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hydrngea · 1 year

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gyming

a/n : this was a very self indulgent fic that’s very unedited but i hope you enjoy!! this is gonna be a series of short somewhat connected blurbs of gymbro!rafe :))

summary : your first time at a new gym doesn’t start off too great until you meet your new gymbro. | rafe cameron x f!reader, rafe is a gym rat in this, reader is extremely thirsty and downbad lol, fluff.

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it took you a good 2 months after moving to the obx to try out the local gym.

you know, you know. there’s nothing really to be afraid of; you know how all the machines work and you don’t have to worry much about your form. it’s just now that you’ve moved away for college, you don’t have your best friend working out side by side with you. and it’s got you nervous.

you finally mustered up the courage after a long facetime call with her. you were gonna do it. expand your horizons.

you felt instantly relieved when you walked into the gym and it was empty. you always thought that nine o’clock at night was the perfect time to go, since all the machines and benches were empty a couple hours before the gym closes.

you look around. there’s about 4 people in the gym other than yourself.

there’s some guy in the corner by the deadlift platform that seems to think he’s batman;with a weird all black getup, wearing…combat boots?

another two are a really cringe high school couple. bleh.

and then the last one by the bench presses.

woah. he’s hot. you think, panning him from far away and taking him in. he’s literally lifting triple the amount of weight you can. you didn’t even know the arm had so many muscle groups.

alright, maybe this new gym isn’t so bad.

you find your way to an open bench and put your stuff down. you stare at the plates for a good minute or two and wonder what would be the best the start with. you decide on a safer weight to warm up. it has been more than a few weeks since you’ve benched.

you lay onto the bench and place you hands into position, puffing out your chest while sucking in a tight breath.

you push up on the bar and immediately regret your overconfidence. the weight moves too heavy, yet you still force yourself to continue with reps.

2…3…4..

you’re so close to hitting 6 reps, but suddenly at the end of the forth one your arms give out and the bar begins to fall on you chest.

you do your best to prepare for the blow, but it never comes. you blink a couple times and realize a pair of strong hands have pulled up the bar from you and a handsome face mirrors yours.

oh god. it’s him. the cute guy.

“easy there, sweetheart.” his gruff voice cuts through your thoughts you immediately fall in love.

he places the bar onto the hinges with ease and you quickly sit up on the bench, face burning. your hands are as red as a tomato from the right grip you had on the bar, and your wrist aches from the failed lift.

you pull your headphones off of your head and turn your neck to look at him, “i’m so sorr-“

you begin to apologize but he cuts you off with a chuckle.

“nah, what are you apologizing for? i’m sorry for not asking if you wanted a spot earlier.”

earlier? did he notice me earlier?

“this used to be my warm up.” you say with your head low, a small scoff coming out during the beginning of your sentence.

the stranger shrugs, “well for the first few sets it looked like you were handling it just fine.”

you raise a brow, not able to control the sudden urge for flirtation that comes upon you. “were you watching me?”

he crosses his arms over the bar and leans against it, shaking his head which caused his hair to shuffle a bit and his muscles to flex in the most mesmerizing way ever.

you’re sure you gawking at him and that you should probably avert your eyes from his body but you kinda can’t help it.

“of course i was. couldn’t stop but notice the pretty girl that walked in.”

you roll you eyes at the comment, shaking your head. “i doubt that i’m pretty.”

he scoffs. “you’re the prettiest girl in here.”

“is that because i’m the only girl in here?” you question, undoing your loose ponytail to redo it.

“you know what i meant, pretty girl.”

“mm. sure…pretty boy.” you test out the nickname and he smiles at you for the first time. you swear your feel butterflies all over your body at the simple action.

he takes a step out towards the front of the bench to face you. “how ‘bout we spot each other so we don’t get hurt, pretty girl?” he suggest, a lop sided smile curving onto his gorgeous face.

god. why are you so down bad for a guy you just met?

“why not?” you acquiesce, sending him your own mirroring grin in return.

you think it’s safe to say this won’t be the last time you’d visiting this gym.

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maochira · 11 months

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dad!ego's child meets the bllk team? theyre not a soccer player and are actually very not into it </3 thanks!

I have to enter my dad!Ego era again jskjfh (I never left it I just write so little for him lately I'M SORRY)

Synopsis: You never cared much for soccer and don't understand much about it, but of course you still want to be on your father's side during the U-20 match - that includes meeting the Blue Lock Eleven before that.

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Tags: gn!Ego's kid!reader, aged up Ego so him having a teenager kid makes sense

For months, you listened to your father talk about Blue Lock and the players, even though you rarely understood anything about it. During that time, you picked up the names of a few players like Isagi, Bachira and Rin, but you don't even know what they look like. All you know are the bits and pieces of information your brain picked up from your father's rambles whenever you had dinner together.

Despite your lack of interest in soccer, you immediately knew you wanted to come along to watch the U-20 match. Not necessarily because you were interested in seeing the match, but mostly to be at your father's side.

The entire time, you don't really know where you're going. You're either following Anri or your father wherever they go and try to not be a bother. And then, you find yourself in the Blue Lock Eleven's locker room.

At first, none of the players notice you because you're hiding behind Anri and everyone is focused on the speech Ego is holding, but when he's done with that, you're just kind of standing there, leaning against the wall and trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.

The first player to approach you is Karasu. As he walks towards you, you can feel yourself getting slightly nervous. Because of what your father has told you about the Blue Lock participants, you feel rather intimidated by all of them. "Aren' a bit too young to be an assistant?" Karasu asks as he takes a step closer to you.

"Oh uh... I'm not an assistant," you let out a little nervous laugh, "I'm just here because of my dad."

"Oh? And who is that?"

You gesture over to Ego, which has Karasu speechless for a moment. He takes an even closer look at you. "You don't really look like him." Karasu shrugs, but then you move some hair that's fallen in front of your eyes to the side and Karasu immediately catches the only thing you have in common with your father, appearance-wise at least.

"YO GUYS EGO HAS A KID!" Karasu yells through the entire room which immediately catches everyone's attention. Well, everyone's except Rin's. He doesn't seem to care at all.

Besides that, everyone has the same reaction: surprise. The thought of Ego having a kid that's their age has never crossed their minds.

The next person to walk up to you is Otoya. And he immediately starts flirting with you which gets him a death stare from Ego. That's not what makes Otoya back off, though. It takes Karasu to drag him away from you - which you're really thankful for because, on top of being nervous, you donn't want to get flustered as well. You just don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the Blue Lock team.

Bachira and Isagi are the next ones who talk to you, in the hope they can make you feel more comfortable after Otoya tried to flirt with you.

"Which soccer position do you play? Are you a striker as well?" Isagi asks, assuming you play soccer - which isn't a bad assumption, considering who your father is.

"Oh eh... I don't play soccer. I barely know anything about it." You answer with another nervous laugh.

Isagi already feels bad for making that assumption and he's about to apologize, but before he gets to say something, Barou, who's standing a few meters away but heard what you said, asks in a mocking tone: "Why are you here, then?"

This makes you feel even more nervous. Looking at Barou, he intimidates you more than the othee players, so you don't know how to defend yourself. Luckily Bachira does that for you.

"Oh come on, they can still watch us play!" He says to Barou before turning to you with a bright smile that quickly lets your nervosity fade and makes you feel more comfortable.

You really want to continue the conversation Isagi and Bachira tried to start with you, but before you come up with something to say, the team has to go outside because the match is about to start.

A bit later you find yourself sitting with the players who don't get to play right now. You wanted to sit next to Anri, but somehow ended up with the rest of the Blue Lock players.

The one you're sitting next to just happens to be Barou. Occasionally, you hear him mumble little complains about what's going on in the match and how it would go much better if he was on the field right now.

"I bet you'd do great..." You look at Barou with a soft smile in attempt to lighten his mood a little bit.

"Oh shut up." Barou responds without looking in your direction at all. "You don't even know anything about soccer."

"But I just said you'd do great-"

"I'd do much better than 'great'," Barou's eyes wander over to you with a condescending gaze for a moment before he returns his eyes to the field.

"Tell me," you continue talking, "What would you do if you were on the field right now?" Even though he still intimidates you, something about Barou is just so interesting, it makes you want to talk to him more.

Without any hesitancy, Barou goes on a whole rant about what he'd do on the field. You don't understand most of it, but still listen closely to everything he says. It doesn't take long until some of the other players who sit with you join in and you find yourself stuck in a conversation with them.

They're mostly rambling and ranting, but the more they talk the more you find yourself understanding what exactly they mean.

And as odd as it is, you feel like you want to get to know the Blue Lock players better. Not because of soccer, but because you want to know what they are like as people. Maybe your father will let you enter the players' areas in the facility some time so you can get to know them better.

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luvrrszn · 7 months

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this is how you fall in love

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW x FEM READER

summary just you and rooster, forever

warnings fluff fluff fluffy fluff not proofread !

a/n pls send me a man like rooster thanks

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the night bradley first met you, he knew one day you two would share a home filled with love and laughter.

despite the dim lighting of the bar and the crowd of people, you still catch bradley's attention from the very moment he steps into the bar. you're dancing with your best friend next to the jukebox, a grin plastered on your face. you're wearing a short red dress, the skirt of your dress swishing around you as you move to the rhythm to the music.

bradley can't help but stare. no one notices, except penny. she rests her forearms on the bar, leaning forward. she says, "she's single, you know. go shoot your shot." he smirks slightly, then turns to look at you, catching your gaze.

usually, when you're caught staring, you immediately look away. but with the help of a little liquid courage, you hold bradley's gaze, refusing to look away first. he stares at you and you stare back, even as he gets up from his seat at the bar and makes his way over to you.

"hey, gorgeous. i'm bradley, but everyone calls me rooster. can i buy you a drink?" he says, staring into your eyes. you'd be a fool not to accept. you were many things, but definitely not a fool.

"that would be wonderful." you tell him, smiling. you tell him your name and follow him to the bar.

throughout the course of the night, bradley learns your favourite colour, why you're in town, and most importantly your number.

"call me." you say, pressing your lips to his cheek after he drops you off at your doorstep that night. bradley replies with a "yes ma'am" and watches you fumble with your keys. his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his jeans as he leans against his car, waiting for you to make it back into your apartment safely.

only when you lock the front door behind you does bradley drive off.

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the very friday the next week, bradley takes you out for dinner. he knocks on your front door at 630pm sharp, with ample time for you to make it for your 7pm reservation.

with a reservation at one of the best restaurants in town, you made sure to dress your best. you wore a long black dress, which hugged your body in all the right places. your hair was pulled back into a sleek low bun, your lips painted dark red. you looked pretty, and most importantly, you felt pretty.

bradley lets out a low whistle as you do a little spin for him. your cheeks flush as smile softly. you hold onto his forearm for balance as you put on your heels, and the whole scene feels oddly domestic.

strangely enough, you didn't mind. you had only met bradley once before, but the two of you had talked throughout the week, and you already felt comfortable with him.

"what are you smiling so happily about?" bradley chuckles, snapping you out of whatever fantasies you were thinking about.

"nothing." you reply, but your grin remains on your face.

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the moment you realised you were in love with bradley was around the time where you were 3 months into dating. it had starting raining during your lunch date, so to shield you from the rain, bradley put his zip-up hoodie on your shoulders and used his body to shield you from the rain.

once you made it to the car, he opened the car door for you, and closed it behind you like a true gentleman. then, he walked back to the sidewalk. curious, you stared in his direction. you watched as he bent down and started picking things up from the sidewalk and moving them into the trimmed grass next to it. he was picking up....worms?

five minutes later, he came back running to the car.

"sorry for keeping you waiting, babe."

you didn't really know what to say, so you just replied, "it's okay. the worms...looked like they needed help."

"thanks, i knew you'd understand." he grinned as he started the engine.

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the moment you knew you were going to marry bradley occurred when you were at mav and penny's for dinner. you had dropped something on the floor, and bent down from your seat on a chair to pick it up. without batting an eye, bradley put his hand over the sharp corner of the table, while continuing to talk to mav.

that very moment, you knew that you were going to marry him someday. you knew he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. being with him felt natural, like it was the way things were meant to be.

no matter what happened in life, at some point the two of you were meant to argue over whose apartment to move into.

the two of you were meant to squabble over what colour the bathroom towels for your new shared apartment should be.

the two of you were meant to walk down the aisles of a supermarket to look for the nicest-smelling detergent.

the two of you were meant to squabble over things like the toilet seat being left up. (bradley learnt his lesson after that fight. the toilet seat was always left down. whatever you wanted, you got.)

the two of you were meant to sit at the dining table with cups of tea, going over your grocery list for the week.

and that was exactly what the rest of you life with bradley "rooster" bradshaw was like.

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jongseongsnudes · 2 years

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fourteen.

warning; 😵😵😵😵 1.5k words. (there is a lot of dialogue in this chapter but it is definitely necessary!)

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“the wedding will be held in 3 months from today. preparations for it have already begun,” the man sitting across from you tells you calmly, “we will have a formal dinner with mr and mrs choi next week so you can meet them.”

“i- i’m sorry... what?”

“yes darling,” mr park chuckles in his fatherly tone, a tone that used to make you feel so happy to hear, now only scares you more than anything. “yours and beomgyu’s wedding. mr choi and i have decided on a good date.”

you waited for someone to speak after the awkward pause, but no one said a thing. nothing. your initial thought of this all being a very unfunny joke was slowly fading, like the smile on your face, everything now becoming too real for you to even fathom.

... but it couldn’t be, could it?

your wedding?

“my- my wedding?!”

“i know i haven’t proposed yet, but i’m working on it,” beomgyu chimes in from your side, his face lit up in complete smiles, “i’ll make sure to plan something unforgettable.”

that wasn’t even the problem!

you glance around in disbelief, your mind unable to wrap around the fact that you were getting married to a man you hardly even knew... and in three months! beomgyu must’ve noticed your silence, the man reaching over to hold your shaking hands in an attempt to calm you. but you were anything but calm.

“i hope you both can get more acquainted during this time and build a relationship before the wedding. it is what mr choi and i truly hope for.”

after what seemed like ten hours hours (which was only about 30 minutes), lunch finally comes to an end with you following mr park out to his waiting car. instead of having beomgyu drive you home like you had initially thought, mr park had offered to take you instead.

settling beside him in the backseat of his car must’ve been the most nerve wracking thing you’ve ever experienced. even though this man was technically your step father, your family, you in no way felt that way.

“i hope you can keep this from sunghoon for now,” mr park says as his eyes busily scan through some files.

“yes... mr park,” you can’t help but think about last night’s fight, sunghoon’s last words screaming at you from the back of your head. - stay the fuck away from me - those words had bothered you all day. living with sunghoon has been difficult from the start but last night’s fight seemed to be it for you. you can no longer live with him. “can i please ask you something mr park?”

“yes darling, of course.”

“about living with sunghoon... is it possible to... move somewhere else?” your fidgety fingers and stutters made it clear that you were a nervous wreck, something mr park had immediately caught onto, “i don’t mind where, i can even work to pay for it while i study.”

“is he giving you a hard time? would you like me to speak to him?”

“no- no! it’s not that!” you were quick to protest, the last thing you wanted was to further ruin their rocky relationship that had gotten worse lately... seemingly because of you. “i just... don’t want to disturb him and his life.”

“i will look into it and let you know when i find a suitable place for you, okay?”

“yes... thank you mr park.”

you’re not sure how long you spent staring blankly at the television screen for but it was only now you realised it wasn’t even on. a lot had been on your mind since the morning, the word “wedding” the only thing repeating over and over. it was something you just couldn’t wrap your mind around, something you couldn’t believe was really happening. to you!

perhaps you could busy yourself for the rest of the day, maybe a walk in the park, maybe go shopping for a new phone. whatever it may be, was better than mopping around in sunghoon’s apartment. the last thing you needed now was to deal with sunghoon coming home, seeing you and then getting mad again.

*ding*

shit! he’s home before you even had the chance to leave!

not wanting to bump into him, you get up and quickly make your way towards the bathroom when a hand suddenly grabs onto your arm, yanking you back. the harsh pull has you instantly losing your balance and falling back into his chest, giving him the chance to grab both of your arms to make you face him.

“ow sunghoon-”

“are you fucking out of your mind!” the man’s intimidating face is way too close to yours for your liking, so close that you could feel the rage radiating from his body, “why did you go with him? have you not learnt your lesson!”

“sunghoon- let go-” you were struggling, his grip around you now so tight that it seemed impossible to escape, almost suffocating you at this point. “w- why do you even care what i do? i can go wherever i want-”

“cut the bullshit! i have never met someone as dumb as you! do you not fucking think before you do-”

“you’re the one who told me to stay away from you! it- it’s what i’m trying to do!” your eyes go wide at the realisation that you had just talked back to sunghoon without any sort of alcohol in you and for it to be so natural. you’ve definitely become more gutsy living lately. “sunghoon let go!”

never have you screamed so loudly at anyone before, let alone at the park sunghoon. his cocked brows tells you that he’s just as surprised as you were at your outburst, if not even more so but you couldn’t care less at this point. you’ve really just had enough of this man always treating you like a rag doll.

and to your surprise, sunghoon really does as asked, both his arms retracting back to his sides as he glances away from you. he’s still obviously angry, his heaving chest and loud sighs the proof of that but your screams seemed to have knocked some sense into him.

“i... i already spoke to mr park, he said he’ll look into another place for me. so you don’t need to worry about me being here for much longer,” you turn to walk away but your step brother reaches out again, gripping his fingers around your wrist to pull you right back to him.

“you spoke to my dad? when? what did he say? what did he say to you!”

“nothing,” a part of you contemplated whether you should’ve told him the truth about the wedding plans, but that would be defying mr park’s words and of course... cause more chaos between them two. “we... we just had lunch.”

“right, lunch. my dad isn’t someone who has casual lunch for fun. what did he say to you? it’s something about you and beomgyu isn’t it?”

every part of you is shaking, intimidated by the fuming sunghoon who stared down at you with a gaze you’ve never seen before. yeah you’ve seen him angry on countless occasions before but never has he been this angry. like he could explode any second now and your next sentence was the sole decider of that.

“n- no-”

*ring ring ring*

with an annoyed grunt, sunghoon pulls out his phone and immediately sighs at the name on the screen. this definitely can’t be any good.

“yes?” you’re not sure who is on the other end but you assume it’s mr park, judging by the clear frustration in sunghoon’s eyes. the same eyes he has whenever he speaks to his dad. “ah right- for a second there i thought you actually wanted to spend time with your kids but then i remembered that you had this family man image of yours that you needed to show. whatever.”

even though the conversation was not directed at you, you chose to stay quiet anyway, especially when sunghoon was looking this mad. but instead of telling you the contents of the phone call like you had expected him to do, sunghoon hangs up the phone and turns to walk away from you.

“we are leaving for japan tomorrow morning.”

“wait- what? we?” your legs unconsciously try to follow sunghoon but the man’s long legs had helped him turn the corner before you could even finish your question. “sunghoon! hey- hey-”

with how quickly you were going, you weren’t able to stop yourself from bumping right into sunghoon once you turned the corner, not really expecting him to be standing there. but he was, and here you were, running right into him.

“sorry-”

“why do i always need to repeat myself with you?”

the coldness in his tone and the disgusted gaze in his eyes reminds you of the day you moved into his apartment. it’s a day you don’t ever want to remember yet somehow... everything feels like it’s that day all over again.

back to day one.

just like the current relationship between you and sunghoon.

end.

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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how do you think aaron would propose? and like what kind of ring would he get you?

i feel like his proposal would be the spur of the moment kinda thing 🥹 BUT, that's not how he would have originally intended it.

he definitely would be planning for MONTHS though. he decided he wanted to marry you very early on into your relationship; it wasn't a hard decision to make in the slightest. you've brought so much light and love and happiness into his life, things he never thought possible and thought he would never experience again 🥺 plus you love jack like he was your own he practically is upon your first time meeting, you and jack instantly clicked and are now inseparable <3 hehe you moved in with them much quicker than anticipated, because if you were leaving, jack would be attached to your legs, tears brimming his eyes, asking aaron over and over if you could just stay :( and so you did!! :D both of them already consider you to be part of the family. the only thing needed now is to make it officially official.

and aaron wants it to be perfect.

he buys a ring, simple yet elegant yet massive hehe <3, and keeps it tucked away. he even packs it away in his go bag when he goes on a case, not only because he doesn't want you accidentally stumbling upon it, but because it makes him feel close to you and hehe seeing it makes him feel giddy because he's so excited to slip it on your finger and be with you forever <333 he then begins to think of an extravagant plan. maybe he'll ask you during a weekend getaway, maybe after a romantic dinner, he wants it to be something special at the perfect moment <3

but then, one night he has a dream he loses you 🥺 he's had dreams like that before, but this one was just different. he startles awake, and you being right next to him, feel his sudden movement and startle awake yourself. he's all panicky and close to tears and distraught and you're instantly: aaron?? baby??? are you okay??? :(((

hearing your voice brings him back to reality- that you are okay, that you are in fact directly right next to him and nowhere else. he looks at you with very very sad eyes and shakily says, "you're still here." to which you say "of course i'm here silly, i'm not going anywhere ever" 🥺 he doesn't know what else to do but bury his face into your chest :(((((

he lets out a heavy breath, a bit more at ease, but he keeps remembering that scary dream :( he then goes into a spiel on how worried he is to lose you and how he just can't afford to and he loves you more than anything. by the end of it, he's clutching onto your hand and saying how he just can't wait any longer and asks you to marry him 🥺

at first you question if you heard him correctly, but the longing and frantic look in his eyes tells you that yes you in fact did <3 hehe now you're the one in tears, happy ones of course <333 profusely nodding your head and telling him of course you will 🥹🥹 you would want nothing more.

AH and now the solemn look on his face instantly changes!!!! he's smiling ear to ear and is like, "really?!?!" you respond by grabbing his face to kiss him, hehe giggling into it and confirming against his lips: "yes!!! really!!!" hehe he doesn't know what to do next other than kiss the life outta you 🥰

and when he shows you the ring :O you're immediately in tears again 🥹 ughsjsks he slips it on your finger, exactly what he's been waiting to do forever, and of course it's a perfect fit <3333 the both of you just look at it in awe 🥹 then you poke him teasingly and say "did you really just propose to me while im in my pajamas???🙄🥰" and heheh he just smiles at you lovingly and says yes he absolutely did :D and it couldn't have been more perfect <3

you're so so tempted to wake up jack to show him but lil bug needs his sleep <3 so he wakes up to celebratory pancakes!!!! AH he's absolutely ecstatic when you and aaron tell him you're staying forever and ever 🥹 he throws his arms around you and hugs you so so tight <3 hehe meanwhile aaron is fighting back tears he’s so happy <3333

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of-dragonss · 2 years

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i could really use some comfort from dew rn so, if you're comfortable with it, could you write dew x f!reader who is dealing with a pretty bad depressive episode? just, all the comfort and fluff because i desperately need it from my fav ghoul <3 thank u!

of course lovely! sorry for the wait, i hope you’ve been feeling better! 🖤

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— dewdrop x reader (i keep accidentally writing readers with no specific gender i apologize 😭)

summary: dewdrop stays with you during a depressive episode. just a lot of fluff 🖤

I’ll get through it with you next to me.

Dewdrop knew you were dealing with a bad depressive episode. Sister Imperator has let you have time by yourself for once. Not ordering you around to help around the Abbey. He also knew the weather changing has triggered your seasonal depression. Which in turn, caused you to feel very unlike yourself these past few days.

Locked up in your dorm, the Ghoulettes bringing you food when needed. Making sure you were at least keeping yourself fed with enough water to drink. Otherwise everyone left you alone.

Until tonight when Dewdrop passed by your dorm and the faint sound of sobbing can be heard from underneath your door. He was uncertain at first of what to do, but in the end decided to knock to make his presence known before silently and slowly opening your door.

“Y/n? Do you need anything?” He asked quietly, closing the door behind him as he entered with slow movements, making his way towards your bed where you laid under the covers, sobs turned to hiccups and loud sniffles as you tried to calm down your crying.

“I’m here for you, I hope you know. Whatever you need, just ask.” He sat himself at the edge of your bed, waiting for you to calm yourself down as he reached out to where he made out your shoulder as you laid on your side, facing the wall, slowly rubbing his hand up and down in calm bing motions.

“Stay the night?” Came your shaky reply after a long few minutes of silence, and the occasional sniffling coming from you. “Please.”

In a flash, Dewdrop got up from the bed and ran around your room in search of your laptop you two would watch movies and tv shows on during both of your free time in the Abbey when there was an opportunity for.

He was usually talkative but he knew you weren’t in the mood for talking. But he knew a movie and a cuddle would cheer you up even slightly. So, grabbing your laptop from your desk, he went back to the bed where he quickly pulled the covers away from you, moving inhumanly fast as he easily lifted you up and laid down on the bed in your spot, you half on top of him, head on his chest, cuddled up to his side.

“Figured we could watch a movie, until we fall asleep. How does that sound, love?” He kissed the top of you hand as he set up your laptop where you both can easily see the screen perfectly.

Nodding into his chest and wrapping your arms under him to hold yourself impossibly closer to Dewdrop he pick a random movie you both frequently watch during the colder months, Hocus Pocus. Dewdrop resting his cheek on top of your head as the movie began to play.

The two of you happy and content with each other’s presence, safe in his arms. “I can get through this rut with you next to me. Stay until I wake up?” You asked quietly, fatigue evident in you hoarse voice.

“Of course. Anything for you.” He smiled, pushing your hair out of your face to kiss your forehead. And as the movie played on, the two of you drifted to sleep cuddled up to each other.

As the sun started rising again into the sky, you woke up in a panic. Bolting up in bed, struggling to breath. Dewdrop immediately woke up the second he smelled the overwhelming scent of your fear. Tears streamed down your face from the nightmare you had thanks to your current mental state.

Dew held your face in his hands gently, resting his forehead in yours. “It’s okay. It’s okay, i’m here.” He whispered over and over again as you slowly started being more aware of your surroundings. Moving to wrap your arms around his slim frame, clinging onto Dewdrop like your life depended on it.

“Breath with me.” He instructed softly, taking deep intakes of breaths and long exhales. You two did this several more times until you calmed down, only hiccuping here and there. “Let’s go back to sleep, yeah?” He gently pushed you back to lay down on the bed.

“You have to leave. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” You spoke softly, frowning.

“Doesn’t matter. What does though is you. I’m staying with you for as long as you’ll have me.” He kissed your forehead, bringing you in close to him once again.

“Okay.” You sighed, giving in easily at his touch, already feeling drowsy. And in each others arms, once again, the two of you fell asleep. Safe and protected.

#dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls x reader

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marvelgaynesstothemax · 10 months

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A/N: Heyyy, so I rarely publish fanfic work, but I feel kinda proud of this one I ended up writing during my off time. I dunno if I’m gonna end up publishing fanfic or not on here, but I figured I would give it a shot. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, and I’ve got zero clue what to title this so ideas are also welcome! Thank you! <3

Warnings: Swimmers Ear/Ear infection, Soft Frank, Hurt Matt, Brief Mention of Frankie Jr., Brief Mention of Past Matt/Elektra, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, based off another post of mine under the tag “Swimmer’s Ear” (Tumblr won’t let me put the link for some reason sorry.)

Also sorry, the timeline is kinda weird?? Think of it as they were already together before Frank’s actual appearance in season 2 I guess? Idk. This is suppose to take place about a day after he shoves Matt in the Hudson and the boat explodes, but they already have an established relationship.

The first groan is rather quiet, it barely wakes Frank, the marine’s sleep-addled brain quick to write off the sound as Matt just having a dream. The second groan though is much quicker to grab his attention, brown eyes still bleary with slumber as he blinks awake to the feeling of his lover shifting beside him in bed.

“Mm..?” Is just about all Frank can scrounge up from his vocal cords this early in the morning, the marine tossing a squinting glance over his bicep to get a look at the other. Matt doesn’t answer his grunt, so Frank tries again.

Nothing.

A couple of months back Frank never could’ve imagined himself getting cozy in bed with Red, probably would’ve decked any person to suggest he’d be where he is today. Yet, here the fuck he is, sitting up in their bed 1 hour past midnight to check on him. Life either liked to be contrary son of a bitch, or Matthew Micheal Murdock enjoyed spiting Frank Castle with his very existence.

“Red?” Leaning over the lawyer’s tense frame, Frank absentmindedly presses the back of his hand to the restless man’s forehead. He doesn’t feel hot, but there was no mistaking the sweat gathering at Matt’s brow line. There’s a whimper and a momentary flutter of eyelids before Matt half-opens his eyes for Frank, clouded pupils glistening with unshed tears as his breathing grows more labored. Another groan.

Concern growing, Frank purses his lips and presses them to Matt’s forehead. He gets the same result as his hand, no fever, just clammy. “Where’s it hurt?” Frank whispers, swallowing down the anxiousness quelling in his throat when he only receives another whimper in reply. “Matty, please, I need ya to use your words.”

Matt’s expression suddenly contorts in pain at a particularly labored breath, and if Frank’s eyes weren’t so accustomed to adjusting to the dark he wouldn’t have even noticed it. Red immediately goes green around the gills from the involuntary movement of his own chest, eyes squeezing shut just a fraction tighter.

“You’re head hurtin’ you, Matty?” Frank whispers gently, taking note of his dizziness. He’s seen Matt deal with his fair share of migraines, but he’s never seen anything quite this intense…

“E-Ears…” The barely audible mumble has an instant effect on Matt, the vibrations of his own voice making him go so pale Frank would have trouble telling the difference between Matt’s skin and a sheet of paper in this lighting.

Small snippets of Frankie Jr. resting his head on the dinner table suddenly rush to the front of Frank’s mind. How his son, just a toddler at the time, cupped his ears and said he felt like he was moving on a swingset a week or so after visiting the public pool. Spilt second images of his son’s face as he carries him to bed are quick to follow and Frank actually has to bite the inside of his cheek to bring himself back to the present.

He feels like a moron. The Hudson River is a fucking cesspit, of course Red would get an ear infection after getting shoved in it! And with his senses, Frank doesn’t even want to imagine the kind of pain he is in…

Another whimper has Frank shushing Matt like he’s some sort of spooked animal, sleep gone from his brain as he internally scrambles to figure out a solution.

What the fuck had they gone and done again for Frankie Jr.? He knows they didn’t just wait that shit out, it’d been a whole fucking ordeal that caused his son to have to stay home for a couple of days… It’s time’s like these Frank curses his body’s stubbornly good immunity. If he’d just had a goddamn ear infection growing up this wouldn’t be so hard freaking to remember.

“Hang on, Baby. Gotta look something up real quick, yeah?” Nervous to jostle Matt any further, he strategically extracts himself from the mattress, giving up the warmth of the blankets for the night-chilled air of the bedroom.

Retrieving his phone from its plug, the marine stubbornly ignores the stinging in his eyes as he punches their current predicament into the glaring white screen of google’s search bar.

‘What in the fuck fixes swimmwe ear???’

A few quick glances at the articles below tell Frank all he needs. Matt needs ear drops.

The walk to the nearest open drug store is a pain in the ass, but it’s one that Frank muscles through with the ease of a well disciplined soldier. He has only one goal, and that’s to get Matt his ear drops before the sun is up so they can both go back to sleep.

Turns out that is much easier said than done, because the place is built like a fucking maze and at this hour the amount of people to ask for directions is zilch. He must scour the aisles for at least half an hour before he finds the little shits, gritting his teeth with barely suppressed rage as he swipes the second-to-cheapest option off the metallic shelf.

He pays the dead-inside employee at the store front about 15 minutes later, neither one giving each other any more than a grunt of acknowledgment as the medicine is bought and bagged.

By the time that Frank gets back, his foot that the Irish fucked up is aching from the long walk, but he doesn’t dare use that rickety ass elevator.

He staggers up those poorly carpeted stairs like a god damn man, thank you very much.

“Matty? You up, Sweetheart?” Trying to tiptoe into a room with fucked up toe knuckles is pointless, he but finds himself trying anyways without really thinking about it.

God, his side of bed looks just like how he left it. Sheets open and inviting, waiting for him to nestle right back in… It would be so fucking easy too, to just crawl into them and sleep.

Matt’s shaky whimper snaps Frank back into focus, his right hand softly crinkling the brown paper of the shopping bag reminding him of his mission. “I know, I know… Quit you’re howlin’ and we can both go back to sleep.” He grumbles, but there’s no real heat behind his words, any and all bite gone from his bark upon seeing his lover’s furrowed brows.

His hands seem to remember what the fuck to do with the drops, cause before he knows it he’s got the package opened and the dropper positioned over one of Matt’s ear.

“Shhh... Jus’ got somethin’ for your ears, Red...” The box recommends 5-6 drops in each ear, but Frank only gets up to 3 before Matt chokes out a noise so awful that he has to stop. One of Matt’s hands find the front of his hoodie, zipper clinking as the man bunches the fabric in his shaking fist, jaw clenching so damn tightly Frank actually worry’s for the sake of his lover’s teeth. They both stay like that for what feels like ages, Matt’s chest struggling to slow its heaving as his ear tries adjusting to the foreign pressure of the medicine flooding it.

Frank’s lips find Matt’s clammy skin, stubble brushing against his brow line as he murmurs words of comfort, eyes squeezing shut in sympathy as he waits for Matt to adjust. “Okay, no more on this side, yeah? But we gotta do you’re other ear.”

He’s never seen Matt so out of it before, eyes half-lidded and lashes glistening wet with fresh tears… The silent scream of agony on his lover’s face when he rolls him over physically pains Frank heart, jumbled apologies and gentle kisses falling upon Red’s sweating face as he can do nothing but wait out the waves of dizzying pain with him.

“Doing so good, Red, you’re so good. I’m sorry, I’m sorry it hurts…” Frank whispers between presses of his lips, throat feeling tight. He can deal fatal shots to any thuggish asshole, cut the dick off of any pedo in the world, but putting these drops in Matt’s ears? Bringing himself to do it a second time around is feeling increasingly more difficult as the seconds tick by.

His hesitation must break through to Red in some way, because suddenly Matt’s hand is no longer clutching his sweatshirt, but his free hand instead. His grip is weaker, hand clammy like it would be during a fever, and somehow that’s all the more haunting to Frank.

Frank can deal with Red grabbing at his face as he resets a broken bone, digging his fingernails into one of his arms as he disinfects a particularly nasty wound, or instinctively headbutting Frank in the nose while attempting to reset a dislocated shoulder (it’s happened before), but this? Seeing his Matty so completely and utterly drained, losing that fiery look in his eyes? It’s fucking killing him inside.

“On the count of 3.” Frank takes a deep breath to steady his hands, closing his eyes so that he doesn’t have to look at Red’s pained expression. “1… 2… 3.” He squeezes much quicker than he did for the other ear, rapidly dripping 5 drops in quick succession down Matt’s ear canal.

Matt let’s out a sob this time and Frank ends up throwing the damned medicine across the room, the plastic material of the bottle bouncing off the brick wall and onto the hardwood floor with a clatter. He swears to fucking God if these drops end up doing more damage than good, he’s gonna kill whatever pharmaceutical experts created the damn stuff. “I know, I know, shhh… Shhh… I’m so sorry, Honey.. Fuck…”

Frank wipes at the streaming tears falling down Matt’s cheeks, heart panging as he watches his love shudder. Frank remains hunched over the top of Matt like that for a good fucking while, letting him take comfort in the feeling of his frame being boxed in by the marine. Frank watches the clock as the minutes tick by, and although Matt does eventually fall back asleep, his expression is still clouded with discomfort.

Frank looks around the bedroom, eyes catching on the spare blankets folded by the laundry basket. An idea sparks.

The need to empty his bladder has Matt waking up again around 9, head and ears aching, but thankfully no where near as bad as they had been last night. Sitting up, Matt grasps the sheets on either side of him, gritting his teeth as he waits for the swaying sensation to lessen its force before making his way to his feet. It isn’t until he’s finished relieving himself that Matt realizes the odd quietness of his flat. His ear’s aren’t exactly up to par at the moment, but he should at least be able to hear the neighbors. Is New York alright? Did he miss something big while he was sleeping? Where is Frank?

A careful walk into the living room has Matt stopping in his tracks for two reasons. Firstly, the stench of freshly applied duct tape is currently wafting from each and every crevice his apartment has to offer. From the slight cracks in the brick wall, to the small opening underneath the front door, it was all either taped off or stuffed with varying pieces cloth to muffle any intrusive sounds the outside may have.

Secondly, Frank is fast asleep, sat up against the wall outside of the bedroom, a mostly used roll of duct tap still being held in one hand. Other than the apartment’s appliances, Frank’s heartbeat and breathing are the only other sounds encompassing the home.

Matt had been reluctant to start another relationship at first, especially after Elektra... After all, when it came to unhealthy relationships, Matt has acquired quite a lengthy wrap sheet.

He can’t even imagine a world in which Elektra would’ve gone out of her way to do this for him. But Frank? Frank just did this without Matt even knowing that this is something he needed. Not to show off, not for the purpose of dragging praise out of Matt, but because Frank knew that this would make Matt’s situation just a bit more bearable when he woke up

Here, right now in this moment, with none other than Francis Antonio Castle snoring softly on his hardwood floor, Matt couldn’t possibly be more sure that he’s finally made the right choice.

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nanapeachy · 2 years

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NANAMI AS DAD AND HUSBAND

reader is black!!

warning: mentions of pregnancy and suggestive themes

MASTERLIST

He almost cried when you announced the pregnancy at the family dinner.

It turned out that you had been pregnant for 2 months but found out recently due to the symptoms.

The whole pregnancy was you going through alot of emotions and nanami was always good with dealing with it so it was no big deal for him.

“no his name is deroy, not melon“ you argued with him about the kitten he has gotten for you and the both of you were fighting for the name or whether the kitten was a female or male. “fine you will name her deroy while I name her melon, okay?“ nanami placed the small kitten on your big pregnant stomach and your hand reaching towards to caress it.

When it was time to give birth, you panicked really hard, like really really hard when you felt your concentrations appearing and disappearing. your water broke during labor and it was one of the messiest experience you went through.

Of course your husband kento was besides you to distract you and trying to calm you down but in the inside his heart was beating fast and he almost cried when he saw the babies head.

After almost twenty hours of a painful labour and your husband panicking in the inside, you gave birth to a healthy girl named leilani koharu nanami.

Kento was so proud of you for enduring this just for you to give birth to a beautiful girl and he has never been that super happy like that.

The first two weeks were very hard and restless nights for you. leilani was always crying and making you ditch your sleep for the whole day just to tend to her. you knew that the nurse telling you that breastfeeding was indeed hard you still managed with it but also ending up with sore breasts for the whole week.

Kento was always a great help when you wanted a break and he spends his whole day taking care of leilani while you slept the whole day and relaxing yourself.

Time was moving a bit faster than you realized when you watched leilani crawl for the first time or attempting to stand up to chase the small kitten.

sometimes you do let the six month old stand on the couch while you sat there to make sure she doesn't fall over as she was giggling at the kitten running around the carpet.

Kento sometimes took her out to the park to let her play there but it was also a bit difficult since she refused to leave his side.

“do you think I should start braiding her hair?“ you ask your husband who shrugged while you ran your hair through your daughters short brown hair. “thats your choice darling“ he said watching leilani crawl herself up to her fathers lap who immediately laughed at her cuteness.

Kento was a really caring father aswell as husband.

He always made sure to spend most of his day off times with the two of you and sometimes trying to convince you into another baby since its been almost three years and leilani was turning 3.

“she was complaining about the cornrows and crying but fell asleep after that“ you chuckled entering your shared bedroom and closing the door behind you. “she will get used to that“ kento watched you get on top of his lap. “I changed my mind, maybe we should give her a sibling“ you grinned running your manicured nails through his bare chest.

“then what are you waiting for, mami“

Anyways, leilani was beginning to be real talkative and kento took the chance to learn her japanese since you insisted that she learns more about her fathers side.

“mommyyyy, what is inside? papa said there is something inside“ leilani asked you softly poking on your belly as you looked down to the three year old curiously looking at you back. ”did he really say that?“ you glanced at kento who was busy typing on his laptop with his serious face making you want to laugh but also finding it hot.

“he said there is baby inside“ the little girl pointing at your belly and you were obviously not showing but for some reason kento knew you were pregnant, again.

“he can't do keep his mouth shut huh?“

#nanami x black!reader #black!reader #jjk #kento nanami #nanamixreader #jujutsu kaisen

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sleepwrites · 1 year

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In honour of christmas, under the mistletoe with the turtles! (Pronouns are not mentioned so can be taken as any)

As a joke Raph’s brothers hung mistletoe above his door, so that when you visited you were FORCED to kiss

You two had been dating for almost 3 months now so they figured it was about time.

It was pretty cold out, you were walking hime from school after an incredibly exhausting day, all you wanted now was to watch cheesy Christmas movies with your boyfriend.

Once you got to the lair, you were so tired that you couldn’t even notice the mistletoe hanging above the entrance to Raph’s room.

Before you could even call out for Raph he immediately opened his door and gave you a massive hug!

You both laughed as he held you before gently setting you down. Only then did you notice something right above you two.

Oh. It was mistletoe.

Raph’s face immediately blended in with his bandana and he started apologising profusely.

You just chuckled and brought him down to your height before planting a kiss on his lips.

That seemed to shut him up.

He stayed like that for a minute processing what just happened before grinning, carefully wrapping a hand around your waist and giving you a kiss, happily returned by you.

“Maybe, maybe we do that more?”

Ah the 25th of December, who didn’t love it? The smell of fresh plum pudding in the oven, the sounds of little kids having snowball fights.

Oh and of course the laughs and snarky comments of a certain blue turtle boyfriend of yours.

Today you were invited to come to the lair and watch some Christmas movies with all of the Hamato clan.

Splinter had mentioned that would include you once you and Leo finally got married.

What you didn’t know was that your favourite face man had a couple of tricks up his sleeve to annoy you a bit.

For example, he managed to hang multiple mistletoes above the entrance to the lair as he stood there, patiently waiting for your arrival.

Once you finally came he didn’t rush to greet you as he usually did, picking you up by the waist, twirling you around and setting you down with a peck on your forehead.

This time he stood there, waving with a devious smile etched onto his face.

You were suspicious of course, come on this was Leo but still you failed to notice to white and green plants hanging above his head.

You met Leo where he stood and he greeted you in the normal way before asking you to look up.

Oh.

There they were, half a dozen mistletoe plants dangling above you two, sloppily tied and glued to the ceiling with ribbon.

Leo was grinning, extremely close to bursting with laughter at the look in your face.

“Whats wrong Y/N? Turtle got your tongue?”

No, you were just planning your next moves veeeeery carefully.

“Oh well, you got me Leon,” you had said. Leo laughed once more. “I did didn’t I? Come on we have to-“ he started while beginning to walk of but you caught his hand and spun him around.

“No no, we have to abide by the rules of mistletoe,” you said nonchalantly. Leo’s face filled with red. “W-what? What do you- oh OH, you want me to-“ he muttered as he eyed your lips.

You simply nodded and leaned in a little closer, closing your eyes and waiting for him with your hand behind your back

After a few seconds of nothing you felt Leo’s lips on yours. Smiling slightly you unfurled your hands from behind you and wrapped them around the slider’s neck.

Leo did the same, tentatively placing his hands around your waist.

As you parted you saw Leo’s signature smirk making its way onto his face.

“Man I need to start putting these up more if thats whats going to happen each time…”

It was finally FINALLY Christmas. And with it came many pleasant surprises. There was a coat of snow over the city. Your teachers, in the spirit of Christmas, had canceled classes for everyone.

It was like the universe had aligned for this very moment, you were finally able to have a peaceful moment with your boyfriend.

During the evening you texted Donnie, asking if he could come over. His didn’t reply didn’t come. Fortunately for you a certain purple clad turtle did.

Within 5 minuted of you sending the text you heard a tap at your window.

With a grin slowly pushing its way onto your face you rushed to your window, shoving it open to let your genius inside.

“Y/N my darling! Its been far too long,” he said leaning against the outside of your window sill. Spreading his arms out with his head tilted upwards.

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “Its been like a day since you last saw me,”

Donnie opened his eyes and lowered his arms, a look of surprise and shock replacing his previous happy features.

“Um dove? Did you know that THAT was there?”

You peaked your head out of the window to see what he was looking at.

Mistletoe, your building supervisor had thought it fit to decorate the roofs with mistletoe.

“O-oh, no Donnie I swear I never-, I had no idea, you know what? Just come inside and-,” you started to stutter through an apology, your face as red as a tomato.

“Y/N its-its fine really, do you care?” He asked, completely dropping the ‘bad-boy’ attitude.

You closed your eyes slowly shook you head, unconsciously leaning forwards.

Donnie tentatively placed a hand around your waist to drag you closer to him.

“Then I don’t mind either” he said as he closed the gap between you two.

Slowly, you wrapped you arms around his neck, making sure he was ok with the touch. He leaned closer slightly and you felt him smiling into the kiss.

Once you parted you sighed and smiled at him.

Quickly Donnie regained his ‘bad boy’ attitude and smiled nonchalantly, as if you two did this everyday.

“For *ahem* research purposes, could we do that once more?”

Christmas was always a wonderous time, the lighting was always really amazing the colours sparkled through the air.

Which was why you and your boyfriend, Mikey were seated at the top of a building, sitting against a wall.

Mikey was sitting criss-cross happily drawing with his sketchbook on his right leg, one hand using his pencil and the other holding your hand.

You had no idea what he was drawing but you didn’t really mind.

The one hand, that wasn’t holding Mikey’s green one, held your chin as you smiled lovingly at Mikey.

There was just something about how he focused as he drew, the way his tongue slightly stuck out. How his eyes crinkled with concentration.

Oh how lucky you were.

Suddenly, disturbing your quiet admiration of your turtle, Mikey exclaimed “Done!”

It was quite evident at what happened, he was done with his drawing.

“Awesome! Could I see?” You asked, inching closer to the box turtle.

Mikey looked at you and grinned, “Duh! Its for you! Think of it as a appetiser, for your real Christmas present,”

Mikey folded the drawing carefully and handed it to you.

You let go of Mikey’s hand and took it, opening it.

There, etched onto the paper was an incredibly detailed drawing of a mistletoe. You gasped quietly.

“Mikey, this is amazing! Your amazing!” You exclaimed looking at him a light blush dusted the orange turtles face.

“Aw thanks Y/N!” He said pulling you into a hug. You hugged back and noted the fact that Mikey smelled of sewer stink and spray paint.

Suddenly, looking at the mistletoe once more you had an idea.

You pulled away from Mikey abruptly and stuck your arm out, having the mistletoe drawing dangle from your thumb and pointer finger.

Mikey looked confused. Before it dawned on him, his eyes widening and he turned red.

Meanwhile, you were smiling innocently waiting for what he would do.

Mikey blinked, shrugged and pressed his lips onto yours. You lower the picture and set it down carefully before bringing your hands to cup Mikey’s cheeks. Mikey’s hands then went to place his hand over yours, drinking in their warmth.

After a minute or so you two parted. You put your forehead on his.

“Gee Y/N, when did you get so sneaky?”

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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starmybrainrot · 1 year

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Hi!

May I request how bts members first met their partner?

Thank you 😊

np bb <3 sorry i was so late to answer- i had to make sure they made sense.

ALSO- Lmk if you’d like to see any of these adapted into full-length fics

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How BTS Members Got With Their Partner

Jin

A mutual friend. During college, the stress of studying had put too much pressure on your relationship. Your boyfriend left you for another girl in your class, and it hit you pretty hard. To get you out of the rut, your friend decided to set you up on a blind date. “Trust me!” She’d said. “He’s totally your type.” You didn’t trust her at all, but you still went out. Might as well. You went to a barbecue place and about ten minutes later, a tall,very handsome guy appeared. Immediately, you were a bit more nervous. You still didn’t think he’d be your type, but my lord was he pretty. It was a sweet date. Lots of laughing, a tiny bit of wholesome flirting. He paid in return for showing up late. You’d agreed to go on another date with him. You still weren’t head-over-heels, but he was nice. And so started a courtship. Every two weeks or so, he’d find a way to take you on a date. Dinner, an arcade, the aquarium, a cafe. Picture-perfect, but a very human energy. He wasn’t a boy from a drama, he was just a sweet person who wanted you to be happy. After a couple months of this, he officially asked you to be his partner. “I know we’ve been dating for a bit, but I wanted to know if you’d like to be official. I like you a lot, Y/N. Could I be your boyfriend?” Of course, you said yes.

Yoongi

The need for sleep. When Yoongi moved to Seoul and started all his jobs, he gradually stopped making new friends. There just wasn’t enough time for it. You yourself were powering through a couple jobs to pay for college and rent. At one of these jobs, you two often had the same shift. You weren’t super close, but he’d been kind enough before the burnout set in. You still said hi and talked somewhat, but it was professional. However, when he started slowing down, you started getting worried for him. Something was up with his shoulder or something. One day, you offered a spare key to your apartment. “You seem exhausted all the time. I’m kind of scared you’ll fall on your walk home or something. I live right up the block and it’s really quiet. If you ever wanted to crash there, you could.” Shockingly, he accepted the offer. He started crashing once every couple weeks or so. Most of the time he’d just sleep in the couch and leave before you woke up. But sometimes, you two would talk. You got to know how talented he was, that he’s going to be a musician. Over time, you fell for him. And he started falling for you. You’d stuck with him through all of the physical and mental struggles of his training and debut. You were the person he was most comfortable with, no doubt about it. And one day, on one of your typical crash-days, he asked you out by mistake. He hadn’t meant to, but it ended up working out for the two of you.

Hobi

A dance competition. During his pre-debut days, Hobi was already a well-known dancer. One of the things he would do was go to showcases and competitions. Even if it was something he’d already applied to or won, you can always learn from new dancers. One of these competitions was a co-ed competition. Groups of mainly guys, groups of mainly girls, mixed groups. All of them competed against each other. It wasn’t super serious- you only won about ₩1500 and you got to say you won it. Still, it was a fun semi-annual competition. During the second 2012 competition, he was doing it for the last time. He was more determined to win that usual. Given that he was about to debut in a group, he didn’t know if he’d ever have time to compete again. It was your second time competing- last time you’d almost won. Got to the quarter-finals of the tournament, but not last that. You didn’t win this time, but you got to the finals. It was your group and Hobi’s group vying for the win. It was close, but you’d ended up losing. You weren’t as beat-down as you thought you would’ve been- it more cemented your need to come back again. Victory was so close. One more time and you could get it. On your way out of the studio, Hobi had run up on you. He was out of breath and grinning. He explained that he was so scared he was going to lose, and right when you were about to yell at him for gloating, he asked for help. “I want to know how you fall down so smoothly. That handless cartwheel into a split? I can do that, but I don’t know how to transition. It was like you melted into the ground.” He asked for your number, because if you ever had a free day he’d want to practice with you. You guys became dance buddies, and even after his debut you’d still practice sometimes. He broke BigHit’s “no dating” rule after a couple months and asked you put.

Namjoon

The gym. Even though he enjoys working out alone, it’s not terrible to have a gym buddy. One day, while you two were doing cardio at the same time. You’d kind of forgotten you were there alone, so you were just talking to your friend. He didn’t mean to, but he started eavesdropping. You made a joke to your friend- something about a human hamster wheel not being practical. “Imagine it unhooks and I just go flying down the street. Explain that to an ER nurse.” Despite it not being particularly funny, he laughed at it. While he was having a water break, you walked past him to leave. He told you that he liked your joke about the hamster wheel, and you two just had a superficial conversation about your favorite exercises. After going at the same time a few times by accident, he asked for your number and you started going together on purpose. Your relationship grew from there.

Jimin

Out clubbing. In an effort to avoid the pressure of celebrity life, Jimin started frequenting more clubs- ones that people didn’t go to, ones that tons of people went to. The goal was just to have fun and forget about fame. You started frequenting clubs because of music and liquor. Pretty good combination. You’d gone to the bar to get a whiskey sour, but your friend had your wallet and you didn’t know where they were. Out of muscle memory of kindness or pure impulse, paid for you. He had no clue why, and neither did you. But it was a good decision. You started up a conversation with him as you drank. Obviously, you knew who he was. But you didn’t make a big deal out of it- there was no way he came here for the paparazzi. It wasn’t a deep conversation, just jokes about the people in there. He was great to talk to, and even in the dark purple light, he glowed. You asked for his number when he was about to go, but he said no. He said he didn’t really like to give it out. “But if we ever run into each other again, I might.” You agreed. He went back to that club a few nights that week to make sure you weren’t a stalker. You actually ended up running into him at a different club. He was the one who came up to you. True to his word, he gave you his number. You two decided to talk and dance with each other all night. The next morning, while battling a hangover, you got a message from Jimin. “Hey, Y/N. Hope your head doesn’t hurt too bad. Lmk if you’d ever want to go out sometime. I’d love to talk without yelling over ppl.”

Tae

A café. Cafés are quiet and pretty. Much like the boy who started coming to your favorite one. It was a study spot for you- good food, good music, good atmosphere. Good, good, good. You’d sit in the back, alone at this round table. He’d sit at a little table a few paces away. One day, the café was busier than normal. His table was filled up, so he asked if he could sit at the other end of yours. You said yes, it’s just a table. He wasn’t very talkative, but he smiled a lot. Between bites of food or spurts of typing, he would check his messages and clearly try to hold in a laugh. He had a very stern, cold face, but it was obvious that he was a funnier and happier person than it seemed. He’d sit at the end of your table when it was busy, and because of that, you started to develop a bit of a crush on him. You didn’t realize the crush he had on you. He loved the way your nose crunched when you focus, the way your eyes lit up when your coffee came over, how concentrated you’d get on your work. Your existence was pretty to him. You ended up asking each other out at the same time. Both of you had reached your breaking point and just blurted it out. The coincidence made you laugh to hard you almost got kicked out.

Jungkook

An art class. When he started learning to draw and paint more, he decided to take a couple classes. It was fun, the class- very calm with very talented students and teachers. Something this teacher prioritized was teamwork. Art is personal, yes. But if you ever make it your job, you may need to work with others. So she put everyone in groups. You had to use all the techniques you’d learned to depict what you would define “beauty” as. You, Jungkook, and a third person we’re paired together. This third person bailed, and while you worked on your painting, you bonded over a mutual annoyance for this guy. It wasn’t mean, more of a running joke between new friends. About a month and a half later, when the project was done, Jungkook asked if you wanted to keep hanging out. “Like go get a coffee or see a movie or something.” He was sort of nervous and it was cute, so you agreed. How could you not?

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xylaes · 8 months

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AUGUST DWC DAY 3 - POSSIBILITY

Xylaes wiggled the fingers of his left hand, staring down at his bare arm with a noticeable frown as the magical runes continued to refuse to show themselves. He had tried pinching it, slapping it, punching it, and even tried using it while sparring and training to no avail. The runes continued to remain dormant only until he was in imminent danger where he would have no alternate escape. The predictable unpredictability of it all was, at best, an annoyance.

After having spent the majority of his life skilled in the arcane, it was a massive loss to have his magic stripped from him as a part of his sentence decades ago. To this day it was still incredibly painful. ‘Even worse than losing an arm’ he silently mused to himself. And after the Shadowlands, he would know.

Now, he had the ability literally at his fingertips and he couldn’t figure out how to make it work properly. There was still plenty of lingering trauma from the limb replantation that happened in Maldraxxus, but as gruesome and horrible as that was, it had given him something back that he thought to be lost forever. If only he could make sense of this foreign arm and familiar magic. That was probably the most frustrating part of it all, he was already well-versed in arcane magic, why was this so difficult?

An intriguing thought had crossed his mind multiple times.There was always the possibility that this wasn’t actually arcane, even though it felt like it was. …Didn’t it? It had been about twenty years since he had truly known the touch of that magic, and a lot had happened in between, so he knew he could be very wrong about that feeling.

Catching sight of Garren approaching out of the corner of his eye, he pulled his sleeve back into place and returned his attention to the cigarette in hand. A brief smile was offered to his son as he sat down nearby. Their relationship had somewhat improved over the last few months during their time working together on the mercenary crew, but Xylaes was pretty sure that Garren still wouldn’t be calling him ‘dad’ anytime soon. So much had happened, and he was a grown man at this point who had his own separate set of worries and traumas to deal with; Xylaes wasn’t entirely sure how to relate to him at times.

Much to his inner dismay, he found himself extending his case of cigarettes in offering towards Garren. Immediate regret and awkwardness, why did he do that? Father of the year right here.

Garren simply gave an amused look before thankfully waving away the offer. Thank Elune he had inherited his mother’s smarts. “....I need you to help me with something, but you’re not going to like it. But this is something I need to be able to move forward.”

Xylaes sat up straighter, stubbing his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot. He was an intuitive man and had spent the better part of his life exploiting people for his work in the military. He could almost always tell when someone was lying to him, or when someone was trying to use him. Hard to manipulate the manipulative. “I’m listening.”

“I need to see mom.”

Xy knew this was going to happen one day, although he didn’t expect to be the one who was asked to help. But it made sense. He was familiar with Maldraxxus, and he had been branded with the House of the Chosen symbol to allow him safe passage around the land. It was just the matter of ‘how to get there’ that plagued him. The public portals to Oribos had been sealed years ago, which was honestly for the best. Being able to traverse between Azeroth and the afterlife was not a wise idea for anyone. Especially for those like him who had lost someone only to find them again within the Shadowlands. But maybe…

There was a small part of him that immediately disliked Garren for asking this of him, but he understood the need. “I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”

“I’m gonna try to do it with or without your help.”

Xylaes’s jaw clenched as he glanced away. Of course he would go that route, he was his son after all. Better for him to help than anyone else, right? “I can’t make you any promises, I don’t know if it can even be done anymore. But I can try to help.” But maybe…seeing Callia didn’t necessarily mean physically going into Maldraxxus, maybe that would be enough.

@daily-writing-challenge @garrennorassin

#story #garren #xylaes #augustdwc2023 #dwc2023

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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Hey, i'm just gonna do some musing on the last scene of the Mario Movie under the cut and how long I think it takes the brothers to get to that point, because I feel like my opinion on this is sort of at odds with others I've seen?

(spoilers, obviously!)

This is just my own opinion, no ill will intended to anyone who's done this, but every time I see a fanwork that's basically like "Mario and Luigi literally make the decision to move to the Mushroom Kingdom THE VERY SAME NIGHT AS THE FIGHT WITH BOWSER" or that they even go back to the Mushroom Kingdom immediately afterwards with everyone else and don't even have to think about it too hard, I am BEWILDERED and CONFUSED??????

I know that Mario saw a lot of beauty and wonder in the world, but the brothers were only there for MAYBE two to three days at most (if we're assuming the traveling montage wasn't longer than it seemed). I would assume they've lived their entire lives in Brooklyn, maybe even in that very same apartment/house we see, considering all the photos on the walls. Like, they GREW UP there. And while their family has its problems and general dysfunction like all families do, there's clearly a lot of love there as well! I just always think to that moment where they come home and everyone looks very happy to greet them/welcome them in. They clearly have relationships here and connections, and after maybe even thinking they'd never see their family again for a while there in the Mushroom Kingdom, you'd think they'd want to spend a little time after all that whirlwind just being close to their mom and dad and other loved ones, helping rebuild the street block from all the damage, etc.

(Maybe that's just really boring and other people don't care about the family stuff, they KNOW Mario and Luigi eventually end up as residents of the Mushroom Kingdom so just skip all the in-between already, but it matters to me, OKAY)

I like to imagine the eventual decision to live in a different world as one that takes weeks, if not months to figure out. And during that time, they still visit the Mushroom Kingdom plenty, of course! They have tea with Peach and explore Toad Town and visit the Kongs and go on little adventures and help out with conflicts and Luigi gets to have a good time and see the nice parts of the world, FINALLY, and all of this strengthens the friendships they've made. And as time goes on, they start to realize that they want to stay more and more until eventually, it's an easy choice to make. :)

And during this in-between part, I want Peach to come visit them in the regular world too!!! CONSIDERING SHE IS LIKELY FROM THIS WORLD AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN CURIOUS ABOUT HER ORIGINS, WHY WOULDN'T SHE???? She probably can't steal away TOO much considering her position, but I just have the biggest smile on my face imagining Mario and Luigi taking her to all their favorite shops/restaurants and her being endlessly fascinated by the silliest little things and the parents trying to AGGRESSIVELY matchmake every chance they get, lol. I just love the Mario & Peach & Luigi dynamic and want to see both brothers becoming closer with her in their own ways, what can I say. <3

Also, it's kind of funny to imagine that what pushes them over the edge re: moving is Peach's offer to build them a house for free. A WHOLE HOUSE??? FOR FREE??? WHILE THE GOING RENT IN BROOKLYN IS OUT OF CONTROL??? This may be the only chance the brothers get to move out of their parents' house without it costing an arm and a leg and by god, they're going to take it and run with it

(Yes, that last point is a little TOO real, sob)

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie spoilers #again nothing wrong with having that interpretation! just sharing my own thoughts :)#i am stepping on the toes of the fanfic i'm writing with some of this lol #not sure how long that will take to share but i'm working on it!#cherrysip hc's & rambling

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remedy-ships-it · 3 months

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1 + 2 (pre relationship) and 1 + 2 (general) for reid !!! - @dogcodedcatboy :3

hi cricket! thank you for the ask, i love your ship with roman it is very silly to me/pos :]

PRE-RELATIONSHIP:

1. How did they first meet?

Okay, I sort of mentioned this in another ask but I'll go into a little more detail now.

In season 3, episode 9 of CM, it follows the aftermath of the team's technical analyst Penelope getting shot. I basically had already planned on my s/i being a forensic sketch artist but I was having a hard time figuring out when I'd come in so when I got to this episode it was like everything kinda fell into place.

About twelve minutes in, Spencer tells Penelope they have a sketch artist coming in (meee :D) to draw up the guy who hurt her. So I figure Spencer and I met a little bit before this scene to discuss the situation.

I end up befriending Penelope during this time and visit with her in the hospital while the others are off doing their job and tracking down the guy who hurt her, and she basically is the one that convinces me to try and become a profiler for the team. Spencer, of course, recognizes me when we get the chance to properly meet months later.

2 has been answered here.

GENERAL:

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

About to go into, like, an insane amount of detail because I was actually daydreaming about this earlier today. Um there will be C.riminal M.inds spoilers for anyone worried about that.

*opens up a timeline of the entire series off-tab*

So, we meet for the first time in season 3, episode 9 (Mid-November 2007). Afterwards, I undergo training at the academy in 2008 January through May, then we meet properly when I graduate and join the team in June.

I'm gonna give myself an aneurysm trying to figure out the exact details to a T, but just trust me, there's an overlap in qualifications needed to be a sketch artist and a special agent (because obviously I wouldn't start off immediately as an SSA- I'm thinking about this way too deeply. Listen if S.eaver can join the team before even graduating from the Academy then I can do something like that too okay. Plus, I have Penelope vouching for me, I'm sure she could pull a few strings where need be).

Anyways uh. Our glorious friendship blossoms over the span of almost a year, coming to a head in season 4, episode 24 (May 2009), where Spencer almost dies due to anthrax poisoning. You know that trope where one person confesses their love because they think they're going to lose the person they love? Yeah, I do that during the ride to hospital, and he remembers but neither of us bring it up again because we are SO DUMB. Woohoo!

Fast forward to season 5, episode 1 (which also takes place in May 2009, if my sources are correct) and Spencer gets shot in the knee, so I end up temporarily moving in with him to make sure he's not all alone with an injury. I become his roommate for about six to seven months to look after him while his knee's healing, and it isn't until after H.otch's wife is killed in season 5, episode 9 (December 2009) that he decides to casually be like "you know I love you too, right?"

We just have this moment where I ask him why he didn't tell me sooner and he says he thought maybe I was just stressed and worried when I'd confessed and didn't want to make me uncomfortable by bringing it up. We kind of just laugh it off and realize we're both dummies for not just talking to each other sooner.

So I guess, in a way, we both took steps to initiate the relationship, but he was the one to finally really bring it up face-to-face. We end up going on an actual date after this and make it official sometime around then.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

I'm gonna try to answer this in less excruciating detail than the last question. I actually talked about this a bit before here. Although I think I'm gonna retcon the part that says we don't hold hands before dating.

Apparently the squeakquel was in theaters December 2009? Imagine how funny it would be if we saw that on our first date.

No but I imagine our first date probably would've been him taking me to see a foreign movie and whispering the translations in my ear and holding hands. We would both be really nervous because oh my god we're going on a date, but then we relax and remember that it's just us. We're best friends, we hang out all the time. But we spend the entire movie mostly focused on each other and smiling like dorks.

I'm back living in my own apartment by this point (but we live in the same complex so it's cool) so he walked me back to my place like a true gentleman and gave me a nervous kiss on the cheek goodnight and a hug. We were both very giddy afterwards and just glad that we didn't have to hide how we felt anymore.

#i'm not going back and proofreading this so i hope this is coherent lmao #casually drops the entire remreid timeline apparently #sorry about that aha #🧠r | pretty boy swag #☕remreid #self ship #selfship #selfship community #ask game💕

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asmutwriter · 2 years

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Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 19)

So my life has been busy at the moment so parts to this story may be less frequent then normal. I will still post I’m just not sure when I’ll have time to write new parts but new parts are coming I promise!

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2681

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WARNINGS: Season 4 spoilers, swearing, very brief smut, making out

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

Alice leaves after a while. You get ready to hide Eddie in case she tells the police but after a few hours you figure she’s kept her promise and not ratted you out. A few days pass. You have gotten Eddie some new clothes for him to wear. Then you pack up all your stuff into your car during the day. Going back into your house, you sit on the sofa. Eddie grabbing a beer from the fridge. “So go over the plan with me again” he asks as he sits next to you

“I’ve packed our stuff into my car. Later tonight, I’m thinking about 1am, we head off to Mexico. Once there we do some house hunting or just find a caravan to live in. Dependant on which one happens first. A small flat will do us just fine”

“How long is the drive to Mexico?”

“Likely take us 2 days. Possibly 3 depending on how many times we need to stop for food and sleep” he nods, taking a large sip of his drink

“And who have you told that we are going?”

“I’ve quit my job already. I stopped working there about a week ago. Some of my immediate friends I’ve told I’m moving away but I said I’d write to them. Alice is the only one who knows that I’m moving into a place with you” he nods, scratching at his neck scar. You sigh as you stand up “I’m going to sleep for a bit so that I can drive us over night. Just for a few hours. I’ll then park up and sleep properly. It’s just so that no one who might recognise you from around here won’t see you in my car” he nods and waves goodnight to you as you go into the bedroom and lie down.

You wake up about midnight, having a quick shower before going to Eddie who’s asleep on the sofa. Shaking him “Eddie” he grunts at you as you chuckle. “Eddie, it’s time for us to go” he rubs his eyes, nodding and sitting up. Scratching his head before standing.

“Let’s go” he heads to the front door. You quickly write a note, leaving it on the table for the estate agent who was coming round the next day. Saying you would leave the key you have under the doormat. Thankfully he has a key to your house so you didn’t worry about him not being able to get in. You lock the door behind you both after you quickly ran round the house, checking you’ve not left anything behind. Heading to the car you start it up, backing out and heading to your new home.

You had music blaring, trying to keep yourself awake whist you drove. But it must’ve gotten about 4 in the morning before you caved. Pulling into a layby so you could rest your eyes for a few hours. Just as you turn off the car’s engine, Eddie wakes up. “Sorry Liz... I meant to stay awake and chat with you”

“It’s ok. Sorry to wake you. I just needed to rest my eyes for a bit before driving again”

“Rest then. I’ll see you in the morning” you nod. Both falling back to sleep.

Waking up about 10 you stretch, Eddie flutters his eyes open and half smiles at you “Do you want me to take over driving for a bit?”

“If you’re ok with that?”

“Of course!” you both switch seats. Him driving for a few hours as you both chat. “I’ve not played dungeons and dragons in so long”

“When did you last play?”

“Like a month ago. That’s a long time” you laugh

“I’ve not played for over a year”

“How are you sane?” he asks you

“I don’t know. None of my friends are into that kind of thing. Apart from you, obviously. But I feel bad about crashing you hellfire session” he chuckles slightly

“Ok. I need to change your experience though”

“How?”

“Tonight when we pull over I’m going to do a session with you. Just a small one. Before we sleep” you laugh slightly

“Will just me playing be enough?”

“Of course! It’d come in handy as I need new DnD buddies” you nod slightly, looking at him as he drives. Getting heavily distracted by his hand changing gear. Going back to the wheel. Thankfully you pull yourself out of the trance before he notices. Going back to your conversation.

You stop for food, before you take over driving again. Going along until quite late. You find a car park. Both grabbing snacks as he grins at you “You ready for DnD?”

“Sure. Let’s do this” he laughs, setting up the basis for the game with you. Creating a character and then a world. It doesn’t surprise you that he has a couple of dice in his leather jacket.

You play for what must’ve been a couple of hours before he speaks. “I think us ending at the Cave of Death is a good place to stop”

“No! I want to know that happened to Lin!” he chuckles slightly “You can’t have my cat companion kidnapped and then not at least tell me she’s ok”

“Guess you’ll just have to find out tomorrow” you glare at him, grabbing a chocolatey snack from the dashboard and hiding it over your side of the car

“Fine. But I’m taking these as hostage” he laughs, leaning across you and taking them. He smiles at you, you can smell the cigarette on his breath as he speaks

“Didn’t put up much of a fight now did you?” you chuckle, snatching them back off of him and trying to move away. But he just goes closer to you, causing you to squeal. He laughs, grabbing them from you and going to his side of the car. You lean over him, hand resting on his bicep as you go to grab them again but being unable to. His arms being that little bit longer than yours. You huff out in annoyance, glaring at him. His face inches away from yours as he grins.

“You’re...” you try and think of an insult but none comes to mind

“Amazing? Gorgeous? A brilliant friend? Oh you flatter me”

“Oh shut up” he laughs, gently patting your head before he looks around the car park.

“Wow. How long did we play for? We’re the only ones here. There was at least ten cars when we pulled up” you look out the window, chuckling slightly at the deserted car park. He turns his head back towards you as you look at him. You realise your still leaning over him, chest pressed against his. Your eyes flutter down to his lips quickly, before you move away. Feeling your cheeks redden at the idea of getting close with him. You both sit in silence for a while before you feel his finger under your chin, gently tilting your head to look at him. Your cheeks reddening even more. He gently runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Eyes fixed on your mouth as he smiles at you. You lean into him, his warmth and scent attracting you. This causes him to smile more. He was truly captivated by you at this moment. A car pulling up in the car park distracts you both, causing you to move away and for him to drop his hand.

“We should sleep... Busy day ahead of us tomorrow” he nods. Looking over at you before he takes his jacket off and placing it over your body

“You might get cold...” he says calmly before shutting his eyes. You pull the leather up near your nose, smelling the fabric as the previous few moments played through your head. You’d slept with him before. Of course. But that wasn’t for a while. You assumed you slept with him because he was a rebound. You assumed that’s how he saw it as well. Just a guy you slept with because you were dealing with your breakup, but who you ended up befriending in the process. So why did that moment feel so... unique. Intimate. Alluring. You shake it off. Putting it down to hormones and fluke. Shutting your eyes you drift off to sleep.

You were bent over the bed. Feeling him railing you from behind as his hand gripped your hair tightly causing you to moan. He felt so good, the smell of cigarette smoke and beer hitting your nose as he grunts behind you. Pushing your face down into the bed as you grip it tightly. “Eddie...” you moan out.

You wake up to the car door shutting. “Shit” you hear him say. You open your eyes and look at him. Feeling dazed from your dream. Then remembering what you had just been dreaming you feel your cheeks turn red. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. I just needed to piss” you nod, rubbing your eyes

“So glad you told me that” you look at your watch. 8:37. you let out an annoyed groan “Why did we decide to travel to a place that’s so far away” he laughs

“Hey, you decided this before you knew I was ok. So I’m not responsible for your problem”

“That doesn’t help. That just means I’m the idiot”

“Come on. Let’s go” he quickly goes through your tapes you have. “Why is your music taste so.... shit”

“I have good music taste”

“No. No you don’t” he finds one and shrugs “Till do” he puts it in. You smile and start singing as he rolls his eyes at you but smiles. You start up the car, driving for what seems like ages. Stopping to have some food on the way as you switch so he drives for another few hours. Changing back to you after about four hours. Driving for a few more five hours before, once again, finding a spot to park up so you can both rest. Pulling up near a woods that has a small picnic bench. You get out of the car, stretching before going over to the bench, leaning against it and looking at the wooded area. He leans against the bench, both of you in silence. You go to the car, going and grabbing some crisps. Then going over to the bench and offering a packet. He takes it, opening it and eating it. “Next time we stop at a gas station can we get something to drink?”

“We have coke in the car”

“Not that kind of drink”

“Oh... sure. But you’re buying it. I’m underage” he chuckles, eating as he speaks

“So am I. It’s not going to stop me” you laugh. Both continuing to eat. Finishing and going and placing the empty bags into the car. Going back over and lining against the bench with Eddie again. You lean against the bench, lying on the top of it with your legs over the edge, feet on the seat part. Looking up at the stars. You point

“Ooh shooting star” he leans his head back and looks up. “Got to make a wish” he smiles

“What are you wishing for?”

“If I tell you then it won’t come true” he nods

“Can’t argue with that” he turns to look at you. You move your head slightly to look at him. You smile, he smiles back at you. “It’s so much calmer at night” you nod in agreement. “May I join?” he motions next to you as you nod, scooting over as he lies down. He scratches at his neck scar, frowning slightly as he feels where the wound was.

“Can I ask something?” he looks at you and nods “How badly where you bitten...? I know it was bad but... how bad?” he breaks eye contact with you, looking back at the sky. Taking in a shaky breath he sits up. You also sit up as he takes off his shirt. Revealing his scarred torso. “Oh god...” you whisper. Finger gently touching over the healed skin. You can see a sadness in his eyes as he looks down at himself. You place a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you “You are still an amazing guy. One of my closest friends and still very handsome. With or without these scars. Nothing can change those facts” he smiles slightly at you.

“Thank you” he says quietly. You nod, moving your hand from his cheek and looking back at the sky. He places his shirt back on, his eyes looking over at you as you admire the stars. “I’m sorry for dragging you into my shitty life”

“You didn’t drag me into anything. I’m here because I want to be” you look at him and smile “its part of the adventure” he chuckles slightly. Taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it. He leaves his mouth near your hand, gently brushing over it.

“You know... when I came too in the other place I had a lot of thoughts going through my head...” you nod slightly, his deep brown eyes meeting yours. A slight tinge of sadness in them. “I was so scared of never seeing anyone again... of being trapped in that place... it nearly drove me insane” he turns your hand over and kisses the palm of it “But the thing that helped me get out of there was you. I had seen Dustin and how he was with it all. I knew he’d be ok. Same with Wheeler and everyone. But you... I needed to know you were ok. So I made myself get up. Made myself come back here. I couldn’t protect Chrissy... and that will forever haunt me. But I can try and protect you. Now I have a head start on that weird bastard” he smiles at you “A king has to protect his queen” he smiles at you. Kissing your wrist

“That, Eddie Munson, was the most genuine thing anyone has ever said to me” he grins at you. Placing a hand on your cheek and gently rubbing your cheekbone “I’m so glad to see you again...” you smile at him, feeling tears prick at your eyes. He smiles softly at you, leaning in and gently planting a kiss onto your lips. The action causing so much joy to flow through your body. You grip at his shirt, trying to pull him closer to you. Kissing each other slowly and sweetly. Just taking in each other’s taste with no other real intent behind the soft kisses you’re exchanging. Just wanting to feel each other. Be close. You move closer to him, trying to feel him on every inch of your body. He smiles at this action, but not once do you leave each other’s lips

“God I missed how good you taste...” you blush slightly at his words. Biting your bottom lip

“What do I taste like?”

“Like strawberries and chocolate” you smile, kissing him again. The contrast of him tasting of beer and cigar being evident to you. You feel his hand trail up and down your spine and sides. It eventually rests on your hip, squeezing it slightly.

“Eddie...” you moan out quietly. He smiles. Stroking your cheek slightly before giving you a quick peck to your lips and then your forehead.

“As much as I would love to carry on I’m afraid we should get back to the car and sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow” you pout at him, gripping his shirt slightly as a means to keep him close to you. He takes a hold of the balled up fists. Kissing the knuckles gently before standing up. Outstretching his hand towards you. You take it, letting him lead you to the car and opening the passenger door. You get in

“Such a gentlemen” he grins and bows slightly. Shutting the door and getting into the driver’s seat. You both chat for about 30 minutes more until you both let sleep take over you both.