.

Will’s room is comfortably warm; the late summer sun has been hiding lately, and the sky isn’t blue, exactly but at least it’s not red anymore — dark and rolling and angry. It’s still, and it’s quiet, and it’s peaceful for the first time in a long time — a long time—

—and still, something’s wrong.

“Will?”

Mike shifts, just slightly, just enough to lean his head against Will’s collarbone and look up at him. He catches the edge of Mike’s expression like it’s a secret, a glimpse of wide eyes, a little confused.

Will peers down at him. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t,” Mike says, even as he blinks heavily. He rolls out his ankle, bumps it against Will’s and keeps it there, stretches long and languid, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Will says. If Mike stays like this, if he doesn’t look up any farther, maybe he can get away with it.

Mike doesn’t sound convinced. “You sure?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and pushing himself up, just enough to be able to look at Will better. “You seemed…”

He trails off. Will tucks a stray strand of hair back behind Mike’s ear, from where it had been falling loose and down into his eyes. “I’m sure,” he murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t asleep!”

“You were,” Will laughs. “You were twitching. Like a cat.”

“I don’t twitch,” Mike insists, then pauses. “Do I?”

“Sometimes,” Will admits, then presses a kiss to the top of Mike’s head. “When you’re really tired. I think it’s cute.”

“Stop,” Mike mumbles, but he lowers his head back to Will’s chest. “So mean to me.”

“I called you cute!”

“Mean,” Mike says, sounding like he’s halfway back to sleep already as he snakes an arm back around Will’s chest, hand resting lightly on the side of his throat, just over his jaw. He tangles their legs together, the sheets going wrinkled and bunched up under them. “So mean.”

Will smiles. “Sorry,” he whispers. He glances down at the mess of black hair in front of his face, runs a careful hand through it. Again, and again, and again. Mike makes a small noise, content and pleased, and presses in closer, like he’s trying to vanquish whatever minute semblance of space might have been left between them. “I won’t be mean again.”

It’s a joke, obviously. Still, Will traces apologetic circles into Mike’s back, into the gentle dip between his shoulders. He maps out the planes there, tries to commit them to memory by touch alone, the way he can feel Mike breathe in — slow, hesitant — and then out again — faster, like he’s collapsing back into Will’s body.

The circles give way to shapes, any that Will can think of. Then lines, curved and looping around his shoulder blades, his upper arms. He trails fingers up the back of Mike’s neck, where the cotton of his shirt gives way to a more organic warmth, and scrapes his fingernails lightly against the skin there. Drops another delicate kiss to the sliver of Mike’s forehead where his hair is parted as it falls around his face.

Mike lets out another pleased noise, half-coherent and probably involuntary, and his hand twitches lightly on Will’s jaw. Will bites back a smile, and stares straight up at the ceiling.

Will was never good at this before either — taking the things he wants. Letting himself have things he wants. Something is turning over in his gut, warm and viscous and slow, with each moment of touch he lets himself have, in this newfound, selfish way — through Mike’s hair, down his arms and back up again. Over his back, his shoulders, trailing fingers up his cheeks. He rubs circles into Mike’s temples, watches his brows unfurrow — for once in his life — and his expression go slack with contentment. He wants to touch the corners of Mike’s mouth too, where they’ve turned downwards, vulnerable, half-pressed into Will’s shirt.

He does. He can.

It’s a novel thing, for him, having someone be this close. Having someone be this close just because they want to be, because they trust you.

Will doesn’t know what to make of that. He’s never felt this before, the urge to hold someone so close that all the bad things go away. The urge to touch, the urge to lie here until entropy takes them.

There are no bad things anymore, though. It’s a quiet afternoon, and it’s calm, and it’s peaceful, and—

Will stops.

His hand stills on Mike’s back.

Oh, he thinks, still looking up at the ceiling. Oh.

“Will?” Mike stirs again, and he’d definitely been right on the precipice of sleep this time, judging by the way his voice is dragging on the single syllable. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers, a little incredulously, as realization dawns upon him. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry too, a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.”

Mike taps a slow finger against Will’s cheek and peers carefully up at him. “What is it?

“I,” Will starts, then stops. He’ll sound ridiculous if he says it. Ridiculous and pathetic and— “Nothing,” he says anyway, despite every molecule of better judgment in his body. “I’m just— I’m happy.”

Mike pauses. “Oh,” he says simply, cheek still pressed to Will’s chest. He sounds a little caught off-guard, in a good way. “I— that’s good. That you’re happy.”

The weird feeling in Will’s gut bubbles up, up, and over. “Yeah,” he says quietly, trying to keep his voice even. “I am. You make me happy.”

At this, Mike looks up. His expression is a bit startled, like a deer in headlights. “What?”

Oh, god. Will swallows. He looks back up. “I just,” he says, “I’ve never— I’m happy. And I don’t know when— I don’t know if I’ve ever. Been this happy before, I mean. Before everything. Before—”

You, he thinks. He doesn’t say it, but it goes implied.

Mike is silent.

The weird feeling starts settling back into Will’s stomach, slow and steady like molasses. Shit. That was, objectively, probably a weird thing to say. It was, right?

Oh, god.

Will blinks, once, twice, thrice in quick succession, and keeps his stare fixed on the ceiling.

“Will,” Mike says at last, from somewhere below him. He lifts his head off of Will’s chest, tufts of black hair swimming into view. “Can you— can you look at me, please?”

Oh, god.

Will looks down. “Yeah?”

Mike looks— wondrous, maybe, which is a bit dramatic, but it’s true. “Really?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound freaked out or anything, which is a good sign, but— “I do?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers. “You do. Like, really happy.”

Happy seems a bit diminutive, if Will’s being honest. Whatever this feeling is runs much deeper than that — past contentment and comfort and satisfaction. Ease, maybe. Safety would be closer.

He doesn’t say any of that.

Mike’s cheeks flush a brilliant pink. He splays his palm across Will’s cheek and asks, in mild disbelief, “Is that what was bothering you?”

“It wasn’t bothering me,” Will says quietly, tugging at Mike’s wrist and sitting up, just slightly, leaning back against one elbow. “I’m fine.”

“You weren’t,” Mike says simply, and lets himself be moved. “I could tell. I just— I thought it was something, you know. Worse.”

“What?” Will laughs, and Mike’s expression softens in relief. “Like what?”

“I don’t know!” Mike exclaims, but he’s smiling too. “I just— I could tell, and I didn’t— I don’t know. Never mind.”

Will pushes a strand of hair behind Mike’s ear again, the same one that had been falling back out the entire time they’d been lying together. “I’m sorry if you worried,” he says quietly. “I just— I didn’t know what it was. I’ve never been this happy before.”

“Will,” Mike starts, expression earnest and searching. He opens his mouth and closes it again.

“Sorry,” Will adds, for good measure. Maybe Mike is, like, totally freaked out. “No pressure, or anything.”

“Don’t apologize,” Mike says immediately, frowning. “Never apologize. I just— I’m happy too. You make me happy. Really happy.”

“Well that’s good,” Will jokes, but it comes out halfhearted. “I should hope I’m not making you sad.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Will.”

“Sorry,” he says on instinct, then immediately bites down on his lower lip. “I mean. Yes. Yeah.”

Mike gives him a look, exasperated and a little fond. “I mean,” he says, then leans forward, all the way back into Will’s space, “you make me happy too. I don’t know when I’ve been— me too, I mean. Me too.”

“Oh,” Will breathes out, in awe, a little bit, of a lot of things — the deepening flush across Mike’s cheek, the ease with which the admission comes tumbling out of his mouth. The simple reciprocity of it bowls him over, like maybe Mike thinks about this, when Will doesn’t know — just how happy Will makes him. “Okay.”

Mike eyes dart between his own. “That all you have to say?” he teases. “Okay?”

“What else do you want me to say?” Will asks, teasing back, a little, but also asking a little truthfully. He’s not the greatest with words, but he’s also not stupid — he understands the implications, here, of what it means to feel so happy around someone that it feels like you’re admitting to something bigger by just saying it. He knows what he’s implying, and he knows Mike is picking up on it, but he doesn’t know how to put that into words — the way his soul feels like it’s stilled inside of him, somewhere, no longer restless or jittery or perpetually keyed up.

He wonders if Mike feels like that too.

The thought, suddenly, is too much.

“Nothing,” Mike says, after a moment. He pauses, then presses a fleeting kiss to Will’s cheek. “Nothing.”

“Mike,” Will says, suddenly, then grabs a hold of Mike’s wrist again. “I— you know that I—”

He feels overwhelmed, a little frantic. He’s sure it’s coming through in his voice. The rest of the sentence hangs there, suspended in midair between the two of them.

Love you, Will thinks. I love you. I love you.

He needs Mike to know.

Mike can’t ever know.

He looks away again, like maybe Mike will be able to tell exactly what he’s thinking just by looking at him.

“Yeah,” Mike is saying. “It’s okay, Will. I know. Me too. Obviously.”

Will relaxes. Thank god for plausible deniability. “Okay,” he says instead, feeling a smile split wide and exhilarated across his face. He feels like he just ran a marathon, and it isn’t until he lies back down that he feels it. The adrenaline, sweet and thick and palpable in his veins. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Mike echoes, then settles back down on top of him. “Yeah. Cool.”

Will tucks his chin over the top of Mike’s head, running a soothing hand over Mike’s hair. His heart is beating so fast that he’s sure Mike is able to tell. “Go back to sleep,” he says quietly. Mike lets out a noise that might be a laugh, and tucks his face into Will’s neck.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Everything feels perfectly right.

#i don’t know what this is #i’ve just had a Week #and i am so tired and my head hurts and i think i’m falling sick again and basically i need someone to lie on top of me and crush me #w their body weight like a weighted blanket #bc my weighted blanket is not cutting it rn i need More #anyways. i hope u enjoy this stream of consciousness #i am so touch starved and i’m being so fr someone better do something about that bc #my ex is coming back to town in 3 weeks and if i don’t get a hug before then i will literally text him #jk i won’t but. u know #LOL #n e ways #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #fun sized fics #fic #etc #ok back to studying Bye

[drdemonprince]

I have almost no energy to move or to think. My eyes hurt. My head hurts. I’m constantly on the verge of puking. The room is spinning. Normally bouncing off the walls with the desire to exercise, try new things, and socialize, all I want to do is sit silently in the dark. I am incapacitated, in an inescapable way, by the demands of full-time work. I had forgotten for a while that I am so profoundly disabled, because I have been able to build a life around my natural rhythms and my inarguable sensitivities. But for just one week, I’ve been thrust back into approximating something of a “normal” working life, and I can’t handle it. Not even remotely. If I were to live by this schedule all of the time, if necessity forced me to work an actual full-time job with real, in-person, full-time hours, I would have zero energy for meal preparation, physical fitness, social outings, on-the-ground activism, or any of the random adventures that make life so worthwhile. In my schedule I’d scarcely find the time for doctor’s visits, tooth cleanings, trips to the DMV, birthday parties, conferences, runs to the post office, or any of the other small journeys that make it possible for supposedly “independent” adult life to run. My health, my relationships, my community, and my grounding in reality would dramatically collapse.

Working full-time is a sickness. And not just for especially sensitive people like me. The friends I know with full-time jobs are tired nearly all the time, and have had to give up on so many of their passions and fulfilling pursuits. Over the years some full-time workers I know have become a bit dull-eyed and distant, no passion in their voice, a ghost of their younger selves. They assume it is because they are growing “old,” but I’m older than many of them, and many people older than me are similarly able to bounce off the walls. We have energy if we get enough sleep, if we eat robustly and eagerly, and if life is filled with shared wanderings that we can look forward to. We need repetition, and comfort, and rest, but also ample space to dream, and the power to bring some of those dreams into reality. So many people under capitalism lack all of those things. Their jobs are a chronic illness they must cradle, manage, and make endless sacrifices for every single day. There is so much they can’t do. They don’t go on dates with their spouses because they’re falling asleep at 8pm. They’re behind on doctor’s appointments and haven’t visited their siblings for years. They’re too weak and weary to travel, to volunteer, to meet anybody new. All they have it in them to do at the end of the day is collapse in front of something familiar on the TV. And it is so normal that nobody even considers it a sickness.

The full essay is free to read or have narrated to you at drdevonprice.substack.com.

[astrronomemes]

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far... or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but... I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just... I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just... really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I... can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #dialogue prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompts #sentence prompts #sentence memes #sentence starters

[like-a-diamondinthesky]

five minutes | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... established relationship, disgustingly fluffy, excessive references to soondoongdori, minho is a cat personified, soft mimo!

operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... ah, yet another domestic fluff fic featuring softy minho. a star specialty! sorry guys this is kinda my fav thing to write ever r u sick of me 😁 anywayz this was inspired by this soft thought and this tiktok like i saw it and immediately thought : lee minho.

ALSO ALSO! HUGE THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS! i never would've thought i'd reach this milestone and words couldnt express how incredibly grateful i am for each and every one of you who read and enjoy my works <3 i love you guys thank you so much!

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Minho turned the doorknob and pushed the front door open, greeting Soonie who stood by the entrance with a tilted head. Shutting the door, he hung his bag on the coat rack and bent down to pet his beloved cat’s chin.

“Hi, baby,” the cat nuzzled his head into Minho’s palm and circled around his arm, “where are your brothers, hm?”

Meow… Soonie walked off to the living room as if to answer Minho’s question. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he followed his cat toward the faint nose of your favorite series playing on the TV.

When he entered the room, Minho saw your figure strewn lazily across the couch. Dori was cuddled up against your chest and Soonie hopped up to join Doongie by your feet. His heart warmed at the sight of his loves all huddled together.

“Honey, I’m home,” Minho grabbed your attention with his gentle, sing-song tone, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You switched your attention from the screen in front of you to the man standing in the doorway, returning his smile and giving a small wave. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

Minho padded over to you, scooped Dori up against his chest, and settled himself where the cat had previously taken solace in your arms.

“It was alright,” he said, scooching backward to press his back firm against your front. “Tiring, as usual, but it's fine.”

Though he couldn't see it, you nodded in acknowledgment and pressed a soft kiss to his head. You brought one hand up behind his ear to scratch at his scalp, something you had found he enjoyed.

“Do you want to go to bed already? It is pretty late.” From its place above the TV, the clock read 10:37 PM. “Maybe we should move our little cuddle session to the bedroom.”

Minho sighed and shook his head. “But, I'm already so comfy here. Plus, you wouldn't dare disturb the cats, would you?”

“Please, remember the last time we slept on the couch the whole night? I don’t think we want that happening again.”

“Y/n,” Minho called your name, dragging out the last syllable. “My back hurts so much! Remind me why we stayed on the couch again.”

“I told you we should have moved to the bed! But you wouldn’t listen to me,” you snickered at your boyfriend from the kitchen while you continued to whisk a couple of eggs for your breakfast.

You set the bowl down on the counter and walked over to Minho who was still lying on the couch. When you came into his sight, he made a show of stretching his arms and legs, akin to a cat, accompanied by a few exaggerated groans.

“I don’t think I can get up at all today. I should just call in sick,” Minho draped an arm over his face, letting the other fall limp over the edge of the cushion.

“Don’t you have an important meeting today? I doubt your boss would appreciate you missing that on account of an 'ouchy' back.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me more cuddles, I’d feel a bit better.” Minho peeked at you from under his arm, proposing this cute, yet slightly impractical, solution. “Unless you want me to miss work and stay at home with you today.”

“Alright, you big baby.” Rolling your eyes, you moved to straddle Minho’s lap, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Now chest to chest, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the other one snake up his neck to play with the hairs at his nape.

The time you spent wrapped in each other’s warmth turned from seconds to minutes, the comfortable silence lulling you back to sleep. Minutes turned to hours, leaving Minho’s meeting unattended and the scrambled eggs forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh, at least give me five more minutes,” Minho offered as he continued to stroke Dori’s back, drawing a vibrating purr from the cat. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Oh, come on, you have to brush your teeth anyways. Now get your lazy bum off the couch so we can cuddle on the bed.” You grabbed the throw pillow from behind your back and swung it at Minho’s side, accidentally startling Dori in the process. The cat jumped out of the man’s arms, causing him to throw a frown over his shoulder.

“Now look what you did! You’re scaring our babies.” Finally, Minho stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up as well. You met his hand with your own and anchored yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Oops.” You shrugged and skipped off to the bedroom, leaving your boyfriend with your three cats in the living room.

“Unbelievable.” Minho took a few steps towards the bathroom, paused, and turned back to look at his cats. “Well, are you coming with me or not?”

While your boyfriend finished his night routine, you lay on your shared bed and grinned to yourself. Operation Put Your Boyfriend to Sleep in Five Minutes was a go. You knew Minho was tired, and you wanted to send him off into a good night’s sleep in the most loving way you could.

The hallway light switched off as Minho opened the door to your bedroom, sporting a playful frown. It was time for Step One: Put him in a blanket.

“Come here, baby,” you peeled the duvet back and patted the space on the bed right next to you, beckoning your pouty boyfriend over to you. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?”

Trudging over to his side of the bed, Minho slid onto the mattress and pulled the heavy duvet over his body. Freshly washed, the warm, lavender-scented blanket immediately soothed his senses.

“You could’ve at least stayed with me while I brushed my teeth,” Minho continued to pout as he turned on his side to face you, “and, I don’t know, given me a back hug or something.”

Though his tone was playful, you recognized the look in Minho’s gaze. He yearned for your comfort, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Reaching over, you cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You peppered a few pecks on the corners of his mouth, kissing his pout away. Perfect timing for Step Two: Give reassuring pets.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” His hair was soft in between your fingers as you threaded them through the fluffy locks. They smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo.

Tired, Minho let out a yawn, nose scrunched and eyelids shut. He leaned into your touch, humming contently.

Faintly, the door creaked open and you could hear light thuds on the carpeted floor, followed by a slightly louder thud on the bed as Doongie entered the bedroom and jumped up to join you. He stepped all over Minho’s body—drawing out a quiet yelp from the man beside you. You giggled as Doongie finally plopped down on Minho’s pillow, snuggling against the top of his head. This brought you to Step Three: Tuck him in.

With your boyfriend lying under the covers, you hooked one leg over him, moving your hand on his head to tuck it into your neck, cradling his body with no intent to stop any time soon.

For a second, the universe felt still. It was as though the ever-rotating hands on the clock had stopped moving, pausing to witness this intimate moment between you and Minho; as if even the angels in the skies above didn’t want this sweet gesture to end.

That was until Minho decided to take matters into his own hands and execute Step Four: Put one arm out for temperature regulation.

“It's too warm!” Minho whined into your neck, breaking the silence, and removed one arm from under the blanket, exposing it to the cold air. “Ah, that's better.”

He turned on his side and wrapped his now free arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, if that were even physically possible.

Seeing your bodies pressed flush against each other, Soonie—who was previously lounging at the foot of the bed—crawled up the sheets and nuzzled into the barely-there gap between you and Minho, with Dori following suit.

Within five minutes of lying down, the night ended with your small family cuddled together on the warm, cozy bed, basking in each other’s comfort.

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#nini’s nonsense #pls ignore me !!! this me having another conversation with myself because yes. #also i’m being a bit of a terrible person so yeah asgddjjfmffm #okay. i know i’m not the best person in general but !! i always think about that day and can’t help but think. what if. what if ????? i mean #yes there was so much pain at the time. some days will haunt me forever. but also. it would have been different because right now it’s not #just memories. i feel like most of us feel ******* or even ****** period. and it’s such a sick state to live in like ?? i haven’t slept okay #in literal weeks and every time i am anywhere there is this nagging in the back of my mind and just. #to be quite honest i’ve let go of happiness a long time ago. it’s not for me i think. not when i could never really belong anywhere with a #history like mine. and i know we’re not our parents etc etc but also. my roots are forever tainted and i mean. not much left to save then #right? so peace. that’s all i want. to be the tiniest human. doing the dumbest things. in fucking peace. and now even that has been taken #from me. and it’s literally all because of ***. and so yes. there would have been pain. and i might’ve even felt bad. but also. peace would #have come. and stayed. and maybe i am a terrible person but you know what. idc. not when all ive been is anxious anxious anxious non fucking #stop. i’ve head a headache for days now and i literally went to the doctor a week ago. but maybe i need another visit. sigh #i’m sad. and tired. and never falling in love. and never making friends. not until this has ended at least. and i’m terrible for saying this #but i hope that day comes sooner rather than later #my head hurts so bad !!!!! but i guess we’ll try and sleep and hope i get more than three hours tonight and no nightmares. pls !! don’t need #that as well tyvm #anyways if anyone reads this. no you didn’t ashdjfkg. but also hi hope you’re well ! (((hugs)))

[eddaawrites]

Flu season - Chris Sturniolo

A/n hey, so this is my first post which means I’m gonna need some constructive criticism. Don’t worry I’m the eldest granddaughter my feelings won’t be hurt. Also I wanted to start off chill so this is just some fluff of Chris taking care of you when you’re sick. I’m in love.

Warnings- tooth rotting fluff, reader is really sick (duh-doy) and no use of y/n.

Now without further ado-do (hah! I said doodoo), I present Christopher Owen Sturniolo.

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This is just not my day. First of all I went to sleep with a major headache, so I barely got any sleep tonight. Secondly I woke up with a fever so bad that I couldn’t even get myself out of bed and lastly I can’t find the remote to my tv so I’ve just been laying here like a cinder block all day while sweating like a pig.

I stare at the ceiling hoping I’d eventually just fall asleep, only to be interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing to my right. I groan rolling over to my side to check the contact, my heart fluttering at the sight of my boyfriend’s name. I grab my phone hitting answer and put the phone on speaker because I don’t have the energy to hold the phone.

I initiate the conversation to let him know I’m here. “Hey, you.” I croak, my voice sounding like I’ve smoked 20 packs a day since birth.

“Hi, baby” he answers “am I waking you up? You sound tired.” He asks. “No, I’m just a bit sick. Think I caught the flu or something. But what’s up?” I try to act fine but my voice betrays me.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t sound too good. Do you want me to come over and cuddle you?” He asks completely ignoring my question.

“Yeah, baby I’m fine. And you probably shouldn’t come over, I’ve got 104 degrees and I smell like a rats ass.” I say, not wanting him to see me like this. He’s seen me sick before since we’ve been dating a while but not like this.

“Well that’s too bad.” I’m completely lost until I hear the turning of the lock of my apartment door and the faint sound of footsteps coming my direction. My door opens to reveal a gleaming Chris, holding my favourite flowers in one hand and a bag full to the brim with all my favourite foods.

I sit up pouting at him “how did I get so lucky?” He smiles handing me the flowers, setting the bag down and pressing his hand against my forehead to check my temperature, then sliding it down to rest against my cheek.

“Aw, you poor thing. You’re burning up” he says genuinely. “I’m gonna go run you a bath and I’ll be right back” he says pressing a kiss to my temple and pulling away.

“Man I really do smell bad, don’t I?” I say sarcastically, grinning from ear to ear as he walks to the bathroom. I hear him chuckle and then water running.

He comes back to the room reaching his hand out for me to grab. I grip it and he pulls me to my feet and I wobble a bit, blood rushing to my head after laying in bed all day. I then feel an arm at the back of my knees and under my right arm and suddenly I’m in the air, Chris carrying me bridal style to the bathroom.

He puts me down to sit on the toilet seat. I let him help me undress, not caring as long as I get to get in the bath soon. My muscles aching for relief.

When I step into the bath I instantly relax, the water is the perfect temperature. Warm enough to ease some tension in my shoulders and back but not too warm so that I feel nauseous.

I feel like I’m at a spa, Chris went to my room and grabbed a face mask I’ve been meaning to use and applied it for me, even putting some on himself. And now he’s washing my hair for me.

I actually think I fall asleep for a second, the mixture of no sleep, a warm bath and a scalp massage getting the best of me.

When I’m done bathing he grabs me some pyjamas and helps me get dressed. We get back to bed, pulling out the snacks and turning on the tv after he found it under my pillow and watching 10 things I hate about you.

He’s so gentle with me, peppering my face with kisses, whispering how much he loves me and holding me so tight I think he might break one of my ribs.

I don’t remember falling asleep but when I wake up I’m wrapped up in his arms and I’m feeling so much better.

Chris however…

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A/n I love this so much, actually broke my heart to think about the fact that none of you will ever experience this because Chris and I are happily married with 3 kids😔💔 but on a serious note, please tell me if there’s anything you want me to do differently next time! I expect you guys to be absolutely brutal in the comments. Thank you guys for reading, I hope it lived up to your expectations! XOXO 💋

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[luveline]

hi jade! i’m obsessed with ur writing. i also love angst so much idk i was thinking maybe for zombie steve, the stress of post college life and everything gets too much for them and it all kinda blows up into a fight and the reader is thinking like his life would be so much easier if we weren’t dating and then it’s them kind of making up??? totally understandable if u don’t wanna make these poor babies suffer any more but just wanted to throw it out there! haha

thank you for your request lovely <3 steve zombie au —a trivial fight snowballs, and you get some much needed reassurances. fem!reader, 3.5k

"I think you're tired," Steve says. 

You pull your backpack higher up your shoulders by the straps. "I'm not tired, Steve." 

"You haven't slept well in weeks," he says. 

"It's not the point. You're not listening to what I'm saying, you're just looking for the problem." 

"Because," he says gingerly, "I know that you wouldn't be saying this if you'd been sleeping. That's all I'm saying." 

"You're not listening," you insist. 

"I am, I am listening," he says, and he doesn't sound mad, but the ice is thinning. "I get that you think we shouldn't be moving along. I understand what you're saying to me, but I really think you're– it's fatigue. You're sick of moving around, I am too, but you know the risk if we stay somewhere." 

"You're not listening to me, though, you're discounting my concern because I'm tired, but if I wasn't tired I'd be saying the same stuff. We can't keep moving around, your knee is still hurting even though you refuse to tell me, and you think I don't know but I do know–" 

"So the problem is that I'm not telling you my knee hurts?"

"The problem is that you have no sense of self preservation and also that you're really not listening–" 

"I'm listening!" Steve says, his voice peaking. 

Robin turns to look from where she's walking just ahead with Sarah and the others. She meets Steve's eyes first and then yours, and she smiles at you tentatively, as if to say, Everything okay?

You shake your head at her. Don't worry about it.

"I'm obviously fucking listening," he mutters, looking to the sun as he combs his hair out of his eyes. 

"You don't have to be a jerk about it." 

"You're jabbing at me."

"I'm jabbing at you?" 

"It's black and white with you today. I say black and you say white, and it's giving me a headache." 

You huff a breath out. Arguing with Steve is easy, you did it enough when you first met, but it's different now. It hurts your feelings when he digs in.

"That's not true, I don't need to be contrary to disagree with you," you say. 

"But you are! You're just disagreeing with me because you're in a bad mood! You know we need to leave, you know it's the right thing, and I just don't want to listen to it anymore." 

"Why? Why is it so hard for you to listen to me? You love me," you say. It sounds odd, nearly questioning, and you both flinch. 

"Of course I love you. But I'm tired. I don't want to fight." 

"It wasn't a fight until you made it one," you say. 

Fight or flight doubles and you rush forward and away from him before you can get anymore heated. He says your name but you ignore him, falling in to step with Robin and Sarah. 

She frowns at you apologetically. "Sorry, can I…" 

"Yeah," you say quickly. "Of course you can." 

Robin smiles and drops back to walk with Steve. They don't speak, and you don't look back, but you're glad she's with him even if you're mad at him; you've argued, but you certainly don't want him on his own at the back of the camp's procession. 

Sarah smiles at you. She has big green eyes and pretty red hair, straight as a sheet and shiny as silk despite the circumstances. It's greasy at the top, so at least she's not perfect. 

"Hey," she says sympathetically, "are you okay?" 

Her asking has a heat brewing behind your eyes, but you find it to be annoyance rather than upset. 

You have to force the words out, "I'm fine." 

She nods, rolling the cord of her tent around her hand. It drags on the floor. It's the mode of transport the majority of your campmates have chosen for their tents and bags, a hundred pack of bungee cords wrapped around tarps and sacks to take some of the strain off of everyone's shoulders. It looks strange, all those camping bags dragging over dirt and grass. 

"Love is very difficult," she says. "I don't envy the fighting. But you and Steve don't fight much. I envy that, how happy you are." 

You breathe out slowly. She's nice, and Robin likes her, and you'd rather not take your anger out on her. 

"It's not difficult," you say eventually. You roll your neck and whine as it clicks. "It's easy. Just hard lately 'cos things are different." 

"I guess it's exhausting having to care about someone else. I can hardly find the energy to care about myself." Sarah laughs gently. "Not that people aren't worth loving, but the energy to look after someone, it must be tiring. What I'm trying to say is, I can see why it would be harder lately 'cos we're not at Oaks anymore, you feel like you're always on high alert trying to stop something bad happening." 

You hear what she's saying, but you focus in on the wrong part. It's hard, so hard, having to look after someone. And that's all Steve does. 

You look over your shoulder. Steve and Robin are walking side by side, Robin's hand curled around his elbow, her cheek dipped momentarily to his arm. "It'll blow over," you think she says. 

Steve nudges her. She nudges back. 

"Maybe it would be easier if he didn't have to look after me," you say. 

You say it because you want reassurance. Sarah races to give it to you, your shoulders relaxing in tandem as she says, "No way! He wouldn't want that, and you don't either. Try not to worry, Y/N. You just need a breather." 

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You are being so, so quiet. Steve knows you struggle talking to him when you're mad. You're not cruel enough for the silent treatment but there's nothing wrong with needing space. He hates how crabby he got with you, but he also genuinely still thinks that he was right. 

Who knows. Steve sighs and scratches his stubbly chin. He has a zit coming, he can feel it, and it's driving him crazy. 

You'd offer to squeeze it if you weren't fighting. He knows that's a stupid fucking thing to miss, and want, but he likes you taking care of him. He loves that you don't care about the gross stuff, you'll do whatever if it makes him more comfortable. So he sits by the struggling campfire wishing you'd squeeze his stupid zit and say more than, "Hungry?" as you pass him a can of pasta. 

You eat in silence. Steve suffers it until he can't anymore.

"Do you want the rest?" he asks, offering you his half-eaten can of low-carb linguini. "It's boring," he warns. 

"Swap?" you ask, offering your bowl. You have a mixture of sliced water chestnuts, artichoke hearts, and half of a frankenfurter. 

You'd obviously taken the worse option. You could've given him the hodge podge, but you gave him the pasta. He feels bad for complaining and trades dinner with you.

"Do you…" 

Steve waits for you to finish. When you don't, he swallows around a chalky water chestnut and asks, "What?" 

"Never mind. Forget it." 

Steve raises his eyebrows but looks back at his meal. He was hoping you'd say sorry, because he's still feeling too proud but he wants to make up. He thinks maybe he doesn't deserve to make up if he can't bring himself to apologise —you were right that he should listen, even if he's tired. He should have more patience, just patience has never been his strong suit, and he's fucking exhausted and he knows you are too. He's sick of worrying if he did the right thing, and he's still mad at you, but he's starting to wonder if it matters anyways. It was a stupid fight that got too big. If you hadn't walked away, you might've been able to smooth it over. If he wasn't too stubborn to take the five big steps to your side, he could've done the same.

"I'm still annoyed," he says finally, "but I'm sorry for being a dick. Can we… gloss it over for now?" 

You usually give in pretty easily. You aren't eager to hold a grudge, a sucker for one of his tight hugs, but you seem pretty reluctant as you nod. He's not as forgiven as he'd like to be. It's fair. His apology wasn't the best. 

"Sorry," you mutter. 

"Am I a dick if I ask to talk about it when we've both had some sleep?" 

You shake your head, shooting him a nice, albeit small, smile. "I think that's a good idea." 

Robin appears as you're pitching your tent. 

"Okay, don't make this a big deal, but I'm sharing with Sarah tonight." 

You smile. Steve frowns. 

"Uh?" he asks. 

"We were talking about how you guys had your, uh, disagreement, and I mentioned that you're cranky because you never get to hook up because I'm always there, and she invited me. So that's what I'm doing. Maybe you guys will feel better after some time alone." 

"You think we're cranky because we aren't hooking up?" Steve asks, genuinely baffled. 

"Not really, but Sarah laughed. I," —Robin tucks her hair behind her ear, looking bashful in her huge hoodie— "really do think you could benefit from, like, privacy. Just have some time together. Don't argue again." 

"Thanks, Rob," you say. 

Robin presses her lips together in a funny smile and shoots you a double finger guns. "I'm a philanthropist." 

"Maybe you'll be less cranky when we see you in the morning," Steve says. 

"Please, Steven." 

Robin says goodnight. You and Steve pitch the tent slowly. He thinks you might be scared of being alone with him while things are still awkward, reluctant to meet his eyes, and you haven't smiled since the little one you offered at the fire. 

He sits at the entrance of the tent beside you and sighs. "I'm sorry." 

"You already said sorry." 

"I know. But I figured it couldn't hurt." 

You pull tufts of grass up in your hands, slouched forward into your own lap. He puts his hand on your back and rubs at your poor posture. Sometimes he worries that months ago, when you fell through damp flooring in a dilapidated building hundreds of miles away from here, you'd permanently fucked your discs. Your recovery was rough, and he barely noticed how much grief your back was giving you because he'd been so scared of the lump on the back of your head. He wonders if it still hurts. 

He gives it an extra soft rub to be safe. 

"Do you think things would be really different if we never met?" you ask. 

"Things would be awful–" He starts immediately. You cut him off. 

"Would they?" you ask, propping your face in your hand, elbow digging into your knee.

"What the fuck is your problem?" he asks. He's trying to be one hundred percent joking, but it's a solid 80/20, the 20 a startling hurt. "Would things be awful if we never met? Let me think about that one. Yes. Things would be awful." 

You smile weirdly.

He takes his hand back. "What, you think things would be better if we never met?" 

"For you." 

Steve gets this feeling like he's had hot water chucked over him, and his eyes start to hurt. They ache. He could cry for you, he really could. How can you even think that, for a moment, for long enough to ask him, and begin asking him an hour ago? You sat there for an hour thinking about it and this is still the conclusion you came to: you think things would be better for him without you. 

Steve takes your face into his hands. He needs you to be looking at him, straight at him and into his eyes as he tells you. 

"I would not be here without you." 

"But if you were–" 

"But I wouldn't be. And not because you saved me from geeks at the start," he says, frowning, furious, "or any time after that. I could be the best survivalist in the world and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." 

"Robin–" 

"Is my best friend. I'd die for her." His hands slide further back on your face. "But I wouldn't be here without you." 

"I make things so hard for you," you say. Steve watches helplessly as your eyes fill with tears.

"You don't, and if you do, I make things hard for you too." 

"I'm sorry for being miserable," you say, staring at his chin. 

He ducks his head to force you to meet his eyes. "It's okay, it's okay," —he wipes under your eyes with his thumb to catch a tear that hasn't fallen yet— "it's okay. It doesn't matter. You don't have to be happy, you don't have to be nice to me every second of every day, you just have to know what you mean to me and get a handle on it."

"No, 'cos I know I make it hard, I know I've been hardwork right from the start and I don't get easier. I'm always getting hurt–" 

"It breaks my fucking heart, but if you think that matters to me–" 

"–I'm not strong, I complain and I– I make bad choices, I cry all the time–" 

"Why do you think that?" 

"I'm messed up," you say, pulling his hands from your face. 

"There's nothing wrong with you." Steve squeezes your hands, shuffling closer to you on knees, desperate to set you straight. "Come on, Y/N. You need to be strong to get through this. You think you'd have gotten this far if you weren't strong?" 

"I got here because of you–" 

"I'm here because of you," he says firmly. Loud, angry, abrasive in the face of your heartsick tears. "Why can't you see that? Did I do something, to make you think you can't do this?" 

"You didn't do anything, Stevie," you sniffle, wiping your cheek with the back or your wrist, "and it's not the point." 

"What's the point?" he asks, much softer than before. 

You shrug. You wipe your cheeks again, stemming the rapid flow of tears spilling at the corners of your eyes. Your lashes are darkened triangles against your skin. "I don't know. I just wish you had someone looking after you who could actually look after you, rather than make you miserable all the time." 

"I'm not miserable." Steve takes in a big breath, hand tangling in the worn fabric of your shirt as he leans in too close. "Would you tell me why you're crying?" he asks quietly, tilting his head to one side. "Please. Just tell me what's wrong." 

"I don't want to fight anymore," you say, and you sob. 

"We're not fighting, baby," he says, hand slipping under your t-shirt. His palm roves the soft pouch of your stomach to your side, where he grasps at you, pulling you in toward him for a hug. His chin bumps into your shoulder, your wet cheek to his stubbly one. "This isn't a fight, this is me trying to make you feel better, honey. I don't want you to feel like this." 

"I'm worried you'd be better off without me," you mumble, lowering your head and pressing your eyes to his shoulder, the wet of your tears leaching into his shirt. "I'm doing it right now, I'm being fucking useless." 

"Why are you so afraid of being upset?" he asks, frowning.

"Because you never are," you say. You move into his touch, like you're trying to climb into his lap. Steve yanks you forward. 

"That's not true, you've seen me at my worst. You've seen me angry, and mean. Crying my eyes out." 

"You cry when things are bad. I cry all the time," you say, sounding very, very small. 

"Honey, I cry more than you think. I cried two nights ago. I cried when you were sick." He doesn't enjoy admitting it, because he wants to be strong for you, but he thinks his confession is a different kind of strength, and one you're in dire need of. "I'm sorry I don't always let you know. It's not fair. I expect you to tell me everything and I keep shit from you."

"Why did you cry two nights ago?" you ask, peeling away enough to look up into his face. 

He has to tell you, even if he doesn't want to. He should've told you when it happened. "I felt sick." 

"Yeah? Like nauseous? Do you feel sick now?" 

"Not really. I don't like seeing you cry, but I'm alright." Steve's hand slides down your side to the hem of your jeans, his thumb pushing into the waistband. "See?" he asks imploringly. "I felt like shit so I cried, and it doesn't mean you'd be better off without me. It just means I felt sick. You don't have to give meaning to everything, you really don't. I hate to say this, but you have to keep your head up. For me." 

You nod, sniffling and wiping your snotty nose with your sleeves. He bats your hand away and does it bare handed. There are much worse things in the world than this. In fact, he's happy to do it. 

"I'm sorry, for fighting with you and for crying all over you." You laugh, and Steve's heart soars.

"I love you, you idiot," he says. "I love you. Hold still a second." 

Steve climbs up on knees to press kisses from temple to temple, from temple to chin, and from chin to your lips. Your skin is hot and damp under his lips but he traverses unperturbed, trying to plaster each inch of your frankly gorgeous face in love. 

"I want you with me forever," he says, hoping you understand exactly the severity of what he means.

"I want you," you say. "As long as you'll have me. Forever and ever." You give a few quick nods, and the sadness drains from your expression, replaced with a relieved and ecstatic affection instead. "I really think I might be tired." 

"You think?" he asks. You laugh together, and he grabs your hand, giving it a sharp squeeze as he tacks on, "But I really need to listen to you, even if I'm irritable."

"We take stuff out on each other sometimes," you say. 

He squeezes your pinky finger. "We do. It's gonna happen. And I'm glad it's me and you, you know? I don't wanna fight, but I want it to be with you." 

"I want it to be with you, too," you say.

He can finally relax for the night. You make your way into your tent and lie on your backs, ankles hooked, a shitty paperback resting on your chest. The camp quietens as people head to their own tents for the night, though a gaggle of people stay awake at the fire, telling stories and laughing. Despite everything, there are moments when all of this feels fun. When Steve can pretend he's two years ago on a loser-group camping trip. And maybe he didn't know you then, but he would've seen you across the way and asked you out. Or he would've bumped into you at the communal showers and told you how to work the ice machine. Maybe you would've met at the lake. Maybe you would've hated one another. However you met in this distant what-if, Steve knows it would've somehow ended like this; your hand lifted to his hair and stroking wayward patterns, your breath sharp with spearmint. You'd brushed your teeth together over an empty can. Steve misses sharing a bathroom mirror with you hip to hip, but he'll take the small stuff whatever way it's packaged. 

"For the record? That was your stupidest question to date." Steve turns his head to you, tarp wrinkling under his ear. "Like, you're the queen of stupid questions, and that one still managed to surprise me. And you once asked me if I thought petroleum jelly had nutritional value." 

You flick his eyebrow gently. "I know it was stupid," you say, voice rough from a good cry. "I just couldn't stop thinking about it." 

He tugs you in for a forehead kiss, lavishing in the feeling of your skin under his lips. "You believe me, right?" 

He pulls away. 

"I believe you. I love you. I'm gonna keep my head up, Stevie, s'long as you start telling me when you need me." 

He thinks that's a deal he can make. "Deal. Easy." 

You grin at him. "Can I squeeze your pimple now?" 

"Yes!" He whips into a sitting position. "I've wanted to ask you all day." 

"It looks like an ingrown hair." 

"I'll have to stop shaving. Maybe I'll grow a beard." 

You don't bother sitting up, only beckon him toward you with a raised hand. "That won't be necessary, H. Just let me work my magic…" Your fingernail digs into his chin. "Ew, it's kinda gross."

"Please don't ridicule me."

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[forays-into-fiction]

Why Don’t You Put on a Show

This is a fic for anon who sent in this request, I hope it lives up to your expectations and it’s at least somewhat what you were after. I know next to nothing about Playboy so I’m pulling most of this out of my ass lol

Part 2: When It Rains, It Pours  

Minors DNI

Contains: Rockstar!Eddie x Reader, All smut right at the end, Protective!Eddie, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Babe, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Dry Humping, Strip Tease, Oral fixation, Slight Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Slight Degradation/Name-calling (Slut), Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Some Aftercare

You had been relaxing with Eddie in a moment of downtime, he was sat on the couch strumming away on his acoustic guitar working on something new for Corroded Coffin. You were curled up with a book, glancing at him every so often admiring his look of concentration, his little tongue poking out between his lips. The moment is interrupted by the phone ringing and you move to answer it.

“Ok, yeah. Thank you. Bye.” You hang up the receiver in the cradle a little shellshocked.

“Who was that, sweetheart?” Eddie pauses his strumming to ask, looking over to you.

“So… uh… I just got a call from someone at Playboy. They want me for a photoshoot.” You explain numbly.

“What?!” He exclaims incredulously.

You rush to assuage any of his concerns, “They’ve said it will be very tasteful, nothing to worry about. And we’ll be doing an interview too, you could… you could come with me for support.”

“No, I won’t let you.” He says firmly.

You cross you arms over your chest, tensing at his response, “Let me. Let me, hmm…it’s not up to you to let me or not. I am my own person and I am sick and tired of all the rumours people keep spreading about me… about us.”

“I’m just trying to protect you, y/n. You don’t know what it’s like doing these interviews. They pick apart every word you say, twist it around so it means something else entirely. I don’t want you to have to go through that, people aren’t entitled to you, or us… or… or…”

You soften at his tone, moving to sit beside him on the couch, rubbing his arm, “I know, babe, but maybe this’ll help satiate everyone’s curiosity, maybe it’ll die down after this.”

“I just don’t want you getting involved in something that could hurt you, there are people out there that can be so nasty. You know how people were to me before all of this, I don’t want anything like that falling back on you.”

You grasp his hands between your own looking into his eyes deeply, “People already say some shitty stuff about me babe, I know. I can ignore it, what’s some random person on the street matter? I’ll be ok, I want to do this.”

“You’re sure? There’s no talking you out of it?” He persists.

“Yep, I’m sure, I’m gonna do this interview. Really stake my claim on you, shout it out to the world ‘I love Eddie Munson’ and maybe that’ll finally shut everyone up.” 

The two of you stand before the sprawling mansion, “It’s very ‘Gothic-Tudor’.” You muse, staring up at the impressive detailing.

Eddie wraps an arm around you drawing you closer and pressing a kiss to your neck, “You wanna live in a place like this one day?”

“Oh, god no what would we do in a place this big?”

He smirks devilishly, “I think you know what we’d be doing in a place like this…” he wiggles his brows at you suggestively before continuing, “…sex, I mean sex.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Obviously you mean sex Eds. When are you ever not horny? Jesus.”

“Jesus ain’t got nothing to do with it babe, I may have the hair but that’s about it.”

You give his shoulder a shove, “Oh, ha ha real funny guy you are. Come on let’s head in.”

He grabs your wrist as you turn towards the door, tone shifting more seriously, “You sure you’re ready for this? No going back once everything is out there.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” You assure him.

“Alright then, let’s go.” He gives a sweeping gesture, indicating for you to proceed and follows along behind you.

The man who greets you at the door introduces himself as Lawrence, he’ll be the one conducting the interview. As you step into the great hall, you can see straight through to the terrace on the other side and the backyard beyond, to your left there’s an ornate double staircase, chandelier dangling from the ceiling before it. You are led through an archway to a living room, you take in the art on the wood-panelled walls before taking a seat with Eddie on the three-seater couch.

 “Ok, so the way we’re going to do this is, Mario is going to take y/n for her photoshoot.” Lawrence gestures to the man who has just entered the room.

“Now y/n is definitely the focus of this issue, but we were hoping we could get a few questions in with Eddie over here, while we have him.” He turns gesturing to your boyfriend.

“Once the photos are all done, y/n can join us for her interview. How does that sound?” He glances between the pair of you waiting for a response.

 You’re a little nervous, shifting uncomfortably, you thought you’d be able to have Eddie there while the photos were being done. He gives your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze before answering for the pair of you, “It’s not exactly what we expected, but yeah that’s fine, right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’ll be ok.” You say more to him than the interviewer.

“Great! That’s perfect.” Lawrence claps his hands together and Mario motions for you to follow him, you drop Eddie’s hand a little reluctantly and rise from the couch.

You’re led to a bedroom that’s been decked out for the photoshoot, lighting, those white reflectors, a backdrop screen, camera positioned on a tripod, the works. A team of people stands waiting with a rack of risqué outfits, another waiting to do your makeup, you’re feeling a little overwhelmed but they guide you through explaining, “You have a very mysterious image and we want to bring that out with these photos. How do you feel about…”

 The whole process passes by in a whirlwind, you feel like you’re barely absorbing anything they say, just reacting. Before you know it you’re slipping back into your own clothing and heading back to the living room.

 When you are reunited with Eddie, he moves to stand beside you pressing a kiss to your cheek, “How was it babe?”

“Uh… it was good, I think. It all went by so quick, I’m not sure I even had time to take it all in.”

He rubs your shoulder, “That’s ok, you ready for the interview now?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

He leads you back to the couch, Lawrence grins at you and you give him a small smile back, before beginning hesitantly, “I… um, I’m not really sure how this is supposed to go. I’ve never done one of these before.”

“Just answer the questions, be yourselves and have fun… I’ll take it from there.” He replies, that doesn’t sound too bad you think to yourself.

“Ok, y/n how do you think you’re handling your new found fame along with your boyfriend’s rocket to stardom?”

 “It has been kind of a wild ride. I don’t really know why anyone is interested in me. I mean he’s the rockstar… I’m just like his little groupie, like I don’t really have anything to do with the band.”

 Eddie interrupts to add, “Oh, sweetheart you are so much more than that, I don’t know what I’d do without you… without all your support and love throughout all of this.”

 He turns to Lawrence, “You know, back when we were only performing at that little dive bar just outside of Hawkins. To no one mind you, but a handful of sloppy drunks with nothing better to do. She was out there putting together posters and making shirts and singing our praises to anyone that’d listen. She was our number one fan from day one. Well, that was after I finally convinced her to come see us play.” He chuckles.

 You feel yourself beginning to flush with embarrassment, “Oh shush, that makes me sound so bad… so desperate.”

 “No, it doesn’t, I think it’s cute.” Eddie says, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Yes, very cute…” Lawrence mumbles offhandedly scribbling away in a notebook. “Do you have a favourite Corroded Coffin song, y/n?”

 “Oh, that’s a hard one…” you giggle, “I love all their songs really, but a favourite… hmmm, I’d have to say it was the one Eddie dedicated to me on their first album.”

 He scribbles a little more before looking up, “So, everyone is dying to know, how did you two meet? How did all of this start?”

 “We, uh… we actually met in high school. Started dating our senior year,” you look to Eddie for support and he nods, squeezing your hand in his breifly, “Eddie had to repeat his final year a couple of times and I became his tutor and friend at first. I know a lot of people thought he was dumb because of that but that is so not true, he is soooo smart, just has a little trouble concentrating sometimes.”

They let you continue rambling, “And he is so talented, I mean clearly… but I remember one time we were sitting in his bedroom, he was sat on his bed strumming on his guitar along to a song he put on the radio. He’d said it was some new song by Metallica he was trying to learn. His hair was gathered up all low, messy in a hair tie, a pencil tucked behind his ear. Every now and then he’d pause the cassette, to make some notes in the book beside him, his tongue poking out between his teeth. I just couldn’t look away, I remember thinking ‘how could someone be this pretty’.” You sigh and look up at him.

 Eddie gapes at you, “Babe, that was way before we even started dating, I had no idea.” He chuckles then continues in a teasing, singsong voice, “You had a crush on meeee, that’s embarrassing for you.”

You slap him playfully, “Oh, shut up we are literally dating it’s not like you didn’t have a crush on me… and you’re the one that admitted it first so ha.”

You poke your tongue out at him and he does the same.

 “Awww, you were high school sweethearts that’s so precious.” The interviewer responds in a patronising tone. “Do you think you guys will last? How do you handle all these women throwing themselves at your man?”

 You feel a heat rising in your cheeks, tensing at the question. You ball your hands into fists trying to control the emotions that threaten to overwhelm you, he’s definitely hit a sore spot for you, one of your biggest insecurities. Eddie places his hand over yours rubbing gently before springing to your defence. 

“That was a very rude question, how dare you imply I would cheat or leave the love of my life for some stupid hookup. I love my fans, don’t get me wrong, but that is never happening.”

The interviewer presses on, “Yes, of course, but we want to know how she feels. It must be hard even-”

Eddie cuts him off firmly, “No. If you continue with this question we are leaving.”

Lawrence throws his hands up in defeat, “Ok. Ok, I’ll stop. So, how do you think your relationship affects the band?”

 The next question does little to brighten Eddie’s sour mood, but he answers, “Well, I for one think it’s great. She gives us all so much support, she inspires me and I think that is great for the band. They all love her too, she’s like family to them.”

 Lawrence turns to you, “And how do you feel about it, y/n?”

 “I don’t know I’ve never really thought about it, I just… I guess I just want whatever’s best for them, whatever that entails. I am so proud of all of them and all their hard work, it’s really paying off for them.” You answer honestly, if a little shakily.

  “So, you’re not worried about having a Yoko situation?” He presses.

 “What? No, why would I be worried about that? I would never do anything to interfere with the band.” You answer slightly taken aback.

 “What’s he mean, babe?” Eddie whispers in your ear, a little confused.

 “He’s talking about Yoko Ono and John Lennon, people say that she’s the reason The Beatles broke up.”

 “Ok, man what the fuck?” Eddie jumps to his feet, “Are you really that desperate for some scandal, some little juicy tidbit that isn’t even true? Why can’t this just be about us, who we really are? You know either way the issue is gonna sell. No one cares about the shit that you write anyway.”

 “Then why are you here?” Lawrence counters.

 “Because she thought… you know what never-mind we’re leaving.” He grabs your wrist pulling you from the couch and stomping away.

 “You know what they say, any publicity is good publicity…” Lawrence shouts after your retreating forms. Eddie pays him no attention dragging you out of the mansion.

You’re speechless for a moment but when you get back out to the front door as it slams shut you tug on his arm bringing him to a halt.

“Eds, what if… what if they don’t run the issue? What if all of that was just for nothing?”

“That ass will probably find a way to work our little storm out into it, spin it like we’re the bad guys. Or maybe he’ll just make up some other lies it doesn’t matter to them really as long as they get their cut.” He scoffs.

“Come on let’s get back to our room.” He huffs out.

You spend the rest of the trip back to your hotel in silence, Eddie quietly fuming, you sitting there numbly.

He opens the door to your room ushering you in and closing the door behind him, turning to face you and sighing, “How’re you doing?”

The floodgates burst and tears stream down your cheeks, he pulls you into his arms and you blubber into his chest, “He was so mean… I di-didn’t think it would be like that… so confrontational…so demeaning…”

He rubs soothing circles into your back, pressing kisses into the top of your head, “I know. I know, it’s ok. Don’t pay any attention to what that idiot said. I love you. I’ll never leave you. You are the best thing in my life.”

“Y-you promise?” You ask shakily, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Oh, sweetheart of course I do. And you know me man of honour, man of my word.” He jokes.

You giggle, breaking out into a watery smile, “How do you do it Eds? Why do you do it?”

“The interviews, the publicity? It’s hard, but I love the music more and that feeling of stepping out onto a stage and performing… it’s exhilarating. It’s also good to have people looking at me like I’m not just some loser freak-”

“Hey, what have I said about calling yourself that?” You admonish him.

He waves a hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah. But the rest that’s the price I gotta pay and I hate that I gotta drag you into that. Tried so hard to keep you away from that part of my life.” He sighs heavily.

You lean back into his chest and he rests his head on top of yours, you mumble into him “I wouldn’t trade it for the world, you know? I love you, Eddie. I have always loved you. I hope you know I’m here for you when this stuff does get bad.”

“I know, it’s good to hear it though.” He sighs.

“Guess what came in the mail today…” He waves an envelope in your face as you step through the door.

“Uhh… I don’t know were we expecting anything?” You hum searching your memory for some clue.

He pulls out a glossy magazine and you see your own image staring back at you, along with the words ‘Inside the lives of rockstar Eddie Munson and his Mystery Girl’. You cringe, “Oh god! That’s out now? How bad is it?”

“Nah, not yet. We got an advanced copy, didn’t bother reading that stupid article, who gives a shit what that asshole has to say about us…” He lets out a low groan, “…but babe I looked through it and God damn is it sexy. Those photos of you, so hot I almost couldn’t wait ‘til you got home.”

“What do you mean, I wasn’t even doing anything in those photos… you definitely have more racy photos of me than that.”

“Yeah, but you’re in Playboy that’s really fucking hot, my girlfriend’s a model.” He grins at you broadly.

You giggle, smiling back bashfully, “Shut up!”

He pounces on you, kissing you fervently, groping at your ass.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” He grinds his hard length up into your clothed core and you whine nodding your head against him.

He leads you to your bedroom, you don’t need to see him to know he’s grinning from ear to ear.

He sits on the bed grabbing your hips and pulling you to stand between his spread thighs. You lean into him and tilt his head back, pulling him into another kiss, your hands fisting into his curls. His tongue slides over yours insistently as he reaches around you, kneading the swell of your ass between both hands, you feel the hard press of the rings around his fingers. The two of you break apart gasping for breath, he’s pulling you to sit, straddling his lap. You move to steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders, but he grabs your wrists holding them crossed behind your back. He uses the leverage he has over you to pull you against him, conveniently dragging your mound over his persistent erection. Repeating this action over and over as your head falls against his, your eyes flutter closed as you moan breathily.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” He teases.

You hum with a nod, “Mmhm… so good.”

He chuckles at your response, “It’ll be even better once we get rid of these clothes.”

With the grip on your arms, he pulls you further down his legs til you’re just resting on his knees. You whine and open your eyes to look into his, his dark pupils encapsulating majority of his irises.

“How ‘bout you put on a show for me? Just like in that magazine.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. If I got the real thing in front of me, why would I bother with anything else?”

“O-ok…” he lets you pull away from his grip, sliding off his lap, “…wait here a minute.”

You disappear into your closet, re-emerging shortly with something clasped in your hands.

Eddie leans back on the bed, resting on his elbows as he watches you curiously, “What’s that you got there, princess?”

“You’ll see.” You reply evasively, making your way over to your vanity. You slip a cassette into the radio on the vanity, pushing some buttons…

 ♫Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey hey♫

 You turn back around to face him and he laughs bodily, “Oh babe, you had that queued up perfectly, if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve said you planned this.”

You give him a sly smirk, “Maybe I did plan this… well not exactly like this, but you know… I had it on standby.”

“Oh, so my dirty little girl wants to strip for me… interesting, well go on the song’s not gonna last forever.” He smirks back devilishly.

You sway your hips to the music, running your hands over your body, slowly moving towards him. You strip off your clothing piece by piece, teasingly, seductively. You move to straddle him once again, now only clothed in a matching black lacy bra and panties set adorned with little pink bows, one nestled between your cleavage the other at the middle of the waistband.

“So, you weren’t planning anything today huh? What’s this then?” He hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties.

You pout back at him, “Just wanted to feel cute today, that’s all.”

His fingers move to toy with the bow positioned above your crotch, “Well, you are. Look at you all wrapped up, bows and all, just like a little present. And it’s all for me.”

 You whine, dropping your forehead to rest against his nodding against him, mumbling, “Mhmm, all yours, baby.”

  He pulls you into another heated kiss as you grind down against him, the music continues in the background, another song having started up. You tug on his shirt whining into his lips, he pulls away hooking a hand in the collar of his shirt slipping it over his head smoothly. You latch onto his neck kissing and sucking your way down his chest leaving red marks in your wake. When you get to his pants, you’re unbuckling his belt without hesitation as he looks down at you pupils blown wide and with a lopsided smirk. Just as you’re rolling down his boxers to follow along with his pants, he’s pulling you back up, “No time for that now.”

You pout at him, “Awww, but why?”

“’Cause if I don’t get my dick in that wet, little cunt of yours I might just explode. You can suck my dick some other time.”

“You promise?”

He huffs rolling his eyes “God yes, just get over here.”  

He drags you onto the bed, flipping you over so that he’s hovering over you. He presses soft kisses into the swell of your breasts, his hands snaking around you to undo the clasp. He tosses the bra over his shoulder pausing to suckle at your nipple and nipping on it gently to your strung-out moans. “What… what happened… to… to ‘no time for that’.” You pant out as your hands twist into his curls.

“I’m getting there.” He mumbles grinning against your skin before continuing to trail teasing kisses towards the elastic of your panties. He grips the fabric between his teeth dragging it down your legs, before popping up proudly grinning with your panties still clamped between his teeth.

You snatch them away from him tossing them across the room, “Alright, that’s enough come on and fuck me already.”

“Ohoho, someone’s got bite. Settle, or you won’t get anything.” He reprimands you.

“Yes, sir.” You mumble back faintly, eyes downcast.

He presses you back into the mattress, drawing back down between your thighs with his head, “Just want a little taste, ok.”

He runs his tongue between your folds, collecting the slick that has gathered there, “Oh baby, you’re always sooo wet for me… so sweet too.”

He plunges his fingers into your heated core, you can hear his rings clink together at your entrance as he pumps them in and out slowly, they come away sticky with your juices.

“Wanna taste?” He presses his fingers to your lips, not waiting for an answer, “Come on suck on them, you wanted something to suck on, didn’t you?”

Your mouth falls open of its own accord, tongue darting out to lap at his fingers and he replicates his earlier actions, dragging his fingers in and out of your mouth. You whine around the digits, your tongue swirling around them as you imagine sucking on his cock.

“That’s it sweetheart… alright enough now.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you pout back at him.

“Don’t look at me like that… ok, maybe I’ll let you suck on them some more later.”

You grin at him with those words, humming in response, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes, but you know deep down he enjoys it just as much as you do.

Gripping his shaft at the base he drags the head along your folds briefly nudging at the bundle of nerves that sets you shivering in anticipation. You don’t have to wait too long before he’s plunging his length into your wet heat, your walls stretching easily to accommodate his size. He grinds into you firmly with a groan as his head falls forward, eyes fluttering closed and drawing your lips into his own in a burning kiss. You whine into his lips as the motion of his hips stimulates your clit even further, “Move, please.”

He pulls his hips back accommodating your request, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, “Like that?”

“God, yes… please… just like that.”

He chuckles darkly, repeating the motion a few more times before his hips slow into a steady roll.

“You know every guy in the world is gonna be jerking it to you when that magazine comes out.” He teases and your walls flutter around him, “Oh, you like that do you… thought you were my little slut-”

“Yes Eddie, I’m yours… only yours.” You gasp.

“Then why does the thought of other guys get you going so much hmmm?” He presses his thumb into your clit in lazy circles.

“Dunno…” you whine.

“That’s ok, I like it too… knowing that I have something everyone wants and it’s just mine… all for me… they can all dream, but this little pussy belongs to me.” He punctuates each sentence with another thrust. You’re tightening around him, lust coiling in your belly like a spring just waiting to release.

“You’re close, baby… I can feel it, the way you’re squeezing around me. You wanna cum?”

“Yes, please sir… need it…” He’s right, you are close, so close, you can feel little shocks of electricity emanating throughout your limbs. Right on the precipice, just need that little push.

He groans, “Love the way you beg for it, do it again.”

“Pleasepleaseplease sir… Please let me cum.” Your whines jumble together, tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

“That’s it cum for me, baby.” He growls.

That’s all it takes for you to come apart on his cock, screaming his name and he’s following along right after you spilling his seed into you as your cunt grips him like a vice. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily, you relish in the feeling of his weight pressing into you, pinning you to the mattress.

“God, I love you Eds.” You breathe out.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He mumbles in your ear.

You feel him shifting, about to roll over, but you wrap your arms around him keeping him in place.

He looks down at you curiously, “Can we just stay like this for a minute?” You sigh.

He brushes a hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your temple gently, “Of course we can princess.”

You stay there until his cock is softening and slipping out of you, your combined releases dripping out between you onto the bed. He hums into your hair, “Come on, lets get cleaned up now.”

He’s pulling you off the bed gathering you up in his arms and carrying you into the ensuite.

He lets your feet fall to the ground and you lean against him as he begins running a bath, adjusting the temperature to suit and adding some bubble bath liquid. As you wait for it to fill, he rubs along your back soothingly, “Well, that was something wasn’t it, babe?”

“That was amazing Eds, always is with you.” You hum back.

The bath is mostly full and he helps you in, sliding in behind you, still leaving the tap running to fill even further. He scrubs a loofa over your body pausing as you lean forward to shut off the water. Then proceeds to wash your hair, massaging your scalp comfortingly. Once he’s finished his routine you return the favour, giving him the same treatment.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #request #anon #anon request #dom!eddie x sub!reader #protective!eddie

[shina913]

Nothing | KSJ

Pairing: KSJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: 🔞M; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; fluff; smut

Warnings: dilf!Seokjin; cussing; fingering; quickie unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; creampie; soft-fluffy aftercare in the end.

Word count: 956 words

Summary: You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids…or can you?

A/N: Believe it or not, this started off soft LMAO but...Idk what happened 🤡 Anyway, it's a random "missing Jin hours" night for me. And yayy I finally got to use this photo of Jin 😅 This is also unbeta’d so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors 😬

It was a holiday weekend and your kids were finally out of school. You and Seokjin booked a little staycation to kick off your summer.

You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids. It was a thought you both knew all too well. Still, you had to commend him for making an effort.

He went all out and booked a junior suite with an actual door that separates the bedroom from the sitting room. Your hotel room also came with a large couch that had a queen-sized sofa bed where the kids could sleep. He hoped that with the resort's family-friendly amenities, the kids would be thoroughly entertained and effectively drained of all their energy so they could sleep early, leaving some much-needed alone time for the both of you.

However, just as the kids were exhausted, you and Seokjin were too tired as well.

The following morning, you check your phone and see that it's just after 6 AM—Seokjin is still fast asleep. You slowly make your way to the door, quietly open it, and discover that both children are also sound asleep. Suddenly, you get an idea.

You smile to yourself, gently close the door, and lock it to ensure that you have some uninterrupted time. Then, you crawl back into bed and nudge Seokjin awake.

He opens his sleepy eyes to find you staring at him, your smile with a hint of mischief.

"Good morning," he mumbles mid-yawn and rubs his eyes.

"Hi. Want to have sex before the kids wake up?" you ask without hesitation.

It takes him a few beats to realize what you’re asking him. "Are you serious?" He frowns.

Your face falls; it wasn't the reaction you expected. "Oh--"

"What do you think?" he asks sarcastically. "When have I ever told you, 'No, I have a headache or my back hurts. It's too hot out or too cold. The kids wore me out today; My mom is sick; Diane is going through a divorce; My foot hurts, my hair hurts,'" he grumbles comically.

Sure, some of it is true, but you can't help but laugh at his ability to find humor in it.

"Baby, I don't need to be seduced. You’re my wife! All you've got to say is 'wanna fuck?'" he says at the end of his tirade.

You look at him pointedly and ask, "Okay, so...wanna fuck?"

He stares at you blankly for a second then rolls his eyes. "Yes, of course!" he says enthusiastically.

You suppress a giggle but fail as you watch him frantically push his boxers down and kicks them off. "Oh-oh…right now, huh?" You burst into laughter at his eagerness and take it as a cue to undress.

He begins to slide under the covers, parting your legs slightly so he could eat you out, but grab his shoulder to stop him.

“We don’t have time for that,” you caution him. “Besides, I’m already wet.”

He smirks playfully, sliding his fingers between your folds to double check. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pumps his fingers in and out of your entrance, taking a few moments to tease your clit.

“Jiiin…come onnn, please. Before Yuna starts banging on the door.” You could feel it in your bones. Every time you started fooling around at home, thinking your kids were sound asleep in their rooms, they would prove you wrong. Suddenly, you'd hear a little voice on the other side of the door, asking why it was locked. You could swear they had spider-senses or something.

“I just wanted a little taste,” he says before withdrawing his fingers to bring it up to his mouth to lick them clean.

Watching him drag his tongue to lap up your arousal turns you on to the point of no return. “Jin!” You whine, reminding him that you had a very small window of opportunity.

“Okay, okay,” he says gently before shifting his body to slot himself between your legs. “Ready for me?”

You nod and he braces himself. He sees you inhale sharply, and slides his length into your slick heat at the same time. As you exhale, the contact brings a different kind of high that electrifies you to the core.

You rock your hips to meet each thrust from him. Looking into your eyes, he tells you how beautiful you look and the way you're coming apart underneath him makes his cock harder. You pull his neck to bring his mouth down to yours, muffling your moans. He's hitting you exactly where you need him to.

Not a minute later, your back arches off the mattress as he swallows your orgasmic groans. He pounds into you, desperate to chase his own high. He buries his face into your shoulder as he empties himself into you.

You take a few seconds to nuzzle into each other, appreciating these rare but quiet moments where you can reconnect. It's a reminder that even though you have two children that take front and center nearly every waking day, your relationship will always take precedence.

"I don't hear them yet. Want to go get cleaned up first? I can go after you," he offers.

"Yeah," you answer, then give him a quick peck on the lips. You wince a little when he pulls out. You swiftly roll out of bed and dash into the bathroom for a shower.

After cleaning up, he pulls his boxers on and quietly unlocks the door, and leaves it ajar as if nothing happened. Just as he turns around to make the bed, your two children come barreling into the bedroom.

You laugh in the midst of rinsing off as you overhear them on the other side of the bathroom door, demanding breakfast.

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[ofswanlake]

do you think i’ve forgotten about you?

characters park nari (oc), jeon jungkook

words 651

warnings none, set in present time around the first week of January 2024.

“Is it fun?”

Nari can see his smile when he says, “Yeah. Not as bad as I thought it’d be.” Similarly, she can see his smile fall when he thinks out loud, “I miss you, though. And I hate that it’s like this.”

She shakes her head, leaning back in her bed as Bam jumps up on the bed, laying his head in her lap. She smoothes a hand down his head softly, a contrast from her mood and words, “I wish I could say I can’t believe they’d go this low. I honestly should’ve expected it.”

“I wish I was there with you,” Jungkook’s voice is lower, like it’s just for them. “I don’t like that you’re dealing with this alone.”

“I’m not all alone,” she pouts slightly, “I have the girls with me. I was staying at Lisa’s for a bit and then we went to Paris, you already know this I don’t know why I’m telling you again.” His soft laugh makes her smile. “But really, I’m being taken care of. It’s honestly getting better between me and Rosie, so it’s more bearable.”

Her reassurances lighten the weight on his shoulders a little bit, but then he remembers, voice taking a solemn tone, “But isn’t Minwoo still sending letters to YG? I don’t know how they haven’t found him yet when he’s literally having mailing letters.” He sighs heavily, “I just wish I could …” He pauses, not allowing himself to speak it out loud when there are people nearby on his end. “They should let me have three minutes with him alone,” he jokes to make her laugh.

Nari finds herself grinning, small chuckles leaving her mouth as she rubs Bam’s ear in between two of her fingers. “Yeah, but I don’t think he’s found here yet, so,” she sighs. “Did you call your mom?”

“I did, but she kept yelling at me to call you instead so I just hung up,” his smile is evident in his voice. “Tell her I love her.”

“OK,” she giggles, getting more comfortable in her bed as a yawn leaves her mouth. “I miss you. Want you here next to me and Bam. He misses you, too.”

“I miss and love you guys,” Jungkook sighs loudly and dramatically, “More than I think I can take, actually. I think my heart genuinely started hurting when I was thinking of you.”

“I don’t know how other people do this,” she groans suddenly, “I am not God’s strongest soldier. I should have my boyfriend with me at all times!”

The slight tantrum makes Jungkook throw his head back, chest warming as he laughs. “Twenty four seven?”

“Yes.”

“Even when you get sick and tired of me?” Jungkook chuckles.

“I could never,” Nari’s smiling so hard she thinks her smile will split her face. She feels like kicking her feet in the air, but Bam’s sleeping.

“You would say otherwise four years ago,” Jungkook scoffed and she shakes her head.

“That was different,” she hums, getting under the blankets and turning off her bedside table light. A lone nightlight and the city’s lights lit up her bedroom. Her eyes felt heavy suddenly, “I … I can handle this. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl, and I can handle famous world superstar Jungkook’s fans.”

Jungkook knows firsthand how people could be, but he decides to placate her and agree, immediately able to tell she was about to fall asleep. “I know,” he says softly. “Are you eating well?”

With the lack of response, he smiles solemnly, wishing he was right by her, holding her to sleep. “Goodnight, baby, I love you,” he says to no one in particular before hanging up the phone. He stares down at his shoes before running a hand over his shaved head.

The world was cruel, and all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms.

#⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ nari ⠀ / ⠀ * ⠀ dev. #5th member of blackpink #blackpink 5th member #blackpink addition #blackpink female addition #blackpink oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop idol #idol oc #kpop addition #ficnetfairy #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts imagines #bts addition #bts 8th member #bts #bts jungkook

[persephone11110]

It’s Hurts Me So Much

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: low self esteem issues, negative self-talk, arguments,angst, fluff, hurt/comfort,finding,protective/fluffy bradley bradshaw, reader and bradley verbally hurt eachother, Bradley isn’t innocent, dw angel and bradley are till death do us part, mention of past abuse, mention of drink driving , Bradley’s a dick for a bit, happy endings tho

Summary: It was your fault, you knew one day Bradley would get tired of your insecurities. And that one day is now— at this point you couldn’t blame him. He’s been doing this for five years— you guessed today was his breaking point.

reader nickname is Angel

-this is set after the uranium mission preferably after Hold Me Baby

- apart of FALLEN ANGEL Series

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One thing for certain the fight ended the minute you flinched from Bradley’s touch.

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It was textbook knowledge to know that every marriage isn’t perfect and any couple who said otherwise was just spewing bullshit. You knew that—your pretty sure Bradley knew that too but it didn’t stop your brain from forming insecure thoughts about your relationship.

Are you too clingy?

Were your insecurities too much for him to handle?

Was he tired of you?, “I won’t be surprised Y/n, Bradley can only love his broken angel for so long before he gives into urge and leaves you”.

The insecure part of your brain told you relentlessly.“How can he love someone so broken and useless like you?”.

“I don’t know”. He said again. “I don’t know Y/n”.

“I’m sorry Bradley, I just wanted to spend time with love of my life for a change!”. tears welled in your eyes. “You’ve been spending more time with the daggers than you have with me”.

“I’m tired Y/n!” he yelled back at you.“I’m so fucking tired of this Y/n”.

His fist clenched at his sides.“Please, please dont hit me” you quietly thought.

Your standing infront of him with tears in your eyes.

You couldn’t help but cry, why is he being so mean to you?

“I come home from training all day, taking orders all day long— and I have to come home to you.. to a woman who can’t think without a few insecurities taking over her daily life”. He barked at you.

How could he throw that in my face?

You shrink back. “Well I’m so sorry you married me—”. You were doing a piss job at keeping the tears from falling down your face— your pretty sure your ending this argument with mascara streaks.

“So am I Y/n” he interrupted. “It’s so sick and tiring listening to you talk about your insecurities every day”.

“Ok, Lieutenant Bradshaw you win this time, I keep forgetting you care more about your job than me”. Your voice cracking.“I guess our vows mean nothing to y-you right?”.

“Y/n!” Bradley moved towards you.

And out of reflex you step back with your hands infront of your face.

“Please don’t hit me Bradley” those words were meant to be kept inside your head— not outside your mouth, left lingering in the air.

Suddenly his anger is gone, fading away into the abyss the moment he realized he caused you distress.

“Angel I—”.

My actions triggered her flight or fight response.

“I’m sorry” you murmured.

“Y/n please talk to me, i’m so sorry”, Bradley sits down on the bed behind him- trying make himself less threatening.

“It’s okay Bradley— It’s fine, I’m fine” you attempt to sound confident in your answer even throwing on a fake smile to prove it.

He knew you to well. “What happened Angel?” Bradley holds his hand out— you take it with tears in your eyes.

Your still standing, he’s still on the bed.

He’s showing you he’s not a threat.

“No it isn’t Angel”. He starts and Bradley has to stop a river of tears from making his face wet. “If my parents were still alive they’d whoop my ass from here to bum fuck nowhere”.

His jaw clenches“I made a promise to you and I broke it”.

You breathe—taking a deep breathe.“I’m really fine Bradley”. You insisted— you really don’t walk down memory lane.

“Talk to me Y/n, I’m not going to bed until we resolve this—talk about this”.

Like I said he knows me to well. If we go bed like this I’ll spend the entire night awake thinking about how all of this is my fault.

Mister Know it all.

He’s not letting this go.

You step away from him— turning around facing the doorway. “I can’t look at him and say it”.

You don’t attempt to stop the tears this time.

“My ex used to hit me alot, whenever we got into arguments they would also end with me in the shower washing my blood off of me… I didn’t leave him until he got in trouble for drunk driving”.

You told him, confessing about about a part of your life that kept in the back of your head. You gave up on not crying.

“Y/n thats never happening again” Bradley swore to you, “C’mere”. he whispers to you.

“I know you wouldn’t”. Your still facing the doorway, unable to bring yourself to him.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you Angel” he grabs your hands, gently pulling you to him. “Me being tired of work is no excuse for the way I acted”.

“I forgive you Bradley” you look up at him with a small smile on your face. “But you have to clean up Orbit’s dog shit for a week”.

“Oh really?” he pouting at you with a sly smile present on his face.

“Really Mr. Bradshaw”. you pinch his sides softly. “Pretty sure Orbit took a shit right next to your car”. you giggle at Bradley’s horrifed facial expression.

“Of course he did” Bradley huffed. “I love you Mrs. Bradshaw”. He reaches down and gives you a firm kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too Mr. Bradshaw, but you still have clean up dog shit”. you smiled— holding his hand in yours.

“Damn it, well I tried”.

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader

[life-at-hogwarts]

Darkness within (House of Gaunt)

Pairing: Ominis x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, hurt/comfort

Word count: 3.3 k

“I’m sorry I’m making it so difficult. I wish I was easier to love.”

“Nothing about you is hard to love. In fact, loving you feels as easy as breathing. You don’t need to be ashamed of your scars. I know what I signed up for, and I haven’t changed my mind.”

Summary: Bromance. Violence. Trauma.

A/n: More emotional torture because that's just how I roll.

Chapter 5 of House of Gaunt

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 AO3

If you hadn’t felt the lack of sleep when you came back from your date night, you certainly felt it now. You had struggled to pay attention in your classes all morning. Partly because you were so sleep-deprived your brain could barely process what was going on, but also because just sitting next to Ominis made your stomach flutter. All you could think about was kissing him and your mind kept wandering back to the night before. Your distractedness cost you 5 housepoints in potions class when you accidentally added too much leech juice, causing the liquid to burn through the cauldron and flooding the potions stations of all those around you.

By lunch you were so exhausted you seriously considered skipping the rest of the day and calling in sick. You listlessly pushed your food around on your plate and fought the urge to rest your head on Ominis shoulder. The blonde had been quiet all morning, struggling to stay awake and was now resting his head in his palm, lost in thought, his meal still untouched.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked and pushed your plate away, officially giving up on trying to choke down lunch.

“Sebastian wasn’t in his bed when I came back. He must have spent the entire night in the Undercroft studying the journal,” Ominis sighed. “I’m worried about him.”

Since both of you had skipped breakfast, you had only seen your freckled friend briefly in class today and you hadn’t had the time yet to catch up.

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

“He doesn’t listen!” Ominis groaned exasperated and tiredly rubbed his face. This entire thing with the journal really ate at him but you didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire between him and Sebastian. “His obsession with finding a cure is going to be…” Ominis stopped in the middle of the sentence and muttered under his breath,“Speak of the devil...”

You didn’t have to look up to know that Sebastian must be on his way towards the Slytherin table. No one could sneak up on Ominis, especially not Sebastian, whose footsteps and heartbeat he knew as well as his own. The freckled brunette slumped on the seat next to you, looking about as bad as you felt. Judging by the dark circles under his eyes he must have gotten about as much sleep as the both of you.

 “Sebastian! You look awful. How long did you stay up?”

“You’re one to talk. I know the two of you snuck out last night too. How was your date by the way?” he shot back, a taunting smile on his face. You laughed and gave him a cheeky wink.

“Don’t try to change the subject. We are worried about you,” Ominis chimed in, his voice sounding strained and tired.

“Look I don’t feel like being interrogated. Leave it alone. Seriously,” Sebastian groaned, unable to hide his annoyance. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, and prayed they would leave you out of it. Trying to diffuse the tension you dramatically collapsed on the table, burying your face in your crossed arms. “Merlin what I would do for a quick nap right now. Do you think Professor Binns would even notice if we missed class?”

“Nice try darling, but I am not risking detention for a nap,” Ominis sighed and let his fingers run through your hair. Surprised by this public display of affection Sebastian raised an eyebrow but remained silent. It must be odd for him to see his best friends dating, you thought to yourself. I hope he doesn’t feel left out.  “Says the one who falls asleep in class,” you replied teasingly and laughed when Ominis pretended to pout. Sebastian joined in and just like that the tension between the two was gone and they were back to being best friends.

“Watch out Ominis. Mc will lead you down a dangerous path. Sneaking around the castle at night, skipping class, soon you will join us on our little excursions in the Highlands.”

“You wish. I don’t even want to know what you two are up to when I’m not around.”

“Don’t worry I will take care of your sweetheart,” Sebastian grinned, earning an annoyed eyeroll from the both of you. Then he added, “I’m happy for you. Truly. You two deserve to be happy. Just keep the snogging at a minimum when I’m around, please.”

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You clutched your scarf, buried your nose in the soft fabric to protect it from the sharp wind so typical for the Highlands and hurried your steps. The path to Hogsmeade was usually filled with Hogwarts students, but to your luck the weather seemed to have scared off most of them. The sky was dark and hung with even darker clouds, and the wind tugged on your clothes mercilessly, no doubt the presage of a storm. You rushed past the shops on main street and made your way up to the town square where Sebastian already waited for you at the foot of the giant willow tree.

“Hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” you greeted him, still out of breath.

“Tell me again why we didn’t just meet at the three broomsticks?” your friend grumbled as he tried to keep his thick brown locks away from his face.

“It was your idea to meet here,” you protested but your friend gave you a playful nudge to signal that he was just messing around.

“Tell you what the first round of Butterbeer is on you and we are even,” he laughed.

Only minutes later the both of you warmed your hands on the warm mugs and inhaled the sweet scent of the liquid. The three broomsticks was relatively empty but you welcomed it. The things you and Sebastian usually discussed required a certain degree of privacy.

“So, tell me about your date,” Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He seemed to be in a good mood today.

“Didn’t Ominis already give you a play-by-play?”

The brunettes face darkened. “Not exactly.” Seems like I’ve hit a nerve. Of course, you had noticed that something between them had changed ever since the scriptorium. Usually, you tried to stay out of it, but today you felt like you had to ask. “What’s going on between the two of you?”

“The usual. We’re still having…a disagreement over the spellbook. I’m sure your beau must have told you all about it,” he scoffed, and his entire demeanor changed. Gone was the lighthearted mischief maker that you knew and loved. You had seen and felt his dark side several times, this irritable, angry and bitter version of him and knew arguing with him would be pointless but you had to try.

“He’s worried about you because he loves you, you know?”

“If he loved me, he would help me find a cure for Anne,” Sebastian spat, his voice cold as ice.

“Don’t be like that.”

“Of course, you take his side.”

“Now that we are courting you mean. That doesn't change anything for me. Our friendship is a separate thing, I’m just trying to understand what’s going on between the two of you,” you protested and fought the urge to roll your eyes. It was unfair of Sebastian to accuse you of taking sides, when you had always been there for him to help him execute whatever crazy plan he had come up with.

“Don’t. This is between Ominis and I. Now let’s talk about something else. You still haven’t told me how your date went,” he tried to diffuse the situation and gave you a tired smile. “But first, I’m going to get us something a little stronger.” You couldn’t help but smile too when you watched your friend work his charm and quick wit to convince Sirona to slip him two glasses of Firewhiskey.

On your way back to the castle you felt the alcohol taking effect, keeping you warm from the icy wind. Next to you, Sebastian swayed dangerously – he had had even more shots than you. We are going to be so hungover tomorrow. The way back to the castle felt endlessly long. This was made even worse by Sebastian who tried to lay down on the floor or run away from you every two minutes. You felt like a babysitter chasing after him and getting him to follow you. When you finally reached the castle, you decided to escort him to the dorms. Ominis welcomed you with raised eyebrows when he noticed the state his friend was in and together you dragged him into their room. After you had taken care of your friend, Ominis accompanied you back to the exit of the common room. “I take it you two had fun tonight. I’m going to have fun holding back his hair all night, judging by the condition he’s in.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not. I’m just tired,” he quickly reassured you and placed a quick kiss on your lips before he backed away and made a face. “That bad?” you giggled.

“Let’s just hope you don’t run into any professors.”

Still, he didn’t back away when you pulled him closer for another kiss. You buried your fingers in his hair and pressed your cold body against his warmth. He replied by deepening the kiss, his tongue starting to explore yours, as he tightened his grip on you. You enjoyed the way he shivered and gasped under your touch when you ran your hands down his spine. Then suddenly, the warmth was gone. Ominis had forced himself to pull away and left you longing for more. You looked at him, puzzled, and watched him catch his breath. Why did you stop? “We shouldn’t. Not here. Not like this,” he finally managed to get out and gestured at the room. You didn’t care. Ominis cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You know how much I want you. But this is not the time or place.” Pretending to pout you turned away from him, but you were too drunk to keep up your pretense and started giggling. 

“Go to bed, darling. Sleep it off. I have to go look after Sebastian,” Ominis murmured softly and stroked your cheek. “Are you going to make it back to your dorms safely?” The concern in his voice made your heart soar. It felt good, being loved this way. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him and reached for his hand. He pulled you into a hug instead and you buried your face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Goodnight, darling”, he whispered and placed another kiss on the top of your head.

As soon as you stepped through the doorway into the corridor someone grabbed your arm. “Ominis…,” you giggled and turned around. You froze when you were met by Marvolos piercing stare and instinctively took a step back.

“You know if you want to be with a Gaunt so badly, I would be the better option. I don’t get why you waste your time with my crippled brother. It’s not like he is going to inherit anything,” he sneered, his voice dripping with hatred and disgust.

Without hesitation you took a swing and punched him. Hard. A disgusting cracking sound echoed through the empty corridor, followed by a long silence. Finally, Marvolo looked up, a nasty smile on his lips, blood dripping from his broken nose. You suddenly became aware of how helpless you would be if he decided to fight you right now. Still half-sedated from the alcohol you were an easy target. You clutched your wand and waited for Marvolo to retaliate. Nothing happened. The only sound was the steady dripping of blood onto the stone floor. It made him look even more dangerous. Even though he was younger than you your instincts told you not to underestimate him. According to Ominis he took great pleasure in practicing the Unforgivables on other people. After a few more moments that felt like an eternity he simply turned around and vanished through the entrance of the common room. Your hands were shaking when you made your way back to your dorms. Whatever this was with Marvolo, you could feel that it was only the beginning.

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When you woke up in the morning your head was throbbing. You could only guess how Sebastian must be feeling.  Thinking about the events of last night you groaned, knowing that Ominis would not be amused when he found out what you had done to his brother, and you were not in the mood for conflict. Maybe I’ll just stay in my room all day. As much as you loved that plan you knew you had to go to the Room of Requirement to take care of all your rescued creatures. Highwing always got grumpy when he didn’t get his dinner on time, and you really didn’t want to deal with a grumpy Hippogriff.

You spent the entire morning feeding, grooming, and playing with your creatures, really taking your time. After that you tended to your plants and quickly brewed a few more healing potions for good measure. You even managed to get Deek to bring you a couple of sandwiches from the kitchens, so you didn’t have to go to the great hall for lunch. Just when you thought about taking Highwing out for a ride you heard someone enter the Room of Requirement. Ominis.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

You tried reading his face to figure out how to approach this, but he remained expressionless.  While you were thinking about what to say he continued, “You don’t need to hide from me. I heard what you did to Marvolo last night. What was that about?”

“I can handle your brother.”

Ominis furrowed his brows and moved closer. “What happened?” he asked softly. He didn’t seem angry at all, he seemed concerned. You let out a shaky breath and gently placed a hand on his forearm, “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“What did he say to you?” Ominis asked again, his milky gaze holding yours.

“He insulted you and I lost my temper. That’s what happened.”

For a long time, no one said anything. You would have done anything to know what was going on inside of Ominis’ head as you waited for his response. Was he angry at you? You thought about Marvolos disgusting grin and clenched your fists again. I’m not going to apologize for this, you thought grimly. Finally, Ominis spoke up.

“I think it’s best that we end this right now before you get hurt.”

It felt like someone had hit you in the face and you quicklypulled back your hand that was still resting on his arm. This reaction didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t even you who got hurt but Marvolo. If anything, this proved that you could look after yourself.

“Where is this coming from? I had a little disagreement with your brother and you want to break up?”

“They will come after you. It was stupid of me to think they would ever let me be happy,” he said, his voice shaking.

“Ominis, I’m not going anywhere,” you tried to reassure him, but he was starting to panic. His hands were shaking violently, and he kept cradling his head repeating the same thing over and over again. “They’re going to hurt you. And it will be my fault.”

Seeing him like this, you felt helpless. “I need you to calm down. Focus on my voice and breathe. Nothing is going to happen to me, alright? Your family won’t hurt me. It’s alright. Everything is alright,” you once again tried to talk him down, but it was no use. He seemed to be trapped inside of his own mind and you couldn’t get him out.

 “My thoughts are so loud. I can’t make them stop. It’s so loud. I need to make it stop,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. Now you were starting to panic as well. You had never seen him like this before and it scared you. What scared you even more was that you didn’t know how to help him.

“Stay here. I’ll go get Sebastian,” you said and hurried out of the room. You didn’t even bother searching for him in the Slytherin dorms and headed straight for the Undercroft. Sure enough, you found your friend, his nose buried in the old tome you had found in the Scriptorium.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked when he saw your flushed face.

“Something is wrong with Ominis. I don’t know how to calm him down. He insists that his family is going to do something to me. He says he can’t make his thoughts stop,” you blurted out, stumbling over your words.

Sebastian nodded and closed his book. “I see. He gets like that sometimes. Bring me to him. I know what to do.”

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The sun was about to set when you made your way to the Slytherin dorms. A few minutes ago you had received an owl from Sebastian, that Ominis was better and wanted to talk to you. As you hurried down the corridors of Hogwarts you smiled to yourself. It was heartwarming the way these two took care of each other, despite being in a fight. The connection between them was more than friendship, it was brotherhood.

Ominis waited for you in front of the entrance to the common room. Before you could say anything he offered you his hand. “Care to accompany me for a walk?”  Even though you wanted nothing more than ask how he was and what had happened, you silently interlocked your fingers with his, giving him space. For a while you walked in silence, leaving the dungeons behind and passing the empty great hall. When Ominis lead you through the courtyard towards a little iron gate you finally understood where you were headed. The boathouse. Of course. On your way down the endless-seeming staircase Ominis finally started to speak.

“Sorry you had to see me like this.”

“There is no need to apologize. Do you want to tell me what happened?” you asked tentatively. The blonde took a shaky breath before answering and you squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Sometimes I get these thoughts. They are not real, but they feel so real that I lose myself in them. It’s like they are screaming at me. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“What are they saying?”

“Usually my worst fears. Things I don’t want to happen,” he whispered and lowered his gaze, collapsing into himself. You had seen him like this before – at Gaunt Manor when his father had raised his voice at the dinner table. Seeing what his family had done to him made your blood boil, but you put your anger aside and asked softly, “That sounds awful. How can I help you when something like that happens?”

“I don’t know.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“I’m sorry I’m making it so difficult. I wish I was easier to love.”

“Nothing about you is hard to love. In fact, loving you feels as easy as breathing. You don’t need to be ashamed of your scars. I know what I signed up for, and I haven’t changed my mind.”

Ominis still didn’t look at you, his empty gaze fixated on the dark water of the lake.  “You haven’t seen me at my worst yet. Believe it or not I’m actually keeping it together pretty well at the moment. That can change. And when it does, things get ugly. You don’t want to be around when that happens.”

You could feel him trying to pull away but you didn’t let him. “Stop. I’m perfectly able of making my own decisions. Try to push me away as much as you like, but I’m not going anywhere.”

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis x reader #sebastian x ominis #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy fanart #ominis gaunt headcanon #marvolo gaunt #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy ominis #slytherin #whumptober 2023

[starzblvd]

Somethin’ Stupid | pt.2

Ellie wasn’t one to do sports but she sure as hell was when you started cheering for a certain blonde soccer captain

AN; To preface, next part will be the last one! This was supposed to come out earlier really sorry for the delay, I got really sick recently and I had no energy, I don’t really have an idea how soccer teams work so bear with me if it’s slightly off</3 + thank you to all 200 followers!! Sending love to everyone of you 💕 I noticed my series don’t do as well so I’ll definitely try harder for plots, autumn hc’s coming soon because I love fall and I’m tired of summer🍂 jealous!ellie and Abby trying to stir shit

This early in the morning Ellie didn’t take your sleep into consideration, not when she was knocking on your door dozens of times. After a minute of you groaning into your pillow refusing to get up she picked up the amount of strength she put into each knock at the door, that coupled with the let me in’s Ellie yelled into the gap of the doorframe.

She’d usually give a notice before coming over, initially you thought you’d slept through the notifications from any calls or messages of giving a prior notice, but there were none from Ellie. Had she even seen the messages you left two days ago? Ellie went off the grid for those two days, you were hesitant on continually calling to check if she was okay. Each time you contacted her in any form the voicemail she forgot to setup would play over again.

Finally allowing Ellie to come in, she beelined straight to the unmade bed right on top of the disheveled blanket.

“You weren’t replying yesterday so I decided to check on you, to make sure you weren’t hurt or anything.”

“I’m so sorry El’s I was just,” Some part of you felt guilty for hanging out with Abby, despite Ellie knowing, what Ellie didn’t know was how much you truly enjoyed hanging out with Abby.

“just what?” Ellie was deliberately interrogating, making it known with that authoritative tone you’ve only heard her use a bit speckled overtime, almost like she knew just exactly how you were smiling and laughing along with Abby’s stories. Ellie was just waiting on your retelling of what Dina let her in on, the girl you meet in a cafe yesterday, and the girl that even walked you back to your room.

“Was just meeting up with Abby, it was whatever.”

Had it been truly whatever you wouldn’t have set another day to see her again, playing for the team Abby was so boastful about. She gleamed when you agreed to attending her game and taking the offer to see her win in the front row. No matter where’d you could’ve taken a seat Abby would notice you regardless.

“must’ve not been whatever if she took all your attention all night in that stupid cafe.” Ellie’s eyebrows met closer and closer, the lack of insight of the evening you shared with Abby was making her disgruntled. More so when you refrained from giving any form of details.

“how’d you know we were there?” The situation was not descuaslating, the air was choking out any possible leeway to ease the tension.

“Just…Just thought you’d be there.”

Ellie looks around the room, growing conscious to how heavy this conversation was growing into. She didn’t mean to come to you solely to shame the lack of attention you spared Ellie into spilling the entire evening to her, she wanted to see you. In a way to make sure that the single outing didn’t take any more of your special attention that only Ellie seemed to hold.

“I really am sorry-“

“It’s fine you know, going out with Abby. It doesn’t bother me, if that’s what you think.” Her eyebrows settled back into their natural position, truly it did bother her and knowing that felt sweet. Maybe too sweet, the feeling was clawing your insides with plenty of guilt even further so.

“I’ll make sure to keep my phone off silent next time.” The familiar smile shining onto Ellie took some weight off her back, her head fell towards the floor laughing at the situation and herself for the reactions she was strongly conveying to you in your pjs, the sleep in your eyes begging to let your eyelids shut again.

Catching the new pace of the conversation she was ready to surprise you with the news she was preparing the previous two days to be able to say aloud.

“You know that game next week? I’m that games goalie now.”

Ellie went into a small proud gloat, the story as to how she made her way into the team was that the previous goalie conveniently failed a drug test recently, an urgency for a fill in, and a small white lie of previous experience.

“When’s the last time you actually tried in sports? You’ve got to be lying.”

“it wasn’t that hard to get in, have some faith in me.”

Her gloat transferred right into her smirk, she knew exactly what this eluded too. How could you cheer for a girl you met just recently over the girl you’ve harbored a friendship for more than a year with? Ellie was cutting right into any of Abby’s plan of having your eyes only follow her on the field.

“Maybe if you cheer hard enough for me I’ll let you keep my jersey.” A toothy smile sprung right onto her face.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

“This isn’t right, how the fuck did she get a position?” Abby was pacing rounds into the carpet of her dorm. She was more than furious about the new temporary fill in to the teams setup.

“Look, she is credited to be not half bad compared to the rest of the contenders, and you can’t have an empty spot when a game is so close.”

“I’ll personally find someone else, literally anyone else than Williams.”

A migraine was pounding straight into her skull, Abby was up and ready to kick Ellie to the curb from her team if she physically could. Angry at not being involved with the discussion of choosing a new member for a team she captained for.

Abby knew exactly why Ellie made her way into a team and sport she never prior had interest in. The only interest she could’ve really had was you, she had not doubt that was the reason. This was evidently pilling more wood to the flame that was feeding Abby’s temper.

It was Abby’s turn to set her mind on a plan to keep you away from the competition, to the extent of making all her intents and further actions to getting back at whatever Ellie was pulling off. Abby was sure to make it hell for Ellie as the teams new goalie.

“You know what, don’t bother.”

In her mind she was already conjuring just the plan she needed. Hanging up she immediately ran to find your contact, sending out rings from your phone when she did. Seeing you again would set her at ease enough to get through her sudden stress being flung at her.

“Hey it’s Abby, you know I just noticed I had some free time and since you have no plans today I thought we could meet up again.”

Meeting with you was a small tactic to consume more of your time and thoughts, or enough to keep you distracted enough so you’d choose her and not Ellie’s company.

Your voice isn’t what Abby’s invite would receive, on the other line it was replaced with an annoyed reply from Ellie, “She’s busy.”

Abby swore the prolonged beep of the hang up was going to make her ears pop then go insane.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

“who was that?”

Since Ellie’s stay was lasting longer than initially expected you were working something up for her to eat. Especially knowing Ellie practically made her journey to you immediately after waking up.

Ellie’s hunger was clouded by the immense amount of cockiness she was emitting, couldn’t help the smirk that was tattooing itself on her face.

“Just some telemarketer, don’t worry about it.” Didn’t take much work to remove any slight evidence that indicated Abby tried contacting you. To Ellie this included the complete eraser-sure of Abby’s contact information in general, had she sent any more messages she would’ve gone all out to block her number.

”ugh they’re so annoying I swear, it’s embarrassing when my phone rings when I’m somewhere quiet.”

“yeah they’re really annoying.” Ellie watched the grip of your hand holding the pan still for you to properly scramble her eggs. Moments just like this made it so it would feel like this was a moment taken from a regular day of a couple that’s shared years of days just like this one.

The gaze of her eyes could’ve scorched you red if you’d see the exact way it’d linger on you. A gaze that always remained reserved just for you. Unknowing to the face that Ellie never focused on other people as intently as she currently did, fixated on you prepping her breakfast.

Ellie walked over to find a spot right beside you, having her shoulder press against to yours. You couldn’t differentiate if you were warming up from the portable cookers flames or the blooming pink that appeared on your face following Ellie’s slight touch.

You could’ve happily stayed stuck as is in this spot with Ellie, but the toast had already jumped up and the eggs were done. Unwilling you left the cozy standing point to finish Ellie’s meal, it wouldn’t matter as she followed you around like a lost puppy, here and everywhere else you’d go together for that matter.

With an urgency to continue spending more time with Ellie it occurred to invite her along to a mundane much needed shopping trip.

“Hey do you want to tag along with me to the store I need to pickup some stuff,”

“yeah, I’m down.” Right as you finished placing Ellie’s warm plate down she laid her head onto your back. You could feel the small breathes escaping her nose in slow intervals, turning over you to face her you could closely inspect the smallest details of Ellie’s face.

The deepness of the scar left on her eyebrow, every wrinkle on her lips, every single sprinkled on freckle she had, the gentle way Ellie’s eyelashes beautifully accompanied her eyes and the messy hair you’ll always love. For a singular moment you were compelled to come into closer proximity and cut the distance to her face to plant a small kiss on the lips you’ve yearned for, and maybe in that moment it it would’ve all been natural.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

Walking with Ellie on campus compared to the walk back with Abby contrasted heavily. With Ellie, laugh after laugh escaped from the both of you, talking about anything with her was entertaining enough for you.

Walking over to a grocery store wasn’t a big issue because of how close they were to the campus. Because of the shortcut Ellie suggested on taking you’d have to pass by the regular location soccer practice took place. It was the weekend so Abby and her team wouldn’t be there, they weren’t supposed to be. So when Abby was practicing with only a few other players it caught you off guard. Radiating under the sun with the built up of sweat glazing her arms and face.

“Your shoes untied.” Ellie hitched you out of the shocked state after seeing the people a few yards away from you in your peripheral vision.

“Oh yeah,”

with Ellie right next to you didn’t help soothe the nagging paranoia that was eating away at you. After Abby laid on the question if Ellie was your girlfriend it felt counteractive to be parading around Ellie so fondly publicly the next day. In the few seconds you were hurdled over your shoe quickly looping the laces together, praying Abby would fail to notice you and Ellie. Attempting to ignore the feeling of a stare digging into your skin, but you wouldn’t have to worry as the stare wasn’t fully directed towards you.

A loud kick shot out from their direction then another loud thud was sent next to to you, plunging straight into Ellie’s face. By how strong of a kick it was the impact left a painful sting and it was burying down into her skin, Ellie grunting flashing whoever sent the ball her way a sharp scowl. It just had to be Abby.

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[artzychic27]

Akuma Class getting kidnapped, inspired by this video

Marinette: You think you’re scaring me? I face Akumas on a weekly basis, so you ain’t got shit on me! Oh, you’re pulling out a knife now? See my face? You bitches don’t scare me.

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Adrien: Wait, I gotta pee! Can we stop for a moment? These are nice seats and I don’t wanna mess them up. Also, can we get McDonalds? I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Can I get a Happy Meal?! Wait… Never mind, I don’t have to pee.

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Alya: These ropes are too tight! I can’t text on my phone because you guys tied these ropes too tight and they’re cutting off my blood flow! If my hands shrivel up and fall on the floor, it’s on your because you won’t let me text freely.

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Nino: Yo, this music sucks, you got bad taste. At least let me wear my headphones. Why do you want me seeing and listening to my surroundings? What kind of kidnappers are you? Did you even think this through?

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Chloé: After this, I’ll be the kidnapper, because I’m rating this one star. The car is so last year, there’s a stain on the seat, and this music is dreadful. Oh, now you’re pulling out your knife? Did you at least clean it? Ugh, I’ll probably get tetanus or something.

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Sabrina: This car is kind of dirty; how often do you wash it? And those windows are so smudged, so how do you see anything out of them? That’s really dangerous, you know. Also, I noticed one of your tires is a little flat, so you might wanna get that checked out. Can we stop by an auto shop?

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Nathaniel: I’ve only been here for like three minutes, and you kidnappers smell like sweaty feet standing on a moldy-ass bath mat, and I’m gonna throw up all over the seats and floor, and it’s gonna look like that scene from The Exorcist unless you roll down the window and let me throw up outside.

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Alix: *Kicking the kidnapper’s seat* Untighten the ropes. Do it now! Do it now! I can keep doing this because my tiny body is filled with white hot energy! Untighten my ropes! Now! Now! Now! I had coffee earlier! Now!

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Kim: *Breaks free of his ropes* LATER, BEYOTCH! *Opens the door and rolls out* JUMPING NOW!

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Max: Look, kidnap and stab me if you must, but you must now this kidnapping is one of the worst ever. Also, that euro you took out of my pocket is mine, and I would like it back, please and thank you.

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Rose: Hey! You said this was a candy truck! Where’s the candy? I’m suspicious! I’m calling the police! Gimme your phone!

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Juleka: Can you guys adjust your mirrors a bit? I can see your faces, and I don’t feel like getting car sick.

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Myléne: I refuse to get in that van, not only because it’s guzzling gas, but for the fact that there is a hideous stain on that shaggy floor, and I like these pants, thank you.

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Ivan: I am very mad at you guys, right now. As you were shoving me in your car, you hit my head up against the roof of the car, and it still hurts, and if I get a concussion and pass out, that is all on you.

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[imkillerbae]

Enemies to Lovers Part 2 (Valorant Yoru x GN!Reader

Click here for Part 1

CW: Yoru is a jerk. He is mean.

While cleaning him up, you frequently met his eyes, and he’s unashamedly staring at you. You furrow your brows.

“Don’t fall in love with me now.”

“Tch. Never.”

You offered to wrap him up in bandages.

“What, are you in love with me or something?” “In love with the idea of staging your death by wrapping them too tight around your neck.”

Despite his mouth spewing out pointless resistance, he obediently lifted his arms for you to wrap them up. Some of the injuries are bound to scar, unless Sage can remove them. You doubt that very much.

Once done, you threw his shirt on his face then left wordlessly.

He painfully wore the shirt on without tearing his stitches.

These were one of your tolerable moments with him. But unfortunately that streak was immediately broken.

You were both suspended for 2 weeks. For the first few days, you both kept to yourselves. Yoru’s injuries left him visiting the infirmary often, and he’d always pass by you reading a book in the common room.

“There are chairs in your room, no? Why don’t you read there instead? I’m sick of seeing your face whenever I walk by here.” He once complained while he was heading back to his room.

“The feeling is mutual.” You simply reply, flipping through the book. “FYI, this is called the common room for a reason. Maybe use common sense?”

His brows furrowed and he looked back at you. Peeking from the pages, you glare at him.

He did not like that one bit.

“The same common sense you use to put your feet up on the coffee table? This is the common room, not a pig sty.”

“Some common sense you have wrapping yourself up like a lose shawarma with leaking innards. Didn’t think I’d notice bloody bandages, no? I hope they get infected.”

The fact that you were mimicking his way of speaking pissed him off greatly.

“Look here you piece of shit. I wouldn’t be this fucked up if it weren’t for your genius performance a few days ago. You think you’re so smart, but all you are is a good for nothing agent who can’t aim to save a life. Ever asked yourself how Raze got that bloodied?” He walked closer, standing behind the sofa as he gripped the cushions. “It was because you were too scared to peek. Too scared to shoot. Why are you even here.”

You were hurt by what he said. You admit that you weren’t perfect, but you tried your best. He didn’t need to shove your incompetence down your throat.

“Do us all a favor and go back home. You’re a nuisance.” He finishes finally. He was a duelist, and the scope of making sure enemies are down extend beyond gunning them down with bullets. He made sure you’d shut up after that.

But he messed with you. He’s not gonna leave unscathed.

You sprung up from your seat and marched towards him faster than he can react.

You slap him across the face.

The sound echoed in the empty halls. His cheek stung. It was a very emotionally charged slap.

“Ever since I got here, you’ve been nothing but cruel towards me. Tell me, what did I ever do to be treated like sub-human by you?” You started, clenching your fists as you spoke.

“I wanted to get along with you, tried to ride with whatever insult you’d throw. Damn it I tried, but this is too much!” You sobbed, and he winced at the sharp sound.

“I know you’re better than me, I know I’ll never be on your level but damn it! If you really were as good as you’d say, you could’ve at least tried to show me how to keep up, like Sova, Phoenix and Neon. But no! You immediately decide that I’m good for nothing, everyday making me feel less and less motivated.

“Did you ever stop to think how that would affect my performance? How selfish can you be?!”

He just stood there, his cheek red from the slap. He always wondered how you kept your cool anytime he’d purposely berate you. Now he knows that you’re the type to bottle up.

“I am tired, I am tired of being your doormat. From now on, I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t give a rat’s ass whatever you do. But I will make sure you know you can’t treat me like trash.” You say finally, tears still staining your face. A declaration of war.

His eyes were wide at you as you finished, and he was holding his breath. He exhales after you march your way  back to your room, his eyes following you.

You exploded. He was taken aback by that. He really did not expect that. He should’ve though.

Sighing, he walks back to his room quietly, inspecting his cheek. It was still red with a prominent hand mark. He also noticed that Spongebob bandaid you put on him on the sink. He hadn’t thrown it out yet. He forgot to.

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[somemydayy]

Love Language

Summary: In which you become very concerned after you hear of Megumi’s encounter with a high grade curse artifact. You then decide to tell and show him all the ways he effects you.

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“What? Megumi’s injured?!”

“Yes, he was sent on a mission to retrieve a special grade curse artifact.” Gojo explained.

"Where’s he right now?” At your question there was a moment of pending pause on the other side of the telephone.

“He’s still at the academy isn’t he?” You asked.

“Yes, after receiving treatment from Ieiri-san, he currently seems to be resting now though.”

A small sigh of relief escapes you, at the older man’s statement.

“That’s a relieve. He’s safe.”

A light hearted chuckle leaves the older male.

“You really worry about a lot about little old Megumi-kun, don’t you, (Y/n)?”

At his comment your left feeling like a fish struggling without of water.

“Wha-What? Of course he’s my- of course I’ll be worried..”

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I’m handling someone something, right now. I’ll talk to you, later.”

"Thanks for informing me, Gojo-sensei. I appreciate it.”

You were left feeling a tiny bit stressed after hearing about the news. But after talking with Gojo-sensei you felt a sense of relief. Megumi was alright now. You would need to thank the white-haired male and Ieiri-sensei, soon.

You have this sudden attack of anxiety, and felt overwhelmed and your knees felt wobbly and you almost ended up falling. You stubble to the ground while a tear falls from you eyes.

“The most important thing is that’s he’s safe.”

After ending that call with Gojo-sensei, you gather a few things for Megumi. You then went to get some groceries, just a few and other things he would probably need. Like a few articles of clothing, usually Megumi would leave some spared at your house when he would stay over. After a few minutes gathering everything he would need, you put it all in a gym bag. He left the bag the last time he stayed over. You gathered some clean sweatpants, hoodies and socks.

You soon arrived at the dorms, and knocked once before calling out to the said male. 

“Megumi I know your in there, open up.”

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.”

The black-haired male only gave a small greeting, of a wave of his hand.

Soon after a overwhelming silence overtook the room. As you silently fixed the clutter on top of his desk. You then placed the bag on the table. You could hear Megumi’s shuffle and move around, as you turned to face him you saw his dejected and tired features. His head was bandaged and he had some superficial cuts gashes atop his cheeks.

“(Y/n) you didn’t get hurt on your mission, right? Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

“Your unbelievable.” As the words left your mouth, the jet-black male’s features scrunched up in worry and his eyebrows raised slightly.

“What's wrong?”

“That’s my line.” A slight frown was cast across his features at the sound of your words.

“I should be the one asking you, what’s wrong.”

“I can't believe you never tell me anything! Am I so unreliable?! If Gojo-sensei hadn’t notified me, would it ever have occurred through that thick head of yours to tell me yourself?’

“That man, really is meddlesome.”

“Megumi!”

“Don’t worry I haven't died yet—" At the sound of those words escape him, you felt sick. In a brisk movement you captured his face between your hands.

“Waht ar uo dowing?”

“Don’t talk like that. Not ever do you hear me!”

"I was immensely disappointed in the fact, I heard you got hurt from someone else. Why didn't you tell me, Meg.”

As he looked at you, he noticed the overwhelming dampness of your cheeks and the overwhelming patches of red over your eyes.  

“Dang it, Megumi. Don’t you think of me not one bit or do you not trust me enough?”

“I didn't want to stress you over something like this. You had your upcoming grade promotion to worry about. Plus, I know you’ll just get mad at me, so I wanted to avoid that as much as I can.”

"You idiot, look at your own injuries before worrying about me! Your so concerned on not distracting me? Please, don’t be silly. And another thing I came to take care of you, so no complaints. Understand?”

“(Y/n)..”

“Your awful, how could that thought ever cross your mind? I really do love you, Megu.”

Megumi gave a reassuring smile as wiped away your stray tears running down your cheeks with the gentle press of the pads of his fingers.

“I love you, (Y/n). I’m sorry, I worried you.”

"How do you feel?”

“I feel fi—”

“Tell me honestly.”

As you peered in closer towards Megumi’s face you quickly took notice of the very noticeable bright crimson cast across his cheeks, you then gently placed a hand over his forehead. Then you slowly peered in closer.

"Your all red.” Megumi turned his head to the side, avoiding your lingering face.

“Doesn’t seem like you have a fever, though. So that’s good.”

“Yeah? Hahaha that’s good, right?”

“Yeah it is, but it isn’t good enough.” A suddle look of surprise was sweep across the jet-black haired male’s features.

"You'll just have to take responsibility for making me worry so much." You said as you took hold of his collar, and pulled him towards you. Close enough that you grazed your noses against each other.

Megumi could feel his breath quicken as he took notice of close proximity of your face. How your features became clearer, a slight hue of pink cast across your cheeks. And how the way your lips curved up into a slight smile. Or how your bottom lip, stuck out in a pout. You were so beautiful like this.

“I'm glad you came you visit me, I was dying without you.” A slight chuckled left your lips, as you took his checks in your hands and gently placed a gentle kiss against the top of his head, then his forehead, eyes, nose, lips. Megumi slowly leaned into you and you felt a gentle touch linger against your cheeks. He placed the palms of his hands against the sides of your head. He slowly inched forward and pulled you into him, causing you to tip inward, towards his firm chest.

His touch felt sweet, almost intoxicating Something overcome you and you peered closer. He stroked your sides, arms then downward ending at the tips of your fingers. Intertwining your fingers with his own, as you parted your lips for a second. Your felt your heart pounding so hard against your chest, you I thought it would explode any second. Megumi gently stroked a couple of stray locks away from your face, as he caressed your cheeks, and lips.

You ended up sitting on the side, while he gently grabbed your face in order to pull you deeper into the kiss. You suddenly felt the hot pulses pump through yours body. The kiss shared between the two of you become even more passionate, as he traced figures onto your soft delicate skin./ You slightly parted your lips, as you felt his against yours. The kiss was filled with tenderness. You took ahold of Megumi’s slick black jacket and fisted a clump of fabric up slowly. He responded by pushing back your hair and kissing a few lingering kisses against the side of your jaw and neck. As he gently pushed his own hair back. You let his lips reach the top of your collar bone, before you began to trace your own fingers through his jet-black locks. You both danced in sync with a few gentle exchanges of lingering glances before finally parting for air.

As the intimate moment progresses further, Megumi traced his hands over your cheeks, slowly. He was touching you in everyway possible. What you felt, wanted and needed, Megumi was more then willing, to oblige. You felt so much intensity for each other in that moment, you were in our own world. You pulled him closer, and then that’s when you heard it. A small whine escaped his tender lips, as a dark hue cast across his cheeks in a crimson glow.

“Owwww.”

“Oh no! I didn’t hurt you did I? I should have been more careful, so I’m sorry!”

“No, it’s fine.” Megumi slowly climbed his hands further against your face touching you. His touch felt warm, very pleasant over your skin. In a attempt to make you feel loved.

“Oh god, your so beautiful. I can’t handle this anymore, I’m falling for you even more.”

You stayed there in Megumi’s lovingly embrace, you would stay there forever if it was up to you. When suddenly there was awfully rather loud thumping against the door as to which your lover parted from your embrace. Megumi got up to his feet, as he let out a sigh of annoyance.

“I swear I’m kill whoever's at the door.” 

A soft chuckle escaped from your lips. At this Megumi’s head turned back towards you with a slight raise of his eyebrow. 

As Megumi swung the door open, it revealed two figures. The first on obviously blindfolded eccentric white haired man and a strawberry-blond. When suddenly you stood up from Megumi’s bed you saw the two tall figures standing in front of at the door. The white haired male only held a wide grin smirked across his face. As the other strayed his eyes in avoidance.

“I hope we aren't interrupting anything?”

“You look like you’re doing well now.”

“There are plenty other empty rooms, weren’t there?”

“But isn’t livelier better? I thought it’d be good for—”

“Classes and missions are enough.”

“This was a unwelcome favor.”

“Wow, it’s so organized.”

“I just said you’re unwelcome!”

“Well, it’s all good.”

“More importantly, we’re heading out tomorrow!”

“We’re gonna go pick up the last first-year.”

“Oh and before I forget please (Y/n), and Megumi please keep your extracurricular activities to a minimum, alright?”

You hid behind Megumi’s figure in embarrassment. And Megumi let out a rather loud sigh of annoyance.

“Didn’t I swear, I’ll kill whoever's at the door?”

At the moment you looked up at Megumi’s tall figure, and got up on your tippy toes and gently placed a kiss across his cheek. 

“I love you, Megu.”

Megumi’s face flushed a bright crimson, and he soon covered his face with the palm of his hands at your words. 

“I-I love you, too.”

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