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you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

seven. as long as you follow.

content (for this chapter): smut (mild), tooth-rotting fluff, i mean a lot of fluff, wedding, a lot of speeches, all of them are being menaces, unedited

word count: 6.3k

a/n: so this is the final chapter and i'm in shambles i already miss them. i might, later on, write some blurbs of the before, during and after of their lives together, but as for the main story, there you have it. thank you to @lcvenderblues specifically for putting up with me through this whole thing, i know leave the rest in your hands

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“There was a time when I believed marriage was not for me. Scratch that–I believed love was not for me. That I didn’t deserve it, not in the way I wanted it. For a while, I stopped caring, or pretended I didn’t care, just so I could go on. And when I met Camila, I still thought that. I’m sure everyone’s aware of the way we began, so I believe it’s not that odd of me to say: I thought that was it. One fun moment that’d be gone soon, something to think about in my spare time–which, let me tell you, it wasn’t that much with a toddler–but that’d be the end of it all. It didn’t matter that I was instantly captivated by her, that I didn’t want the night to end, or that she managed to break through that barrier I’d built so carefully around myself with just one smile–none of it mattered, because I’d wake up in the morning and she’d be gone. Except she wasn’t, so then I thought she’d find out I had a kid and then she’d go. But again, she didn’t. Time and time again I told myself this is it, this is the moment it’s all over, and time and time again she proved me wrong. At some point, whether consciously or not I cannot say, I stopped being afraid she’d vanish from my life, and I don’t know if it was because I realized just how stubborn she is or I somehow settled down, I just–she was here, with me, and I knew I could count on her presence. On her love. On her. And I suddenly felt like the luckiest person in the world. I love you, Mila, and I promise you’ll get tired of hearing me say it, and I’ll just keep repeating it. Ah, no llores–”

“Are you going to cry?” Santi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned towards Frankie, looking around at the few people settling in their seats when Benny came announcing Camila would be arriving shortly–his face red and eyes glimmering, a muffled tone to his words. “Because Benny took all the tissues I had, so–”

“It’s fine, Pope,” Frankie said in return, hands fidgeting at his sides. “Wait, what happened with Benny?” he frowned, gaze flitting from one man to the other moving back towards the house, hands running down the front of his shirt.

“He cried when he saw Alba with the flower basket,” Santi grinned, though there was a softness in his voice at the thought of the little girl patiently waiting in the kitchen for her mom. Pope looked back towards Frankie, his head slightly tilted. “You are going to cry, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” Frankie scoffed, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt, the neck of it left open at the first two buttons. “This doesn’t exactly happen every day.”

“You’re getting married,” Santi mused, his gaze flickering towards the guests–no more than 25, a familiar face smiling back at him when their gazes met. He returned the smile, then placed his hands on Frankie’s shoulders. “Holy shit, you’re getting married.”

Low murmuring rose across the seat as the window from the kitchen slid open, heads turning and Frankie’s body seizing as he inhaled deeply and held his breath, fidgeting again with the cuffs of his shirt, his gaze falling to Alba. The child skipped outside, a puffy yellow dress moving with her as she threw the flowers she’d carefully picked with Camila all across the garden. Just a couple steps behind, Benny emerged from the kitchen, holding the door open to let Camila through.

“Holy shit indeed,” Frankie muttered in his next exhale, a stutter in his heart when Camila looked up and met his gaze.

“Stop it, both of you,” Will reprimanded from their side, but a crack ran through his voice, too. “You should be turned around, Fish.”

“I already knew what my wife looks like,” Frankie scoffed, moving his torso only–he couldn’t look away from Camila.

“Wife-to-be,” Will corrected, amused.

They’d wanted a small thing. Few people and fewer preparations, most of it going to the decorating of their backyard where they were, with long tables around the edges and an arch they’d built together. No suit and tie for Frankie, just a white button down and fitted trousers–no gown for her, rather a simple cream dress with sheer sleeves and a long-ish skirt, hair left unbound just as the day he’d met her, a crown of flowers just as promised to Alba, and her cheeks sunburnt from the days spent in the garden. She was barefoot.

“Are you arguing?” she called from the end of the aisle, Benny at her side as she placed her hands on her hips–she was smiling, bright and wide, lines at the corners of her eyes.

“No ma’am,” Will returned, matching her tone–Frankie could hear the smile in his friend’s voice, could feel Santi chuckling by his side and see Benny’s joy all across his face.

He could see Alba, running up to him, flowers all but forgotten as she crashed into him, bouncing with her arms wrapped around his legs–a moment later, Camila did the same, a small hop on the spot before sprinting towards them, immediately going to wrap her arms around Frankie.

“Hi,” she whispered into the crook of his neck, one of his hands on the small of her back to keep her close, the other resting on Alba’s head. They could hear the others murmuring softly, through chuckles and ohs.

“Hi,” he mumbled, a quick kiss to her temple, careful to not squish the flowers.

“Should we get married?” she grinned, looking up at him, eyes shimmering–somewhere between unshed tears and utter joy.

“Yes,” he nodded, another kiss to her forehead–he almost leaned in, kissed her in full, felt the tug forward as he bowed his head a little, but he could feel Will’s gaze on the side of his face and smirked, turning slightly towards him with a small nod.

They remained like that for the whole ceremony, tangled together and incredibly close, her head tilted towards his shoulder, her thumb rubbing figures on his back, gazes searching for the other’s every now and then as Will spoke–Alba stood on the side, restless, bracketed by Santi and Benny (who’d started tearing up again).

“When people get in a relationship, you often hear the phrase honeymoon phase,” Will started as the silence settled in fully, clearing his throat once. “That moment of euphoria that’s carefree and happy and all that–it is said that it lasts just a limited amount of time, but I know that to not be true. You only have to look in front of you to see it for yourself–seriously, you’re gonna spend the whole ceremony like this?”

“Yes,” Camila grinned wide, tightening her hold around Frankie’s waist and resting her head on his shoulder. Santi snorted, quick to cover his mouth with the hand he didn’t have on Alba’s shoulder. “Go on,” she added then, making Will chuckle, a fond roll of his eyes.

“I won’t bore you with details about Cami or Frankie, about them as a couple–that’s for later, when we’re all too full from the food Verónica and Emilia prepared, so that no one can run away,” more laughter from the seats, Will bowing his head in the women’s direction. “But I will say this: I feel very lucky I’ve witnessed, and continue witnessing, a love like theirs. It feels like hope, it feels like a breath of fresh air to see such love. When they asked me to be the one to marry them, I panicked and made a stupid joke I won’t repeat–”

“He said he’s more of a monogamous guy,” Camila said from over Frankie’s shoulder, her chin resting on it for a moment through the snickers and Will’s defeated sigh.

“Thank you, Cami,” she grinned in his direction. “I didn’t know what I was going to talk about. I had no idea what I was going to tell you about them, their love. First I thought I’d count; count the looks, count the kisses, count the I love yous. Some sort of proof of their lives together so far. Something that could prove to you all that what you’re seeing in front of you is, for lack of a better word, real. But this is all the proof you need, isn’t it? The two of them. Testimony of this love.

“I think we’re lucky to be a part of this because, you see, their affection is not reserved for the other only–these two have hearts so big there’s room for every single one of us, even when they’re disgustingly stuck to each other, seemingly locked in a little bubble of their own. It’s never like that–they’re ready to drop everything for those they care about, wake up in the middle of the night and drive an hour to the airport for us just as they would for each other,” Camila’s lips quivered in her smile, glossy eyes fixed on Will.

“Why did you have to bring me into this?” Santi complained, his voice a little watery as he brushed Alba’s hair absent-mindedly, careful of the flowers braided in it in imitation of her mother’s. Frankie couldn’t help his laughter–his heart was full, so full, it felt like it might burst and he didn’t really mind. He’d be happy like this.

“I needed a good example and Benny is a mess as it is already,” Will shrugged, chin jutting in direction of his brother–the younger Miller’s face was spotted red, tears staining his cheeks as he attempted to compose himself, one hand on Alba’s shoulder and the other wiping the front of his shirt. Camila’s gaze softened at the sight, the split of a smile dedicated to him only.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, voice unsteady. Will–his neck red too, hands twisting in front of him–chuckled and shook his head before returning his attention to the couple.

“It’s special–this moment, their union. Now they’re making it official, and we’re here today as witnesses of it: of their family, of their love. And with the exchange of rings, I leave the word to them.”

Alba broke free of the two men’s hold to step ahead, lifting the small satchel she had tied to her wrist in her parents’ direction. Frankie crouched down, carefully untying it from her arm to open it and drop the rings into his palm–white gold circlets, one falling into the other and giving just a glimpse of the incision within.

As long as you follow.

It had seemed fitting–fixing their story with a song, the same way it had started.

Frankie kissed Alba’s cheek, a quiet thank you that had the girl beaming before Camila reached down towards her, too, holding her face in her hands to kiss her forehead. Alba giggled, each hand holding onto one of them before letting them get back up, standing once more in front of Will.

The silence was almost religious, watching, waiting, as they turned to face each other–and suddenly there was no other but them, hands joined, holding the rings on their palms, hearts thundering. A silent conversation, should I? You go. Go ahead.

“This is just the first speech I have prepared for tonight,” Camila started letting go of one of his hands to reach into the sleeve of her dress–she took a folded piece of paper, wrinkled and scribbled all over. “I wasn’t sure how to fit all I wanted to say, and I probably didn’t, but–” she cleared her throat, shuffling from one side to the other and holding the paper up to her face. “Should’ve worn my glasses,” she muttered, causing laughter to ripple around the backyard.

“I can always get them for you,” Frankie grinned, squeezing her hand gently.

“Nope, you’re not going anywhere,” she shook her head, pulling him one step closer. “Francisco–Frankie, my love, my life. You have given me everything I could hope for in life and more, and I’m so grateful for you I sometimes feel like my heart is gonna escape its confinements. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this satisfied, this happy–you’re my happiness, you have been for so long I have started counting my days as before you and with you. I know I don’t want an after you, because I don’t know what I would do without the best part of my heart, the one that’s dedicated to you, the one that waited for you my whole life.

“This is the point where people start making promises. I’ve always been afraid of that, I worried I might not be able to keep them, but you’ve made me less afraid, so–I promise to tell you when your hair is out of place,” through her smile, Frankie laughed, dropping his head forward a bit and letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. “I promise to remind you when to trim–just trim–your beard. I promise to help you pick the right clothes, and to give back all those absurd button-ups I will continue to steal from you. I promise we’ll cook together every time we get the chance, and we’ll get take-out all those nights we’re both too tired to even walk in the kitchen. I promise we’ll get bigger sheets for the bed, so I won’t steal all of it through the night and leave you in the cold–and I admit this last one was a lie, because we both know I’d probably manage to hog those, too.”

“Yes, you would,” he murmured, bringing her hand up to his face, leaving a quick kiss to her knuckles–he focused on the motion, focused on his breathing, his heartbeat, her.

“You’re gonna distract me,” she reprimanded, but squeezed his hand nonetheless. “I promise I will remind you what an amazing person you are every day, because you are and tend to forget it at times. I promise I will be here, right where you need me, when you need me, because I know you will do the same for me and I love you for that. I love you for everything–that’s what I promise. I promise that I love you, I love you, I love you and will continue to, every day of my life, our lives–and afterwards, too. And,” she folded the paper, unsure for a moment of what to do with it before dropping it to the ground and picking his ring up. She brought it to her lips, a quick kiss before holding it between trembling fingertips. “As long as you follow.”

Frankie’s hands were shaking too–it looked almost comical as she put the ring on, both their touches hesitant without meaning too. As soon as the ring was past his last knuckle, he took her hand, brought them both to his chest and held her there, her own ring pressed against the back of her hand as he bowed his head, one small step forward to rest his forehead to hers. Eyes closed, she curled her fingers over the shirt, exhaling slowly.

“I love you,” a whisper exchanged at the same time, smiles returning unabashed.

Their cheeks would hurt by the end of the day, and the day after that.

“There is a Spanish expression,” Frankie started after clearing his throat, straightening his head and forcing his eyes open, “which is really, really corny–but I promised you I would be that, so there we have it: encontrar a tu media naranja. Literally, it means to meet your half-orange. I used to think it was odd–why would an orange be a synonym for soulmate. Some said it’s because of its shape, because of a Greek myth, because of churches–it never made sense to me, none of it. And then, the first morning we spent together, you split an orange between us. I was tired, maybe a little hungover–”

“A little?” she grinned, making his face scrunch up in a grimace.

“We both were,” he protested, making her smile widen–the more her smile grew, the more Frankie’s heart swelled. He burned to wrap his arms around her, hold her, kiss her. “Fine–a little more than hungover. But I remember that phrase popping in my head–just for a moment, while you dropped slice after slice of fruit into my plate, as if it was something we’d been doing our whole lives. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, until it happened again. An orange, an apple, a cake, a plate of rice, a pizza–all halves. You are my better half, Mila. You’ve been that since the very first moment, and I couldn’t be more grateful I found you. I found my better half, it’s–you’re the better part of me, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives thinking about how lucky I got.”

Camila’s mouth quivered, her eyes soft and wide as she leaned forward, her hands still on his chest for support, trapped beneath his. She went in for a kiss, almost, and then turned her head at the last moment, lips brushing the heart-shaped spot at his jaw where his beard didn’t grow, the same spot she spent nights tracing with her fingertips.

He took her hand from his chest, held it gingerly as he fixed his hold on the ring.

“So I promise you’ll be reminded every day of just how special you are to me,” he went on, voice a little lower–the quiet was so deep the words echoed nevertheless. “I promise you’ll have plenty of oranges and rosemary and coffee, always. I promise all the shirts in my closet and all the blankets you’ll manage to hog. I promise the beach and long drives, and I promise music and singing as loud as you can, dancing until my back hurts and then some–maybe. Maybe you’ll have to ask Alba for that. I promise all the things you never thought you could ask for, that you’ll never be hungry for anything, that I’ll love you in all the ways I know how, every day of our lives and then afterwards,” he kissed her ring, kissed her finger where the other ring sat, too, and then put it on, still shaking, a little breathless. “As long as you follow.”

“I love you,” whispered for him only this time, taking his face in her hands and leaning in, kissing and kissing and kissing him.

“Well, I guess I’m not needed anymore,” Will called, making them laugh into the kiss and break apart, however reluctantly. Holding onto each other, they turned to him with an apologetic look in their eyes, and he scoffed lightly, waving his hand. “Go ahead, you’re officially husband and wife.”

Frankie held her tightly before kissing her again, joy dripping in his every movement, laughter muffled by her lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They were cheered on as he rested one hand to the small of her back, pushing her flush to him, and one to the nape of her neck, fingers tangled through her hair as she dipped back a little and he followed, kissing, kissing, kissing his wife. He was euphoric. He was at peace.

Happiest wedding I’ve been to, the first people to leave said.

So much laughter, so much food, so many speeches. People’s faces ached from smiles and laughter; some held onto their stomachs as they walked away; some had their noses buried into the branches of rosemary Camila was giving away, the plant in the corner of the garden overflowing, now taller than Alba.

“Do you think Santiago’s gonna make a move tonight?” she murmured when Frankie returned to her side, two glasses he placed in front of them before sitting down, his arms over the back of her chair to bring her closer. “He’s gonna hurt himself if he keeps doing that.”

On the other side of the garden, Santi was dancing with Alba, both of them jumping in circles–Camila didn’t think his knees were going to thank him later in the night. But the smile on his face was contagious, reaching the child and, most of all, the woman sitting at the table where he’d been, her eyes shimmering with amusement and fondness.

“I think I don’t want to think about Pope tonight,” Frankie hummed, though his gaze followed him for a moment while he leaned towards Camila. “The only person I wanted to watch dance was my wife,” he added then, chin hooked over her shoulder and arm wrapping around her to bring her closer. Camila chuckled, leaning out of her chair and into his chest, moving her gaze away from Santi.

“And was it of your liking, husband?” she grinned, her nose scrunching up as she moved in. He brushed the tip of his nose to hers, head tilted as his other hand rose to cup her jaw, bringing her closer for a slow but short kiss, her whole body shifting towards his.

“Very,” he nodded, a peck to her lips, one to the bridge of her nose.

“But seriously, Santi–” he cut her sentence off by pressing his mouth to hers one more time.

“Forget about Santi,” cheek, jaw, chin, each word a delicate kiss that made her smile only grow. She felt drunk on the feeling, somewhere between euphoria and absolute peace. “He’ll get there–eventually.”

“Fine,” she pouted, resting her head against his chest. Frankie placed her chin on the top of her head, flowers tickling his neck as she shifted. “I’m exhausted. And happy. Really happy.”

“Too exhausted for your surprise?” he asked quietly, lips brushing the top of her head. Camila straightened right away, leaning almost all the way out of her chair as she twisted her torso towards him, hands on his thighs to support herself and eyebrows arched.

“I have a surprise?” the joy on her face was infectious, and Frankie couldn’t help smiling as he nodded. “What is it?”

“Well, I’m not spoiling it for you,” she pouted again, a mock-offended frown taking over her face that had him snort and tilt his head, giving a quick kiss right to her pout. “Come on. You need shoes.”

“Should I get Alba?” she asked as they stood, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders as she moved her hands to his chest. Frankie shook his head, guiding her towards the door.

“Not tonight–your mom is keeping her for us,” he moved behind her, now both arms around her middle to shepherd her forward. Her own hands fell to his wrists, head tilted slightly back to look up at him. “It’s just us tonight. Come on.”

Five minutes later, with no word to the guests–though everybody had seen them sneak away, wrapped around the other–they were in Frankie’s new truck. Just like the first night, with Frankie reaching across the seat to hold her hand into her lap, dress bunched up around her legs. The music played softer, As long as you follow making her laugh and tilt her body sideways, head resting on his shoulder.

“You’re not gonna tell me where we’re going, are you?” she asked, a quick kiss to his shoulder before looking up at him. Frankie’s gaze was on the road, but he was smiling–he shook her head, giving a quick squeeze to her hand.

“You’re gonna have to wait, baby,” his hand shifted between her thighs, fingers pushing gently into the inner flesh covered by the long skirt–her own hand was resting on top of his, the other wrapped around his bicep, leaving quick kisses to his shoulder every now and then.

The sleeve of his shirt carried the mark of her lipstick. Imprint of her affection.

She’d wanted to be that close on the very first night, too–search for his touch, search for his body from across the handbrake, ask him to stop the car and get on the roof of the car to scream and sing and dance and kiss her again. Camila had been enamored of him since the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and every moment after that a little more.

“Are you staring?” minutes passed driving in quiet, the music and rumble of the motor the only noises that accompanied their breathing. Camila nodded, her chin digging into his shoulder. “Why?”

“Just looking at my husband,” she shrugged slightly, shifting a little closer. His hand curled against her inner thigh, a quiet sigh escaping him as she kissed his neck, right above the neckline of his shirt. “My beautiful, beautiful husband,” she moved her hand to the back of his head, fingertips brushing the shorter locks at the nape of his neck.

“Mila,” he reprimanded, hand tightening both around the wheel and squeezing her thigh. “We’re almost there. Behave,” she hummed, kissing his neck again, whatever remained of her lipstick staining his skin, too.

“We had Santi at home for two weeks,” she complained, locking her knees together, his hand trapped between her legs. “I love him, but–”

“I know,” he chuckled, thumb pressed to the top of her thigh as he stopped the car. “That’s why we’re here,” he added, turning off the car and the music with it, turning his head to look at her. Camila straightened her back, looking out the front window and then the sides, eyes a little wide with curiosity and brow furrowed.

“Are you trying to become a widower already?” she scoffed, trees on their sides getting lost in the night darkness. Frankie snorted, his turn to lean in and kiss her neck, her shoulder, before moving his hand away and opening the door.

“Come on, I’ve gotta show you something,” he nudged her side before hopping down the truck, walking to her side to open the door for her, too, holding her hands as she came down.

He led her to the truck bed, opening the tailgate for her and showing blankets and pillows bunched up in a corner, a thicket duvet laid down across the bed as a sort of padding. Camila’s brows arched, corners of her mouth turning in a smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, turning to look up at him.

“So that is why we’re here, huh?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes a little before turning towards her, holding her by the waist and hoisting her up. She scooted back, still grinning, watching as he climbed in after her and closed the tailgate back.

“Not exactly,” he settled at her side, fixing the pillows behind their heads. “Lay back.”

Camila looked at him a moment longer before doing as he said, placing the flower crown aside–it had smushed on the side she’d rested her head on his shoulder, some petals hanging loose and some already fallen, tangled in her hair. She kept her head turned towards him, watching as he took a blanket to place across their legs before leaning back, too. She reached for his hand, but before she could intertwine their fingers, he placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head slightly, so that–

“Oh,” he watched as her eyes widened slightly, jaw softening as she lifted herself onto her elbows, head tilted back looking at the sky.

Clear sky dotted with stars, bright stars that reflected in her awed eyes. Frankie smiled, following the surprise across her face and the arch of her body as she moved slightly up, as if trying to reach for the constellations.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, sliding one hand up to reach for his hand again. This time, he took it within his, locking their fingers together.

“I used to come here a lot when I was first getting sober,” he said softly, and she looked away from the sky just to look back at him, lowering herself on her side and shifting closer. “I would drop Alba with my mother for the night and then just drive. I’d fall asleep here often, wake up with all my bones aching–it was better than getting into a bar, plus no one was ever here,” she placed her free hand on his chest, fingers curled into the neckline of his shirt. “And then I stopped needing the stars.”

“Frankie,” her voice cracked slightly, both with laughter and affection, turning her head to kiss his jaw. He curled his arm around her, pulling her closer so that her front was pressed against his side, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“I was supposed to come here that night, too–the night we met,” he cleared his throat, looking back at the sky. “Still don’t know why I changed my mind.”

“I can’t help but be glad you did,” head falling into the crook of his neck, she whispered against his skin. “If only ‘cause it led you to me.”

“Me too, baby,” he brought his hand to the back of her head, burying his fingers through her hair–he could feel small petals stuck within the locks and smiled softly before twisting his head and lowering his gaze, looking down at her. At the shift of his body, she looked up as well. “And now we got married,” he murmured with a smile, and she returned it with a grin.

“We got married,” she repeated with an enthusiastic nod, leaning in to kiss the smile off his lips. “I love you,” mumbled between kisses, hands searching each other as Frankie turned on his side, too. “I’m not getting naked in the woods,” he snorted, hand tracing a slow path down her side and over her thigh, hitching it over his waist.

“That’s fine,” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, he reached with his free hand for the buttons at the top of her neckline, toying with the first without actually undoing it. “I like the dress on,” he whispered, a kiss to the top of her breast, where the skin was already uncovered.

Camila closed her eyes with a sigh as he kissed his way down across her torso, slowly guiding her onto her back and turning himself ever so slightly, one leg slotted between hers–he still held her hand, thumb rubbing slowly across the side of it while the other moved down until he reached the hem of her skirt, pushing it up her thighs to give himself more room to kneel between her legs. Her free hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt, pulling him back up so that she could kiss him, a quiet plea of his name dancing across her lips.

She could feel him, half-hard already, pressed against her inner thigh as he stroked the soft skin of her leg–calf and knee and thigh, lingering at the garter with a grin on his lips as he traced the edge of it, Camila’s body shifting slightly.

“Keeping this one, too,” he mumbled against her lips, finger hooking underneath the garter and tugging lightly on it, lifting her leg a little but without moving the band. She chuckled softly, the noise replaced by a sigh when Frankie moved further up, brushing the junction of her leg.

“You’re teasing,” she reprimanded, the hand that wasn’t holding his moving from his chest to the back of his neck, brushing the short curls at the nape of it as she looked up at him when he lowered his gaze between them.

“I’m taking my time,” he retorted, pushing her underwear aside–the skirt was bunched up between them, wrinkling already, her legs bare at each side of his body, only half-lowered against her. “We haven’t had much of that lately,” his kisses were almost chaste, compared to the slow motion of his fingertips.

Camila sighed again, arching into his touch as he stroked her folds, each movement slow–agonizingly so. Her eyes fluttered shut when he reached the apex of her core, lips parting against his as he rubbed small circles over her clit.

Teasing, she thought, the hand at the back of her head brushing through his hair.

There had been so many words throughout the wedding–speeches and laughter and soft words whispered in her ear as Frankie’s arms wrapped around her, barely even dancing in the beginning as they simply held each other. She liked the quiet of the spot, the only sounds her quickening breathing, his own, a little harsher as he kept going and pressed himself against her, the growing noises from between her legs as he picked up his pace.

“Frankie,” she arched into his touch, opening her eyes–for a moment there was only the sky, stars blinking back at her through her hazy vision, a light trembling in her thighs as he didn’t relent. She could hear the wind and Frankie’s breathing against her collarbones, his head notched in the curve of her neck. His hair tickled her jaw, his beard gently scratching her skin. “Honey, please–” a light gasp cutting her words when he pushed a finger in, groaning quietly at the feeling.

“Just a little–” another groan when her walls fluttered around his finger, mouthing at the skin of her neck. She squeezed his hand, lips parted as she tugged gently on his hair to make him pull his head back.

“Frankie, I wanna feel you,” hushed tones rippling across his skin, a quick brush of lips to his cheek as he lifted his head and glanced down at her–cheeks rosy, eyes glossed over and lips parted, she looked back at him and cupped his jaw, fingers digging gently into his cheeks. “I wanna feel my husband,” another whisper, gazes locked as she said it.

A shiver ran down Frankie’s spine, anticipation mixed with the edge of giddiness he’d been feeling for the whole day. He relished in the way the word rolled off her tongue, the way she looked at him when she said it, the hint of a smile curling her bruised lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, arching again into his touch, the hand behind his head shifting until she was cupping his cheek, thumb stroking his bottom lip as Frankie’s breathing picked up furthermore, eyes so dark she could almost see her own reflection. “My beautiful, beautiful husband,” she repeated, pulling his lip slightly down before lifting her torso, weighing on her elbows as she pinched his chin, bringing his mouth closer. “Let me feel you, Frankie.”

He kissed her quickly, a cracked noise leaving the back of his throat before he straightened himself, hands leaving her–an instinctive whine left her at the sudden lack of his touch, empty hand flexing where it was on the make-shift mattress. As Frankie unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers, Camila shifted underneath him, bringing her dress up enough to bare her lower half.

The beginning was quick, almost frantic–they’d spent months trying to find moments together, always interrupted by this or that thing, resorting to quick meetings in the bathroom or in the early morning, when they both were still half-asleep but at least they knew Alba wouldn’t walk in on them. Or Santi, who didn’t have the habit of knocking.

So Frankie lowered his trousers and underwear, quickly settling himself between her parted thighs and kissing her lips again, and her neck, her chest–the exposed skin, the fabric of the dress, equally. Camila canted her hips towards him, some of her wetness spreading across his hardened length, making him groan again, the noise muffled into her collarbones.

He pushed into her, a twitch of his hips as her legs fell further open and she threw her head back with a gasp, one hand up to his shoulder to hold onto him while the other searched for his again, fingers brushing his wrist first, his knuckles, until they lathed their hands together.

And then Frankie stilled, slowed down, the quiet interrupted only by their panting–it was just them, it dawned on him. The whole night was for them only, and as he bottomed out and lied flush against her, he released a long breath, squeezing her hand.

“Being crushed under someone’s weight was not how I imagined I’d go,” she mumbled against his cheek, the arm around his shoulders curling to keep him close nonetheless, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him in place. She traced a path across his jaw, cheek, corner of his mouth with her own lips, where she was met by a half smile, Frankie’s free hand closing around her side.

He kissed her soft, then moved down to her chin, nosing at the underside of it to make her head tilt back so that he could kiss his way down her throat, lingering there as he rocked his hips–the motion slow, deep, making her keen softly and her heartbeat pick up.

“Feels like you’re alive to me,” he returned in the same voice, making her chuckle softly, hand buried in his hair again. “I still need you alive,” he added, thumb tracing the shape of her rings before lifting his head, just a little.

Camila moved her gaze from the sky–she’d counted a star for each of Frankie’s kiss, until the edges had blurred and there was only light, and then there was only him, looking down at her with his hair ruffled against his forehead, a flush that had spread across his face, probably matching her own, his lips parted and glistening and red as cherries. She lingered at his eyes, still dark, lashes fluttering with the slow rocking of his hips.

“Good,” thighs caging him in, she lifted her head to brush her lips to his–an almost kiss he chased, so close their noses brushed and she went a little cross-eyed trying to hold his gaze. He almost smiled. “’Cause I’m not going anywhere.”

For the whole night, they remained tangled together under the stars.

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Mixtape -Part 5 - The Rain Song

Series Summary: You’ve just moved from Los Angeles to Hawkins to finish your senior year and you meet Eddie Munson, who offers to help you find a place in your new school.

Chapter Summary: Moments in yours and Eddies relationship as you grow as a couple.

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Language, insecurities, pet names used(Sweetheart, dolly, princess, babe, sweetie, honey), established relationship, Valentine’s Day, school dances, alchohol, stealing

Word Count: 6.2K

Author’s Note: Hello! Welcome to part 5! I loved writing this so much. I’m sorry that it’s later than I meant but I wanted to give you something that I was happy with. This is just a bunch of moments with you and Eddie as your relationship grows. I hope you all think it’s as cute as I do. Also, sorry if this is not how snow days work, I lived in California for the first 25 years of my life and have never had one so I did my best.

The next chapter will be the final one of the series(takes place during S4) and then I will just be doing one shot blurbs for these two of small moments. (Might take them to Cali later as this is a fix -it fic ;) )

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one!

Let me know what you think! and if you would like to request a one-shot.

*GIF not mine*

Tuesday December 31, 1985

“Fuck, it’s cold out here.” You said before trying to warm your hands with your breath.

“I know, I’m sorry, but it sure is pretty at least right?” Eddie asked, taking your hands in his and rubbing them for you to try to help you warm them up.

“Mhm. There are so many stars, it’s insane.” You replied as you looked up to the sky. You were at the edge of Lovers Lake sitting in the back of Eddie’s van with the doors open, a worn blanket over your laps as you leaned into each other and looked at the winter night sky. The moon and stars lit it up in dark blues and purples. It was breathtaking.

“In the summer, when the moon isn’t out, you can see the whole Milky Way.” The metalhead said as he too looked at the sky.

“I can’t wait to see it.” You smiled. You looked up at Eddie, taking in the way his big doe eyes shone in the moonlight. “Speaking of summer.” You began, the metalhead pulled his attention from the sky to lock on to your eyes. “I-uh- had something to ask you.”

“Shoot, sweetheart.” He said with a smile.

“Uhm, my dad got us a big graduation present.” You started.

“Hopefully I actually graduate this year.” Eddie said with a slight scoff. He was trying to play it off as a joke but you could tell he wasn’t actually sure.

“You will graduate Eddie, this is your year. If I have to study with you every single day to do it, I will.” You promised, you sent him an encouraging smile. “Remember, ‘86 baby.”

“Right, ‘86.” He returned your smile. “Though, it will be hard to concentrate on studying when I have such a beautiful study partner.” He added, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a kiss, one you couldn’t help but giggle through.

“Hey, let me finish asking you my question!” You laughed, lightly pushing Eddie away as he peppered your neck with kisses.

“Okay, okay. Go ahead, dolly.” He said with an exaggerated sigh.

“So, my dad got us a special graduation gift. He got us tickets to see Megadeth in June.” You got out excitedly. You watched as a large smile broke out of Eddie’s face.

“Seriously? Megadeth? I didn’t think they were coming out here in June! Did they add a date?” He asked quickly, clearly over the moon.

“Ah, no. That’s where the question comes in.” You watched Eddie cock his head in slight confusion. “The show is in Los Angeles. I have plans to drive out to California for a few weeks after graduation. And I was wondering if you wanted to do the trip with me?” You asked, somewhat anxious for his reply.

“You want to drive with me across the country and take me to a Megadeth concert in L.A.?” He questioned.

“Yes?”

“Holy shit, doll. That sounds amazing! Of course I want to go!” He practically shouted, he grabbed the sides of your face and planted a searing kiss on your lips. “No one’s ever done anything like that for me.” He added after pulling back, he was staring into your eyes like he was trying to memorize every single color in them. “You’re too good for me, you know that right?”

You scoffed lightly, “I am not.” You placed your hands on his arms that were still holding your face and gently squeezed. “We’re good enough for each other, Eds. You deserve me as much as I deserve you.” You felt your face heat up as you added, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted Eddie.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Everything.” And his lips were on yours again as he kissed you hungrily. He moved his hands from your face, one making its way into your hair and the other around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he could get you. Your hands found their way to his back and you clung to his vest, kissing like neither of you needed oxygen to live.

You don’t know how long you were like this and it didn’t matter, nothing else mattered besides kissing Eddie. At some point he had moved you into his lap so he could get you even closer to him, the arm around your waist was almost painfully tight but you couldn’t care less. He tasted like cigarettes and champagne, a combination you weren’t sure why you found so intoxicating. You couldn’t help the small moan you let out when he lightly nipped your bottom lip, which caused Eddie to smirk against them.

You were interrupted when the alarm on Eddie’s watch went off. You pulled apart a little out of breath, both lightly giggling as Eddie turned it off. “Okay, five minutes until New Year’s.” He turned slightly behind him and grabbed your Styrofoam cup that you had been drinking out of earlier and handed it to you before grabbing his own, then he picked up the bottle of champagne the two of you “liberated” from the store and topped up both of your cups.

“Do you have any New Year's resolutions Eddie?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

“Just to spend as much time with you as I can.” He said with a grin.

“If we spent anymore time together we would be conjoined twins.” You joked, “I’m serious, what are your resolutions?”

“So am I, Y/N.” He said somewhat seriously, “I don’t care what happens this year as long as I get to spend every day with you still.” You felt your heart pound wildly in your chest at his answer.

“Then that’s a good resolution.” You said with a shy smile.

“What about you?” He asked, taking a drink from his cup.

“Just to graduate and spend time with this really cute guy I know.” You responded cheekily.

“Oh a cute guy huh?“ Eddie asked with a smirk and his eyebrow cocked. “Do I know him?”

“Mhm, very well actually.” You smiled, “He’s got all this wild hair that I love playing with, and these cute little dimples when he smiles, a bunch of kick ass tattoos. Oh! And the biggest, prettiest, brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Those eyes could probably get me to commit a crime if he tried hard enough.” You giggled, you had brought your free hand up to cup the side of his face as you admired his features.

“I’m pretty sure they did get you to commit a crime, babe.” He chuckled as he nodded his head towards the champagne bottle, but you could see the slight pink in his cheeks. “He-uh- sounds real great, princess.”

“He’s one of the best people I’ve ever met actually. Really kind, and funny, talented, endlessly sweet. Perfect really. I don’t know where I would be right now without him.” You said seriously, looking into those eyes you loved. You saw a goofy love-sick look appear on Eddie’s face as you spoke, you were sure you wore a matching one.

“I bet he feels the same way about you.” He said softly, looking from your eyes to your lips and back as you flushed. “That’s a good resolution too.”

“I like to think so.” You smiled, the two of you shared another heart-filled look with each other before you tore your eyes away, “How much time do we have left, honey?”

Eddie looked at his watch again, “20 seconds actually.” He pointed his wrist at you so you could both watch it count down.

“3…2…1! Happy New Year!” You said together before kissing right at midnight.

“You know that was my first ever New Year’s kiss?” Eddie said as he took a sip of his drink after you pulled apart.

“Mine too, actually.” You replied as you took a sip of yours, absentmindedly playing with a lock of Eddie’s hair with your other hand.

“First of many, I hope.” He said as he bit his lip lightly.

“I think so.” You replied confidently, loving the cute soft smile that graced his face.

“I think this is going to be a good year, baby.” Eddie said as he set his drink down and wrapped both his arms around you again, pulling you into him further from your spot on his lap.

“I think so too, Eds.” You beamed, leaning and kissing him again.

Wednesday January 22, 1986

The wind was pounding on all sides of the Munson trailer as you and Eddie were cuddled on the small couch, a blanket wrapped around you both as you watched the copy of The Goonies you had rented that night before the snowstorm hit.

You jumped after a particularly powerful gust rattled the window behind you. This was your first ever snowstorm and you were already on edge about possibly getting snowed in or the power going out, the trailer was barely warm enough with the power on. Eddie chuckled lightly and pulled you further into him with the arm that was around your shoulder.

“It’s okay baby, just the wind.” He said gently, leaving a kiss on your temple. “Nothing to worry about, we get these all the time. If we’re lucky, the school will call and we won’t have to go in tomorrow.”

“That’s a real thing? Snow days?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend's face. You watched as an amused smile graced his features and he looked down to meet your eyes.

“They are indeed, sweetheart. And with a storm like this, I give ‘em an hour before they call. Then it’ll be you and me; sleeping in, watching movies, I can show you how to play my guitar again.” He listed, seemingly very excited about the prospect. “Oh, you’ve never made a snowman, or had a snowball fight have you?”

You shook your head, you had only ever visited your grandma when it was warmer or at least for Christmas before the snow really stuck. “You have to go up to the mountains to get to the snow in L.A. and I never really made time to do that.” You smiled.

“Oh well then dolly, if we get the day off I’ll show you how to embrace a snow day.” He smirked, kissing your cheek before turning his attention back to the movie.

Exactly 48 minutes later, with the storm not letting up outside, the phone in the trailer rang. Eddie shot you a knowing grin as he got up to answer it. He listened to the message on the other side for a few moments before hanging up the phone and walking back to you.

“No school tomorrow!” He said with a large smile before plopping down next to you again. “I’m going to teach you how to make a snowman. Maybe we’ll have a snowball fight too.”

“You promised me we’d get to sleep in, we get to do that right?” You asked as you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping the blanket around you two again.

“Oh of course we do. I’ll never pass up more sleep next to my girl.” He said before kissing the top of your head and putting his arm around you.

~ The Next Morning ~

You woke up a little past 10, your head using Eddie’s chest as a pillow as the man laid on his back with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close to him. You looked up at your boyfriend and couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. You loved seeing Eddie like this, peacefully sleeping, the gentle sunlight making his features look soft and beautiful. Like some kind of renaissance painting. You could look at him like this for hours, never wanting to break his peace.

“Are you staring at me, princess?” He suddenly asked, a small smirk appearing on his face though his eyes were still closed.

“How could you even tell?” You asked with a giggle.

“I can feel your eyes on me.” He said, finally opening his eyes to meet yours, a large sleepy smile on his face, “Morning, gorgeous.”

“Good morning, handsome.” You beamed back.

“God, I love waking up like this.” He said with a happy sigh, wrapping his other arm around you and holding you close. “Waking up with you makes every day better, you know that?”

“Mine too, Eds.” You said brightly, leaning up to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“More.” He said with a grin.

You laughed and leaned up, kissing his other cheek.

“More.”

Suddenly you were attacking his face with kisses as he laughed under you, you made sure to cover his entire face before pulling back with a large smile. “That enough, baby?”

“Yeah, that’s enough. For now. How about we go make breakfast huh?” Eddie asked with a love sick smile as he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. You nodded in agreement, leaving one more kiss on his lips before getting out of bed. Eddie followed, groaning as he stretched his back when he stood.

“Wow there’s so much snow out there!” You said as you looked out Eddie’s window, the trailer park was covered in the fluffy white powder, making it look like it was covered in frosting. The sun was shining and the reflection off the snow made the whole place look brighter than you had seen it before. “I can’t wait to make a snowman!” You said excitedly, turning a big smile on Eddie as he was pulling on a band shirt.

“Yeah? Me neither, doll.” He smiled back, “Know what you want it to look like?”

“Can we dress it up like Wayne for when he gets home later?” You chuckled as you led the way out of the bedroom and into the small kitchen, Eddie laughed lightly as he followed.

“Yeah we can put an old shirt on it, and one of these hats.” He gestured towards the walls littered with his uncle's collection.

You found yourself out on the little porch about 45 minutes later, you had changed out of your sleeping clothes and into much warmer ones after breakfast. You were waiting for Eddie when something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Rounding the corner onto the plowed street on their bikes were Dustin, Mike, and Lucas.

“What are you all doing here? Isn’t it like 7 miles from your house Wheeler?” You asked when the boys got within ear shot. “It’s also cold as hell out here, why are you on your bikes?”

“We’re bored and wanted to see if you and Eddie were doing anything.” Dustin said as he dropped his bike off to the side of Eddie’s van, the other boys following.

“You know there’s a phone right, Henderson?” Came Eddie’s voice as he walked out of the trailer, shrugging his leather jacket on as he did.

“Yeah, well we were already out and the arcade was still closed so we came out here.” Mike said as they walked up to where the two of you were standing.

“Well we were going to build a snowman because I’ve never made one before.” You said cheerfully, “You can help if you want!”

“You’ve never made a snowman?” Lucas said incredulously, raising his eyebrow in disbelief.

“From California remember? It’s like 70 degrees year round, where am I gonna get snow to make a snowman?” You scoffed, “I’ve made some pretty great sand castles though.”

You all decided to make the snowman right by the steps of the front door so Wayne wouldn’t be able to miss it when he got home. The guys showed you how to start the balls and how to get them bigger by rolling them in the surrounding snow until it was the proper size.

You laughed and chatted about the campaign you had the next day as you worked, excited about the story Eddie created. You had just started a new arc for the semester and the villain, Vecna, was turning out to be quite challenging so far. The boys tried to probe Eddie for any hints with the story as you built the snowman but the man wasn’t budging.

“I’m not giving away any secrets, that defeats the point of playing.” Eddie said as he placed one of Wayne’s hats on top of the completed snowman’s head.

“Oh come on Eddie! Just a little hint?” Dustin asked, crossing his arms as he did.

“No way Henderson, that’ll give you all an advantage. That’s not very fair, now is it?” The man said with a smirk. As he turned to walk back into the trailer a small ball of snow hit him in the back of the head, freezing him in his spot.

He turned around almost threateningly slow, a playfully annoyed look on his face, “Which one of you little shits threw that?” He asked as he sauntered closer to where you and the boys were standing. The four of you looked at each other quickly before scattering, running in all directions away from Eddie.

You ran as best as you could through the snow until you were hiding behind the trailer across the street from Eddie’s. You could hear the others laughing as they tried to evade the metalhead as he chased them down. You were packing a few snow balls as you heard a loud yell of surprise from the other side of the trailer. “It was Y/N!! She threw it!” You heard Mike rat you out.

“Uh-oh.”

“I knew one of you would spill, thanks Wheeler.” You heard your boyfriend say. Armed with a snowball in each hand you peered around from behind the trailer to see if you could spot them. You saw them about 30 feet from where you were, Eddie was helping Mike up from the ground where he seemed to have tackled him.

Eddie scanned the area for a moment before his eyes locked with yours and a large shit-eating grin appeared on his face. “Oh sweetheart, seems you’ve been found out!” He yelled as he started after you.

“Thanks a lot Mike!” You called as you ran to the woods that were behind your hiding spot.

You couldn’t help the laughter that was bubbling out of you as you ran through the trees, trying to stay out of Eddie’s grasp as he began to gain on you, his legs were longer than yours so it was easy for him.

You threw one of the snowballs in your hands behind you when you heard him get particularly close, you could hear the snow collide with its target before you were being pulled to the ground. You felt Eddie’s body land on top of you as you collided with the snow, getting a face full of the cold slush.

You were giggling as Eddie flipped you around so you were on your back pinned under him, you saw the large playful smile he had on his face, “That wasn’t very nice now was it, princess?”

You put on as innocent a look you could muster in the moment, “You said you wanted a snowball fight, honey.” You smiled sweetly.

“That’s not really what I had in mind.” He laughed as he pried the other snowball out of your hand and threw it to the side. “I was supposed to get you covered in snow, not the other way around.”

“Now, that’s not very nice, now is it?” You said his words back to him teasingly, Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, you’re a menace you know that?” He laughed as he laced his hands with both of yours.

“Yeah, but I’m your menace!” You beamed back.

“Yeah, you are.” He said fondly as he looked into your eyes, you watched him ever so slightly bite his lip as his eyes shot down to look at yours and back up to your eyes. “You know babe, your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?” He said with a confident smirk. You rolled your eyes playfully at the line, but leaned up and smashed your lips against his.

“Eww, get a room you guys.” You heard Dustin say from behind Eddie. The metalhead broke the kiss and sighed as he leaned back from your chuckling face, looking behind him to see the 3 freshmen.

“You know, I think we will Henderson.” Eddie said as he stood up, he leaned down and helped you up before wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you back towards the trailer park. “Time to get lost now, twerps.”

“Oh come on! That’s not fair!” You heard the boy call as you two walked away.

“Too bad, boys!” Eddie shouted back over his shoulder. You then heard the sound of snow hitting an object and Eddie stopped walking. You looked and saw the fresh snow falling down your boyfriend's back and the smirk on Dustin’s face.

“Oh you’re gonna get it now you little shits.” Eddie said before he started chasing after them.

Thursday February 6, 1986

“Okay class, I’m going to let you take the rest of the period to study for the test tomorrow, you may work with your table.” Mr. Deerfield, your physics teacher, said from the front of the classroom.

The class filled with light chatter as the students turned to each other, many actually studying for the test while a few were discussing plans for next week's Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance. The school was decked out with pink and red paper hearts everywhere and there were banners promoting the dance seemingly in every hallway.

“Hey, do you think you’re ready for the test?” You heard Robin say next to you. You had been sitting at the same table as her since your first day at Hawkins High and, besides Eddie, she became one of your first friends here.

“Yeah I think so, do you need help with anything?” You asked, turning to face her.

“No, I just wanted to see if you actually wanted to study or if you want to talk about the dance next week.” She said quietly, “Are you and Eddie going?”

You smirked slightly, Eddie Munson at a Valentine’s Day dance? You had wanted to go, never having had a boyfriend to take to one of those school dances before, but you were pretty sure Eddie wouldn’t want to go, it not really being his kind of scene.

“I don’t think so, I’ve mentioned it once or twice but I don’t think he’ll want to go.” You responded, not being able to help the slight disappointment in your voice. You knew that those dances weren’t really your scene either but there was something about the idea of getting dressed up and dancing all night with Eddie to cheesy love songs that made you want to go.

“Yeah, I haven’t ever seen him go to a dance before.” She said thoughtfully, “But hey!” She exclaimed quietly, turning completely to face you in her stool. “You can come with me and my band friends! A few of us are going even though we don’t have dates! It’ll be fun still!”

“I don’t know, going with Eddie is kind of the only reason I’d want to go, you know?” You said, receiving an understanding nod from your friend. You looked around the room quickly before you added in a hushed voice, “Are you going to go with Vicki? You know, as friends?” You gave her a sly smile, it was hard to miss the way she looked at her band mate and you had broached the topic gently about a month into school.

You saw the color rush to her cheeks ever so slightly, “No! I mean she might be there, but she’s not going with me-or us I guess I should say.” She rushed out quickly.

“Hey, maybe you should chat with her if you see her there, spend a little time with her.” You suggested softly. “I know you said that you aren’t sure, but I think Vicki might be interested too.”

“There’s no way to know in a place like this, I can’t just ask a girl to dance or anything without being shunned by the entire town.” She whispered, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

“Okay, okay! I understand! I just want you to be happy, you know?” You said with a warm smile, grabbing her hand and gently squeezing it.

“I know, thank you. It’s nice to have another person besides Steve to talk to about this.” She replied gratefully.

“I’ll always be here for you, Robin.” You reassured.

Over the sound of the class you could hear a knocking coming from the classroom door. 3 short knocks, followed by 3 long ones and then finished with another 3 short ones. S.O.S.

“Eddie.”

You turned to the window in the door and could only briefly see some brown hair as it bolted away from the door as your teacher approached it. You had taught Eddie S.O.S. in morse code in case either of you needed each other and couldn’t say it. Though, Eddie liked to use it to get you to skip class with him. Something you’re sure he was doing now.

You waited 5 minutes from when the teacher sat back down to excuse yourself to the nurses office, claiming that you weren’t feeling well. Robin knew what the knocking was and had given you a knowing look as you said goodbye for the day.

You walked out of the school with your belongings, buttoning your jacket up to fight the chill as you made your way across the campus into the woods behind the school. There waiting for you at the bench with a large smile was your boyfriend.

“Hi princess.” He said happily as you approached him. He leaned over to grab a quick kiss once you had sat down.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” You asked, resting your hands on the table.

“What? Can’t I just want to see my girl?” He asked with mock offense.

“Usually you send an S.O.S. when you want to ditch. Is that what we’re doing?” You wondered impishly.

“Well, yes. But, I also wanted to ask you something.” He said, grabbing your hands in his and looking up at you with a soft smile. You cocked your head at this.

“I was wondering if you would go to the Sweetheart Dance with me, sweetheart?” He finished with a playful raise of his eyebrows on the pet name.

“Wait. You’re asking me to the dance?” You asked, confused. You couldn’t believe you were hearing this.

“Well, yeah. You mentioned going, and I’ll admit, it’s not something I usually do. But you want to go. So I want to take you.” He said sweetly, biting his lip in anticipation, for some reason nervous that you’d reject him.

“Are you sure Eddie?” You pressed, not wanting to force him to do something he’d hate.

“More than sure. I’m not gonna lie, I’d love to see you in a pretty dress and, don’t tell anyone, but I love dancing to shitty love songs with you.” Eddie said, leaning forward to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek. “So what do you say babe? Will you go with me?”

You beamed at your boyfriend and squeezed his hands, “Of course I will.” You leaned towards the man and peppered his lips with excited kisses. “Thank you for doing this honey.”

“Anything for you, sweet thing.” He grinned, “Well since we’re already out of school, how about we go back to my place?” You nodded and the two of you stood up and made your way to Eddie’s van hand in hand.

~ Saturday ~

“Can you try on the red one again?” Robin asked from her chair near the dressing room. You were at a store in a mall a town over, trying on dresses for the dance. The day before, you had gone to class and told your friend how Eddie asked you to go and you asked her to help you find a dress. You had found the style you wanted, a pretty knee length off the shoulder satin dress, but couldn’t decide on what color to go with.

You went back into the dressing room and changed into the red version of the dress, you then walked out and your mom helped you zip up. You did a spin in front of the women, “What do you think? Is it too cliche to wear red for Valentine’s Day?”

“Not when you look like that in it.” Robin said honestly, receiving a chuckle from your mom.

“You do really look amazing in it sweetie.” She said from her spot next to Robin.

“Thank you, I just want to look nice for Eddie.” You responded, still unsure.

“You could show up in a trash bag and I think Eddie still wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of you.” Your friend joked, you flushed at the comment.

“You know, I wore a red dress like this to my Sweetheart Dance too.” Your mother stated, “It’s the night your dad and I got together.” She smiled at the interested looks you and Robin shared. “It was junior year, he had been working himself up to ask me for 2 weeks, worried that I’d say no. He didn’t know that I had a crush on him for 3 years at that point, so he spent the whole night trying to impress and flirt with me.” You watched as she seemed to smile brighter at the memory. “I remember we were dancing to This Magic Moment and he had just finished telling me this stupid joke, and I got this feeling thatI knew that this was the man I was going to marry. And the rest is history I guess.”

“I never knew it was at the Sweetheart Dance.” You smiled.

“Yeah, I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you which dance. I didn’t know you would be going to the same dance at the same school nearly 23 years later.” She said with a chuckle. “So what do you think? Which color?”

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, “I’ll go with the red.” Returning the smiles the women were giving you.

~ Friday February 14th ~

The dance was in full swing, you were dancing to a Madonna song with Robin and some of her band friends, catching the eye of your date every now and then from his spot at your table, an amused look on his face as he watched you.

Robin had been right, Eddie hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you all night, since the moment he entered your house with a matching corsage his eyes had been glued to you. He had even frozen in his step for a moment when he first saw you, your dads laughter being what broke him out of it and he had simply said, “You look amazing sweetheart.”

Eddie made his way across the gym as the song faded and the next one started up, Faithfully by Journey. He presented his hand to you when he reached you, “May I have this dance, princess?” He asked with a sweet smile. You returned it as you took his hand and he pulled you flush with him, he wrapped his arms around your waist as yours went around his neck. “I can’t believe I get to dance with the most beautiful girl all of Hawkins.”

“You get to date her too.” You laughed lightly to yourself.

“I know! I’m the luckiest, aren’t I?” He said back, resting his forehead against yours. “They say that the road

Ain't no place to start a family

Right down the line, it's been you and me

And lovin' a music man

Ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours, faithfully.” Eddie sang along with the song.

You felt yourself flush as you saw the look of utter adoration come across the metalheads face, never having been looked at like that before. You pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss, trying to put all your feelings that you didn’t have the courage to say outloud into it. You knew that you wanted to be by his side for as long as Eddie would have you.

Saturday, March 8, 1986

“Eddie? Baby? Are you home?” You called as you entered the trailer. You had helped your grandma run errands today and Eddie wasn’t expecting you for another hour but you knew he wouldn’t mind if you came by earlier. You had been knocking on the front door for a few minutes with no answer, but you know that he was home from his van that was parked out front. You didn’t see him in the living room. Maybe he was napping? Or listen to music with headphones? You made your way down the hall that led to his bedroom, a soft strumming of a guitar coming from the open door.

“Ed-” You froze in the doorway. There he was, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you, his guitar in his hands and headphone over his ears as he played along with what he was listening to, seeming to be trying to teach himself. But it was that reason that you paused, the song that he was listening to was your favorite, The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin.

“This is the springtime of my loving-

The second season I am to know

You are the sunlight in my growing-

So little warmth I've felt before.

It isn't hard to feel me glowing-

I watched the fire that grew so low.”

He sang out as he strummed along with the song. You knew you wanted to hear more, not believing that he was learning this song, your heart clenching at the gesture. But you felt like you were intruding, he clearly hadn’t meant for you to hear it like this. You walked up to him and gently placed your hand on his shoulder, getting his attention.

Eddie jumped when he felt your hand, thinking that he was alone. He pulled the headphones off his head quickly and looked up at you, a blush creeping to his cheeks at getting caught. “Hey baby, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“Yeah, we got done early, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would mind. I- I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” You said quickly.

“No, it’s okay dolly. I was just hoping to surprise you at the show next week.” He said with a shy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

You sat next to him, turned to him so you could see him fully. “Will you play it for me? Please?”

Eddie looked slightly surprised at your request, the blush on his cheeks deepened a bit as he wetted his lips nervously, “Yeah I can do that sweetheart.” He said softly. He turned to you so you were both facing each other now, he looked up at you as he started playing again, picking up where he had left off.

“It is the summer of my smiles-

Flee from me keepers of the gloom.

Speak to me only with your eyes

It is to you I give this tune.

Ain't so hard to recognize-

These things are clear to all from

Time to time. Ooooh…

Talk talk-

I've felt the coldness of my winter

I never thought it would ever go

I cursed the gloom that set upon us...

But i know that I love you so”

Eddie looked into your eyes as he sang to you, trying to put as much emotion into the lyrics and his expression as he could.

“But I know that I love you so.

These are the seasons of emotion

And like the winds they rise and fall

This is the wonder of devotion-

I see the torch we all must hold.

This is the mystery of the quotient-

Upon us all a little rain

Must fall, just a little rain?

Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah!”

You bit your lip when he finished the nearly 8 minute song, trying to keep your emotions back. Did he mean it? Or was it just because they were the lyrics to the song? You knew how you felt about Eddie, you knew it since the dance at least, if not longer, but you knew you loved him and you hoped that he felt the same way. Was this the confirmation?

“Do you-uhm- did you mean the lyrics Eddie?” You asked tentatively.

You saw Eddie gulp, he searched your eyes for a moment before slowly nodding his head. “I love you Y/N L/N.” He said confidently.

You felt the smile that broke out on your face as you reached out and cupped Eddies face, you pulled him to you in an emotional kiss, pulling back after a few moments breathlessly, “I love you too Eddie Munson.” You watched him beam up at you before your lips were on each other again.

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MUNCHFLIX - MORBIUS

IMDB BLURB: Biochemist Michael Morbius tries to cure himself of a rare blood disease, but he inadvertently infects himself with a form of vampirism instead.

WARNINGS: blood, violence, slow mo, nipples, darkness.

RATING: It's morbin' time.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

A NOTE: I know. I know. We’re pariahs for even watching this, but it’s what we DO. Now you don’t have to.

Munch: Happy Birthday Biscuits! It's almost your birthday and we're punishing you with watching Morbius! This seems very timely, given the memes. Plus it's our job to review shitty movies, so....I can't believe I'm paying money for this shit. But for once, Munch gets to go in blind!

Biscuits: We're hopping on the morb train. The meme bandwagon. The Morbus to Morbtown. Fun story! I wanted to see this movie. I was like - well Jared Leto is in it but you know....maybe it'll be like the Venom movies, not good but fun!

M: Morbius said bisexual pride? Those are the bi colors. Well that was loud. Cerra De La Muerte, why is it always some island of the fucking dead? How many islands of the dead are there? A helichopper is here, and Dr. Morb, looking very morb.

B: He looks like Jesus.

M: Don't give Jared Leto any more ideas.

An overwhelming number of bats.

B: That's not true, bats don't just mob and murder large animals.

M: Dr. Morb holds up his bloody hand and the bats just come out of fucking nowhere, there's like a brazillian of them. And now it's MORBIN TIME. But first, his back story. Back 25 years ago before the morbing.

B: He was a young, sickly boy.

M: Holy shit it's Jared Harris. This is going to become a running joke. Morb has a blood disease. He's....infected. Needs regular oil changes. Biscuits once again suckin' down margarita like it's going out of style.

B: Oh shit, Milo is dead! He's fucking dead! Oh morb is super smart and knows how to fix the IV machine because he's got big brains. And the kid just instantly gets back up. He's fine. The doctor wants him to go to a school for gifted kids.

M: This sounds vaguely familiar. Like x men. And harry potter. We still don't know who Milo is. Lucien who just almost died is now getting his ass handed to him by some juvenile delinquents. Is his name Milo or fucking Lucien??? They keep calling him both. Morbo is now all grown up and he graduated stupid young and I have no idea what this has to do with Milo.

B: This backstory is as chopped up as...I don't know.

M: Morby is still pretty sickly looking though. He refused the ‘noble’ prize. Oh Milo is the benefactor to all these weirdo experiments. Morbo has a ton of bats. He's gonna use vampire bats dna to cure his weird blood disease. Oh he's gonna inject a mouse. That mouse is gonna MORB. Science always goes so fast in movies. The mouse is deadski.

B: What was supposed to happen to the mouse? It gets morbed? To save my best friend Milo who I shared 45 seconds of screen time with! Now the little girl is dying. Get this girl 100cc's of....drugs!

M: So they put her in a coma. Because you know. Science. Oh the mouse is fine. It came back.

B: Got morbed. Now he's gonna morb this poor sick child.

M: Oh damn we get to see Milo again. He's still sick. Jared Harris is still here. He hasn't aged a day despite everyone else aging 25 years.

B: Is that the guy who played Dr. Who?

M: Yep. Milo Who.

B: Milo just straight up rejected him. No bitches for Morbius. You up for a little morbin? Love is one thing, morbin...that's another. Now a callback to 10 minutes ago.

Michael Morbius & Milo, aka the M&Ms

M: Morbius is morbin up some dna in international waters where it's totally legal.

B: The biggest thing in this movie right now is that the pacing is going at BREAKNECK speed, everything is so poorly established. They did do a good job of making Morbius look on the brink of death because I am expecting Jared Leto to fucking die at any given moment. Oh NIPPLES, NIPPLES!

M: Oh my god.

B: Oh they're putting it in his spine AHHHHHHHH. You've never had a needle in your spine, I have! AHHHHHH. He's very skinny, but when he morbs he's gonna get so jacked. His nipples will be fully engorged.

M: You can't say things like that and expect me not to put it in there. Things are getting kinky, they have to tie Morbo down while he morbs. He's having a seizure or something. The lights will flicker on and off. He's unstrapped, he was just strapped down.

B: The seedy boat dude is down here checking on Morbius but he's bad because he disrespects women. They're doing delicate celibate research.

M: Morbo is now not on the table. He's hanging from the fucking ceiling making howler monkey noises. They shoot at him, but it's too late, he's MORBED. Oh my god, he looks hysterical. He ate that guy and how he's destroying shit.

B: Like Venom, he doesn't like noises. That woman just got pushed and she fell unconscious. Oh shit BULLET TIME. It's like the matrix! It looks bad. It does look like the source material but it shouldn't.

M: I don't even know what's happening. Morbo morbed and is killing fucking everyone.

B: He's going on a complete murderous morbius rampage. It feels like the whole movie has happened already.

M: Morbo wakes up and he's going back to being...human.

B: See he's buff! And he's got HUGE TITTIES. Did you see how big his titties are???

M: You're killing me. You are titty obsessed.

(Dib: What does LGBT stand for?? Leto got big titties??)

Biscuits is a proud member of the LGBT community.

B: *dies laughing* Morbius has to make sure his girlfriend is okay. He can hear her heartbeat because he's part bat.

M: I hope he's part sailor because he's got to get that boat back to land. Oh he's gonna Mayday it. Oh by the way you MURDERED everyone. Might wanna not be there when the cops show up. Oh the FBI is here. Doctor girl is in a coma just from getting pushed over. Morbo left an origami calling card though. Which was dumb.

B: Milo is like - that sounds like my ex boyfriend Morbius, he used to do that shit all the time. We used to Morb. Morbius is visiting his girlfriend in a coma. Whoops, sorry. My bad.

M: Oh the effects are wearing off. He's doing the stanky leg. He's gotta KEEP MORBIN. Despite the horrific side effects of murdering everyone. He's gotta get some blood.

B: He's using a pouch of blood like a fucking capri sun. Like a goddamn go gurt. He's doing math to figure out how often he needs to eat blood.

M: Morbius is like - well I'm a vampire but I'm really strong and I have huge tits so.....

B: Jared Leto is not a good actor. He's gonna vibe with his bat friends.

M: BATS DON'T MOB AND KILL PEOPLE. It doesn't happen. Oh he's got echolocation too. Oh this effect is so....so incredible. Wow. I can't even describe for our home audience how cool that was. The fake blood is only keeping him good for six hours, that's pretty bad.

B: Kids, don't do Morb. Milo shows up where Morbo has left all of his research carefully unguarded. He's locked himself in a cage to contain himself. He's writing BLOOD on the wall.

M: Milo has said Michael like 80 times.

B: Milo tries to pet him like a dog, lol. Milo is just like - HEY YOU'RE STRONG NOW.

Morbs do not appreciate being petted.

M: Nevermind all the sweating and blood drinking and shit. Milo is the one bankrolling this shit. Milo just wants the morb juice, damn the consequences. He wants big titties. I think Dib called it. Milo is gonna go get the morb juice and become the bad guy.

B: Dr woman is alive and concious. She doesn't know anything. She was dead at the time.

M: Is the FBI really suggesting that it looks like a vampire did this?

B: This is the MCU, they've seen weirder. But where is Dr. Morbius? Did he kill those people? Find out the next episode of Mighty Morbin Power Rangers.

M: We are not even halfway through!

B: HOW??? Again, the pacing of this movie is genuinely jarring. I don't know if it was the director or the writers or what but it's like being on a rollercoaster with pieces of the track missing.

M: Oh I guess he morbed out again and he's eating someone. Maybe. Might be Milo Morbin. Nobody notices that Morbius is suddenly tanned and jacked.

B: I'd smash that. Say what you will but I would hit that. Nobody notices how good he looks. Did he get some of that Captain America juice???

M: Oh the FBI found him. But his fake blood saved one of them. But they're like - hey you look pretty good for a guy who is mostly dead.

B: Did you do anything suspicious on that boat? Like turn into a vampire and eat a bunch of guys? He has beautiful eyes. I don't approve of anything he's said or done in his entire life but he's attractive. Morbius is gonna morb out and fight these dudes with his vampire powers. Oh he's got good leaps.

He’s neo-ing all over the place.

M: He's got a grab bag of powers that would make Wolverine Origins Deadpool jealous. The bullet time is my favorite one. Now he's in jail. But they let him journal. They brought holy water to the interrogation so apparently they believe he IS a vampire.

B: Well he's gotta be SOMETHING because they just saw him do like a 40 foot vertical leap.

M: That's fair. Morbius is like - well I might have killed some people but I'm not like other Morbs. Also I'm about to morb out right now. Please bring my bag of fake blood.

B: I'm starting to get hungry. You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry.

M: Milo shows up pretending to be his lawyer. He's gonna be like - the only way to fix this is to give me the morb juice.

B: They're charging me with murder. Well you did kill people! You very much did kill people!

M: Ooh maybe Milo killed that woman. He stole the morb juice. He did bring him some stuff though.

B: He's not walking with his cane anymore, he totally did.

M: Now Morbo is gonna have to get out and take out his childhood bestie.

B: The movie is just like Jared Leto sweating simulator.

M: It's morbin time. Oh fucking SHIT. He's fucking breaking through a concrete wall, for fuck's sake. Oh he's doing BIG JUMPS now. Stops for a spiderman style moment on top of a building. Oh and he's got like super hearing. Oh yeah Milo is definitely a vampire. We are halfway through this movie.

B: I don't understand what is happening??? Was this movie obliterated on the editing floor or was this how it was supposed to be??

M: What the fuck is the rest of the movie???

B: Jared Leto being sweaty.

M: Milo is like - hey it's cool.

B: Milo's supervillian arc happened so fast. I don't even have a word for how nonsensical this movie's pacing is. Milo has Black Canary's sonic scream. Vampire wrestling match in the subway. The trail effect is kinda hokey.

M: I'm not sure public is the best place for this conversation. Morbo is still wearing prison orange. Milo kills the cops who shows up and even more amazing effects. He fortnite dances. MICHEAAAAAAL.

B: Hey Mikey....Mikey baby...honey.

M: The rest of this movie is just slow mo effects shots. I don't think this is supposed to be funny but it really is. I don't even know what's happening to Jesus Morbius right now. Oh he's fucking FLYING. Just...flying. In the subway. I....I don't....

He’s playin’ the base and I’m FLYIN!

B: Not sure about that one, chief.

M: Milo is gonna go after doctor girl. To make Morbo mad I guess.

B: She's so important to this movie and I'm so invested in her arc. She's reading about how Morbius is wanted for murder but he's on the bus with her. Milo is using his science for EVIL.

M: Now they're in a diner. The issue is, when the fake blood stops working, I morb out. It's kinda bad. Some counterfeiters try to give a woman fake money after she knows it's fake.

B: Morbo is gonna go exact justice. They just counterfeited! I'm not sure they deserve to get fucking murdered.

M: This is the important counterfeiter arc. Is this really happening? We need to slow down the movie RIGHT NOW for this shit.

B: They're trying to show that he's a tortured soul. He's an anti hero. You never know what he's gonna do!

M: He's gonna take their lab? It's for making fake money, not science.

B: I don't know how counterfeiting equipment is gonna help him do blood science.

M: He seriously just made a venom reference??

B: He's a loose cannon Morb on the edge.

M: How is there this much tech in a money lab. And now the Milo sexy dance sequence that is really happening. He's very pleased with his titties I guess. This is really happening. The spiderman dance sequence is now no longer the most hilariously awful dance sequence in a marvel movie.

B: They could have cut that and it would have made no difference. Why is that in here? Milo is creeping on women at the bar now.

M: Can vampires drink tequila? I'm so lost about what is even happening. They don't need to establish that he's a bad guy! We already did that! We know he's a vampire and he killed people! But now he's just out there....roaming around??

B: Scenes in a movie don't really need to like...go together or have any work up or connection, right? Just put em wherever! In whatever order! It doesn't matter. Now Dr. Lady and Milo BadGuy are at Michael's lab and Milo is like - I want to help Morbo, do you know where he is?

M: But she already knows he's a vampire so... I guess he's just gonna leave.

B: Her character is just so incredibly not important to this movie. M: We are 2/3rds of the way through. Now we gotta drag out the final confrontation for another half hour. The FBI doing some fine work here. Oh no Dr. Lady Woman got scratched and Morbius smells the good juice and he's trying not to morb out. I love the whole fucking ‘on red’ shit.

B: ‘On red’ sounds like a euphemism for getting your vampire period. They're having such deep conversation. I really feel the chemistry between these two. None of this would have happened if they cast Keanu Reeves. He also has nice titties. If you just need a dude with nice titties, there's lots of options.

M: Oh they're KISSING. But Milo is watching from 10 miles away because he can do that now. The FBI again doing really important work. They're probably the most interesting characters.

B: The CCTV seems to show a guy getting fucking eaten by a vampire. Because that's how that works and it's not grainy or anything.

M: Jared Harris is like oh no....vampires. Maybe he's gonna be like some sort of vampire mentor. Or he's just gonna die because Milo's gonna murder him. The movie has started dragging ass. Milo has daddy issues. Now there's a showdown with Jared Harris about liking Morbo more. And apparently he just knows Milo's a vampire and he's like - okay? Oh he dead. Milo is a terrible villian ffs.

B: His arc makes no sense.

M: Now more bullshit blood science because Morbo has to die a hero. But there's a big problem with your plan MORBO, because Milo is not dead.

B: He's gonna try to inject Milo first, I think.

M: Jared Harris isn't dead tho so he calls Morbo who of course runs to help him because he's dumb. You can't just walk into a hospital, Dr. Morbo. And he's dead.

B: OH NO HE'S DEAD. This character who had like two scenes in the entire movie. But Morbo has super good ears and he can hear Milo threatening his girlfriend and so he's gonna go out with full ugly vampire face on and echolocate himself some bitches.

No bitches? Try echolocation.

M: That's how echolocation works.

B: He's....soaring.

M: The flying shit fucking kills me, it's so funny. Dr. LadyWoman is dying.

B: Use her tasty blood to make you stronger. Everyone is dying in a ten minute timespan now. They could have cut half this movie out and replaced it with some shit that makes sense. He angry!

M: Can we please do the final showdown and end this?

B: I'm gonna have to take a massive shit in a few minutes so can we wrap this up?

M: Morbo is getting his ass kicked.

(Dib: He's gonna inject himself with the blood and make Milo drink him.)

M: Quit calling everything!

B: Wow this is a really well edited action sequence where I can definitely follow what's going on.

M: And not badly lit at all. Oh it's time for the MORBIUS SCREAM which apparently fucking summons bats???

B: Morbius sucks. He just got his ass handed to him.

M: Oh you've gotta be kidding me. Are the bats gonna like...resurrect him? Eat Milo?? What!??! This is inadvertently HILARIOUS. More slow mo. Morbo is fucking conducting the bats like it's a fucking orchestra. This is really happening. They're attacking Milo.

B: *sadly* Oh nooooo.

M: He injects Milo with the stuff.

B: Get morbed. Mikey...I thought we were bros, dude. All of our bro moments. Our broments.

M: Is this over yet? Milo's dead.

B: Fellas, is it gay to stab your homies goodnight?

M: The cops....again. Time to morb out. A comically large amount of bats and Morbius Neos the fuck out of there. But Dr. Girlfriend is gonna come back??

B: Did his bite morb her into a vampire? That's the end?? O....kay.....

M: In the after credit scene...Michael Keaton is here???? He just got like...portalled into a room.

B: What does he have to do with Morbius??? The multiverse thing???

M: I....don't know. I really like the bisexual lighting honestly but that's like...the only thing.

B: What...no Morbius rap song????

M: Closing thoughts?

B: This movie is a TRAINWRECK. It's kind of entertaining in it's badness. It's so insane. I don't know how much was the director or the writer or the editors but it feels like three different movies spliced together. Half of it feels like there's scenes that are missing and the other half feels like filler that should have been cut out. There's no screen time given to developing the characters, I don't even know the doctor's name. All I can say is it's just a disaster.

M: I think you put it perfectly with the first and second half bits. It's so incredibly paced, I can't even describe it. It's so insane. It's way too fast and then way too slow and then way too fast again and it makes NO SENSE at all. I was kinda entertained, I will admit. I think it's unintentionally hilarious, and honestly all the morbin' time memes are dead on. He just morbs and there's zero explanation for his random powers or why they show up and when, it's just completely random. The special effects are really...something. Matt Smith could not villain his way out of a wet paper bag.

B: It's Morbin.

(Dib: How am I supposed to go on with my life now, now that I've been morbed???)

M: Munch and Biscuits and sometimes Dib, Morbin' out.

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Intro!

Edit: Some shit irl has come up, and due to that I am taking a break from social media to deal with it. I will be dropping out of the art trade, and will return in a few months. 25/03/2024

Alright a little intro so I’m not just a lurker. A nameless, faceless one until a few days ago, but an avid whump fan, as I have been for quite a few years! I’m Comet, a butch lesbian who creates sapphic-centred and woman-centered whump. Mostly art right now, as I'm building the world, more writing to come later ;)

likes:

Prisoner whump, religious whump, medical whump, older women in whump, romanticising the heavens, angel/demon/entity whump. Religious themes and motifs in whump. General torture. Restraints. SICKNESS and illness. Noncon. Noncon body modifications such as branding. Wing whump. Secret identities. Mental torture and deteriorating mental health. All lady whump! All tagged.

dislikes:

Hard no for inc*st but no shade to anyone who creates that sort of whump.

disclaimer:

I generally will not reblog whump of men (a majority of the site, I know). Not a squick, just a preference. I love me some women <3 I don’t mind side characters who are men though, but here I prioritise and primarily consume whump about women. I tag lady whump for visibility.

My universes, and my tagging system, are below! Take a peek and see what you fancy (t'will be a long post!).

I send anons as Comet ☄️ I have a few favoured whumpists that do guy whump and I reblog on: @symphonyuntethered.

Happy whumping!

PINK SKIES - PROLOGUE

Aka Ragnarr's story leading up to her main storyline! It goes from her fall, to her being settled in her new life as a Fallen Angel (with a few bumps along the way ;)

(TW: lady whump, wing whump, religious whump, angel and demon whump, demon whumpee, angel whumper, it takes place in a universe where Heaven is as real as Hell is. Sapphic whump. FxF. Uhhh, I'll update these as I go along! Tell me if you need something tagged)

Blurb:

There is a darkness below the land of paradise. Below it, but not too far. It you dug through the ground far enough, breaking up the holy earth, you would find darkness pooling into your hole. Daring to jump in? This isn't a deicision to take lightly. You've been thinking about it for a while, haven't you? You've done all the research. But none could prepare you for being smothered by darkness and then waking, cold and shaking. A glimpse of humanity. Pain wracks your entire body and when you finally crawl out of the darkness you realise you are naked, and there are figures standing around you. They would have seen the signs. A falling star burning through the sky, streaking with purpose and a glowing innocence. Opening your eyes, you are met with looks of wariness and disgust. With a jolt you realise: …these are demons. The very people from stories you'd heard since you were a child. The fallen ones. Repulsive, disgusting. Sinful. Drenched in sin, in humanity. There were many who withdrew and returned to perish by god's hand, so they learned not to trust those who shone too brightly in the sky. Don't worry. Keep going. A hand is offered to you by a woman and you take it, drawing yourself upright and grimacing as your weak legs cause you to fall into her. She catches you. They all move from the plane of darkness. The initiation will begin soon.

CHAPTERS OF PINK SKIES PROLOGUE MASTERPOST

PINK SKIES - MAIN STORYLINE

Aka Ragnarr almost got happiness in the prologue but I can't let that happen! 😊This explores her kidnap to Heaven and her meeting her very own whumper ;)

Blurb:

TBA!

OC MASTERPOST FOR PINK SKIES (Prologue + main storyline)

DRABBLE MASTERPOST FOR PINK SKIES (Prologue + MS)

CHAPTERS OF PINK SKIES MAIN STORYLINE MASTERPOST

STEAMING CUPS OF GREEN TEA

Aka my secondary universe I am working on! It is about a demon of travels who meets a nomad on a bustling train. What will ensue?! A sapphic short and whumpy romance. To be updated and written about.

OC MASTERPOST FOR STEAMING CUPS OF GREEN TEA

Tags

-Comet’s tales (for og posts of all kinds. Get it ? ;)

-Comet’s art (for my art)

-Comet’s prompts (for my whump prompts and tropes)

-Comet's writing (for my writing! There is not much there yet)

-oc: ragnarr (for posts about my whumpee demoness ^_^)

-oc: laodike (for posts about my whumper angel)

-oc: waramunt (for posts about my side character interrogator)

Extras: Dividers to be added found here

#intro #comet’s tales #<- tag for op posts #Get it? ;)#what is whump?#<- explaination for what whump is #oc: ragnarr #<- demonness oc #comet’s art #<- tag for my art!#long post #tw long post #whump blog intro #whump intro

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zeroistyping · 2 years

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1K follower special

New event masterlist <3

THANK U GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1.OOO FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT THATS SO UNREAL thank u guys so incredibly much, i would have never thought i would reach this surreal goal.

Masterlist <3

As celebration I'm gonna write a small blurb for each sentence and u can take part in it. You just have to request the prompt and tell me which person the reader should be paired with! It's only gonna be small blurbs but yeh!

Each prompt will only be used once, i will link the results on here!

Thanks again for 1000 followers, love u lots <3

The prompts are under the cut!

Prompts with names next to them are taken! <3

1. Oh Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice. -awesamdude ✔️

2. Watch me. -punz

3. If you can’t sleep, how about sex? -dreamwastaken ✔️

4. I don’t care, you still look hot & I’m trying to fuck you senseless right now. -sapnap ✔️

5. Stop teasing me so much. -sapnap ✔️

6. Did i say you could stop? -punz ✔️

7. We have to be quiet. -sapnap ✔️

8. Say it. -foolish_gamers ✔️

9. Wanna fuck? -georgenotfound ✔️

10. You’re not taking me to bed - who said it has to be a bed? -foolish_gamers ✔️

11. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you will forget his name. -sapnap ✔️

12. You taste like candy -karl jacobs ✔️

13. Are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious? -punz ✔️

14. Make me. -karl jacobs ✔️

15. Were you just masturbating? -punz ✔️

16. Does that feel good? -karl jacobs & sapnap

17. You better shut your mouth. -c!awesamdude ✔

18. Turn that voice down. -georgenotfound ✔️

19. If we get caught I’m blaming you. -sapnap ✔️

20. I cant wait to put bruises all over your pretty, soft skin. -punz & dreamwastaken ✔️

21. We can’t do that here. -georgenotfound ✔️

22. I guess I’ll just get off all by myself. -dreamwastaken ✔️

23. Once we start, i might not be able to stop. -sapnap ✔️

24. I love the way you look with my finger inside you. -georgenotfound ✔️

25. You’re in big trouble. -georgenotfound

26. You look so pretty on your knees. -punz

27. Spend the night with me. -foolish_gamers ✔

28. Just hold my hand for a bit. -punz ✔️

29. You’re not going out in that outfit. -dreamwastaken ✔️

30. Like what you see? -dreamwastaken

31. No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good. -dreamwastaken ✔️

32. Would you just shut up and kiss me already? -georgenotfound

33. There can’t be any marks. -foolish_gamers ✔️

34. Don’t give me that look. -awesamdude ✔️

35. Don’t make me take you home and punish you. -karl jacobs ✔

36. Good girl. -karl jacobs ✔️

37. Good boy. -punz (x male!reader)

38. Say the words and I’m all yours. -sapnap ✔️

39. You smell nice. -dreamwastaken ✔️

40. Just do it already! -karl jacobs

#smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound smut #punz smut #foolish smut #awesamdude smut #sapnap smut #karl jacobs smut #zeroistyping

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etherealino · 4 years

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too early, but not enough — l. minho

synopsis: after a year of his services, minho receives the name of his last client when usually a grim reaper’s service takes for five centuries. also, why the hell are you early?

genre: grim reaper!au, fluff and angst, a bit of incarnation

warning(s): foul language, mentions of death and flinching. let me know if i missed something

word count: 11.6k (be proud, thanks)

note: from one of my blurbs. also, happy minho day everybody !! 3rd repost bcs its not showing in the tags. :)) i love it here

one. — october five.

“I’m sorry?” Minho pardons as he looks at Chan with confusion in his eyes. When getting the list of names that grim reapers would fetch, it’s always mailed. Minho would just go inside his office and ta-da, the envelopes are there neatly placed on his desk.

Minho has gone through his series of weird events during his service of being a grim reaper. And he like it being weird, otherwise it wouldn’t be fun. But this is yet the weirdest and one that he doesn’t like. It’s too... early.

“Final client?” Minho repeats Chan’s words.

A chuckle falls off of Chan’s lips as he goes around his desk, leaning in front as as he looks at Minho. “Are you not happy about it?” Chan asks as he crosses his arms on his chest.

Happy? Should he be? This is honestly too... sketchy? Hm, I guess. Minho is just so confused. It’s only been a year since he started his service why is he already going up? It should take at least five centuries before he goes up, so why so sudden?

Minho clearly remembers when he started his service, he didn’t want it. So, he should be happy. Even though it’s bit suspiscious as to why is that. He even honestly thought he was called in Chan’s office because of the rules he has broken. Out of 50 rules, Minho thinks he has broken 49 of them.

“I am!” Minho says, looking at the ground then back at Chan. “It’s just that... it’s only been a year and I kind of broke... um—”

“You broke most of the rules, we know that.” Chan cuts him off and Minho sheepishly smiles at the boy in front of him. “You’ll find out soon why you’re early.” Chan smiles at him, turning lightly to his desk to get the envelope then back at Minho, extending his hand to give it to him. “You’re lucky you’re going up already. I still have a century left.”

Minho gets the envelope with both hands, bowing as he takes it. “Who would take your place then?” Minho asks and Chan shrugs.

“Changbin most likely. Or maybe Hyunjin. It is yet to be decided, and for now, don’t think about it too much. Just enjoy your remaining weeks here on Earth. You’ll go upstairs with your last client.” Chan says and Minho bows once again as he smiles at Chan.

“Thank you, Chan. I’ll be going now.” MInho says and Chan nods.

“Take care.” Chan says. “Even though you’re not gonna die again.” Minho chuckles at Chan’s witty remark as he leaves the higher’s office. He closes the door, stuffing the envelope inside the pocket of his trench coat.

“Congratulations.” The taller boy who Minho is friends with ever since his term has started greeted him as he takes the seat across Minho. Minho looks up at Hyunjin, a bit taken back that he knows.

Ah, everyone must’ve known already.

“Thanks,” Minho says. “But don’t you think it’s a bit too early?”

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, sipping his coffee. “You should be happy. I’d kill just to be you right now.” Hyunjin says and it was Minho’s turn to chuckle. But Hyunjin is right—of course, he is. He’s been here longer—Minho should be happy at the fact that he’s finally going up after serving as a grim reaper. But it’s too weird that it’s only been a year since he started his term.

“I am.” Minho nods and Hyunjin pulls a boyish grin that every girl dies to see. “But others go upstairs after five centuries. How come it’s only been a year and I’m finally going up? You’ve been serving for three centuries and you’re still stuck for another two centuries.”

Hyunjin knows why. Everyone knows why, except for Minho himself.

As far as Minho knows, he has broken most of the rules and he should have been punished because of it. But why is he going up already? Is this his punishment? It couldn’t be, right?

“You finally got your last envelope?” Hyunjin asks and Minho nods, fishing it out of his trench coat’s pocket. He opens the envelope to see the details. “Can I know?”

“Uh, (full name), October 25, 8:37 pm.” Minho says, voice trailing off as he looks at the side to think—the name was so familiar—and Hyunjin nods. “Do you know them?” Minho asks and Hyunjin shakes his head ‘no’, shooting his friend a smile. “You want to go now?”

Hyunjin nods, standing up from his seat as he fixes himself. Minho does the same thing while sitting. When Minho stands up, he sharply turns around with his coffee, the early ‘graduation’ still in his mind when another figure bumps into him.

Minho’s eyes widen as the person gasps, mouth gaping open as they look down at their clothes with spilled coffee all over them. Minho looks at the person, finding himself being shocked at who he is facing.

What day is it today? Minho looks at his phone, as it lights up. October 5.

“You’re early.” is what Minho says which leaves you very confused despite your whole body burning (and Hyunjin being the dramatic friend, rolling his eyes wanting to slap Minho upside down).

“I’m... what?” You ask and Hyunjin nudges Minho again, this time with more force. Minho panics, palming his pockets to look for his handkerchief, but none. He turns around to face Hyunjin, taking his friend’s handkerchief.

“Hey!” Hyunjin exclaims, but Minho is already turning around to lightly dab the handkerchief on your chest. Minho sighs, frowning deeply as he keeps on working. Minho takes the cup from you, taking your wrist, drying them as there were tiny droplets that spilled there. But especially on your other hand. Minho lets go of your hand, flipping the handkerchief to another side that is still clean, then getting your other wrist and cleaning it.

Oi, Minho. What are you doing?

Minho freezes, his hand still on your wrist. He slowly looks up at you as you stare back at him. Your eyes screamed for softness as you stared at him. No confusion, just admiration. Minho clears his throat, softly dropping your wrist. “I’m sorry.” Minho mumbles as he holds the handkerchief out to you.

You take it, nodding once as you continue to clean your hand. “It’s okay.” You softly said. You zip your jacket close and bow to the two of them. You were about to take a step when Minho suddenly speaks up.

“Wait,” Minho says and you turn to him. “Let me give you a spare shirt, at least.”

“Oh, no,” you gently declined as you tried to find the right words. “I was just about to—”

“Please, I feel bad.” Minho cuts you off. You took a deep breath, pulling your lips into a thin line as you nod at him. You look at Hyunjin who just smiles at you and Minho starts to walk with you and Hyunjin following him suit.

When Minho is finally in front of his office—holy shit, wait. Minho just brought a stranger whose soul is his final client to his office because he spilled coffee all over her. Is he sure about this? Minho holds the door knob, looking at it as he just realized how much he fucked up.

If this was in the list of rules, the higher officials above would probably have second thoughts about his early ‘graduation’ here on Earth because this is probably the 50th one.

“Minho,” Hyunjin calls and Minho blinks, snapping out of his thoughts as he looks at Hyunjin. Minho shakes his head, turning the knob and stepping aside to let you in first. You step inside, the small office giving you a homey vintage vibe as you look around. There was even an old telephone on the side.

“Does this work or is it just for the theme of the place?” You asked as you pointed at the telephone, but your eyes roamed around the place. Minho smiles as he rumages through the small cabinet at the corner.

Oh, it does work. But he’s not gonna tell you that. “It doesn’t. Just for the aesthetic.” Minho says. “Oh, and where are you going today, by the way? Somewhere formal or—”

“Oh, please, just give me one of your old shirts. I’m just going to a friend’s house.” You said as you looked around a bit more. You like this place.

“Here you go, Y/N.” Minho says as he walks closer to you, giving you his shirt. Hyunjin who was behind you, gestures dramatically at Minho as he palms his face. Minho squints his eyes in confusion and Hyunjin rolls his eyes as he turns around.

“How did you know my name?” You ask and Minho shifts his eyes on you, widening once again. Minho looks over at Hyunjin who just rolls his eyes, but still walks towards you.

“Hey,” Hyunjin says as he places a hand on your shoulder. “You’re probably burned lightly underneath your shirt. Follow me, the bathroom’s this way and here’s another towel to clean yourself, okay?” Hyunjin instructs as he takes the shirt from Minho and leads you to the bathroom.

Now, a reason. Think, Minho, think!

When Minho hears the door close, he turns around to see Hyunjin walking back to him with a frown on his face. “First, you tell her she’s early. Second, you bring your last client here where she will be on her last day. Third, you stupidly say her name? Minho, what’s happening? You’re never this distracted.” Hyunjin says with a quick chuckle on the end.

Hyunjin’s right, Minho’s never this distracted. But why does his client make him go all over the place? Not to mention, he even went as far as cleaning you up as if he’s known you for so long. Does he? Why are you so familiar?

“She’s so familiar.” Minho says and Hyunjin scratches the back of his neck.

“Don’t mind it.” Hyunjin says, shrugging. “She’ll probably forget it.”

Minho sighs, nodding as they wait for you to come out. Seriously though, he swore he heard your name around town and has at least seen you once. That’s quite impossible, though. Minho would forget a face he only saw once and he never had a friend this close except for Hyunjin.

Minho hears the door open and close gently. He looks up seeing you in his shirt that was oversized to you. But you managed to pull it off, tucking it in your high waisted jeans. Minho feels his heart flutter, breath knocking out of his lungs.

You just took the grim reaper’s breath away.

“Um, thank you for letting me, uh, change and clean up.” You say and Minho nods, smiling lightly. You look so beautiful in his shirt—Minho, focus!

“Sure.” Minho smiles and you smile back.

“I’ll be going now. Thanks, again. Um, what’s your name again?” You asked and MInho smiles, standing up straight as he composes himself.

“Minho,” Minho says as he holds his hand out. You smile brightly, reaching a han—

“Minho!” Hyunjin exclaims and Minho drops his hand, turning around to Hyunjin, confused. Minho looks at him with questioning eyes and Hyunjin just looks back at him. Huh? Oh. Oh.

You clear your throat awkwardly and Minho turns back around. “I’m gonna get going. Thanks, again. M-Minho.” You say and Minho nods, smiling at you. You turn around, walking to the door as you finally exit the office.

“Take care, Y/N.” Minho softly says and you smile, closing the door of his office.

Minho was so distracted. He almost broke the 50th rule that he’s always been careful and the easiest for him not to break. He almost touched a person’s hand when he wasn’t supposed to. He almost broke into her privacy—into her memories.

Minho’s just thankful the last time he would see you again is when you die.

two. — october six.

Minho, you can do this. You can do this without Hyunjin. You can do this without messing up. Just focus.

“What brings you here?” Minho asks as he opens the door wider for you, yet you stay in your position. You shook your head politely.

“I’m just here to bring your shirt back and your friend’s handkerchief. I washed them already.” You said with a sweet smile on your face. Minho nods, taking them from you.

“You sure you don’t wanna go inside?” Minho asks and you shake your head ‘no’ with a kind smile. Minho doesn’t want to admit it, but he would like to spend time with you. But, to save himself from another series of embarrassment, he holds himself back from asking you.

“Thank you for your kindness yesterday. I really appreciate it.” You say and Minho chuckles, nodding.

To be fair to the reaper (which you’re not aware of), your heart flutters just as much as his does. You aren’t this shy, but you just grow conscious around Minho even though you only met him yesterday.

“I’m gonna go now.” You say and Minho’s smile lightly falters, but he holds it. This is better, at least he’s sure he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.

“Wait, do you wanna go somewhere for coffee or something?” Minho asks. What? Minho, you’re so smitten! Minho facepalms himself inwardly as he lets the words roll out of his mouth. Sigh, Minho. Sigh.

You look at him, pulling your lips into a thin line. “I... I can’t. I got this thing—”

“Ah, no worries.” Minho says with a smile as he lightly waves his hand. You smile up at him. “No pressure. Sorry.” Minho says and you nod, turning to your heel as you start to walk away from him. Minho watches you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Why does he keep on gravitating towards you?

“You know what, my thing isn’t even due until next week.” You said as you turned around to face Minho. You took a deep breath as you looked at him. Are you sure about this? Hm, after all, the moment you got home yesterday, you immediately washed Minho’s shirt just so it would be dry and you could come back here.

Smitten.

Minho smiles widely. The first ear to ear smile he broke into the moment he became a grim reaper. Why didn’t you come into his life—grim reaper term, rather, earlier? Chan said to enjoy his remaining weeks on Earth. Why not spend it with his final client? Minho, how would you tell her that you’re the one who is assigned to take her to her last destination? Minho shrugs his thoughts off, Chan’s words are the only thing in his mind... and you.

“Let me just put these away.” Minho gestures at the fabric in his hand and you smile ever so brightly at him. The brightest smile he ever saw even if the others smile from ear-to-ear and you don’t.

You nod and gently, you say, “Okay.”

“Minho!” You coo, a small pout on your lips forming as you gentlycup the cat’s head, nuzzling your nose against his. “He looks like you.” With this, Minho lightly laughs. “Seriously, you have cat-like features.”

Minho smiles, patting the cat’s body. You smile at him as you look at his sharp but very beautiful features. How the hell did he manage to create a soft spot in your heart?

A kitten suddenly jumps at your lap, sitting as he made himself comfortable, mewling lightly as he snuggles. You smile, bringing your hand up to scratch his head lightly as he started to close his eyes. You put your hand beside you on the ground, supporting yourself.

And Minho.. gosh, if someone was to judge at the two of you, they would think Minho and you are in a relationship by the way he would stare at you with a gentle smile on his lip. It was like looking at someone who just found a treasure that barely anyone knows about which makes it very special.

Minho then suddenly just reaches a hand out but a cat suddenly put his head underneath his palm. Minho snaps out of his daydream-y smile and looks at the cat. He was just about to hold your hand. Tahnk God, the cat suddenly became clingy.

“Minho?” You called as you turned to him. “Wanna go grab lunch?”

Minho stares at you and you smile at him to which he returns. He nods and you stand up, his eyes still on you as you fix yourself. He couldn’t help but feel like it was ethereal being with you.

Yesterday, Minho was wondering how come you were so early. Today, Minho wondered why you never came earlier. Right, Minho never really socialized, even with his fellow grim reapers. Minho has been around the town, and he wished he knew you way earlier. Sucks.

Minho has honestly expected that you and him would just spend time together for at least an hour or two, not the whole day. But here he is, in the playground siting by the swings as he listened to your stories about college at 8 in the evening. Minho finds himself staring at you fondly, smiling to himself as he watched you push yourself back and forth lightly with your foot on the ground. You stared at the ground, sighing.

“And then, that’s it.” You said with a soft sigh. “And that was not the last time I went to an early class with a hangover.” Minho laughs, boyish giggles rings through the empty playground as he looks up above the skies, the stars littering, some making constelations, some were just being a beautiful sparkly mess. You shift your eyes to him, smiling as you watch him admire the skyline. It is beautiful, just like him.

“Do you ever regret that you were such a rebel?” Minho asks and you chuckle lightly as you shake your head ‘no’.

“I don’t.” You answer and Minho looks at you with such soft smile. “Ashamed, after the second I did them, but suddenly I don’t know. I’m happy I did them. We only get to live life once—I mean, of course, we get to have another life, but what I mean is, at least I got to do it at this life. Who knows? Maybe I’d be a boring up-tight girl in my next life. It’s better that we do everything even if we’re reluctant. At least, we won’t have any regrets.”

Minho looks down, finding interest at the ground.

“So, you,” you said as you looked at him. Minho looks at you, humming as a response. “You should smile more often.”

Minho chuckles, “What’s the connection?”

“No correlation or anything.” You said. “You look good. But you shine when you smile.”

But you didn’t know, you were the reason behind it.

Minho chuckles, a soft smile invading his lips as he stands up, walking towards you. “Come on, let’s take you home.” Minho offers and you stand up, shooting him a smile. You both walk at a slow pace, not wanting the night to end. It’s a bit too fast, Minho admits. And he doesn’t know what’s making him do these things. It felt as if you two have been together for the longest time already.

“You should go,” you said to Minho as you stopped at a convenience store. Minho frowns as he looks at the road ahead. It was too dark for Minho’s own liking for you to walk through it alone.

“No, it’s too dark—”

“I’m meeting up with a friend.” You cut him off with a smile. “He’s already inside. We need to talk about work.” You said, jabbing a thumb behind you to point at the convenience store. Minho frowns and you chuckle.

“Okay,” Minho says in defeat and you sigh.

“Text me when you get home.” You say as you wave at him. “Bye, take care.”

“Take care, text me when you get home, too.” Minho says and you nod, waving at him. Minho crosses the road to to his office as you watch his back. Should he go back? Minho! You’ve only met her yesterday. Stop obsessing. Minho shakes his head as he made his journey to his office.

You sigh as Minho went out of sight. You pull your lips into a thin line, breathing deeply as you turn around, pushing the door of the convenience store and stepping inside. You immediately spot your friend at one of the seats provided and sat down with a huff. You covered your face with your hands as you thought of Minho.

“This is too hard, remind me why am I even doing this? I should’ve just declined his offer yesterday. Why didn’t you stop me?” You asked as you looked up at him. “I should’ve just waited.”

He chuckles, sipping at his coffee as he smiles at you. “Do you ever stop drinking coffee?” You asked the boy in front of you as you snatched his americano and sipped on it.

“Honey, am I even Hwang Hyunjin if I don’t drink coffee?” The said boy asks with a chuckle escaping his lips. “Before, I knew Minho was in love with you, I really do know that. But yesterday? Stumbling all over the place? That was the first time I ever saw him like that for five years that we’ve been friends.”

You released a sigh, looking down as you returned his americano to him. “Why did I have to remember?” You mumble and Hyunjin’s eyes soften at your question. He remembers how miserable you were at Minho’s death. He remembers how much you cried because Minho can’t remember you. He remembers how much you love Minho. He remembers how much you’ve resisted for a whole damn year just to not get near him. But all failed when the happenings yesterday occured. “Why didn’t you stop me yesterday?”

“You’ve suffered enough for the whole year, Y/N.” Hyunjin softly says. “Those sleepless nights you went to me just to cry over Minho over and over again, it was really saddening as your friend. But seeing you with him after holding back? It was nice because you were genuinely happy once again. You were such a jolly person, but when you started to remember what actually happened, that was tough for you.” Hyunjin sees how your eyes got glassy due to the tears pooling in your eyes. “Besides, I needed a break from you.”

You pout and Hyunjin breaks in a laugh, you joined along soon anyway. Hyunjin was a great friend and you love how he always watched out for Minho. Hyunjin had his own share of problems with you as well and just like him, your shoulder was there for him.

“But you know what sucks?” Hyunjin asks as you both calm down. Hyunjin never told you, but you know it and he knows that you do.

“When Minho remembers and he realizes his sacrifice was for nothing.” You looked down as you said, chewing on your lower lip. And that’s what you have to do. Do everything to not let Minho remember even if it sucks. “And this was actually his punishment.”

“Can you?” Hyunjin softly asks and you look up, smiling at him as you nod. For him, you would. You sigh, shaking your head as you cover your face with your hands as you took in a deep breath and releasing it.

“Anyway,” you said as you dropped your hands to the table. You smile widely at Hyunjin. “Tell me how your day went.”

“Oh, no, no.” Hyunjin shakes his head as he smiles. “You tell me. How was the day?” Hyunjin asked with a grin like a best friend that was supportive of his friend like she got her first date... more like a mother, actually. “Tell me everything.”

You sigh, smiling as you thought about Minho, elbow resting on the table as you placed your jaw on your hand. “It was just exactly like our first date, Jinnie.”

three. — october ten.

Stubborn. Lee Minho is stubborn. You insisted for him to not to come with you shopping flowers for your grandmother, but Minho insisted more. So here you are, in the flower shop with Minho following around. Minho stops by the small white flowers on the side as you go to the counter. The flowers are really pretty, it reminded Minho of you for some reason. Minho looks at you as you as you talked to the florist on the counter.

Minho sees you nodding, smiling at the florist and then you turn around to look at the flowers, admiring all as you looked at their names. Minho looks back at the white flowers, wanting to give you. Minho looks at the name of it, baby’s breath, “I wanna stay with you forever.”. Does he feel that way? All he knows is that he just wishes you arrived earlier and not 20 days before—

“Minho?”

Minho lightly jumps, turning around to look at you. “Yes, flower?”

You stop, looking at him. “What did you say?”

Flower. He always called you that. Does he remember?

Minho looks nervous, shrugging as he tries to look cool. “I just.. I was thinking—”

“Right, right.” You said, shaking your head as you walked past him. Minho looks at you, watching you as the sun rays cover your skin and you protectively hold the flower arrangement on your hands. It feels so right to call you that. Minho smiles lightly and taking a small stem of baby’s breath with three branches that blooms tiny flowers, looking at the florist who was just smiling at him.

“Take it for free. It’s just a stem.” He says and Minho bows with a big smile, saying thank you. Minho turns around chasing you.

“Hey, flower, wait up.” Minho calls and you stop, turning around to him. He gives you the stem of baby’s breath and only did he realizes that it was a bit... lame. “I-I was going to give you a whole boquet but you.. you’re, um—”

“Do you know what the flower means?” You gently ask and Minho nods.

“I wanna stay with you forever, flower.” Minho says and you bite your lip, fighting off the smile that threatened to take over your face. You take in a deep breath, calming yourself from the giddiness you’re feeling. “This was stupid, I’m sorry—”

You take the stem, tiptoeing as you kiss his cheek. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” You turn around continuing to walk as you let the smile out that you can’t get rid of. Minho smiles gently, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tries to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“Flower, you really got to stop making me chase you!”

four. — october fifteen.

Minho frowns as he watches you from afar. You pinch Hyunjin on his arm as Hyunjin squeals and laughs. What? When were the two of you friends? From what Minho remembers, it’s just you and him who became friends after that incident in the café. Hwang Hyunjin, back off! She’s mine. Minho looks at the side. Is he actually jealous? Minho, she’s not your girlfriend. Calm the fuck down. Minho shakes his head, a pout evident on his face as he makes his way towards you two.

“M-Minho!” Hyunjin calls, surprised—lowkey, nervous—as Minho looks at him with a pout. You turn around seeing the other reaper as he just looks at Hyunjin.

“W-When did the two of you become... friends?” Minho, what the fuck? You sound like you’re her fucking jealous possessive boyfriend. Minho was about to open his mouth, ready to take his words back when you spoke up.

“He was passing by and he thought he knew me. And I’m like, ‘Hey, you’re the dude with Minho in the café.’ and then that’s it.” You explained, lying through your teeth. “Turns out, he was talkative as I was.”

Hyunjin awkwardly smiles. Hyunjin was just thankful that grim reapers don’t have the power to read minds. Or else, you and him were doomed.

“Anyway, I gotta get going.” Hyunjin says and you nod, turning to him. “Min, see you later.” Hyunjin looks at you one last time as you look back at him and turns around as he makes his way to... wherever because frankly, he doesn’t know either.

You closed your eyes, breathing out the breath you held when you were lying. That was so fucking close. You opened your eyes, turning around to Minho with a wide smile on your face. “How are you?” You asked him.

“Fine.” Minho mumbles and you chew on your lower lip. But a smile comes up on your face as you watch him. Typical Minho. He was just the same as he was before when he gets jealous. The pout on his face was still evident. The pedestrian light turns green and you both start to walk. You walk closely beside by Minho as he started ahead of you, but your eyes were shifting on him, the ground, the road in front of you and... his hand.

As your hand was on the air around Minho’s you immediately halt your action as you remember that you shouldn’t. Minho would always forget it, tempted to hold your hand but thankfully, you have your own dumb excuses that he managed to believe.

When you reached the other side, you both turned to left to walk to your destination. God, you were so tempted to hold his hand. Wait... the rule was holding hands, palm to palm contact, right? So... it wouldn’t hurt if—

Minho stops (which makes you stop as well) as he looks down at his hand, your pinky curled with his. Minho looks at you as you nervously look at him, teeth chewing on your lower lip. How did Minho not think of this before?

Too nervous at his staring which was really hard to decipher up until now even though you’ve known him for half of your life, you uncurl your pinky from his to pull away—

Minho locks his pinky with yours quickly before you could even pull away and looks down as he starts to walk, leading the way as he left you a few steps behind. A grin takes over your face and you follow him. Minho, himself couldn’t hold the large grin that took over his face.

“Hey, good day?” Changbin who was ahead of Minho’s way says as his fellow reaper notices how unusually big his smile is. If Changbin recalls, Lee Minho never smiles. Minho only gives a nod and a soft expression of respect.

“A great one.” Minho answers as Changbin gives him a friendly pat on his shoulder. “Hope yours is, too.” Changbin smiles as Minho passes by him, his eyes following him and then he sees you, blushing madly which makes Changbin’s smile falter. Changbin looks at yours and Minho’s hand, pinkies linked and Changbin chuckles as he sees his intuitions were wrong.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Changbin mumbles to himself and he continues on his way.

Yeah, this is way better than hand holding.

five. — october seventeen.

You folded your arms on the table, chin resting on your arm as you frown. It’s raining hard today and that’s okay that Minho was held back because of it but it’s been an hour and half, and Minho would text you. You’ve shoot him texts but he hasn’t answered even once.

“Hey, Y/N,” the kind waiter, Felix who was also your friend greeted. “You okay?” He asks as he places a hand on your shoulder. You sat up straight, smiling at your friend.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Lix. I’m fine.” You say and Felix nods, not wanting to pry anymore. “Would it be okay if I stay a bit longer?” You ask and Felix chuckles, nodding.

“Until I close down, if you want.” Felix says and you grin at him.

“Thank you.” You smile and Felix nods as he walks off to entertain the customers. You turn around, looking at the door, praying that Minho would finally come. The bell above the door rings once again, but no, it still wasn’t Minho. Where is he? Not holding back anymore, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number, chewing on your lower lip in anticipation as you pressed your phone against your ear.

Minho turns around to the table as he hears his phone ring. He looks at Hyunjin who was sitting across him with a worried expression on his face. “Minho, just answer her.” Hyunjin gently urges, but Minho shakes his head as he grabs his phone and flips it over. “What did Chan tell you?”

Minho looks at his friend who quite distressed over the situation. “Enjoy the remaining days I have here.” Minho mumbles his answer as he looks at the ground.

“Everyone sees you’re enjoying. Changbin even mentioned to me how you were grinning so wide the other day when he ran into you.” Hyunjin says and Minho sighs, placing his hands on the table as he hangs his head low. “And why is that you’re enjoying?”

“Y/N,” Minho whispers.

“So what’s stopping you?” Hyunjin asks.

“Fucking dammnit, Hyunjin!” Minho snaps, pushing the chair in front of him to the side. The reaper in front Minho freezes, surprised at how he reacted. Minho really does love you, huh. Hyunjin remembers, this was not the first time Minho has snapped at him. But Minho doesn’t remember. “Don’t you fucking get it? At first, I feel bad for her because she’s so young and she has to die. I’m the one who is assigned to fetch her so we can go up together.” Hyunjin only watches Minho, not able to say anything. “But now, I want to do something. I don’t want to go up yet. I don’t want her to, either. I want to spend more time with her. I’m not ready to let her go. Too fast, I know, but—” Minho cuts himself as he looks at Hyunjin with a pained look on his face.

If only Minho knows, it’s not too fast. It is too early. Hyunjin felt sad for his two friends, he couldn’t do anything for them.

“What do I do, Jinnie?” Minho asks. “It’s not like I can take her place and die again.”

Hyunjin sighs, smiling up at him. “Exactly, Minho.” He says. “You can’t do anything about it and you have to accept that.” Hyunjin says and breathes out. “Go to her, spend the reamaining time you have together.”

Minho licks his lips. Hyunjin’s right, what the hell is Minho doing? Minho shouldn’t have dwell about the short time that was given to them. At least, they were given time. This was better than just a few hours. This was better than nothing.

Minho takes his phone, stuffing it inside his pocket and walking to the coat rack to get his coat and umbrella. Without a word, Minho opens the door and his umbrella. He starts to walk to the café where you both first met. Minho finally arrives and he closes his umbrella as soon as he got under the roof. He pushes the door open with a smile and steps inside. But that smile quickly falters when he sees you at a corner with someone else, laughing like you were the happiest at the very moment.

Minho pulls his lips into a thin line, turning around to leave the café with a heavy heart. Hyunjin was right. You should spend your time with someone important to you. Minho was just someone who you met two weeks ago who spilled your coffee to you because he was being a ditz. You deserve someone who you’ve known your whole life.

“So, why were you here all alone?” Jisung asks.

Jisung has been your best friend ever since you entered college. He was the reason why you met Minho and Jisung was the one who you’d go to whenever you feel like talking about Minho.

“Uh,” you trailed off, chuckling. “I got stood up.”

“Oh?” Jisung asks. “Like... date?” You nod and Jisung’s expression remains surprised. “I... I’m proud of you, Y/N. After what happened with Minho, you’ve been miserable and—is it alright to talk about him?”

“Of course!” You said, shaking your head. “Continue where you left off.”

“Are you sure?” Jisung asks and you nod. “How have you been since Minho’s accident?” How have you been? Miserable, as fuck. Especially now since you’ve made the mistake of being close to him again. Oh, yeah, and, uh, dying on the 25th of October.

“Good.” You answered. Minho’s back to your life, except he doesn’t remember you at all. “It’s been hard without him, but great.” You trailed off, feeling your voice waver. Jisung notices, of course.

“Let’s not talk about it.” Jisung says as he looks down. You took a deep breath, smiling at your best friend.

“I love that you caught me here, but I have to go, Ji.” You say and Jisung nods, fully understanding you. But no, he doesn’t understand what’s been happening lately, and you don’t plan on telling him. “Bye, Ji. Take care. Let’s do it again some time.”

“Take care, Y/N.” Jisung says and you stand up, taking your umbrella with you as you finally go home.

It’s been a bad day today. But you wish, Minho just told you why he stood you up.

six. — october twenty-four.

Minho hears muffled giggles as he stands in front of your apartment. “Jeongin, stop! I will fucking throw you out of the window, I swear.” Your giggles were loud, making Minho’s heart swell. It hurt. You’re so happy today, not knowing tomorrow you won’t be here anymore.

“Do it, I dare you!” A boy answered with laughter. “Is that what aunty and uncle taught you how to treat your younger cousin?” You only answered with laughter. “Hey, it’s almost seven. I should be going.”

“Right,” you said as you walked through the apartment. “Do you want me to walk you to the lobby?”

Then, the door opens. Minho’s eyes widen as he came face-to-face with your younger cousin. Jeongin was about to smirk when he realized the man in front of him was oddly familiar. Minho bows in respect and Jeongin does the same but with little reluctance. He was so familiar.

“Hey, uh, you don’t need to.” Jeongin calls as he turns away from Minho. “You got a visitor, by the way.”

“Oh? Who is it?” You ask from your room and Jeongin faces Minho again, gesturing for his name.

“Minho.” The said boy says and Jeongin smiles.

“Jeongin.” The younger says as he holds his hand out to him. Minho almost grabs Jeongin’s hand when he remembers. Sigh, Minho. To the hundredth power. Minho lowers his hand as he tries to look for a stupid excuse.

“My hand isn’t really clean right now since I... uh, played with a stray cat along the way.” Well, Minho wasn’t really lying. Jeongin chuckles, nodding as he lowers his hand.

“It’s Minho, Y/N.” Jeongin calls and a thud erupts, Jeongin laughing immediately as he shakes his head. “Come in, sit by the couch.” Jeongin instructs for Minho and he follows. Jeongin walks inside your room, ready to tease you on how excited you are until his eye catches your Minho’s picture at your desk. Jeongin frowns and he looks at you as you got the picture frame and hid it in one of your drawers. “Y/N.”

“Yeah, Innie?” You said, not facing him as you fixed the mess that you made on your desk in a way that looks like you’re panicking. Jeongin sees your hands visibly shaking as you paused for a moment, looking at your desk thinking of what to do.

“M-Minho.” Jeongin says. “That Minho looks like your Minho and they have the same name. H-How did you even know him?”

“Long story,” you said and you breathed in as you turned around with a smile. “A bit insane, huh?”

“Creepy, yeah.” Jeongin answers and you laugh lightly. “Does he know about your Minho?”

You shake your head, laughing lightly. “Come on, Innie. He... He doesn’t have to know everything. He’s just a friend.” You say and Jeongin nods. He shakes his head and you smile. “Take care. Tell your mom and dad I said hi, okay?”

“Yeah.” Jeongin says and you walk him out to your door. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Sure you don’t want me to—”

“Y/N! I’m not a baby.” Jeongin laughs in an exasperated way. You laugh, opening the door for him. Jeongin then turns to Minho, bowing at him lightly and he finally goes out of your apartment. “Have fun, Y/N. But not too much!”

“Shut up!” You laugh and Jeongin kisses your forehead. Your cousin finally leaves and you close your door. You take a deep breath, facing Minho who was already walking towards you. “What brings you here?” You ask him as you lean back at the door.

Minho stops at a distance, looking everywhere but at you. “I... I’m sorry I stood you up the other day. I was feeling—”

“It’s okay.” You said, nodding. You know what’s really up. Hyunjin told you everything and you forgive him. But something in you right now doesn’t want to be around him. “Is that all?”

“Remember what you told me in the playground?” Minho asks, his voice small as he feels so nervous right in front of you just like the first day you both met. “That we should do everything even though we’re reluctant of it?”

“What about it?” You ask and Minho takes in a deep breath.

“I love you, flower.”

Your head snaps up, looking at him. Did he just..?

“I know, too fast, but...” Minho trails off as he tries to look for the right words. “Something just keeps on gravitating me towards you, flower. I... It never felt like I was getting to know you. It felt like I was remembering you. It sounds insane and I just—”

“I love you, too.” You answered which left Minho speechless. Minho felt he was insane—you two are insane, but Minho doesn’t care. You do crazy things when you’re in love (Hercules and Meg were right). “Always have, always will.”

Minho marched up to you, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips against yours. You were taken aback, but oh, it felt so good to taste his lips again. You kissed back, holding on to his wrists as you felt your knees weaken. Minho pulls away, looking into your eyes as you opened them.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Minho mumbles and you shake your head. “Flower, listen, I’m—”

“Minho,” you cut him off, thumbs running circles against his wrists. “You don’t have to tell me anything. Don’t tell me anything right now. Please, just... whatever you have to tell me, don’t.”

“But, flower, you don’t understand.” Minho says. “You’d hate me once you find out.”

“I won’t.” You whispered, assuring him. How could you? You close his wrists together, hands wrapping around his closed ones. “I could never hate you. I love you, too much. More than anything.”

“Y/N, flower,”

"Trust me, my love. Never.” You whisper and Minho pulls his hands away from your, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Minho’s heart remembers you and that’s more than enough for you.

seven. — october twenty-five.

Minho has his hands shoved inside his pocket as he waits for the bus with you. You were to visit your parents tonight and even though Minho knows what is bound to happen, he still couldn’t help but grow anxious.

“You okay?” You ask as you lightly nudge him by the arm. Minho nods, forcing a smile to you. You know it, it was a fake one. Should you just tell him? No, telling him would make things even worse. “Promise?” You ask and Minho just nods, pulling his hands out of his pockets and pulling you into an embrace. You giggle, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you, flower.” Minho mumbles and you pat his back, mumbling those three words back to him. Then you see the empty bus, coming your way. Your heart grows heavy and you move, pulling away from Minho. You hold him at arm length, smiling widely at him.

“Whatever happens is not your fault, okay?” You say and Minho grows confused. But Minho nods, anyway. The bus finally reaches you, stoppping in front of you. You breathe in, smiling at Minho. “Bye, Min. I’ll see you.”

Literally and figuratively.

Minho pulls you back by your wrist, cupping your cheeks as he presses his lips against your lips. You kiss back, lips dancing together as you wrap your arms around his torso. Minho pulls away, pursing his lips as he forces a smile again. “I love you.” Minho mumbles.

“I love you, too.” You answered. “So much. And I’m so thankful you came back.” You pull away, walking off to climb the bus. Minho was even more confused at your words as he watches your back.

The bus starts to move and you turn your back to him, instead of looking. Minho looks at the ground, frowning as he waits for the sound of the crash. He has to accept it, he has to accept that it was the only time given for you two. Minho clenches his fists as if trying to hold back.

But this is you. He doesn’t hold back when it comes to you.

So, Minho breaks into a run, chasing your bus. He wasn’t a fast runner, everyone knows that. But how the hell did he managed to catch up with the bus? Simple, you. Minho slams his fist thrice at the side of the bus, signalling the driver to stop. Minho slows down as the bus does, running inside and face you as he grabs your wrist to pull you out of the bus.

“Minho, what are you doing?” You say, but Minho stays silent, dragging you out of the bus. Minho drops your wrist as he manages to drag you away form the bus. You look around and slowly, time stopped.

Minho, not aware that you were able to move, pulls you into his arms hugging you and not wanting to let go. Minho takes in a deep breath, tightening his grip. You pull away, looking at Minho and sighing. Minho’s eyes widen.

“H-How could you..?”

“Minho, stop it!” You raised your voice as you glared at him. “Don’t you understand that we can’t do anything about it anymore?” Your tears started to stream down your face as you kept on speaking. “Please, I’m going back to the bus. Don’t stop it. This was meant to happen.”

You sigh, wiping your tears off and turning around to go back to the bus. But Minho was stubborn. He looks at your hand and grabs it, making sure to have a palm to palm contact, pulling you again and everything finally comes to him.

Minho shoves the envelope against Hyunjin’s chest as he read the details. “Not a good joke, Hyunjin.” Minho says and he shoves past Hyunjin as he looks at the envelope.

“Minho, I... you’ve been a great friend to me.” Hyunjin says as he turns around to look at Minho who only had his back turned to him. “I just thought... you deserve to know.”

Minho turns around, shaking his head. “What can we do?” He asks, tears welling up in his eyes as he looks at Hyunjin with hopeful eyes.

“Nothing, Minho. There’s nothing—”

“Well, we have to do something!” Minho raises his voice and Hyunjin winces at it. Minho never does that. He’s a happy person who never gets mad. “Hyunjin, that’s my fucking girlfriend. Dying on my fucking birthday.”

Hyunjin sighs, feeling bad for he can’t do anything. “Minho, time will freeze if you try to stop her from riding that bus. We can’t do anything. I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin says but Minho is stubborn. He will do everything just for you.

(Full Name), October 25, 8:37 pm. Cause of death: truck ran into her bus.

Minho looks at his watch. He still has exactly an hour to do something. Minho passes by Hyunjin, runnning his way to the station where you would be. Hyunjin could do nothing but sigh at his friend, following slowly.

Panting, Minho arrives at the bus stop. He sees you with a paper bag on your hand, earphones plugged in your ears as you wait for the bus. Suddenly, a bus stops in front of you and Minho runs to you, and before you could step on the steps of the bus, Minho grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

“Minho!” You exclaimed when you see him. “I was just about to go to your apartment, what are you doing here?”

Minho looks at you, panting and you look at him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask as you grab his hands. “Baby, what happened?”

“N-Nothing, can we just walk the way to my apartment?” Minho asks and you frown, looking at the bus. “Please, flower, for me?”

“Okay, but when we get to your apartment, you tell me everything?” You asked and Minho nods. “Promise—” You stopped moving, offering him your pinky halfway in between your bodies. Minho looks around, seeing everyone has stopped moving just like what Hyunjin said. Minho grabs your other wirst to look at your watch, looking at the time but it has stopped. He looks around, tears pooling in his eyes. He lets out a quiet sob, hugging you tightly as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You have so many things you want to do, especially with Minho. He only wanted for you to reach those dreams because it would make you happy. But how would you if you’re gonna ride this bus? An idea pops in Minho’s mind and it makes him hug you even tighter. Minho sighs, peppering kisses all over your face. MInho slowly lets go, looking at you.

“I love you, flower.” Minho mumbles, kissing your lips one last time. Minho looks at the bus, walking towards the entrance as he stands by the entrance, looking at you. Minho closes his eyes, repeating “Please, work.” phrase over and over again. Minho suddenly feels the bus moving and he opens his eyes, looking at you.

You blinked twice, looking around for Minho. Then you see him on the bus, he smiles at you, waving and you grow confused.

Hyunjin, who followed Minho was on the corner, watching the scene unfold right in front of his eyes. Hyunjin immediately fishes his pocket, pulling the letter out. It was still your name on it, but you were at the side watching. Hyunjin hears a crash and suddenly your name was changed to Lee Minho.

Hyunjin looks up, the bus laid on its side as the truck collided with it. Hyunjin turns his gaze to you, hands covering your mouth as you were unable to move. And that was when Minho’s punishment started.

You pull your hand away, looking at Minho. “No, no, no, no.” Minho mumbles, looking at you. “This isn’t...” Minho trails off, you come forward cupping his cheeks and you shake your head, closing your eyes. Minho rests his forehead against yours and you draw circles on his cheeks with your thumb.

“Flower, I..” Minho mumbles and you shake your head, bringing his lips forward to yours. Minho kisses back, pulling you impossibly closer by your waist. You pull away, Minho hugging you by your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You let out a shaky breath, pressing your lips against his cheek. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I couldn’t do anything to stop this.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s supposed to happen.” You mumble gently as you try to soothe Minho which was quite successful as he closes his eyes. “You did everything you could, alright?”

“But you had your dreams, you have a lot going on, wanted to do things you never did.” Minho says and you sigh, pulling away. You smile at him, wiping Minho’s tears off.

“And so did you.” You said and you sighed. “But, baby, this is what’s suppose to happen last year. Next life, we still have each other, right?”

Minho’s hands come up to your wrists, mumbling, “I don’t want to forget you again, flower.” And you sighed, smiling up at him.

“Minho, you didn’t.” You said. “You forgot your memories, but you kept on gravitating towards me. We’ll find each other again, I know it.” Minho sighs, bringing his hands down, arms cricling around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

“I love you.” Minho mumbles and you wraps your arms around his shoulders, leaning your cheek against his head.

“I love you more.” You mumble and Minho pulls away, grabbing your hands and lifting them up to press his lips against your knuckles. You slowly pull away, cupping his cheeks, tilting his head to kiss the top of his head.

Then, you pull away from his touch as you walk towards the bus, climbed up and everything started to move.

a little ways down the road (or maybe longer).

Seungmin grumbled as he looked at you who was walking towards him in the office. “Just because you’re the boss’ favorite, doesn’t mean you can come in late.” Seungmin glared at you as you kept walking towards your desk which was beside his. Clumsily enough, you pulled your swivel chair out and placed your bag down on it. Seungmin started to grumble things out about being always late and having to cover your ass out from the snotty assistant of your boss. Having enough of it, you hand a cup of coffee out to Seungmin who brightly grins as he takes it. “You’re the best.”

You chuckle lightly, sitting on your chair as you begin to work on the paperworks that has been dumped on your desk way before you arrived.

“By the way, Y/N,” Seungmin calls and you look at him. “Boss gave us the half day, he’s going out later to spend the rest of the day with his mother who arrived from.. somewhere.”

“Oh, nice.” You mumbled. “That reminds me as well, I have to pick up flowers for my dad.”

Seungmin looks at his phone then back to you. “Happy anniversary to your parents.” Seungmin says and you mumble a small thank you as you look at your papers but your mind somewhere else. What flowers should you get this time? When your mother and father were on their boyfriend and girlfriend stage, your father would always plan something for the anniversaries until it became a tradition for them. And when you were born and would always admire flowers, your dad suddenly asked you if you could always be in charge of the flower boquet that he would give to your mother since he quite sucks at that part.

“Seung?” You call and Seungmin looks at you with a smile. “What flowers should I get this time?”

Seungmin turns to you, smiling. “What’d you get them last year?”

“Daisies.” You said and Seungmin nodded, thinking of what you should get.

“Roses?”

“Too common.”

“Sunflowers?”

“Got those last two years ago.”

“Tulips?”

“Um, no, I’m not feeling it.”

“Baby’s breath?”

Your head snaps up at the mention of the said flower, looking at Seungmin. Why.. did your heart suddenly felt.. heavy? You breathe in, lightly patting your chest, above your heart as you sit up straight. “What does it mean again? The flower.” You ask as you start working again, ignoring the heaviness that suddenly settled in your heart.

“I wanna stay with you forever, I think.” Seungmin says and you nod.

“Thanks.” You say.

“Sure.” Seungmin says as he goes back to his own work. You eye Seungmin who pokes his tongue out to you playfully, making you laugh lightly. And just like that, time passed by like a blink of an eye and here you are, fixing your things to finally go. When you’re done, you and Seungmin walk side by side until the exit of the building.

“Hey, Y/N, I have to go now. I have something to take care of.” Seungmin says and you nod with a smile.

“Take care, Seung.” You lightly smile and he gives you a grin as he takes the other way. You walk to the opposite direction, the bus stop to wait for a bus that would take you to the flower shop.

You sigh, looking around as you didn’t see that much people around. It was probably like this around this time, people being busy with either school or work. And you honestly kinda like it since it’s not crowded, but it feels like a ghost town.

Finally, a bus stops. Two or three people climbs down and you climb up, walking down the aisle as you want to be seated by the center. On the process of walking down to your designated seat, you lock eyes with a stranger and there it was again—the heaviness in your heart. You ignore it, continuing down the aisle as you finally get to your seat, getting comfortable on it.

Unlike any other day that you would ride a bus, you sa by the aisle looking at the stranger whom you locked eyes with. He was a stranger, but he felt familiar. And your heart never grew heavy like this. It would always get heavy at randome things, baby’s breath—just like Seungmin mentioned earlier—, cats, coffee, random people that you woul catch linking pinkies together, name it. But this one felt the heaviest.

You immediately moved to the window seat as you see his head turning around, but you were positive he caught you. Whatever. It’s ot like you two would see each other again anyway. You sigh, your eyes looking at the other side’s window and you see a long-haired man sitting on the side of your seat with a gentle smile who had a cup of coffee on his hand. He shakes his head, smiling as he clears his throat. “Is that your handkerchief?” He says as he points by your foot.

“No, not mine.” You awkwardly say, the shyness in your voice could not be hidden as your cheeks started to go light red. God, you were not good with interacting with strangers.

The man nods, standing up as he feels the bus stop. “Bye, Y/N. Take care.” He says with a smile as he walks down the aisle, not waiting or your reply. You watch him as he climbs out of the bus, meeting with a friend who was slightly shorter than him who has the same black trench coat as him.

“You, too.” You mumble and the bus finally moves. Soon, the man who knows your name gets off of your mind and you sit there at the bus with your earphones plugged in your ears as you watched the buildings that you pass by and soon, your stop comes. You stand up, keeping your phone and earphones in side your bag as you feel the bus stop. When it fully stops, you walk down the aisle and slow down as a lot was coming off.

Slowly, your head turns around to where the stranger you locked eyes with was seated but he wasn’t there anymore. You sigh, turning your head in front of you as you climb out of the bus and walk straight to the corner of the flower shop.

“Hi, Y/N,” the owner of the shop, Felix greets with a sunshine-like smile. “As expected, every year. So, what flower do you have in mind?”

Felix was your friend from college whom you met through Seungmin since they had another mutual friend. Felix was the boy who was an absolute sunshine to everyone, smiling at you even if he doesn’t know you. And you just absolutely love him.

“Um, baby’s breath. What do you think?” You ask.

Felix hums in approval. “I’ve been waiting for that name to get out of your lips for years.” Felix says as he gets ready to arrange your flowers.

“Why didn’t you just suggest it to me?” You ask with a laugh.

“Because that would be cheating, Y/N.” Jisung, Felix’s co-owner and his best friend says as he walks out of the room at the back with a watering can on his hand, walking past you to go around and water the plants. “We had a bet about it and I lost.”

Felix grins as he keeps working on the boquet. “We always have a bet on what flower are you gonna get every year.” Felix informs you and you chuckle, shaking your head. These two dorks, I swear.

“And he always, always bets on baby’s breath.” Jisung says as he looks at you with a shrug. You chuckle, looking at Felix.

“Why baby’s breath?” You asked and Felix shrugged.

“Don’t you remember your dreams, Y/N?” Felix asks and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Remember when we were together at the library and you fell asleep when you were supposed to help me?”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” You laugh.

Felix laughs as well, shaking his head. “Not the point, Y/N.” Felix smiles as he holds the flower up, fixing some fallen flowers or branch or something. “I heard you mumbling in your sleep ‘I wanna stay with you forver, too.’ and then when you woke up you told me that you were holding a stem that had small white flowers on them but you couldn’t remember why.”

You tilted your head, trying to remember. But that’s weird. Why would you dream about it? You’d always forget that flower exists until Seungmin mentioned it today. What was it with that flower? Why did your heart grow heavy at the mention of the flower earlier?

“Here you go.” Felix says with a smile and you take the small boquet in your hands. You pay Felix and when you hear the sound of the cashier, you wave at Felix.

“Thank you, always.” You say. “Bye, Lix. Bye, Hanji.”

“Bye.” They both said with a smile and you turned around to exit the shop. Felix watches you through the glass panel and when you came out of sight, he turns to Jisung with a smirk.

“Where’s my 20, loser?”

It was beautiful. The tiny white flowers that bloomed made you smile as you just watch the whole time you were riding the bus and it honestly made you almost miss your stop. You went to your parent’s house, giving your dad the boquet he asked you for. With a kiss on his cheek and and I love you that was said by both, you went off to go back to go to your apartment, wanting to sleep the day away since you don’t have to wake up early tomorrow morning since it’s your day off.

You came home to your cat sleeping at the top of your bookshelf and you couldn’t help but chuckle. He would always pick the most uncomfortable places to sleep on. But hey, who were you to judge? You’re not a cat.

Yes, even though cats made your heart heavy, it didn’t stop you from getting one. You just love them so much and you always wanted one ever since you were a kid.

If one was to see what you would always do with your cat, they would assume that you probably planned your life living it alone already. I mean, come on, you’d always cuddle your cat, tell him about your problems and worries and especially about your heart growing heavy at most random times, and if you were being completely honest, you’d dance with him sometimes—but that’s a secret—but honestly, you just treat your cat as if it was your child.

So, here you are again.

“Hey,” you said as you move around to fix yourself. “I saw this stranger at the bus and we stared at each other. It was nothing, but I can’t shake the feeling that I know him from somewhere.” You said as you collapse on your couch. “And then another guy knows my name who smiled at me but I don’t know his name.” You said. You were honestly bothered. Who the hell was he? You sigh, biting your lower lip as you look at the ground. “But the first guy, he looks like someone, he’s so familiar. I just can’t name who the hell looks like him.”

Your soulmate, most likely. He looks like your soulmate but that was the last thing in your mind.

“So, Felix and Jisung would always bet on me every year on what flower I would request.” You say as you sip on your coffee. Seungmin across you just laughed, shaking his head at your two friends. “Did you know? Is that why you suggested baby’s breath?”

Seungmin shakes his head. “You just look like a baby’s breath person. Plus, it wasn’t the first suggestion.” Seungmin said and you nodded, shrugging. “Felix told me years ago you had a dream about—”

“Yeah, he told me yesterday.” You said with a smile.

Seungmin is your best friend. Ever since college, he was your ride or die. He loves to tease you, but when others do it, they better run away.

“So what did you do yesterday?” Seungmin asks.

“Not much. Just the flowers and then I went home and go sleep.” You said and Seungmin nodded. “How about you? Where’d you go yesterday?”

“You know my friend, Jeongin, the one who was still in college?” Seungmin asks and you nod. “He called me yesterday because he said he had an emergency. And when I went there yesterday he said it was all fixed and since I was there already, I chould hang for a bit.”

You laugh lightly. “He must be missing you.”

Seungmin looks at his phone and sees the time. “I should get going, I promised him yesterday I would help him with his papers.” Seungmin says as he stands up. “How about you?”

“I’ll walk out with you. I just came here because I had nothing to do, so now, I’ll be going back to my apartment.” You say as you fix your clothes, dusting non-existent dust off and when you’re satisfied, you grabbed your coffee. You move to the edge of the seat, standing up and sharply turning, coliding with someone’s chest. The person takes a step backwards as your coffee spill all over the person. You look at him with wide eyes as his eyes were down on his clothes, a small frown on his lips.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” You mumble.

“It’s fine.” He mumbles and you palm your pocket to see if you have a handkerchief, but no you don’t. So you look for table napkins but it looks like you ran out of. So, you looked at Seungmin who was looking at you as you looked at his hand. Bingo. You snatched his handkerchief off and turn around to the poor stranger you accidentally poured coffee all over at as you placed the empty cup on the table.

You lightly dab on his torso, frowning ligthly as you continue your work. You gently grab his hand cleaning the spilled coffee off. You let his hand go, unfolding the handkerchief as you flipped on the clean part.

And then you stopped.

Dude, what were you doing?

You sigh, feeling the redness on your cheeks spreading. Suddenly, you feel something on your back pocket being pulled out and you looked at Seungmin who just holds your handkerchief out. Oh. There it was. You grabbed it and held it out to the stranger.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I was panicking and I didn’t know what to do.”

“it’s alright.” He says with a light laugh as he takes the handkerchief, mumbling a thanks. He cleans the rest and with a smile he folds the hankderchief. “I would give this back, but..” He shrugs, gesturing on the handkerchief being unclean.

“No, it’s okay!” You said. “My apartment’s just nearby, maybe I can give you some spare shirt.”

He just looks at you with an unknown look as if he was studying you. “I’m sorry, you look very familiar. Have we met before?” He asks and you shake your head, looking at him. Oh! He’s the guy in the bus yesterday.

“I think I rode a bus with you yesterday.” You said and he laughed lightly, nodding.

“Yes, but not that.” He says with a light smile. “I just think, this happened before.” He mumbles and you nod. You feel it, too. It was all too familiar. Did this happen before? Have you two met but just can’t remember? But why won’t you remember?

“it does feel like this happened already.” You said with a soft smile. But deep down inside you, you know where it happened, you just haven’t been into that much thought yet.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You smile, holding your hand out to him.

“Minho.” He says with a smile, placing his hands in yours as he shakes them. You don’t know if it’s just the way he holds it or maybe his hand really does fit with yours like a puzzle hugging it’s piece.

For the first time, your heart felt joy not heaviness.

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