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hairmetal666 · 9 months

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Steve has this bar he loves in Chicago. It's a little bit dive-y, a little bit dirty, but it's quiet. A good place for when he needs to clear his head.

Only, tonight, the place is packed. Music pounding from the jukebox, no space at the bar, patrons at the dartboard and pool table. In three years he's never seen it like this.

He has a second to wonder what's going on before he sees exactly who is going on, and for him to catch Steve looking.

"Stevie!" Eddie Munson cries. He leaps from the bar top, the people below scrambling away from the stomp of his big black boots.

He hasn't seen Eddie in years. Can't actually remember the last time. Max and Lucas's wedding? Robin and Nancy's baby shower?

Steve considers booking it out of there, escaping in the crush of the crowd. By the time he has the thought, though, Eddie's already pulling him into a hug.

He's excited to see his friend. He is! Really. He loves Eddie. But that's kind of the problem.

Steve fell in love and Eddie left town.

Well, maybe it wasn't so dramatic as all that. It wasn't until six months after they packed the last box in the back of Eddie's van that Steve could name his feelings for what they were. And by then, Corroded Coffin were building buzz and Eddie had a huge whole life outside of the people he saved the world with.

Over the years, as Eddie's fame grew, he came around less and now they hardly see each other. They still talk from time to time, Steve still buys all the band's records, and Eddie's still close with all the kids, Nancy and Robin too.

Eddie releases him, those big eyes bright, a pure and genuine smile stretching his face. Steve's stomach twists, heart skipping a beat.

"Gotta be honest with you, man. Never expected to see Steve Harrington in a place like this."

Steve snorts. "There's lots of place I go you wouldn't expect."

Eddie's smile wobbles, Steve thinks. It's gone in a blink, though, and Eddie laughs. "I'm sure you do, sweetheart. Have time for a drink with me?"

Eddie navigates to the bar, returns with two beers in hand. He presses his palm to the small of Steve's back, directing him to the single empty table in the corner as far from the jukebox as possible.

"How's life treating you, Stevie?" Eddie asks after a sip. "Nance told me the store is doing really well."

"It's good, yeah. Finally turning a profit. Wasn't sure about Dustin having us add a game section, but he was right. It's really taken off."

"Oh, he told me," Eddie smirks.

Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm sure that he did. He hasn't let me hear the end of it."

"That tone," Eddie says, voice soft.

"What brings you to Chicago?" He asks to hide the way all the fucking love he feels for this man is bleeding out of him.

"Not really supposed to be," he laughs. "Flight got diverted to O'Hare, can't get another one until tomorrow. Have to make it to LA in time to play a show."

They both know Eddie loves it; the rush, the adrenaline, that comes with performing, to making it to shows at the very last minute. It's how they got here in the first place.

"Working on new music?"

Eddie leans back, dimples popping with the pleased lift of his lips. "Oh, Harrington, you don't even know what we have in store." He leans over the table and launches into tales of rehearsals and writing. Steve drinks his beer and can't take his eyes off his friend, Eddie the sun Steve orbits around, helpless to his gravitational pull.

"So, Stevie," Eddie says, once there's no more to tell about music. "You seeing anyone?"

Steve hides his cringe with a chuckle. Picks up his beer to buy time and finds it empty. "Not anyone of note."

"C'mon, how is that possible? You're easily the hottest guy in this place."

He grimaces. "That's a low bar."

"Oooh, still bitchy after all these years." Eddie snickers, takes a swig from his bottle.

"Shut-up."

"Seems like it's been a while since you dated."

"You interrogating my love life now, Munson?"

"No, not at all. Just curious."

"Okay, who are you dating? Still that guy from People?"

"Gossip," Eddie frowns.

"Anyone else you got your eye on?"

"No one new," Eddie says. He stares at Steve hard for a second, like he wants to dig into his brain, like it holds the answer to all life's question.

"There is someone, then." Steve tries to ignore the jealousy licking down his spine. Eddie isn't his and never will be.

Eddie picks at the label on his now empty beer. "Not--not really." He licks his lips, leaning over the table again. "Is there a reason you don't seem to date anymore, man? It's just--you wouldn't hurt for options, right?"

Steve freezes, trying to figure out a way to answer that won't end up breaking his own heart. "Ah, it's--you know, things got busy with opening the store and everything. Stopped being a priority."

"Are you lonely?"

"Are you?" He snaps before he can stop himself. "Sorry, I'm--sorry."

"Yeah, man. I'm lonely as hell." Eddie answers as though Steve didn't give him an out.

"I--you ever have someone where the timing is always wrong?"

"Think it's a hazard of my profession. Who's yours?"

"What?" Steve clunks his bottle too hard against the table.

"The one that got away?"

"It's--it--I--it doesn't matter."

Eddie's smile is all jagged edges. "Nancy?"

"God, no. Nance and I are good with being friends. No lingering feelings there. Who's yours?"

"Ahh," Eddie sits back a little, eyes glittering with an emotion Steve can't place. "The best boy I ever met. Can't get over him, can't forget him. I think they guys are going to start banning my 'pathetic gay yearning songs'. Gareth's words."

Something in Steve's chest crumbles to dust. There's someone. Has always been someone. Of course. Eddie is beautiful and hot and charismatic and fucking famous. And Steve is--just a guy who runs a struggling bookstore with a couple of his best friends.

"That's--I'm sorry it didn't work out." He's trying to stop his voice from breaking, from giving Eddie any hint of what he's feeling, just knows he has to get out. "Listen, man, thanks for the beer. Great to catch up. You should hit up Robin and Nancy the next time you're in town. I gotta get going."

"Wait, Steve--"

"See you around."

He doesn't wait. He pushes through the people, and races out the door, into the crisp Chicago fall air. He squeezes his eyes closed, practices his breathing exercises, tries to relax the clench of his teeth, ease the screaming in his lungs.

Three steps away from the building is as far as he gets before he hears, "Steve, please wait." A hand catches his hip, holding him in place.

"Eddie, I don't--"

"It's you," Eddie says. His face is pale, stricken. "You're the one who got away, Steve."

"What?"

"I've never been able to work up the nerve to confess. I've been trying for years, but. Too afraid of losing you to tell the truth."

"Years?" Steve's brain is trying to wrap around what's happening. That Eddie has feelings for him? That he's the source of the pathetic gay yearning?

"God, since 1986, at least."

Steve doesn't know what to say; what to do. He's been waiting for this moment so long, and his brain goes on pause.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," Eddie rambles. "Hell, I'd be surprised if you did, but--"

"You're mine too," the words tumble out.

"What?"

"You're the one who got away. For me. You're mine."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. "Is this--are you serious?"

"Pathetic gay yearning and all."

Eddie's laugh is a bright spot in the darkness, relief and happiness mixed with the hope of what's next.

Steve can't help but giggle. "We're so dumb," he says.

Eddie looks at him with a raised eyebrow before bursting into giggles of his own. "So dumb, Steve, oh my god."

"It's been a decade!"

"Fuck," Eddie cackles.

They collapse against each other, chests heaving with their mirth. As they catch their breath, Steve nuzzles against Eddie's neck, relishing the closeness. It's easy for him to change the angle so their lips meet in a kiss frantic with ten years of longing.

"Your place or mine?" Eddie asks once they part.

Steve laughs. "You think I'm that easy, Munson?"

"Oh, Steve," Eddie smirks. "I know it."

"Asshole." Steve presses a kiss to his jaw. "How many songs did you write about me?"

Eddie smiles so hard his dimples pop. "All of them, baby. Every single one."

Steve rests their foreheads together, body fizzing like freshly uncorked champagne, "Take me home, Ed."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #oneshot #angst #friends to lovers #angst with a happy ending #idiots in love #mutual pining #famous eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #regular guy steve harrington #pathetic gay yearning #fluff #the one that got away #second chances #getting together

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loveindefinitely · 5 months

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༊*·˚ DO ANYTHING FOR YOU — how your boyfriends react to you getting assaulted at the pub

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish

warnings. f!reader, unwanted sexual advances, minor sexual assault, graphic violence, possessive/protective relationship, pre-established relationship, implied gaz/price, polyamory, mm, nsfw content, praise, body worship, oral

// NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT //

The smell of cheap beer and even cheaper perfume isn't usually your cup of tea, but then again, neither are pubs in general.

Yet, here you are, squished into a booth with your teammates -- your family, really.

They had insisted that you all go out tonight, something about a celebration for the week off. You just saw it as an excuse to get drunk and hope for a lay, at least, for those not cuffed.

That being said, being single was becoming rarer and rarer for your crew.

"C'mon, cap," the man beside you groans with an eyeroll, his thick arm coming around to rest on the top of the booth behind your head. Slick bastard. "We ain't gonna tease you for it," he insists.

You shoot a knowing glare to your side, and you know that he sees it, cause his mouth quirks in the corners and his dimple shows. Just slightly.

"You're a shitty liar, Johnny," the man to your right huffs with an eyeroll. His skull balaclava is pushed up the base of his nose, showing just a hint of his stubble and scars.

The same stubble and scars that you've felt against your skin too many times to count.

"Ya love me," Soap shrugs with a cheeky grin, his arm moving closer to rest at the nape of your neck. The man's always been a furnace, no matter where you were, or the climate. Hell, when you guys had been stationed in mid-winter Russia for a bit, you and Ghost had clung to him like fucking koalas.

"And look where that's gotten me," Ghost responds with a mutter, gaze harsh with a teasing glint.

"Just because you kids got lucky doesn't mean I will," Price says with a sigh, resting his forehead in the palm of his hand. "I've been out of the scene for... what, six years? More?"

You quickly check to see if Gaz is still at the bar grabbing you all another round, and when you do, he catches your eye. He quickly waves you over, head motioning towards the drinks at the bar. You get the message immediately.

"You guys have your boy talk," you tease, scooting past Soap where he sits, his large frame brushing against your ass and back no matter how hard you try to avoid him. "I'm gonna go help the man of the hour with the drinks."

Soap's hand rests at your hip as you finally escape the narrow confines of the booth, and you shoot him a chastising glare. He retorts with a smug little grin. Grabbing you by your nape, he scoops you in for a quick, chaste kiss on the corner of your lips.

"I'm not leaving," you say on an amused huff, to which Ghost gives you a softened look.

"Fuckin' co-dependent, the both of you," he says gruffly, but the love and adoration is a nice undertone. One you and Soap have grown to notice after months of practice.

With one more quick kiss to your lips, Soap lets you go, the sound of your booth quickly fading away as soon as you fall into the crowds of people.

Considering that it's a Friday night, the place's packed -- you guys had been lucky to score a booth.

Making your way to Gaz, spotting his head of hair, you find yourself pulled into the arms of a stranger. Confused, and head slightly light and cotton-filled due to the rounds you'd had before, you try and wrestle out of the man's grip.

He's strong, however, and you had not dressed for any type of combat. Nor were you in the right state of mind for it.

"Excuse me," you say, voice straining to remain calm and polite. "Could you please let me go?"

The man chuckles, and the sound grates on your skin the way that a snake would slither down your spine. "Love, you were practically beggin' for some attention," he breathes into your ear, breath warm and liquor-laced. "Don't go actin' a prude now."

You shove against his grip, eyes squeezing tight when his hand goes up to fondle at your breasts. He's rough, entirely disgusting about it, and you feel bile rising in your throat.

Heels. You were wearing heels. While the man is distracted with his groping, you raise your right foot, and then slam it down on his. Luckily, the guy was wearing some thin sneakers that allowed for the harsh pain that followed.

"Fuck!" The man seethes, hand moving away from your tits to instead cradle his foot as he hops on his left leg. "Fuckin' skank, you're gonna --"

The man stills, words stopping short when a large, gloved hand wraps around his neck from behind. "Gonna what? Finish your sentence."

Ghost stands behind the man, voice loud in the suddenly hushed pub, even when he grinds the words out by the man's ear.

You feel the familiar and comforting frame of Soap as he gently pulls you into his chest, body tensed and ready for bloodshed, yet soft as he cradles the back of your head and plants a soft kiss to your hair.

"Go ahead. You were so ready to yell at her, so do it. Speak up," Ghost taunts, his voice cold and devoid of the warmth that it had mere minutes ago. It sends a shiver down your spine.

Whimpering, the man instead begs for forgiveness. Spineless piece of shit. He blabbers, tears rolling down his cheeks as Ghost intimidates him, all while Soap holds you with tender touches and comfort.

"We got him," Price's voice cuts through the man's blubbering, his tone that of a Captain who was all too used to cleaning after his subordinates' messes.

"Don't do anything we woul'n't," Soap says, his voice hinting at humour. It allows a soft, albeit small, smile to creep onto your face.

Gaz shoots him his own cheeky look in return.

You doubted that the man would see the light of day again. Either because of a loss of eyes, or a loss of heartbeats.

Price and Gaz lead him out of the pub, the door ringing shut behind them. The crowd instantly turns to keep to themselves, cheering and conversation returning at full volume.

"Princess," Ghost is quick to stand in front of you, blocking out the rest of the world as he holds your face in his hands, gaze examining. Whatever he sees makes him relax a bit, his gaze flitting up to Soap to check over him too. He was always the most protective one -- the bodyguard in your relationship.

It never failed to get you going, and even after the event that had happened, you find that that fact is still accurate.

"'M okay," you say, gripping Ghost's wrists softly and bringing them off of your face with a tentative smile. "He's gone. 'M safe."

Soap's head moves to nuzzle into the side of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin where you stand. You tilt your head slightly to allow for easier access, and he accepts the offer gladly.

"Home?" Soap asks, voice muffled by your heated skin as he continues to place lovebites all over your neck, shoulder and collarbone.

Ghost gives one sharp nod, before grabbing your hand and gently pulling you along to the front door. Soap reluctantly moves away from your skin, his arm sliding around your waist as the three of you make your way out into the crisp night air.

It bites at your warm skin, allowing you to sober up just the slightest bit. Enough for you to realise how safe you felt between your two men -- how comfortable and protected.

Luckily, the bar you all frequented was a mere ten minute walk from your apartment, so the three of you managed to make it through the front door in no time.

"Lemme get your heels." Soap is quick to kneel as he delicately unfastens the buckle around your ankle, taking them off with the same amount of care one might use in heart surgery. He presses a kiss to your inner ankle, and then trails his mouth to the tops of your thighs.

Ghost's chest presses against your back, his gloved hands tracing along your bare forearms, then over your shoulders with light caresses. Your eyelids flicker at the attention from both of your lovers, the feeling unlike anything else in the world.

He makes quick, yet cautious, work of unzipping your dress, letting it pool to the ground as they both let out small groans at your undergarments.

Their favourite lingerie adorned your body, and what were they but weak, whipped men?

"Let us take care of you," Ghost grunts, nose brushing against the skin behind your ear. "Worship you, Princess."

You let out a breathy sigh at that, nodding almost immediately. You weren't sure if you could deny either of them anything when they treated you like you were something precious. Like they adored you with everything you had.

They both guide you to your bed, their hands never wandering far from your body as they gently lay you back on the sheets.

"Fuckin' beauty," Soap groans, groping and fondling your thighs like a man who'd never get to feel them again. His eyes meet yours, his ocean-blue darkened with lust and need. "Prettiest fuckin' thing I ever saw, Baby."

Your head falls back, lips opening in a gasp as he lowers his head to kiss against your inner thighs, lips brushing your sensitive skin. He's meticulous about it, savouring the experience.

"Eyes on me," that familiar, deep, dominant voice calls to you. You open your eyes, Ghost pulling off his black compression shirt with one hand, all while his dark gaze tracks every movement you make. It's taunting, making you delirious with lust and want and desire.

"She's so fuckin' wet for you, Si," Soap says on a deep moan, moving your lacy panties to the side to inspect your pussy. His finger trails lightly over it, a teasing touch, that has you clenching despite yourself.

Ghost's heated gaze directs to the man between your legs, appraising. "Tell me what she tastes like," he says, and Soap groans deep in his chest from those words alone. "If you're both good, I'll taste it from your mouth."

Without another thought, Soap dives in, enthusiastic and desperate. You whimper, whining at the sudden attention to your clit and pussy. He's rough about it, not nearly as careful as he had been mere seconds ago. He takes, and takes, so relentless in his motions that you grind against his face, his hands gripping onto your thighs.

Ghost's hand lands in his hair, pushing him in further to your core. You and Soap both let out identical moans at the action, Ghost's gaze focused on the both of you.

"You two," Ghost says, eyes encompassed nearly fully by his iris. "Mine. My fuckin' pets."

"Please," you moan out, hips frantic where they ache for more pleasure. "Fuck, Si, Johnny, feels too good, fuck."

"Yeah?" Simon tilts his head, only slightly mocking. "Like all that attention? He's sloppy, ain't he?"

You nod incoherently, Johnny's relentless attack at your clit and hole leaving you entirely too wound up. Your moans come out louder, needier, raspier, until you're falling apart, falling off of that cliff of pleasure that you had climbed.

"Good, such a pretty pet," Simon's hand pets at your hair, tone comforting and affectionate. Prideful. "Our good girl, huh?"

Johnny finally -- finally -- moves off of your pussy, entire bottom half of his face glistening with your essence. His gaze is completely lust-drunk, hazy in a way that mirrored your own experession.

"Si," is all he says, grabbing the taller man by the scruff of his neck and pulling him into a devouring kiss. You can visibly see their tongues fucking each others' mouths, passionate and wanton. When they pull apart, they both direct their attention to you.

"Ready, Princess?"

a/n. first ever work in this fandom and the first smut i've written in nearly a year! hopefully this isn't completely awful. if you enjoyed, pls pls pls reblog, follow, like, comment, or whatevs!!!! tytyty <3

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angelcent · 3 months

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EASILY ・❥・S. GOJO

thinking about attending a wedding with ex-husband!gojo.

coming here was a mistake.

"come dance with papa!" sora beamed, completely unaware of the weight her innocent words held. "come, mama! i stepped on top of papa's shoes and it was so fun!"

keeping your expression as neutral as possible, as if your sweet daughter didn't suggest you dance alone at a wedding with your ex-husband, your eyes darted towards satoru's for help.

you should've known better, though.

"don't leave cookie hangin'," your ex-husband smirks, left cheek dimpling. even within your own mind, you're reluctant to admit that he's the most good-looking man in the entire ballroom. the selfish part of you feels pride that this is the father of your daughter. "come dance with papa, yeah? you can get on top of my shoes too if you're nervous."

knowing you'd never win against those two, and now doubting the sincerity in sora's suggestion, you ignore satoru's out-stretched hand and rise from your seat with a strained smile. and satoru, crass as always, takes the rejection in stride. he whistles openly as your full figure reveals to him, clearly appreciating the form-fitting satin gown you've chosen for the wedding.

and sora, scheming little bunny that she is, slyly runs off back to her table with the other kids.

as you watch her huddle close to the friends she's made tonight, you turn back to satoru, hoping to reason with this impossible man. "we don't have to do this, right? she's not even looking anymore."

"oh trust me, she is." satoru responds easily, pulling his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to reveal his playful baby blues. and you're reminded that like him, your little girl sees everything. "now c'mon, mama. it's just a dance, not like we're getting married again."

despite his flirtatious and playful words from earlier, satoru keeps a respectful distance from you; large hand placed over the middle of your back, never once straying lower the way he used to. he doesn't say much else either, instead humming along to the song. it's completely off-beat and oddly endearing, so you relax in his arms. slowly, you find yourself closer and closer to him, until he gently guides you to rest your head over his collarbone; the scent of his favorite aftershave bringing you home.

eventually, the song ends. neither of you let go, not even when the second song is over. or the third. fourth. fifth.

#starring: satoru gojo #starring: gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x oc #jjk x reader #gojo fluff

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teddybeartoji · 24 days

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Attention please 🗣non sexual nudity with bf/bsf satoru...

ATTENTION!!!!!! ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣

going skinny dipping with best friend!gojo.

it's a warm sunny day and satoru has dragged you outside. he heard about a new hidden hiking trail and he obviously wanted to check it out with you.

so, that's how you find yourself on a beautiful-beautiful forest trail. the birds are singing their little love songs above your heads as you let satoru lead you through the woods. sweat dribbles from your temples and your feet are beginning to hurt but you're not complaining.

you can't. you can't complain when satoru turns around and shows you his bashful smile, letting his dimples shine freely. his cheeks are completely flushed and his hair is starting to stick to his forehead and he just looks so fucking good.

"you gotta keep up with me! c'mon-c'mon!"

you roll your eyes at his words. "i am literally on your ass, satoru."

"ohhh, sexy!" he winks at you and laughs when you flip him off. you follow him up the little hill and you're met with gorgeous scenery. the sun is still high in the pretty blue sky with no clouds anywhere in sight and the trees paint almost a perfect circle around the shore of a lake.

"satoru! you didn't tell me we could go swimming!" you scream at him and he hears the pout in your voice.

your eyes are glued to the sight before you, making you miss the way satoru stares at you. "i didn't know! i didn't know! i didn't know!"

"wait..." you face him with a quirked brow. "what do you mean 'you didn't know'? you didn't properly look up the trail beforehand?"

he's quiet as his expression tells you everything you need to know and he earns a slap against his chest.

"what is wrong with you?! what if we got lost?!"

"it's just one trail? one road? how would we get lost?" he questions, surpressing his laughter at your fake-angry tone.

you just shake your head at him. "i hate you."

he sends you an air kiss back and you thank the sun for successfully hiding the growing tint on your cheeks. dick. you brush by him and start making your way to the wooden dock that floats in the water. satoru watches how you skip down with a smile on your lips and his heart is doing flips in his chest. he watches you drop to your knees and reach your hand in the water before turning to him with an even bigger grin.

"it's so warm!"

"yeah?"

you nod excitedly and immediately start stripping your bag and your clothes, leaving satoru staring at you like a dumb fish out of the water. "what... are you doing?"

"going swimming, duh." you rip off your shoes and your pants, only leaving you in your shirt and socks.

"but..."

you stare at him with a big grin, the corners of your eyes crinkling in the hot sun. "what? you scared?"

"wha— i'm not scared." satoru stammers back, fiddling with his fingers, clearly a little flustered. he's silly.

"get naked then."

"i—"

"or don't. i'm not pressuring you, but i am going in." you take off the socks and the shirt and satoru glues his eyes at the lake behind you. unable to hold back your laugh, you tease your best friend. "yeah, if a little skin gets too scary for you, just look at the water."

the tips of his ears grow red and he drops his bag in defeat. "i am not scared of you or your body, alright?"

"look at me then."

satoru gojo - the man with thee biggest staring problem in the world cannot hold eye contact for the life of him right now. and your cheeks hurt from smiling.

his best friend is standing a few feet from him, only clad in their underwear and well... how is he supposed to keep eye contact? it's not like he likes you or anything. it's not that at all.

"do you like me or something, satoru?"

it's not that at all.

you laugh behind your hand and watch the heat bloom on his face.

"you don't have to come in, it's okay. i'll make it quick, yeah?"

taking a step closer, satoru's breath hitches. you raise your hand to swipe over his face, closing his eyes with a giggle and he wraps his fingers around your wrist with a pout. "i wanna come too."

"yeah? you wanna come too?"

"see, sometimes i think you're just so much worse than me." satoru tugs on your hand when you try to run away, keeping you close to him. the flush on his cheeks seems to be permanent but the corners of his lips are starting to curl upwards again. "you're so much worse actually."

"oh, nooo... i'm soo terrifyingly funny.... nooo....."

the sun has nothing on your bright big smile as you blink up at him.

"are you gonna join me then?"

he nods.

his grin widens when you finally yank your hand from his grasp and take a few steps back toward the edge of the dock. "well, c'mon– get naked, stupid."

he starts by peeling off his own shirt. "you're stupid."

"i'm faster though!" without giving him another second to catch up, you pull of your underwear and jump into the lake. submerged under the refreshing water, your heart beats louder than ever, giddy from sharing this moment with satoru. you poke your head back out and push the water from your eyes with a smile that reaches back behind your ears and are met with a stumbling satoru trying to take off his socks.

"hey, you had a head start!" he's jumping from one leg to another and he looks so cute. "dick!"

laughter echoes over the lake and through the woods, a sound resembling the lovesongs of the little birds that live there. he removes his boxers and then he's already cannonballing into the water right next to you.

his soaked head of hear pops up and he's pulling in big breaths of air, making you choke on your own giggles.

"OH FUCK! THAT'S NOT WARM AT ALL." he splashes you, reveling in the smile lines that rest on your skin. "i think i lost a couple of inches."

his joke makes you actually cough and his head falls back toward the sun, eyes closed, as he bellows out a laugh.

"oh no, poor little satoru..." his head whips towards you and you take the moment to splash him back.

"what did you just call me?!"

you let out a loud shriek when he suddenly starts swimming to you and you decide to dive in order to escape his wrath. it just feels so good. the water washes off the built up sweat from the hike and gives you life.

coming up for air, you have a second to look for satoru before he's bursting out from under the water, shaking his head and hair at you like a dog.

"you're dumb."

"you're an idiot."

silence.

satoru counts the freckles on your face and you count the stars in his eyes.

"aren't you glad i dragged you here, hm?" he wiggles his brows at you, expecting another splash that never comes.

a soft little mhmm is what he gets instead. full of fondness and admiration; the scenery, the sun, the water, the boy before you —

you are glad he dragged you here.

+ thank u nonnie for this cute little idea<33333

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loserlvrss · 3 months

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꒰ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ꒱ 제로베이스원

summary : favorite physical places zb1 and reader likes to kiss/be kissed

genre : fluff, zb1 x gn!reader, headcanon, drabble tws : mentions of kissing (duh??) author notes : huh, maybe i am insane word count : 0.4k

— ☆ 김지웅

hand. kiss.

ROMANCE. ROMANCE. ROMANCE. ROMANCE. need i really say more?? jiwoong screams old school romance, c'mon, i wouldn’t be surprised if he’d eventually ask your parents for permission to marry you with a bouquet and his best cow.

— ☆ 章昊

now i think this man could swing either way, he could be your baby or you could be his, but if you ever grabbed his cheeks and pressed a feather light kiss to his nose, he’d look at you with all the stars in his eyes. I DO NOT CARE. DO NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE. I AM TOTALLY FINE.

— ☆ 성한빈

imagine the cute little laughs he’d let out if you kissed his cheek, exposing his dimples !! bonus points if you kiss them too …yeah, i’m completely normal about this. i think he’d like to kiss shoulders and the back of necks too, don’t ask me any questions regarding this though.

— ☆ 석매튜

i’m a strong believer that matthew will take whatever is given to him, because he would be so in love with you, but he likes to kiss your lips (and vice versa) the most because it feels almost too domestic — especially if it's just absentmindedly …and he can show people that your his that way haha

ONE CHANCE PLEASEEE !!

— ☆ 김태래

i honestly think that kissing taerae’s jaw line would be your favorite, mostly because you’re at the perfect height to, but also because it might fluster him if you catch him off guard. it’s close to his neck, but it’s also close to his cheek — the perfect middle ground in your humble opinion — which might cause him to turn a cute shade of pink and let out giggles (that you can’t even lie, are my your favorite) brb eating glass.

— ☆ 沈泉锐

same reason as taerae, you (and ricky) like kissing necks because it flusters the other if caught off guard. and truthfully, ricky likes the intimacy between you two when doing it — especially during a heartfelt hug, please kiss his tattoo ♡

— ☆ 김규빈

STRONG BIASED ASSUMPTION HERE but tell me gyuvin wouldn’t like to be cared for by his significant other (not in a weird-babyish way) but imagine he’s sitting in a chair or on the couch, you're standing in front of him, he’s hugging your waist, and you kiss his forehead. you might have to pick him up off the floor because he’d i'd actually die GRAHHHHH

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heesnui · 4 months

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call you? — 이희승

synopsis. your behavior is what makes heeseung fall in love with you.

pairing. nonidol ! hee x fem ! reader

warnings. angst ?, fluff, profanity, usage of cigarettes, mentions of alcohol

word count. 0.7k (706 words)

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ever since highschool ended, your classmates practically begged you to have dinner with them or even show up at reunions. but each time you had the same excuse “sorry, i'm busy, maybe next time.” eventually, that ‘next time’ did come, and there you were, entering the small restaurant while your old friends cheered when they saw you.

you take a place across heeseung, almost at the end of the table and you catch his eyes staring at you, a puzzled expression on his face. you don't know, but heeseung has been having a crush for years and to him you were nothing but an angel.

he loved everything about you. your hair, your eyes, the way your dimples show when you smile, or your long healthy hair that you used to push behind your ear while reading, even the sound of your voice. but his favorite thing about you was that even if you didn’t know him, you would often smile at him when you met during breaks, even if you weren't in the same class.

he was glad his friend asked him to come when he saw your figure walking to the table.

as the night went on, you denied the shots your friends were trying to give you, since you weren't that much of a drinker. you noticed that one of your friends got drunk, maybe a bit too drunk, commenting about how girls these days get their faces done to look good.

“c'mon, you know i'm right! i mean, look at (Name), where did you get your boobs done?” , one of them says, making everyone break into laughter, except one person, heeseung.

“fuck.”

“what did you say?”

you grab your glass of wine, throwing it on the man's shirt, the red liquid getting through the fabric. gasps filled the room and your hands reached for your bag, placing it on your shoulder.

“for someone who wears fake clothes and pretends they're real, you talk a lot.”

to you, the scene you just made filled your body with embarrassment, your cheeks reddening. on the other hand, heeseung wanted to punch the guy's face until he was left breathless for even daring to talk to you like that, but he was too scared that you'll call him a monster for starting a fight.

once you exit the restaurant, you take a place on the bench close to the building, taking out the pack of cigarettes from your coat pocket. placing the cigarette between your lips, your hand blindy searches for the lighter. before you even reach for it, a small flame lights up your cigarette, making you look up.

“i didn't know you smoked.”

the older male takes a place next to you, placing the lighter in his pocket, his eyes fixated on your lips.

“i should be the one saying that” , his voice lingers in the air for a second until you speak again.

“right, my bad, mister good guy.” , he laughs at your comment, closing his eyes as he asks you if that's what people call him now. the sound of his voice made your heart beat faster, and you didn't know if your cheeks were red from the cold or because of him.

throwing the rest of the cigarette on the ground, you place your scarf back on your neck, and you see small snowflakes melting on the ground, soon enough realizing it was the first snow. and you were there with him. before you left, you called his name softly.

“hm?”, he looks up at you, his deer eyes making him look even more handsome. you hand him your phone and he hurries to write his phone number, naming himself ‘the handsome bambi boy’ . he takes out his phone so you can add yourself, naming the contact ‘princess (Name)’. he smiles at you, dimple showing, and your heart melts when he takes out his mittens, handing them to you so you won't feel cold.

before you leave, he calls your name and you turn to face him, not noticing that he is now standing in front of you, his body towering over yours.

“call me when you're cold, princess.”

“i will, bambi boy"

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#enhypen angst #heesnui #enhypen #heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #heeseung imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff

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heartcereql · 8 months

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𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗼

lo'ak sully x fem!na'vi!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- after another break up, your best friend comforts you. but amidst consolation, feelings slip in.

𝐂𝐖- best friends to lovers, minor cursing, softest crap ever lmao.

𝐀/𝐍- i'm back in uni ;((( also gif not mine!

"i just- am i really that hard to stay with?" you cried out, letting your head fall back.

again, the guy you were seeing had called things off. again, you were left teary-eyed and saddened. and again, your best friend since childhood was there to console you.

"c'mon, y/n, you know that's not true!" lo'ak protested. "i've stuck with you all these years, have i not?"

"you have but-but they haven't. maybe i just need to find another man" you suggested, though it sounded more like a question. "again" your voice broke in a sob.

"look, y/n, there's nothing wrong in you. if i was to date you, i would be grateful. i would be grateful to have a girl like you to myself. i'd treasure your company. you'd make my life sweet, because you're pure heart. you are kind, and caring, and very loveable. i'd be happy just from seeing you smile. but it would be even better if i was the one that made you smile. i'd treat you properly. i'd gather things that remind me of you, just to see your eyes shine. and i would never blink while you laughed; i'd never want to miss your dimple, the one you are so convinced you don't have." he paused for air, but didn't resume.

shit.

the curse crossed both of your minds, but for different reasons. for lo'ak, it was an embarrased 'shit'. he had rambled on too much, said some things it would've been better to take to the grave, and probably now creeped you out.

but your 'shit' was a realisation 'shit'. had you always been so blind? really, you wasted your time dating assholes in hopes of finding your twin flame or something along the lines, when the one you had been looking for so desperately had been just by your side this whole time.

you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips. lo'ak had averted his eyes, fixing them in his lap. thus, you cupped his jaw, forcing him to look at you. his skin was warm under your fingers.

"y'know, i don't think i need to find some other man. i think i finally found him."

"w-what? just like that?" lo'ak was practically trembling in shyness, sensing what you were going to say and feeling suddenly timid and flustered.

you nodded. "i finally found you."

you pecked lo'ak's lips, not wasting another second. lo'ak froze dumbfounded when you pulled away just for an instant, but did not hesitate to correspond to your kiss when you kissed him again, welcomign you in his embrace. sweet, he thought. almost like a dream he was living in.

#avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #atwow #lo'ak sully x reader #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x reader #loak sully #loak x reader #lo'ak x you #lo'ak fluff #heartcereql

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daisyblog · 10 months

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When Three Becomes Four

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: Oliver becomes a big brother.

Oliver: Aged 3

2015. It was certainly a year to remember. From One Direction's stadium tours, touring with a two year old, Zayn leaving the band, Baby Styles number two on their way, One Direction deciding to take a break - a hiatus they said - to celebrating Oliver's third birthday.

As much as YN had enjoyed touring with the band, watching them grow bigger and bigger each time, and watching Oliver soak up every moment and watch his Daddy and uncles sing and dance each night. She was relieved when they had decided to take a break, because touring with a baby and toddler was just not ideal.

It had been two days since the boys performed their last performance on The X Factor. It was an emotional day - YN watched as each of the boys took in the bittersweet moment. They had been non-stop busy for five years. Flying from one country to the other. performing night after night. They loved it, but they deserved a break.

Like when they were expecting Oliver, YN and Harry had chosen not to find out the gender of the baby. They would often sit in the evenings when Oliver was sleeping and discuss what they thought their second born would be.

Cuddled up on the sofa, YN's leg covering Harry's - his hand placed on her growing bump. Taking them back a few years ago to when Oliver was in there. Except the few changes, Harry's hair was long, YN had also decided to dye her hair a lighter colour and Oliver was now here, sleeping soundly upstairs.

"I think we're having a girl" Harry spoke out loud, his hand moving in soft motions against YN's bump. A big grin covering his face, dimples popping out.

"Why?" YN asked, feeling calm as Harry's hand drew circles against her skin. She could feel herself slowly starting to be pulled into sleep at the relaxing motion.

"Dunno...just got the feeling ya know" Harry began to explain "And I think she's going to look like you..literally your double..but with my personality-"

"So she's going to be sassy and a diva" YN joked, a little giggle leaving her lips. Harry tried to act hurt but the laugh fell from his lips.

"Yeh..'cause Ollie's my double but he's got your calm and quieter ways"

Anne and Robin had come to stay, like they had when Oliver's due date was near. They had offered to take Oliver out for a little walk and play in the park to give YN some time to rest.

"Peas mummy..I go to ark with Gama and Gampa?" Oliver's little pleads could be heard as he stared up at her with his father's eyes. And the little mispronunciations were just so adorable. How could anyone say no?

YN chuckled as he bounced up and down in excitement, repeating "peas" over and over. "Of course you can Olls..go and get your shoes please".

"Oh Mum..watch him on the road, he's started running off..and don't push him too high on the swings, he doesn't like it..also there's a really big slide there that we don't let him go on 'cause he'll try and go on it-" Harry's rambling was interrupted by YN.

"Harry..babe..calm down, Olls will be fine with your Mum and Robin" YN reassured Harry as he ran his fingers through his long hair, giving it a little shake.

"Yeh..I know..sorry..I just worry" Oliver's loud footsteps were heard as he ran back into the room, now wearing his shoes. In the last few months, he has become really independent and wants to do a lot for himself.

"Harry..he'll be fine..I promise I'll keep you updated the whole time" Anne reassured her son, rubbing his arm slightly to comfort him. "C'mon then little man..let's go and have some fun" Anne spoke to Oliver as she helped him to put his coat and hat on.

"Gama?" Oliver's little voice spoke, as Anne kneeled down in front of him. Zipping up his coat, feeling a sense of deja vu as she remembers doing the exact same thing with Harry.

"Yes my darling" Anne looked up into the little green eyes staring back at her. Innocent, sweet and the image of his father.

She loves Gemma and Harry, they are her babies and always will be. She even loves YN like a daughter. But there was something about a grandchild. It was special and a feeling like no other, especially when Oliver spoke the next few words. "I wuv you".

Robin smiled at the scene in front of him, knowing how much those words would mean to his wife. Harry and YN looked at eachother with proud smiles, their eyes communicating for them. Being in the biggest boyband and becoming a young Dad, Harry received some negative comments, YN too. But looking at their little boy now, polite, kind and loving, they couldn't be any prouder of him or themselves for raising him into the sweet boy he is.

Anne rubs her finger across Oliver's little cheek "I love you too my sweet boy..more than all the stars in the sky", before pulling him into a tight cuddle.

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Anne, Robin and Oliver had left about half hour ago. Anne had already sent a photo and a video of Oliver running around the park and laughing as he went down the slide with Robin catching him at the bottom.

After half hour of fixing things around the house, and making the most of a busy toddler being out of the house. The couple find themselves lounging on the sofa, a random film playing in the background.

YN wasn't sure if it was her hormones, the fact that being intimate was pretty much nonexistent whilst pregnant, touring the world and looking after a toddler or if it was the effect Harry had always had on her. But sneaking a look at Harry, especially with his hair tied back into a bun, she could feel her tummy start to flutter. She craved him.

Making a bold move, she moved so her knees were either side of his thighs and she carefully placed herself on his lap. Harry was taken by surprise but his hand naturally landed on her hips. "Uh..hi", a giggled escaped his lips, feelings a blush creep up onto his cheeks.

YN didn't reply, not with words anyway. She leaned down and captured his lips with his. It was urgent, rushed and messy. Their lips didn't break, both afraid to waste another moment. Harry hands wandered from her hips to her thighs to her bottom. YN's hands wandered from Harry's neck, to the back of his head, to trying to run them through his long locks.

As their actions become needier and they craved more form eachother, YN urged Harry to lie down. Not breaking apart. "Fuck, I've missed this" Harry spoke against her lips.

"Mhmm" YN agreed, lost for words as Harry left small kisses up her neck, knowing that was her weakness. Their hands still wandering around eachother's bodies, pulling and grabbing.

Just as Harry was going to make the next move, he felt a warm liquid between them, making him stop his movements. Snapping back into reality, as YN's bump sat between them, he'd realised what may have happened. But Harry being Harry, he couldn't resist making a joke. "Either you're very wet for me...you've pissed yourself...or your water's have gone".

YN took a frustrated sigh, slightly annoyed that of all the times her water's could have broken, it was when they were finally alone and trying to make the most of it. "I just wanted some sex..was that too much to ask?" a slight playfulness could be heard.

Harry threw his head back, feeling amused but aware of the large problem sat in his shorts. "Told ya..it's a little girl and she's gonna keep us busy, and clearly stop me from getting any".

"I guess it's time to have a baby" YN smiled down at Harry, him mimicking her grin.

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It was like the minute YN's waters broke, the cramps and contraction came in full force. They had stayed at home for as long as possible. Harry had phoned his Mum to explain the situation and they agreed it may have been best for them to take Oliver to Gemma's to stay whilst they were still at home.

YN was holding onto the chair, in their kitchen. Swaying her hips back and forth, trying to ease the pain as she breathed through the contraction. Harry right behind her, a lot more relaxed this time around, knowing what to expect. He rubbed circles on her back, trying to provide some comfort.

"They're getting closer together..I think we should head to the hospital now" Harry suggested as he looked down at his phone, where he had been timing each contraction, noticing how sooner they were coming.

Harry gathered all their hospital bags, including the babies, and packed them into the car. When they arrived at the hospital, noticing how YN was hunched over in pain, trying her best to breathe through yet another contraction, she was wheeled into a private labour room by a midwife.

They had arrived an hour ago. YN was now wearing a hospital gown, whilst she laid on the bed. Harry sat to her side, holding her hand that wasn't clasping onto to the gas and air. She took in a large amount of gas and air as she felt another contraction hit.

"You're doing so well YN..keep going and you should have a baby by tonight" the midwife, Sophie spoke as she looked on at the scene in front of her.

Harry was taken back, when YN turned to him with a scowl, "You're not coming near me again...I can't do this fucking pain again", as she began to breathe in the gas and air. He was confused, only a few hours ago she was straddling him and wanting to be intimate.

Like the midwife read his mind, "Don't take it personally, we hear that quite a lot..she's in a lot of pain and doesn't mea-"

"I do mean it" YN managed to get out, as she went back to the gas and air, fighting the pain.

The next few hours involved, many more contractions, lots of gas and air, YN changing into different position, Harry rubbing her back and whispering words of encouragement each time as she worked through the pain.

It was around 10:32pm, when a stronger contraction hit, causing YN to cry out in pain. "I-I...I think I...I need to push". She had done it once before, she knew the feeling. Sophie, the midwife, lifted the hospital gown and could clearly see the babies head.

"You're doing amazing YN...keep listening to your body and soon you'll have your beautiful baby in your arms" Sophie encouraged as she began to gather the essential ready for the baby's arrival. Harry held onto YN's hand, and brushing the hair away from her face, leaving a small peck on her head.

At 11:10pm, YN pushed for the last time. A loud piercing cry filled the room. Tears flowed down YN and Harry's cheeks at the sound of their baby entering the world on the 15th of December 2015. Harry leaned down, leaving a kiss on YN's forhead.

"I love you so much...you're amazing" Harry spoke into YN's ear, still amazed at how women could do such a wonderful thing, as bring life into the world. "Thank you for the best gifts in life".

Interrupting their moment, Sophie spoke as she placed the newborn onto YN's bare chest, encouraging the skin to skin contact. "Congratulations Mummy and Daddy..meet your beautiful baby girl".

A baby girl. Proving Harry right, she had her mother's eyes, turned up nose and petite lips. The mini version of YN. It was in that moment as they both sat and stared at the little baby laying on YN's chest, that they knew their family was now complete.

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It was the next afternoon, YN was resting in bed, a white blanket covering her body. Harry was sat on the chair next to the bed cuddling their daughter as she had just finished a bottle of milk. The door squeaked open, Anne peeping around as Oliver ran in straight toward his Mummy.

"Mummy!"

"Careful with Mummy Olls" Harry stepped in as he saw his son run and jump up on the bed, clearly he had missed her. He smiled as Oliver wrapped his arms around YN's neck and YN leaving small kisses to his cheek, before signalling his family to enter.

Anne took in the scene of her son holding his daughter in his arms. A rush of emotions hit her. Her second born, holding his second born. She quickly snapped a photo of the two, before going over and giving YN a quick cuddle and checking she was okay.

"Come and meet your sisters Ollie" Harry spoke. Oliver reluctantly moving from his mother side, and walking slowly towards them. He looked at the little baby in his father's arms, slowly bringing up his finger to touch his sister's hand.

"Baby?" His sweet voice spoke "My baby?". Making everyone chuckle at the innocence and the loving side of the little boy shining through.

"Yeh..she's your baby sister..do you want to know her name?" Harry asked, his mini him staring back with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. Anne, Robin and Gemma's ears listening intently, desperate to know the name of their new granddaughter and niece. "Emilie Lily Styles".

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ynln Emilie Lily Styles 🧸💗 15/12/2015 View all 10,822 comments

gemmastyles Luckiest Auntie in the world 💙💗

annetwist My beautiful family is growing ❤️ I love you all very much xx

niallhoran Congratulations guys! My favourite little family xx

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ellaanneselley Aww congratulations! Can't wait to meet Emilie 💓

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louist91 Congrats! So happy for you both and Ollie x

deeselley Lovely news! Congratulations darlings ❤️

liampayne Amazing news! Congrats you guys!! xx

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ynln Love you all 💙💗💙💗

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mrbenwinston Amazing news H. A big congratulations to you, YN and Oliver.

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starlitheaven · 1 year

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Yay!! Tysm for the opportunity to play your ask game ^^

May request Satoru + I with the song Easily by Bruno Major ♡

wedding with ex-husband gojo. <3

"come dance with papa!" sora beamed, completely unaware of the weight her innocent words held. "come, mama! i stepped on top of papa's shoes and it was so fun!"

keeping your expression as neutral as possible, as if your sweet daughter didn't suggest you dance alone at a wedding with your ex-husband, your eyes darted towards satoru's for help. you should've known better though.

and sora, scheming little bunny that she is, slyly runs off back to her table with the other kids.

as you watch her huddle close to the friends she's made tonight, you turn back to satoru, hoping to reason with this impossible man. "we don't have to do this, right? she's not even looking anymore."

eventually, the song ends. neither of you let go, not even when the second song is over. or the third. fourth. fifth.

#gojo will never beat the girldad allegations #anyway hope you like it!! <3 #gojo x reader

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abeinginsand · 9 months

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Polydads (Glenn/Darryl/Henry) with a focus on Closeson (Glenn/Darryl) Post s1 while they are all on some quest, camping for the night . . . Glenn's sitting on the ground and Henry's on a tree log (makeshift bench) behind him and carefully braiding his hair. Darryl's humming something and Glenn ends up drifting sleep. He wakes up later and he's laying down in between Darryl and Henry with a big blanket. Henry's hugging him from behind and smells somehow more like raw nature than the ground beneath them does. Darryl's facing him, one hand on Glenn's hip and probably touching Henry's hand there too. He blinks drowsily and speaks up. “You guys should've woken me up.”

“No, you needed the rest. Henry insisted,” Darryl replies with a chuckle. They are so close that the rockstar can feel the rumble wash over him. The other man's eyes are all soft, those familiar wrinkles crinkling up as he smiles. Glenn decides to look down at his partner's shirt instead of getting lost in his gaze. He sees a little flower tucked into the shirt pocket and grabs it. Suddenly nostalgic, Glenn finds himself asking: “You ever wear one of those...uh...damn what are they called? The flower things you wear on the suit or dress at formal places?” “Carol doesn't like them much. Mostly the ones made with real flowers--we got these custom flower pins instead.” Darryl doesn't look upset about that though, maybe even a little happy to think about it. The wedding was one of the best days of his life after all. He still keeps the flower pin that he wore instead, tucked into his wallet along with one of Grant's baby pictures. "Sounds chill. Bet you both looked great, wish I could've been there to make sure the music was good." "Hey, how do you know it wasn't great?" "I wasn't the DJ. Automatically not as awesome as could have been~" Glenn smirks as he watches Darryl furrow his eyebrows and shake his head. They've fought over less in the past, but the two know each other well enough that its clear that its only a tease. The demon thinks about how Morgan loved those little accessories. Got so excited about them that she convinced them to wear two, one on each side at the wedding. It was goofy and truth be told, he had to hold back a sneeze during their vows. But, her bright, dimpled smile always made trying different stuff worth it. He fidgets with the flower more as he thinks about that. His long, braided hair starts to glow with a non-heated flame where it rests against his chest. A few minutes later, Glenn hears Darryl gasp and he lets the flower fall as he looks up at him with confusion. "You're glowing." "Huh? ...Darryl, c'mon, we've been over this buddy," He frowns some thinking about getting the rosary beads and cross flashed in front his face at several barbecues in the past. Until Nicky got mad and then Grant got mad and well there was a lot to that but they all talked it over and its not a big deal anymore. Or he thought it wasn't. "The flames just do their thing sometimes and--" "Ah, wait, I didn't mean the fire. I mean, look, your flames are making the flowers glow," Darryl replies, moving his hand from his partner's hip over to the long braid. It's pretty dark now, middle of the night in Faerun, and its easy to see that there are flowers woven into his braid. Flowers that seem to be glowing various soft colors. Huh. "It looks really pretty on you," Darryl says and places the braid back down. It's another few minutes before he continues speaking in an even softer tone. "Always have been pretty to me though. Wild too, in a cool, intimidating way. It scared me how much I liked you sometimes. Still does." He feels the exact opposite of cool and intimidating right now, cheeks warm and flames curling through his hair further, a stray few bits dancing across Darryl's arm like firework sparklers.

"Ooh, is it compliment Glenn hour over there? Without me?," Henry's voice suddenly slots in between Darryl and Glenn. Their other partner's breath tickles the musician's neck. And normally, he would either laugh or playfully brush the praise off.

But tonight, the look of awe and love on Darryl's face and in his tone makes him too stunned to banter back. He musters a little, miffed, "uh-huh" to Henry and leans a little more into him since he's awake now.

Its an interesting and mushy rest of the night between the three as Henry joins in the compliments and explains his extensive knowledge and hidden flower language about the flowers he carefully snuck into Glenn's hair.

#glenn close dndads #dndads glenn close #darryl wilson #henry oak #henry oak garcia #dndads #dndads fic #fanfic #abeinginsand writing tag #polydads #closeson #glennry #glenn x henry #darryl x glenn #henry x darryl

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hairmetal666 · 11 months

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Never in a million years did Steve Harrington think he'd be standing in the drama club room in front of Eddie the Freak--who's sitting on a goddamn throne with his full lips pulled into a smug grin--asking to be taught how to play Dorks and Goblins. Yet, here he is, face a burning shade of crimson, as he explains for the sixth time what, exactly, he needs.

"Munson, it's not that hard. Henderson wants me to play in the--the game thingy they're doing when Will is home for a visit."

"Yeah, Harrington, and I stop listening every time you call it a game thingy. You obviously don't care about this at all, so why should I waste my time helping you?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "What if I pay you?"

Munson's face goes through a complicated series of changes before falling into a neutral mask, no smirk or teasing smile to be found. "You'll pay me to teach you dnd? Are you fucking kidding?"

"No?' Steve draws a hand through his hair, watches as Munson's dark eyes track the movement. "I thought you might help me out cause those kids never shut-up about you, but I'm willing to put money on it."

"Huh," Eddie says. He steeples his fingers under his chin. "Maybe I misjudged you, Harrington."

Steve lets himself smile at this. "I don't think you did. I don't give a shit about this game."

"Didn't take you for one to have a bunch of nerdy child friends."

"I'm their babysitter," he says, realizes immediately it was a mistake.

Eddie cackles until it turns into a full-bodied laugh, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "You are something else, Harrington," he manages.

For his part, Steve hopes Munson hasn't noticed how bright red his face is. "Does that mean you'll help me?"

"I guess," he rolls his eyes. "But if you're just screwing around, I'm out."

"No, yeah, totally," Steve nods too hard, sends his hair cascading into his face. "Sounds good. How much?"

"Huh?" Eddie tilts his face up, giving Steve a perfect view of the smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.

"I said I'd pay you. What's the going rate for dnd lessons?"

"Oh, nah, free of charge, Harrington. Henderson would eat me alive if he knew I made you pay."

The smile they share is soft, tentative, and Steve doesn't notice the swathes of pink decorating Eddie's pale cheekbones.

---

They meet up in the drama room after the last bell. Eddie is waiting on the throne with his feet propped on the table, sipping a Mt. Dew. His eyes widen when Steve walks into the room.

"You're on time," he says.

Steve scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Eddie shrugs, sets his feet on the floor. "Just wasn't aware that the King put a lot of stock in punctuality."

"C'mon, man, I'm trying not to be that guy, and I'm definitely not king of anything. Unless maybe it's Family Video, but even then, that's Robin."

"You're kind of weird, Harrington, you know that?" Eddie's dimples bracket his smile. The sight does weird things in Steve's chest.

"I've been told, yeah." Steve smiles back. "Where do we start?"

They start with dice, with a character sheet.

"Chaotic-good human Paladin?" Eddie asks.

He shrugs. "That's what Dustin keeps screaming at me. I got no idea what any of it means."

"That's not entirely true," Eddie says. "You've kept up with me so far."

"Yeah, that's you. Dustin rambles and then accuses me of not listening when it's over my head. When he goes on long enough, I start to get a headache right here," Steve rubs the spot between his eyes.

"That kid," Eddie says with the right combination of affection and frustration. "I don't know, you seem to have picked up on some of the stuff he said. You have a solid idea on gameplay, at least. I'd say you're doing pretty good."

"Thanks," Steve laughs. "No migraine yet, so that's a point in your favor."

"Migraines?"

"Head trauma."

"Byers?"

"And Hargrove."

"That was Hargrove?" Eddie asks.

"Hit me in the head with a plate."

"What the fuck."

"He was pissed that Max was friends with Lucas. He came after them. I couldn't just let him--I think he would've killed Lucas."

Eddie nods, hands fiddling with a die. "No wonder those kids love you," he says.

"We've been through some shit together."

"Guess it makes more sense why you wanted to learn dnd."

"As much as it pains me to admit," Steve rolls his eyes. "I love to make those little shitheads happy."

"Well, based on the way they talk about you, you succeed."

"You too, you know?" Steve offers. "All I've heard about the last three months is 'Eddie's so cool,' 'Hellfire's so fun.'"

"Jealous?" Eddie laughs.

"Completely," Steve admits.

"Don't worry, Harrington, I'll make a nerd out of you yet."

---

They meetup after school every day they can over the next two weeks. At first, Steve is surprised that he doesn't really mind spending so much time with Munson, that he actually, kind of, has fun. And the more time they spend together, the more Eddie infiltrates his space. Leans into Steve's side as they sit next to each other, brushes their hands together, hovers over his shoulder, faces nearly touching, as he checks stuff on Steve's character sheet.

It makes Steve feel--well, it makes him think of what it would be like to run his fingers through the soft gloss of Eddie's curls; wonders what that plump mouth would be like pressed against his own; can't stop thinking about if Eddie is as vocal in bed as he is everywhere else. He knows he also likes guys, has for a while, but he's never in his life wanted someone this viscerally; so much he can feel the ache of it in his teeth.

It's the last day before the campaign for Will, and Steve is fucking sad. He thinks maybe Eddie is too. He's at least quieter than normal, explanations not at their usual fever pitch. An hour before they usually call it quits, he claps his hands together (too gently, too unlike himself), says, "That's it, Harrington. You're not going to be more ready than this."

"Right," Steve says. Can't help his eyes from darting over Eddie's face, aching to know what he's thinking. "You'll be there tomorrow?"

Eddie bends his head over his notebooks. "Nah, I don't need to intrude."

"But--"

"It's okay, Stevie. I get that it's family only." He looks like he really means it, but his eyes are sad, don't shine like they should.

Steve doesn't know what to say to that, just nods, and then there's nothing else. They stare at each other for a few very long, quiet seconds, before Eddie says, "I'll see you around, Harrington."

"Right, yeah. You too." And he walks out of the drama room with the heaviest heart he thinks he's ever had.

---

Steve thinks he won't miss Eddie. That if he doesn't dwell on those hours spent with Eddie, learning dnd, that the missing will go away.

It doesn't.

Which is how he finds himself back at the high school on Wednesday, standing in front of the drama room door, willing himself to go inside. Eddie's on the throne, the typical notebooks and binders and Mt. Dew cans clustered around him, but he's not engrossed in imagining up a new campaign for Hellfire. No, his head is in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

His head pops up, and even in the low light, Steve notices the silvery tracks of tears down his cheeks.

"Steve! What are you--" he hastily wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

Steve's acting only on instinct, crossing the room and dropping to his knees, taking Eddie's jaw between his palms, thumbing away the wetness on his cheeks.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asks.

Eddie's laugh is wet. "Nah, Harrington. I only have myself to blame for this one."

"Can I do anything?"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry?"

"You, Steve Harrington, kind and compassionate? Learn dnd to make your little nerd friends happy? Who are you?"

"I'm just me, man," Steve blushes. "But, uh, I came to thank you." He's still holding Eddie's face in his hands, can't help but notice the way he flushes, how his dark eyes dart away from Steve's.

"I really liked hanging out with you," Steve says. This close to Eddie, his mind doesn't quite feel like his own. All he can think of is big eyes, soft curls, full lips.

"Yo--you did?"

"So much," Steve whispers. He doesn't quite remember moving, but now their foreheads are pressed together, warm breath mingling, lips almost, almost touching.

"I liked it too," Eddie breathes. After a few seconds, he laughs. "Knew I'd make a nerd out of you, Harrington."

"Shut-up," Steve laughs.

"Make me," Eddie says, and it's just that easy. Steve crosses the space still separating them, presses his mouth against Eddie's.

The kiss is slow, exploratory, the gentle discovery of how they fit together, the promise of all the things they can do in the future, all the pleasure they can bring.

"I'm not a nerd," Steve says when they part.

"No, you're right. You're like a nerd by marriage. Nerd-in-law," Eddie giggles. His eyes are bright, face pink, the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

"Shut-up," Steve giggles right back.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, the dare obvious, and Steve doesn't hesitate to kiss him again.

"You wanna get out of here?" Steve asks when they part, significantly more breathless, jeans significantly tighter, than when he arrived.

"You're gonna have to role persuasion for that, Stevie," Eddie smirks.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #ficlet #oneshot #dnd lessons #falling in love #mutual pining #eddie's down so bad #first kiss #secret nerd steve harrington #i don't know anything about dnd actually so sorry if it's wrong #strangers to friends to lovers #alternate first meeting #big eyes soft curls full lips can't lose #“shut up” “make me” is a love language

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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Hii for the prompt game I was wondering how #74 4 and #75 8 would end up like. I have no idea how this could play into a drabble so this might be a bit challenging (idk you seem very imaginative you got this!) and for the sake of my curiosity the pairing could be ot8 or one/pair of your choosing!

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "Tell us a fun fact about yourself." "Here's another idea; why don't you just tell me to shoot myself? It'd be less painful."

"Does anyone else remember-" "No." "Let me rephrase...does anyone else here, except those with amnesia, remember"

Members: OT8

Relationship: Camp Counselors FemReader x OT8

Genre: Fluff, Crack

"Oh god." You groan, heaving your duffle bag on to the bed, leaning over to catch your breath. Your lungs feel like they're on fire. "I don't know how you talked me into this."

Another bag thumps down next to yours, and you glare at your friend, dusting her hands and looking like she hasn't even broken a sweat, the perfect picture of summer camp in her crop top and short shorts.

"C'mon, (Y/N)." She pats you on the back with a grin. "It'll be fun."

"Fun is subjective." You grumble under your breath, as Jennie hops off to inspect the rest of the cabin, making sure the bunk beds are ready for your prospective campers.

She straightens one of the quilts, and nods her head in satisfaction.

"Now c'mon!" She calls, voice entirely too bright and hair entirely too perfect to have just hiked up the same hill you did. "There's a counselor meeting in ten minutes!"

You heave a sigh, and with one last forlorn look at your bag sitting pathetically in the middle of the bottom bunk, you follow Jennie back out into the hot, summer afternoon.

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"It looks like we have a few new faces this year." The head counselor is saying, glancing around your gathered group, sitting on the long, uncomfortable benches lined up in the mess hall.

You slap at a mosquito and really wish the sweat running down your back would stop.

You glance to the side, and Jennie is sitting up straight, paying rapt attention to the man at the front.

He is attractive, you'll give him that. Well, in a sort of wild, woodsy kind of way.

Curly, unruly hair, dimples, dark eyes, an accent to swoon for. Not to mention, you're pretty sure you caught a flash of some sort of tattoo on one of his biceps peeking out beneath his camp shirt.

"So, we're going to split up into a few smaller groups, and introduce ourselves, have a little fun getting to know one another." The guy is saying now, and your stomach instantly drops.

Welp, he just became a whole lot less attractive.

He claps his hands with a wide grin that crinkles his eyes. "Under your seats, you should find a welcome package-it contains instructions, rules, schedules, your counselor shirt, and a number. Go ahead and pull on your shirts and then split up into groups according to your number."

Everyone rustles around and starts to move, some of the guys tugging their shirts off over their heads instantly, and you roll your eyes, turning to Jennie, who is slipping the overly large t-shirt over her head.

"I thought this kind of kumbaya shit was reserved for the twelve year olds." You huff out beneath your breath, glancing down at the obscenely bright orange shirt sitting in your lap, the words 'COUNSELOR' painted across the front in ridiculously large letters.

Jennie slaps you lightly. "Just participate, will you? Try it. You might have fun."

"I doubt that." You roll your eyes once more and tug on one of Jennie's long dark braids, making her yelp, before you finally move to slip your own shirt on.

She glares at you, then holds up her number. "I'm three. What are you?"

You shuffle around till you find the card, and with a groan, hold it up for her to see. "Two."

She pats you sympathetically on the back with a bitten back grin. "Good luck, bestie."

She stands and moves to her group.

With a heavy, resigned sigh, you do the same.

Settling in to a corner with the other twos, you're disgruntled to see that you're the only female counselor in your group, not to mention, overly peppy leader Australian Bear Grylls from earlier is settling into a seat beside you.

Great, just your luck.

The other groups start talking, the murmur filling the room, and soon, people are laughing and talking and playing the designated games as they get to know each other.

Or 'bond' or some shit.

You settle back into your chair and don't say a word, eying the guys that make up the rest of the circle.

They're all hot, to be fair, nice eye candy, but dressed in their orange identical shirts, they look like prisoners waiting for group therapy to start.

You snort and stifle a laugh.

Leader guy claps his hands and smiles, glancing around at all of you, eyes lingering on you for a moment before he moves on.

"How about we start with names and what year counselor you are?" Leader guy gives a little cheesy wave. "I'm Chan. This is my sixth and final year."

Your eyes widen slightly as you take him in. Six years? God, you really hope you don't get stuck here that long.

The guy to the leader's left raises his hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Yang Jeongin. This is my second year at Camp Stay."

Everyone echoes hellos, though they all seem to be familiar with each other already, and Chan slaps a hand onto the younger man's back, bobbing his head.

The next guy-beefy, nearly straining the sleeves of his neon t-shirt-gives a little sigh and rolls his eyes, before he glances around the circle.

"I'm Seo Changbin. Fifth year counselor."

You stare at him for a little too long, and his gaze flickers curiously to you. You flush and look away.

Chan grins at the bigger guy, and you see him shoot him a sharp look of annoyance, as if he already knows what's coming.

They must be friends, probably started first year as counselors together.

"Tell us a fun fact about yourself." Chan says, motioning to Changbin with a flick of his fingers and a slightly wicked smile. He arches a brow, clearly waiting.

Changbin holds his ground, staring him down, expression unreadable.

"Here's another idea; why don't you just tell me to shoot myself? It'd be less painful."

The guy to your right cackles at that, and Chan shoots him a warning look, but it doesn't make him stop.

Changbin huffs and crosses his arms over his broad chest, slumping back down in his seat, turn clearly over.

The next guy is stupidly pretty, and you find yourself staring again, tracing the slight pattern of freckles on his nose and cheeks, the way his large dark eyes express all his emotions at once.

He reaches up to push some long blonde hair behind his ear, and you note that he has a french braid along the crown of his head, holding back the hair from his eyes.

"Lee Felix." He says with a soft little smile and a wave, and you note that his accent is similar to Chan's. But his voice is ridiculously deep, vibrating through your body and making you salivate. "Third year."

The guy next to Felix loops an arm around his neck, tugging him closer as he grins at the group. "Hwang Hyunjin. Also a third year."

The next guy rolls their eyes at their antics, pushing a hand through his dark, perfectly combed hair, before he says in a bored tone, "Kim Seungmin. Fourth year counselor."

All eyes turn to you, and with a start, you realize it's your turn.

Sitting up, you clear your throat and say, "(Y/N) (L/N). First year at Camp Stay. But I don't know if it actually counts, because my supposedly best friend dragged me here against my will."

The guy on your right, the one who had laughed earlier at Changbin's joke, leans over, large, dark eyes wide and interested.

"Who's your friend?"

You glance at him, taking in the heart shape of his face, the dozens of hand woven bracelets around each wrist, the doe eyes and long lashes you wish you had.

God, is everyone here just on the off season for modeling or what?

"Jennie Kim."

Camp leader guy-Chan-nods enthusiastically, eyes lighting up. "Oh, we love Jennie! She does a phenomenal job, all the female campers always request her."

"Great." You mumble, sliding back down in your seat.

Doe eye guy leans in to your space, murmuring under his breath like he's telling you a secret, "She's also got a killer ass. Nice to look at on hikes."

You bite back a laugh and he grins, sitting back up.

"Han Jisung." The guy immediately goes into his introduction. "Fourth year counselor and the best Camp Stay has ever seen."

"I'd argue with that." Changbin mutters under his breath from across the circle, and Jisung shoots him a glare.

"As would I." The guy sitting on Jisung's other side deadpans, and Jisung turns, mouth agape and expression dramatically wounded.

"Hyung! How could you say something like that?"

"I never lie." The other guy-sharp features, gorgeous cheekbones-says dryly with a smirk, and fuck, if it's not the most attractive thing you've seen in a while.

The wilderness must already be getting to you.

Obvious model man sits back, staring down the rest of the circle with an unreadable expression and sharp eyes. "Lee Minho. Fifth year."

You'd place bets on the fact that Chan, Changbin, and Minho all started together.

Fuck, the campers-female and male alike-must have had the time of their lives with all the eye candy that year.

"Cool, so that's everybody." Chan claps his hands once more, and like you, Changbin looks ready to leap forward and rip them off his body if he does it one more time. "I assume everyone found their cabins?"

There are a few silent nods, and Chan grins. "Perfect." He looks down at his watch. "The campers will be arriving in about half an hour. What say we get hyped?"

Beside you, Seungmin groans.

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"I'm gonna place bets that you've never fished before."

"Really?" You huff, squinting up at him, outlined by the dropping sun, sticking yourself once again with the stupid little hook and dropping the wriggling worm onto the dock with a curse under your breath. "What gave it away?"

"Well first off-" Chan crouches down beside you, picking up the worm trying to escape and carefully taking the barbed hook from your bleeding fingers. "You're holding the worm like it will bite you."

You make a face as he easily puts the worm on the hook. "You don't know that it won't."

Chan laughs, handing you back the now baited fishing pole, and you take it reluctantly, still staring at the wriggling worm with some sort of macabre horror.

"They don't have teeth. So, pretty sure you're safe."

He sits down beside you on the edge of the dock, and you can feel him watching you from the corner of your eye, staring at the fishing pole limp in your hands, before he huffs a little chuckle and leans over to place his hand over yours.

You start, but let him show you how to cast the line into the water, the little bobber bobbing on the waves created by the campers swimming and playing just down the beach.

"There." He says with obvious satisfaction, removing his hand from yours and sitting back, leaning on his elbows as the last few rays of the sun slant across his face.

You hold incredibly still, because you're suddenly worried that you'll scare the fish away if you move.

Yeah, 'the fish.'

You sit in silence for several minutes, enjoying the atmosphere of the lake, the sound of the kids laughing and splashing, and when you look to Chan, his eyes are closed, face upturned to the sun.

He cracks open an eye, and you quickly look away.

"I don't think we're going to catch anything." His voice is close to your ear, low and his breath warm, and you jump, turning to see that he's in your space now, his brown eyes flecked with gold this close.

You swallow and wet your lips.

"Probably not. A waste really."

His eyes flicker down your face to your lips, and it takes everything in you not to bolt. "Maybe not a total waste."

You hold your breath as he inches closer, and then, a splash of cold water hits your legs and you shriek, scrabbling back from the edge of the dock.

A wet, dark head of hair appears, and Jisung laughs so hard you think he might choke, treading water at the edge of the dock as you glare down at him.

"Jisung!"

"Sorry." He snickers, but he doesn't look sorry in the least. "You just looked a little too dry for a swim day, ya know?"

Chan sighs and begins to pack up the fishing equipment, and you move to help him as Changbin appears, dripping lake water onto the wood, a towel wrapped around his waist, feet stuffed into sandy flip flops.

You try not to stare too long at the way his bared, bronzed chest ripples with his movements.

"Fucking kids." He grumbles beneath his breath, shaking out his drenched hair, curly now that it's wet, hanging heavily over his brow. "One rule."

You stare at him curiously, noting that he has a tattoo on his own bicep much like the flash of the one you'd seen on Chan the first day. "What's the rule?"

Jisung does an easy backstroke around the dock and back, staring up at the appearing stars while he floats on his back.

"Don't get pretty boy's hair wet."

Changbin glowers at him, and kicks a pebble off the dock in his direction, which Jisung easily avoids by ducking beneath the water.

"It gets unruly, okay? You wouldn't understand, but the curls-" Changbin protests, motioning to the mop of wet curls on his head helplessly. "I'll be untangling the fucking things for days!"

Jisung cracks up again, spitting water, and beside you, Chan huffs a chuckle beneath his breath.

"I'm sure Jinnie will let you borrow his hair products." He says, shoving the last of the tackle and bait into the box and closing it with a snap.

"I will do no such thing." Hyunjin appears, towel looped around his neck, dark hair looking flawless, like he just hadn't been swimming in dirty lake water for hours.

He and Jennie have the whole perfect, flawless human being even in the wilderness and you have no idea how the fuck they do it thing in common.

"C'mon, Jinnie. Help me out." Changbin whines, throwing an arm around Hyunjin's neck, putting him in a loose headlock as he tries to struggle away.

"No way, hyung. Let me go."

"Counselor Bang!"

You all glance up, Changbin releasing Hyunjin, at the sound of the voice, as one of the campers, a boy-Beomgyu?-picks his way unsteadily toward you down the beach.

He waves, as if you can't see him, and calls out, "We're ready to start the bonfire!"

Chan stands, waving back to the boy with a nod as he announces, "Okay, Gyu! Thanks! We'll all be right there!"

"Hey, Gyu!" Jisung calls, hopping out of the water and onto the dock with ease, water sloshing off of him in waves. The boy pauses and looks at Jisung curiously as he approaches him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Have you seen Counselor Seo's hair? It looks ridiculous!"

Changbin growls a sigh, and Hyunjin pats him on the back sympathetically.

"C'mon." Chan hides a grin, shooing you all toward the direction of the beach and the waiting campers. "Let's go supervise before they try to start a fire themselves."

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You're warm and toasty, sitting close to the slowly dying fire, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the night quiet.

All the campers are in bed, and it's just the counselors gathered around the remains of the bonfire now, roasting marshmallows and socializing in small groups.

Jennie waves at you from across the fire, looking up from her group for a moment, and you give her a little wave in return.

Minho sits down beside you, poker in hand, and begins to scrape at the red hot embers beneath the last burning log.

You give him a sidelong glance. "Not a marshmallow fan, I take it?"

Minho scoffs, but his focus remains on the fire. "Not a chance. I loathe most camp food actually."

You bite back a grin and hum beneath your breath, stretching your shoes out toward the warmth of the fire.

"Why do you stay?"

Minho lets out a long breath between his teeth, and then juts his chin off toward your left.

"Because I like that idiot."

Your eyes land on Jisung, making walrus tusks with some straws and making Jeongin laugh, and you smile, tilting your head, watching him for a moment, before you glance back to Minho.

"I get that."

Minho shifts, resuming his poking of the fire, and silence falls once more.

Your eyes are heavy, your limbs warm, when Minho mutters beside you, "Fuck. Not this again."

You blink a few times, stirring, and glance in the direction he's looking.

Jeongin, Seungmin, and Jisung are all setting up instruments beside the fire-Jeongin struggling with an overly large keyboard as he tries to get the legs on even ground, Seungmin and Jisung toting guitars around their necks.

"What-" You start to say, and Minho shakes his head.

"Fucking campfire songs. Why we do this every fucking year-" He grumbles beneath his breath, pushing himself up and disappearing god knows where.

Probably out of hearing distance of the music.

You're almost tempted to follow him, but Chan takes his place instantly, Felix sliding in on your other side, sandwiching you on the log.

"So." You say, trying to ignore the warmth of their arms brushing your own. "Campfire songs."

"Yeah." Felix laughs, shaking his head, watching Jisung tune his guitar and lead the other two in a silly little ditty of warm ups. "Tradition."

Chan grimaces slightly as Jeongin hits a screeching out of tune note on the keyboard, before he glances to you and shrugs helplessly, repeating Felix's earlier statement, "Tradition."

Changbin appears then, looming behind you all, a look of regret on his handsome features.

You glance up at him, and he purses his lips, eyes on the trio across the fire, leading some of the other groups in a terribly off key rendition of "Hot Cross Buns."

"It's honestly so sad. We should stop them."

Chan chuckles, reaching for a marshmallow and a roasting stick. "Let them have this, Bin. They love it."

"And I hate it." Changbin mutters beneath his breath with a arched brow in your direction as you laugh.

"I dunno. They're getting better?" You question, wincing slightly as the string of a guitar snaps and a wrong note shrieks.

"Not even the patron saint of summer camps could make those fools any better." Hyunjin remarks with a look of obvious disgust, sliding onto the end of the log next to Felix, his arm going around the other boy's waist.

"There's a patron saint of summer camps?" You ask with a laugh, and Hyunjin nods, face serious.

"Of fucking course there is."

"It's her first year, Jinnie, be nice." Felix laughs, nudging the other boy in the side as he huffs and gives a shrug.

Behind you, Changbin winces as the band hits another off note. "Probably her last too, honestly."

"Oh my god." Felix claps his hands, sitting up suddenly, eyes bright. "Does anyone else remember-"

"No." Hyunjin replies instantly, boredly inspecting his nails.

Felix rolls his eyes good naturedly and keeps going. "Let me rephrase... does anyone else here, except those with amnesia, remember-"

You tune out the rest of his words, staring in shock at Hyunjin, who still looks entirely too pretty and entirely too nonplussed to be here.

"You have amnesia?"

Hyunjin looks up, shrugging casually.

Chan laughs beside you, and leans in to your space, and his warmth against your back is warmer than the fire could ever be.

"Stick around for next year, newbie, and maybe we'll tell you that story."

You glance back at him, dark eyes flecked with gold, bronze skin glowing in the light of the fire, lips curved into a smile, and then down at your obnoxiously orange shirt with the overly large words COUNSELOR stamped across the front.

Suddenly, the mosquitos and the smoke and the cold lake and the dozens of rebellious twelve year olds don't seem like such big problems anymore.

"Yeah." You agree, hiding a smile of your own, as you turn back to Felix and Hyunjin's bickering. "I just might."

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2 Years Later.....

"Okay, everybody settle down." You call out, motioning for the sea of orange shirts to find seats in the chaos of the mess hall.

Once everyone is mostly settled, you put on your biggest smile and spread your arms wide.

There are a couple of wolf whistles from the wings belonging to Jisung and Hyunjin, but you steadily ignore them.

"I'm Head Counselor (Y/N). Welcome to Camp Stay."

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ellemany · 1 year

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Chamber and Harbor: An Unnecessary comparison

Like, we are all giving up on Chamber at this point. I'm not judging, I'm also letting him go. I mean, we are all Andy changing toys here.

But, should we?

I'll make a comparison between our newest boys that no one asked for but we should think for reinforce our arguments that Harbor is better.

(There's NSFW at the end of the post, nothing specially explicit but it is still me being thirsty for boys that don't exists)

Design

Chamber

Stylish (I like it ok?), not practical

Idk if men need a tie for shooting someone. But, apparentely, Chamber needs it.

Cool Watch

Gold tattoos

Hair 7/10

Nice boobs

Bonus headcanon: He has an one side dimple

Harbor

Tactical clothes, more usuful for a shooting

Good colors

Literally, a Ben 10 watch and the Infinity Stones

His tattoos screams straight man at the gym

Hair 9/10 (good loose bun)

Interesting bíceps, I would like to study it better

Bonus Headcanon: He has the funny habit to play with his mustache when he is distracted

Agent Trailer

Chamber

8/10

I like how we kind of got what his skills are, but there's a whole mistery around him like "Is he frindly or an enemy? What's his story?"

Also, good choice for a soundtrack

Don't you dare to look in my face and say that you didn't thought that he was hot as hell at the time

Harbor

7,5/10

"Alvida" *screams in fangirling*

Cool powers

Generic backstory but it works

Bonus: Both messed up with Brimstone in the time that they met 🥰

( If you're wondering, my 10/10 Agent Trailer is Neon's one )

Selection Screen

Chamber

6/10

Baby boy is trying too hard to look badass

Harbor

8/10

Straight out from Bollywood movie (but it's not Astra's selection screen so... No 10/10)

Chracteristics

So, in my opinion, Chamber looks skinny and has some pretty long legs (considering his art). While Harbor seems to be more muscular. I have a headcanon that even thought both practice swimming, Chamber is more into aerobic exercises (breathe control is essential to a good shooter and I think that his telephoter has a height limit) and Harbor is into anaerobic exercises (Ancient artefacts are rough to carry)

In short

Chamber is fast

Harbor is strong

Chamber's personality

Gun Nerd

Jokes like your uncle in Christmas

Egocentric

Show-off

Questionable flirting skills

Musical taste: 5/10 (at the beginning you try to like it but, after a few minutes, you start to question all your life choices)

Now, I must defend my older babyboy. He might be a faker, trying to earn everyone's trust just to probably stab us all in the back BUT when he get his pet gun and starts to having fun killing people it's so... Adorable. C'mon, sometimes a man just needs to be a kid with his toys to gain a girl's heart.

Oh yeah, He might be a genocide too, only a detail

Also, Chamber canonically can play the piano

Harbor's personality

History/Architecture nerd

Actual funny

Often uses "we", good at teamwork

Show-off

Some flirting skills, might work

Musical taste: 10/10 (I AM THE RAJAAAAAAAAAAAA)

I like how genuine he sounds in his voice lines, it's very cute

Headcanon that he plays the ukelele

Gameplay

Chamber

Aim is needed, not for me

Nerfed every time

RIP Marks

But it's cool to use Rendez-vous at the Range at least

His ult voice line is 🤌🤌🤌

"Wanna play...""NO I DON'T WANT TO PLAY LEAVE ME ALONE 😭😭😭😭"

Harbor

Very fun

Pretty abilities (Sorry Viper)

Bulletproof smoke and his wall are pretty op if used right

Still needs abilities and idk how to think propely in this game

Badass ult, regular voice line

"I suggest you move" "oh, such a gentleman, I will move for you"

Who's better in bed?

Chamber fucks, Harbor makes love

That's it, that's the argument

Also, friendly reminder that even by some reason French people are know as deeply romantic and more opened to new experiences, Indians that created the Kama Sutra

So yes Love can be made in any way

That's all, hope you liked it

#me kind of trying #valorant #valorant chamber #valorant harbor #seemed fun in my head #Spotify

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twotales · 1 year

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Pigeons

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Rodney McKay, Radek Zelenka

Pairing: Rodney McKay/Radek Zelenka

Rating: G

Word Count: 848

Tags: Old Age, Established Relationship, Fluff, Bickering, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Post-Canon, Pigeons

Summary: Just taking the daily walk to the park.

Notes: This fic is inspired by this tumblr post. More notes and translations at the end.

Read On AO3

Rodney pulled on his boots and tied them snugly, his back and knees creaking as he stood. He put his coat on, his arthritic fingers fumbling with the buttons.

"You never bought me a single coat without buttons. I swear you've been trying to kill me since we met."

"You are delusional. I have done nothing but support your arrogant ass for fifty years."

A lopsided smile grew across Rodney's face as he pulled a toque over his white hair.

"Forty-seven. And if by “support” you mean “follow me around like a lost duckling.” Then yes, you did." He lifted his chin. "Let’s be honest here, you imprinted on me and I just couldn't shake you off."

He could see the man looking at him from over the top of his glasses. “If I didn't love you," he said. “Už bych tě vyhodil z okna.” His eyes gleamed. “I když myslím, že ještě není pozdě.”

Rodney's smile broadened as he picked up his satchel, checking to make sure he had everything. "You know I can understand all that now, and I am one hundred percent sure your mother wouldn't be too happy to hear you threaten me with defenestration."

"Mm, yes, I am regretting past decisions." He pushed his glasses up his nose. "The first of which is introducing you to my mother."

Rodney swung the bag over his shoulder and opened the door. He grimaced as the harsh wind hit his face. "Jesus, you just had to love somewhere cold, huh?"

"No one said you must live here Rodney."

Rodney locked the door and rubbed his arms before starting the daily walk. "Are you kidding? If I’d left you to your own devices you would have blown up half of Europe."

"I am not the one who goes around destroying things." His lips tilted up, "I do seem to recall someone blowing up 5/6th of a solar system though." He held his palm out. "Is it possible that you know of this person?"

"Oh c'mon, that was forever ago." Rodney threw his hands up, "Could we all just move on already?"

"Maybe one could move on if one was not being constantly told he would destroy one's homeland if left to his own devices."

"Fine," Rodney turned into the park and rolled his eyes. "I'll stop telling you that."

His brows lifted, "And you promise this?"

Rodney was all teeth. "Never."

"Well, then I will never move on."

Rodney's lips trembled. "I wish that were true."

He sat on their usual bench and put the satchel next to him. He pulled out his lunchbox and a sack. He opened the lid and took out his sandwich. He snorted as the inevitable birds came off their perches to be closer to the food.

"How could you love these things?"

"Do not even start. They are beautiful creatures."

"More like rats with wings." Rodney said while chewing.

“Oh, “rat’s with wings,” he says." He throws a hand up. "Bah! They are nothing like some rat." He pointed into his palm." They are docile and affectionate creatures who have contributed more to civilization than any other species of bird." He held said finger up, "They can be trained to tell the difference between Bach and Stravinsky you know.” He gesticulated wildly, “But of course, people complain about them, call them rats. We are the ones that brought them here! And yet we forget and treat them like nothing. But they remember even if we don’t. They are intelligent animals who do not fear us because we domesticated them.”

Rodney opened the sack and sifted his hand through the small seeds."I love it when you get wound up."

He knew that man would pull back, eyes lighting up, a dimple-popping smile spreading over his face because Rodney didn’t say such things often and the thing was he loved it when Rodney got wound up too. It was just how they were, how they would always be. Rodney threw a handful of birdseed and watched the birds peck and coo.

He could see the man on the bench smiling down at them, holding his hand out to pet one, the backs of his fingers rubbing gently up its neck. "Jsi můj oblíbenec."

"That is disgusting," Rodney said fondly.

He scowled. "Rodney, they are less disgusting than humans."

"Yeah, well, I don't like those either."

Rodney smiled as he said it. He could see the man chuckling at him, eyes crinkling on the sides as they closed lightly.

Rodney finished his sandwich and sighed, wiping the crumbs off toward the group of happy birds. His throat tightened as he zeroed in on one with a bar wing pattern. Two perfectly symmetrical solid black stripes across each one. He spread a pile of seeds next to it. His hand moved slowly, making sure the bird was aware of his intent. He gently ran the back of his fingers up its iridescent green and purple neck. The pigeon cooed happily as tears welled up in his eyes.

"You would have been Radek's favorite."

As always, I would like to thank @all-mighty-yaoiyuri The Czech who checks my Czech. (ᕗ-^▿^)ᕗ ❤

More Notes:

Not going to lie, I cried several times while writing this, like, I am talking bawling my eyes out crying. And just so everyone knows, Radek died of old age, he did not suffer in any way and got to spend the rest of his life contributing to science and bickering with the man he loved the most.

Translations:

Už bych tě vyhodil z okna: I'd throw you out the window.

I když myslím, že ještě není pozdě: Although, I don't think it's too late.

Jsi můj oblíbenec: You're my favorite.

#I broke myself just a bit writing this #but I am quite proud of it actually #despite the sadness #sga #stargate atlantis #fanfic #myfic #twotalesff #rodney mckay #radek zelenka #ZelenKay #Rodney Mckay/Radek Zelenka #pigeons

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mydayserenade · 10 months

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Eternal Sunshine

synopsis: yunho lives a quaint but pleasing life with his one and only confidant, san. the sun has always been a emblem of their love for one another, the start of something new... or so yunho thought.

yunho x san

TW: mentions of death and blood, tackles a little bit on psychological matters (voices in head, delirium, mental manipulation), swearing

a/n: hi everyone! kay here! this will be my first fic ever since i took a break from writing (i'm gonna give you the same reasons anyways as to why i've been allowing this account to collect dust, so no need for a lengthy discussion on that) so please go easy on me as i am currently working on my momentum as well as completely shake off the writer's block in me. admittedly, i have been having difficulties picking up inspirations, plots or even a smidge of an idea to create a whole fic so its a godsent that i was able to form this. so please, do enjoy :) and thank you for your patience <3

please DO NOT REPOST on other sites unless credits will be indicated.

this is simply a work of fiction.

"You think it's feasible for us to live together soon?"

"Not really... Is that a bad thing?"

Yunho looks intently at the boy beside him who had answered his question in a nonchalant tone-- it was clear that Yunho's significant other had already thought of the answer to such a staple question. A deck in the index cards that couples would often bring up.

"You obviously have some nerve to say that." Yunho replies with distaste. San scooches near him to swoon him over with his cutesy mannerisms and sweet apologies. Though Yunho made it clear that he was clearly unamused by what he has heard, looking at the eye-smile and prominent dimples pleading him for forgiveness was enough to take the bait.

As he felt the need to explain his answer to avoid creating a storm, San gently lands his hand on top of Yunho's. "It's not that I don't want to..." San treaded carefully. "I just don't think we're ready to head that next part in our books." Yunho lets out an exasperated sigh to such a bleak answer.

"What is it? Is it because I'm too much of a clean-freak?"

"No, not really."

"Then what Choi San? Give me one good reason as to why you think you can't move in yet."

San moves an inch away from Yunho as he felt the smoldering glare daggering at him burn in his soul. As much as he wanted to say an answer, he couldn't. He shouldn't.

"C'mon Yunho, let's head on out to the shore." San offers a hand out to Yunho as he stood from his place.

"You're avoiding my question again."

"Just please. Stand up and let's look at the sunset together." San said sternly, to which Yunho couldn't do anything but oblige to it.

As the couple walked down the granular terrain, the sea breeze and golden rays welcomed them to their Cloud nine. It was no doubt that their happiness relied on the beauty of the sun, all their doubts and worries would often simmer and dissipate thanks to the long hours of just staring at the orange sky. The sun was their great escape, a key to their hearts, a symbol of their love and how it began.

"After this, we are definitely gonna need to talk." Yunho breaks the silence shared between the two as they stopped in their tracks to appreciate nature's calling.

"You know how to definitely swoon me over. I love you and fucking hate you for that."

San chuckles in amusement to hear Yunho's comment. "You're welcome for that."

As the two gaze at the sun readying itself to give the moon her morning, Yunho's attention lies in the sea as he watches two turtles making ashore.

"San, San you've got to see this!" Yunho excitedly calls out his beloved while keeping his eyes on the two shelled friends. However, no response can be heard.

"Choi San did you not hear me?" Yunho pulls himself out of his gaze to turn to San who was silent as a rock.

Beside the space that was once invaded by a man dressed to the nines, was a disheveled and limp body all dressed and coated in crimson. His eyes were opened, looking directly at Yunho and blood was starting to coagulate the sand that is underneath the body.

"S-s.. San...? SAN? CHOI SAN." All Yunho could do was scream and shout his name as he watched his lover turn into a decomposing mess in a blink of an eye. Yunho immediately wipes off with his bare hands the blood masking the entirety of San's body.

"San, San, San!!!" Yunho grieves out and growls in pain, embracing the corpse of his lover. As he wailed and pleaded for supernatural deities to accept his offers, the whole sky surrounding the crisp beach suddenly turns black. No emitting light to rescue their momentary blindness, no stars in the sky to lead them the way, no moon to serve. It was just a pitch dark, and black environment.

"What the fuck is going on." Was all Yunho could make out of this moment, still holding onto San in his tight grasp. As he tried and make his way to a safe spot; a wall meets his body as he slams against it and falls back loudly in return.

"This isn't fucking funny, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Yunho feels around the encapsulated area around him. Black vinyl panels completely covering the four walls locking him in. He wasn't sure what kind of trip he was on, but the only thing mattered to him was getting San to where he needed to be.

"That's just a dummy you dumb fuck." A high-pitched whisper perks up Yunho's ear.

Yunho looks down to where he was holding San. From a body, it quickly switched to a ragdoll. Yunho threw it across the room aggressively and bangs on the walls to garner anyone's attention.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE SAN."

"You're baby Sannie's long gone, and it's all because of you." Another voice enters.

"YOU PIECES OF SHIT. YOU ARE THE REASON FOR HIM. SHOW YOURSELF YOU FUCKING COWARDS." Yunho continues to bang on the walls as the voices grew louder.

"You can't see us, we are just the mere voices in your head." The shrieks of the unknown voices get louder as Yunho tries to shield them out by covering his ears. "Don't you feel an ounce of guilt for what happened to your lover? The one you made to suffer?"

"Guilt? What fucking guilt?"

"Exactly. You had none of it." The voices shouted in anger by which Yunho took to heart.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

Punches and bangs were repeated as Yunho tried to single out the voices as it became more prominent and bigger than ever. As he wept and punched and banged, a digitalized alarm clock suddenly appears itself out of thin air. Yunho pauses as he was caught off guard by the blaring green light that the clock had emitted.

"11:59 P.M?" Yunho picks up the clock to look at it in detail, but before he could make out what was presented in front of him-- abyss meets his vision and gravity becomes his enemy; all the while an ear-piercing tone of the clock echoes throughout the empty space, resonating its signal that it has made it to 12:00.

Yunho suddenly wakes and jumps out to what felt like an eternity of falling. He confusedly looks around the environment that he is in. White wooden panels, fitted sheets, and the smell of breakfast. But before he could make any sense of what had manifested, a familiar face greets him in the entry way.

Yunho takes shallow breaths before making out his words.

"S... Sa... San?"

#ateez #yunho #ateez yunho #san #ateez san #ateez fic #atz #ateez fanfic #yunsan

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nagdabbit · 2 years

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a song that will dig into my bones (6/?)

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four , Five

words: 2k

jon moxley/bryan danielson

(everything is awful, have some softness from bryans pov as he has himself a good old fashioned crisis)

also on ao3

Bryan had only been reaching for the lightswitch when the whole stairwell lit up.

Jon was standing at the top of the stairs, looking just as startled as Bryan felt. He had a few canvas bags slung over a shoulder, keys in his hand like he was locking his apartment door. "You're early," Jon murmured, watching him warily.

Bryan used to think Jon would never be more handsome than he was right before a pin. All that power, that desperation and determination, that frenzied rally. He was something wild. Something terrible and chaotic.

But here he was, looking washed out under the shitty fluorescent light, the most handsome Bryan could remember him being. Even if he he was wearing a fucking leather jacket. Even if he had a pair of glasses—likely so scratched he couldn't even see out of them—shoved up onto his forehead like he'd already been up working in the dark hours of the morning. But he looked soft, too, like he'd just woken up. Dark bags beneath his eyes and a pillow crease still cutting across his cheek.

It was kind of infuriating, actually. Bryan had thought he was over getting fluttery and stupid around the man, over that empty sort of heart ache. It compounded. First it was Jon—Dean, then—arm in arm with Seth and Roman like they'd take on the world, and the jealousy had settled in Bryan's gut like some festering, hissing thing. And then he'd started dancing around Renee, and the way he'd looked at her had put a crack right through his chest.

And then he'd been gone. Nothing and no one there to pine for, just a hole left where he'd been. And Bryan had carried on, thinking he could patch those cracks and move on. But his chest was gaping open again, all because he was bored and needed something to read.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep." He nodded toward the rest of the shop, "Figured you'd be up working already, but the place was dark."

Jon's lips twitched up into a smile, and he relaxed, turning to finish locking up. "Don't open 'til noon on the weekends. Saturday mornings are for errands."

He couldn't help himself. "Oh, so you do know how to stop working."

Jon snorted out a laugh, shoulders bouncing just a little. "Yeah, yeah. Fuck you, too, Danielson."

"What? I don't have a lot of evidence to the contrary."

"Yes, you do."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

He turned and started down the stairs, arms open in a here I am sort of gesture. "I'm alive, ain't I?"

"If you told me you survived on glue and paper, I'd probably believe you," he joked, and got to watch Jon laugh. Got to see his eyes go squinty, and deep dimples cut into those boyish cheeks, beneath his gingery scruff.

He studied the man in front of him, trying to catalog anything and everything he could. Like he could patch up those gaping holes with scraps.

Jon stomped down a few more steps, until he was three back from Bryan and an extra foot and a half taller. "You comin' with me? Or you wanna kick around here? I can lend you my couch, and you can try and get a little more shuteye?"

He'd expected to be given a to-do list for the shop, or maybe just get shoved back toward his hotel. "I suppose I'll join you, if you don't mind."

"Nah, it'll be nice to have an extra set of hands," he said, dismissively. He pushed past Bryan, and out into the alley, "C'mon, then."

Outside it was mid-November cold, and Bryan immediately began to shiver. He'd worn only a sweater on the short drive over, just because he was so used to the warmth of the shop. He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping Jon wasn't parked too far away. "So, what errands are you running today?"

"Food, mostly." He started off down the alley like he just expected Bryan to follow.

He wanted to be annoyed, but it wasn't as if Jon was wrong to expect it. He kept up his step as they crossed the small parking lot between Jon's building and the next, "Groceries?"

"Uh huh, yeah. Next week is the last week my favorite farmer's market is open for the season," he muttered, digging into one of his bags. "You want coffee?"

"An actual coffee, sure."

Jon made a face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Not coffee-flavored sugar syrup, for one."

"Yeah, yeah, Mister Health Nut over here." Jon gave his shoulder a light shove, then went back to his searching as he blindly walked between cars, clumsily bumping his hip into every third one. "Gotta stop at the café up here, get my bread for the week. Figured I owed you breakfast if you're gonna be my pack mule for the day."

"Oh, is that what I am?" He wanted to pretend to be offended, just for a moment, but he couldn't really stop the little smile pulling at his lips. Especially not when Jon made a little ha! of triumph, and pulled the right book out of his bag.

"Big, strong wrestle boy like you? Be stupid not to make you carry my bags." He turned his head just enough to flash another grin at Bryan, and pulled open the café door. He held the door for Bryan, like he was a gentleman. Fuck's sake, and Bryan could feel the heat of a hand hovering over the small of his back as he entered. "Want somethin' savory or sweet?"

"Uh, I'm fine."

"Nah, s'cool, they got vegan stuff," Jon said, waving a hand dismissively, like he'd forgotten that Bryan stopped in damn near every time he was in Philly. "Last time Seth was out, he brought Sami with him. Raved about it, apparently."

That stung, a little, but it was fine. "What's Sami think of the place?"

"Hm? Oh, no idea. Seth didn't actually bring him by," he murmured, absently, as he pat his pockets for his wallet. And those stupid, scratched to hell, glasses were a single good shake of his head from slinding back down his face.

Bryan felt like he'd been thrown into a whole different universe.

Jon made another little noise of triumph, then tugged Bryan along through the crowded tables by the sleeve of his sweater. "Hey, Katie, is Gene in?" Jon asked, without preamble, the moment he reached the counter.

She rolled her eyes and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. "Supposed to be his day off, but he's in back."

"Cool," he said with a nod, fingertips of his empty hand drumming a little pattern on the countertop. "I'll have the usual, and throw in a, uh, hmm." He gave Bryan a short, appraising look, "Vanilla latte with oatmilk, right? Right. And you got any of those vegan tart things left? Oh, shit, soy allergy, right?"

Bryan nodded, dumbly. He didn't remember ever telling Jon that. "Sensitivity, but—"

"That got soy?" he asked, turning back to the bemused Katie.

"No, it doesn't," she laughed, and then raised her eyebrows at Bryan. "Vanilla latte alright, or does something else suit you better?"

"Uh, pour over. Yirgacheffe, please," he said, grateful for the bouy.

Jon just rolled his eyes and tossed a handful of bills on the counter. "Fine, spoilsport. You wait for the stuff, I'll be right back."

Bryan felt like he'd just been batted around in the surf. Unsteady, knocked about, a little dizzy. In the span of forty seconds, Jon had knocked him absolutely senseless.

"He's like that," Katie said, helpfully, and pushed the bills back toward Bryan. "This one is on the house, I think."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes again. "He never brings new people. This is practically a national holiday."

Huh. Huh. Okay.

He nodded and reached to drop a twenty in the tip jar, but even that was thwarted.

Katie placed a hand over the tip jar, expression bordering on exasperated, "Dude, no, he tips more than he pays. Put it back in his wallet, or something."

Cautiously, he retracted his hand and stepped out of the way when she shooed him on down the counter.

He felt like he'd been hit by too many revelations to keep track of. His head was full of static as all the new bits and puzzle pieces shifted about, trying to complete a whole new picture. It could have been ten seconds or ten minutes of waiting, and he wouldn't have been able to tell which.

Jon's usual, when it was dropped at his elbow, was unsurprising, to be quite honest. Some sugar-sweet monstrosity, a soft looking honey-oat loaf, and a large, gooey cinnamon roll.

This was Jon's routine, one he apparently didn't deviate from, and he'd included Bryan without question. He wondered if Eddie had ever accompanied him on errands, if Wheeler was ever towed along to the farmer's market. He still kept in touch with Claudio; Bryan had to wonder if the man had opinions on the coffee, if he let Jon order for him, if he, too, had a usual.

But she'd said new. Jon didn't bring new people.

Jon emerged from the kitchen, waving over his shoulder to someone that Bryan couldn't see. "Hey, you good?"

No, he absolutely was not. He nodded. "Yeah."

"Cool, let's roll." Jon carefully stowed his bread away, scooped up his breakfast and headed for the door.

It wasn't often that Bryan felt—unsteady. Like he couldn't quite get his feet under him. Just a couple seconds slow on the jump. He grabbed his own coffee, his own breakfast—the one Jon had ordered for him—and scrambled to follow.

He felt like he looked like an idiot. Katie winked at him. It didn't help at all.

The splash of cold morning air didn't do much to wake him up, but following along toward Jon's vehicle sure did.

It wasn't what Bryan expected.

It was a fucking hatchback. Jon drove a hatchback. Not that gas-guzzling, too-big extended cab monstrosity he bought himself all those years ago. The Jon Moxley he remembered—Dean Ambrose, professional lunatic, loud mouth, better wrestler than he ever let on—spent a couple of paychecks on his dream truck. Was proud of it, took care of it, drove it everywhere he could.

The Jon Moxley he was growing so goddamn fond of—shop owner, book conservator, homebody—drove a fuel-efficient hatchback. It was blue.

"What happened to your truck?"

He blinked, almost like he'd completely forgotten. "Oh, just didn't make sense havin' a truck that size when I'm not really traveling that much anymore. Besides, if I'm hauling anythin' these days, it's made of paper. Don't wanna leave books in a truck bed and hope for the best."

"No, I suppose not."

He shrugged, still so reasonable and easy-going, "And the insurance payment is cheaper, anyway."

He'd been such a spitfire with a mic, a maniac in the ring, a scumbag back on the indies—so loud and brash—that Bryan had almost forgotten there was a man underneath it all. Hell, it wasn't as if he himself didn't play his own kind of role when the cameras were on.

Or maybe he'd just spent those years after Jon left fabricating someone else in his own head.

The man he remembered was a wildfire. But maybe that was just the only part of himself he ever wanted to let people see.

"You want to run your bread upstairs?" he asked, scrambling for something normal to say.

"Hm? Oh, nah, I usually don't. Saves time," Jon said, dismissively, as he rummaged around in the backseat. "'Sides, I'll just get distracted by somethin' or other. Might get hungry on the drive back."

"Better to be prepared," Bryan agreed, shaking his head, fondly. "Thank you, by the way," he called out, watching Jon over the roof of the car. "I don't even remember telling you about the soy thing, but thanks for remembering."

Jon froze, just a split second, before he ducked his head. "It's nothing." He glanced at Bryan out of the corner of his eye for a moment, like he was gauging a reaction, before he ducked down into the driver's seat.

Huh. Who knew Jon Moxley could blush?

#why use drugs when you can used books #aew fanfiction #aew fic #moxbry #jon moxely #bryan danielson

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