#Falling down the cinema stairs and dropping your popcorn

[unashamedly-glaswegian]

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[damiano-mylove]

How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like

GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*

Vic

You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store

She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)

Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places

Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you

At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops

Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am

Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together

Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance

Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing

Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week

One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right

You brushed off the night as drunken kissing

But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways

The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item

She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you

Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights

On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you

You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world

Nor would you for her

Thomas

Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes

One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you

It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking

You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved

Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)

When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static

He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking

Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them

The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'

You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)

Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day

You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat

About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema

You gladly went with him

In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away

Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly

That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner

'Is this a date or just a hang out?'

'It can be whatever you'd like.'

To no one's surprise, you chose the former option

You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough

Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet

Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared

Ethan

As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar

There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends

People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)

Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets

'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'

For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that

It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines

You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you

Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke

With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to

Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation

Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss

While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with

You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment

No complaints, you went

Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together

You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments

Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend

His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed

Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else

Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)

Damiano

Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar

There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved

Damiano would spot you immediately

You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind

That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor

His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people

As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name

'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'

You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for

However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand

They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?

Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano

His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him

It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept

That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch

When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up

He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again

The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine

Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday

Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch

Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom

Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly

Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it

He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him

Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover

When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'

Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part

Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone

Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required

if it sucks, y’all gotta tell me😩🙏

for @fairyth0rns , i hope you like it

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[erensproudsimp]

Confession

Jean kirschtein x reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : You didn't want to admit your feelings to Jean in fear of losing him until tables were turned.

"I wonder how much everyone changed after all this time", you said staring at the moving landscape through the windshield.

"I'm pretty sure there's a lot to catch up with friends you haven't met since one year", Annie replied from the driver's seat.

"I bet Historia and Ymir must be dating by now", you chuckled.

"That wouldn't be much of a shocker to me to be honest", Annie added face straight at the road.

It's been one year since your friend group graduated university and because everyone was preoccupied with their individual lives, y'all didn't have the opportunity to meet up. Until today as Jean had organised a party at his mansion. The thought of his name made your face feel hot. For as long as you can remember you've always felt a certain type of way towards that horse face.

"Thinking about him huh", Annie said noticing the redness on your cheeks.

'Wha- what do you mean? No I'm not thinking of Jean", you responded frantically looking away.

" I didn't say a name though." You could see Annie smirking in the corner of your eyes.

"Don't you think it's high time you tell him about your feelings? Who knows he likes you back too and besides you two would actually make a pretty good couple looking back at how both of you were with each other," Annie suggested.

"I don't know about that, Annie, you know I fear rejection", you said dejectedly while reminiscing at the good old days when all you and Jean did was tease the hell out of each other and pull pranks with Sasha and Connie on teachers and the others.

Soon after you reached a grand gate.

"Open up horse face it's me and y/n," Annie said over the radio.

"Yeah yeah and don't call me horse face!" Jean scoffed on the microphone. Hearing his voice made butterflies errupt in your stomach. It was the first time you were coming over his house and damn the boy was rich rich as you looked at the magnificent well-kept garden enriched by a fountain in the middle face-to-face with stairs leading to the three story illuminated building.

When you reached inside, your eyes fell on Mikasa who was lounging on the couch. Shrieking you threw yourself on her, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Mikasa It's been so long!"

"Ahaha! Welcome y/n! I missed you too now stop crushing me," Mikasa coughed from the impact of your bodies colliding.

"Did someone get hurt? Why was there a scream?" Eren inquired coming from what seems to be the kitchen with Armin.

"Oh its just y/n", Armin said as you ran and jumped on him making both of you fall down laughing, "Armiiin! I missed you so much!"

"What's all this commotion about?" Connie asked revealing himself accompanied by Sasha who was savoring a pizza, a quizzical look on her face.

"Gosh I missed you guys so much! where are the rest?" you asked a tear in your right eye.

"Reiner, Berthold, Marco and Jean are setting up the projector to watch a movie and Ymir and Historia haven't reached ye-", Eren was cut off with the arrival of said people.

"Hola amigos! We have news for you all!" Ymir shouted while hugging Historia, "We're finally going out with each other!"

"Tell me why am I not surprised," Annie said as Historia blushed and Ymir just frowned at her words. Just at that moment Jean entered the room alongside with the boys making everyone invited present in the hall.

All the blood in your body rushed to your face as you saw Jean being a totally different person from last year. He grew a goatee on his face and his hair was longer too which seemed to be a mullet. He was wearing a casual grey hoodie and sweatpants yet this was so hot to you.

Your voice was stuck in your throat when you tried to say a word to him but either ways the monent the came he announced that everything was ready for the movie. He didn't even acknowledge your presence or make eye contact with you. It felt odd as you two were so close and he barely looked in your direction.

Everyone proceeded to go to the cinema hall which was located in the basement. You took your seat between Annie and Mikasa and Jean was right behind you. In a few the movie 'Attack on titan' started. Fifteen minutes in and you had already finished all your popcorn so you got up to fetch more from the kitchen. While going out you noticed that Jean and Marco were not in the hall but you choose to ignore it to go fetch your food. Right before you entered your destination you heard two voices coming from a room. You usually don't eavesdrop but the sudden mention of your name intrigued you to do so.

"It's now or never Jean who knows after how long you would finally see y/n again", you heard Marco said to Jean.

"I don't know Marco this seems like a bad decision to me", Jean continued.

"How would you know about that Jean? You think you know how y/n truly feels but you may be wrong you know ", your heart skipped a beat after hearing this.

Did this mean it was what you were thinking?

"Marco, I think it's for the best I don't tell y/n how I feel about her/them", Jean mumbled. So that's why he's been ignoring you. This confirmed your thoughts and under the shock you lost your footing pushing the door you were leaning against open. Jean saw his life flash in front of his eyes when he realised you heard what he said.

"You know what, I am letting you two alone to talk", Marco said taking his leave giving you a reassured look before closing the door behind him

You looked at Jean with soft eyes while he turned his back on you with his hand on the back of his neck. You noticed that the tips of his ears were red and before you could say anything he spoke up.

"So you heard what I said huh, would you please forget about it? I don't want to lose you because you're aware of my feelings for you", Jean said looking down with his back still facing you.

"Jean look at me", you asked him but he refused to do so which resulted in you walking to face him but he still looked away.

You grabbed his face to make him look at you. Jean was expecting you to reject him but instead you pressed your lips against his. His eyes widen at your action and he kissed you back more roughly when it hit him.

You pushed him to the bed as you sat on his lap continuing to makeout with him. His hands roamed around your body from your waist to finally grab your ass and give it a little squeeze.

You pulled back with a string of saliva connecting your mouths and looked him.

He looked at you thinking if only you knew how beautiful you were in his eyes.

"Does this mean you return my feelings?" Jean hopingly asked.

"Who kisses their best friend without feelings moron?" you smiled at him bopping his nose.

At this instant your mouths collided with each other again. Your hand reached down to peel his hoodie off his body and goddamn he was hot. You ran your petite hands against his hard muscular chest and abbs as Jean was looking at you adoringly.

Suddenly he grabbed your chin and attacked your neck with kisses. He ran this tongue on the skin while he unbuttoned your shirt to reveal your red bra. He went down from your neck to your collarbone leaving hickeys behind. A sharp pain followed by pleasure made you purr. He skilfully opened your bra with his one hand while the other was in your hair pulling it.

As your undergarment fell to the floor his jaw dropped at the sight of your perfect boobs in front of him. It felt like a blessing that he was witnessing you in this state. While he was busy gawking at you, you took his big slender hands and placed it on them. His cheeks took a bright red colour.

You grinded on his thighs feeling him getting harder. He let out a soft grunt feeling this sensation. He was sucking on one nipple and pinching the other one which made you throw your head back in absolute bliss.

Jean then advanced into helping you take off your pants leaving you in your panties. The more this man undresses you the more mesmerised he was by your figure. He slid his fingers up and down your cunt feeling how wet he made you when he barely even touched you.

"Would you sit on my face? please", Jean breathed with eyes filled with lust. You felt your clit pulsating at his request and you knew Jean could feel it too on his thigh. You nodded with your flushed face unable to say anything out of embarrassment.

He laid down on the bed as you took off your panties. Climbing on him his hands grabbed your waist guiding you right above his mouth. He ran his tongue through your folds making you lose your breath. He held you still so that you wouldn't move away while he was eating you out. He flicked your bud then inserted his tongue into and out you. You held onto the bed counter for support, your hair falling on your face.

"Jeannn", you moaned as you began riding his face. Jean was delighted let his tongue flat to let you pleasure yourself on him. Moving up and down you ravished this sweet feeling coursing through you. Soon after your legs began trembling signaling you were reaching your climax.

"Go ahead cum on my face please y/n", Jean pleaded and you did as he told. He felt your juices ran down his neck as he was savoring the taste.

"This is the best dinner of my life," he panted as you got off him. Your heart was beating so hard against your ribs as though it would come out.

You returned to your original place on his lap. You helped him take off his sweatpants watching his hard member spring free.

"Are you okay with this?" Jean asked.

"I've waited years to be able to do it so hell yeah I am," shifting yourself on his lap to make his dick right outside your entrance, you slowly inserted it in you. Feeling the neediness grow bigger Jean couldn't take it and pushed you down completely making his dick disappear in you. You bit his shoulder to help you bear with this immense pleasure.

"Fuck y/n you feel so good", Jean moaned being wrapped with your tight walls.

Pulling back from his shoulder you looked at him in the eyes as you rode him, your foreheads touching each other. Your boobs were bouncing from your up and down movement making you look so erotic to Jean. With time you picked more speed and was moving quicker. Jean was losing his mind at this. Your bodies blended into one. Jean bit his lips and grabbed your thighs so hard it was leaving marks. Your lips connected into a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

"Shit y/n I'm reaching my limit"

"Let's cum together Jean"

Jean was thrusting his hips into you out of instinct. The room was filled with the heavy breathing of both of you and the dirty sound of your ass and his thighs clapping.

Your body freezed as you let everything out of you and felt Jean's hot liquid inside of you. You screamed his name against his chest. Removing his dick from you, you sat on his lap looking into each other's eyes.

Suddenly you heard the door open revealing Eren outside.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" the poor boy appologised closing the door as fast as he could.

Jean and you broke into a laughter being happy that one of two finally confessed.

End.

Thank you for reading. :)

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[eggjorp]

Ch2 - Boxers or Briefs?

Main Masterlist

3AM Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Insomnia

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Notes: swearing, angst, comedy, 3k

You end up drifting off at around six and wake up to both your alarm blaring at half past eight and your head throbbing with a similar kind of ring. You get out of bed, sighing as you trudge to the bathroom, getting ready for class.

You swap your pyjama bottoms for jeans and throw a hoodie on top, grabbing the bag you carefully packed the night before (one of your few good habits) and a banana you stuff into your mouth as you leave. Once you arrive in class you silently sit next to your group of friends and grab the closest source of caffeine.

“Black coffee? Are you fucking with me? You’re such an old man oh my god!” you exclaim after taking a big gulp of the stolen coffee.

“Yet you’re still happily drinking it? Fuck off that’s mine, you kept me up late I need it!” Doyoung retorts.

“I didn’t do shit actually. If I remember correctly you told me to shut the fuck up and you went to bed. And you ignored me! A lot! I told you, I’m sensitive!” you pout as you hand him back his coffee. During this interaction the rest of your friends sit there in confusion, you don’t bother trying to explain, not enough energy.

“Okay did y’all fuck or what?” Jaehyun asks pointedly, and Johnny tuts at him for his explicitness. Instead of replying you wink at Jaehyun and ignore Doyoung’s disapproving glare. Jaehyun gasps dramatically, “Oh my god y’all really fucked? I thought you guys were like archenemies, but FINALLY!” his words catch the attention of the people sitting around but it doesn’t last long as he offers them his signature charming smile as an apology.

“We didn’t fuck, they texted me at three am and five am, calling me a bum and a poopyhead? They’re actually so immature. How you’re at such a prestigious university I’ll never understand. Perhaps you paid your way in? Fucked the dean of admissions?” he turns to you, quirking his eyebrow.

You give him a smirk, “Darling, you don’t need to worry about how eventful my sex life is. If I were you I’d worry about yours.” you poke, knowing full well Doyoung prioritises his studies over relationships. It is something you admire but you would never tell him that, god no, you would never give him the satisfaction.

“Should I be envious that your grades resemble your sex life? Full of Ds?” he snaps back, and you purse your lips to stop a snort, as you reach down to pull your laptop out of your bag and hide your face.

Before the lecture starts you reach your hand over Jaehyun to grab Doyoung’s coffee once more, finishing it with a quick gulp before smiling sweetly and dropping it into the bin beside you at the end of the row.

“That was uncalled for.” Doyoung’s jaw tenses and he glares at you. If eyes could kill, you would be dead ten times over by now. Nothing new though, you’ve grown immune to his stare considering how many times you’ve fallen victim to it. Annoying Doyoung is the highlight of your day—no, week— and has become part of your routine.

“Guess what?” you lean over the desk and beckon Doyoung to lean over and meet you in the middle. He stares at you blankly, refusing to move, and you roll your eyes, “Your face was uncalled for.” you grin, once more, before returning to your seat and focusing your attention on the start of the lecture.

“For fucks sake, the stubble in my armpits keeps stabbing me. It's so uncomfortable!” you rub at them, hoping to soothe the skin. Johnny laughs and Doyoung rolls his eyes. “I don’t think that’s information we needed to know.”

“Your face isn’t information we needed to know.” you bite back, sticking your tongue out at him,  watching his jaw tense and teeth grinding.

“You know, if you keep grinding your teeth like that, you’re gonna flatten them all. You’re gonna look like an old man with no teeth at the age of 25!” you snort, pointing your finger at him.

“I wouldn’t grind them if you didn’t stress me out so much!” he scoffs.

“I wouldn’t stress you out if you didn’t stress me out!” you immediately return. Johnny is laughing at you both for the entire duration of this conversation and inwardly you congratulate yourself for providing such brilliant entertainment.

“What the fuck do I do?” he asks as you three reach the McDonald’s, “You exist.” you deadpan, ignoring him as you walk past him to get into line. He rolls his eyes for about the twentieth time today and doesn’t respond. Doyoung decides it’s better to ignore you back.

“Johnny, Dongyoung, what do you guys want?” you ask.

“Umm, cheeseburger, fries, strawberry milkshake,” Johnny responds, followed by silence. You look expectantly at Doyoung.

“Hey? You big bum, what do you want?” you ask Doyoung, poking his side. He falters for a second, “Uh, Chicken nuggets, Large.”

You nod and turn to order, “But why?” you look back at him, confused, “Why are you ordering me food?”

This time it’s you who rolls their eyes, “Are you rejecting free food? Okay, I see how it is.”

“No, I’m not! Just wondering...” you ignore and order, telling them to sit down as you wait for your food. Once you return with the food you sit down, drinking your hot chocolate and munching on some chips.

“Yo, have you guys watched the new Pokémon movie yet?” Johnny asks. You shake your head.

“It’s probably gonna be shit. People go for the Pokémon, not the plot.” Doyoung pokes. “The plot is the Pokémon you dumbass,” you respond.

“Regardless of the plot or the Pokémon let’s go watch it!” Johnny suggests excitedly. Reluctantly you all make your way to the cinema, buying a large popcorn to share, and get your tickets for the movie.

“Hey, Doyoung?”

“What?”

“You’re an expired waffle.” The room may be dark, but you don’t need light to know that Doyoung was rolling his eyes.

“You’re a useless paperclip.” he retorts and at this, you gasp “Kim Dongyoung how fucking dare you.”

He smirks and feigns innocence, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You narrow your eyes at him and give his wrist a light slap, “You know exactly what I’m talking about! I used that insult and you said it was dumb and now you’re using it!”

Doyoung slaps your wrist back, “A dumb insult for a dumb person eh?” your mouth is wide open. You’re astounded that he dares give you this attitude, so you do what any normal person does— you grab a handful of popcorn and drop it down his shirt.

This, of course, causes Doyoung to yell and a little girl to stand up from her seat, turn around and say, “Excuse me can you please be quiet?” Doyoung grabs at your hand, still hovering over his shirt and you both politely apologise. Johnny is cracking up, as expected, and Doyoung is boiling with anger. You can practically see the steam tumbling out of his ears and the scowl across his face is clear in the light from the screen.

“You’re helping me get it off!” still with your hand in his grasp he stands up, pulling you along with him, and some popcorn falling to the floor with a crackle.

“What the fuck am I meant to do?” you whisper but he pays you no attention and urges you to walk down the stairs.  The audible crunch of the stray popcorn under your feet after every step makes you wince and Doyoung’s grip on your wrist remains tight. Reluctantly you follow him out of the theatre doors.

“You’re such a fucking child! Now I have popcorn stuck in my boxers, Y/N, my BOXERS!” he frantically pulls on his shirt, trying to rid himself of the small kernels.

“You seem more of a briefs guy to me...” you respond with a cheeky smile, attempting to keep the mood light-hearted.

“You’re going to pay for this!”

“Hey, I bought you McDonald's, didn’t I?”

“That doesn’t give you a free pass to shove popcorn down my shirt! What is it with you, seriously!” his irritation only heightens with your responses, allowing for some harsh words to fall from his mouth.

“Do you have any common sense at all? We’re trying to watch a movie for god’s sake, and you’re just playing around like an immature child! Can you not be sensible for one fucking moment?” you furrow your eyebrows while listening to him berate you.

“Alright there, Mr Kim, maybe you wanna slow down for a second? Go clean yourself up and take a breath.” you try to be the sensible adult he doesn’t think you can be and hold back with further insults.

“Oh great, now I seem like the bad guy,” he says, giving up in trying to rid himself of the popcorn remains.

“Don’t worry, we know in this situation you’re the adult and I’m the child you get to lecture.” You cross your arms and squint at him, struggling to hold in your own irritation.

“Your passive-aggressiveness is really subtle you know!” you take a step closer and tilt your head with a sweet smile, “Well I learnt from the best!”.

His jaw tenses and your eyes quickly flit to it before returning to his, “Seriously, stop grinding your teeth— but you don’t need to take my advice! Who in their right mind would listen to an immature child, right?”

You try to walk past him to go back into the theatre but Doyoung lightly grasps your forearm. “I didn’t mean what I said...”

You turn to look back, faces only centimetres away but eyes filled with spite, “Yes, you did. In your eyes I’m nothing but an irritating child, but you’re right so it’s fine.” you yank your arm away and re-enter the theatre, returning to your seat.

“Everything okay?” Johnny asks.

“Yep. He just got really pissed.”

“Oh, because of the popcorn?” Johnny offers you a sympathetic smile.

“Because I’m apparently immature and dumb and can’t be sensible.” you scoff.

“I mean, you did chuck popcorn down his shirt...”

“And he’s slipped ice down the back of mine? It’s mutual. Or at least I thought it was.” you sigh, frustrated that the day had to turn sour so quickly for no good reason.

You and Johnny end the conversation there, even when Doyoung returns. The extent of any other conversations consisting of the occasional comment about the movie. The movie ends, and you take your time getting up, stretching your limbs and yawning.

“That was actually a decent movie.” Johnny expresses.

“Yeah, it was okay, but I feel like it was more plot twist than plot,” you joke, both boys chuckle and hum in agreement but you pay no attention to Doyoung.

“Let’s go get sushi?” Johnny suggests. You groan in response “I’m a broke bitch and I bought us all McDonald’s earlier! Only if you pay?” you give Johnny a sweet smile, but he responds with a look of pity, “Hoe, I’m broke too...”

After exchanging a knowing look for a few moments, you both turn to Doyoung with that same sweet smile, and he knows exactly what you want.

“Ugh fine, but there’s a cap on how much you can spend!” he groans and begins walking ahead while you and Johnny cheer together.

Johnny links his arms with yours as you follow Doyoung to the restaurant, the time filled with absentminded chatter.

“Alright fellas, I need to go to the toilet, don’t kill each other while I’m away!” both you and your frenemy roll your eyes and ignore him, continuing to eat your meals.

After about thirty seconds Doyoung breaks the silence, “I’m sorry about earlier.” and while you would love to snap back with something rude and witty, you swallow your anger and echo his short apology.

Johnny comes back and, although you still aren’t speaking, he can sense the tension has dissipated and is content with the progress. A few more jokes and beers later you all end up outside of the restaurant, Johnny insisting he’s fine even though he keeps mixing up his home address with a bar nearby and you send him home by taxi, opting for a train as you’re not sure your bank account could take another hit.

As you and Doyoung live relatively close you take the same train home and so are walking to the same train station.

“Uh, can we stop here for a second? I need to get some things.” he pauses outside of a convenience store and you give him a small nod. A few minutes later he remerges with a white carrier bag in his hands.

The pair of you continue walking, breathing in the cold air, and he pulls out an item from the carrier bag, grasping your hand and placing the item in your palm, before closing your fist and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Drink this tea before bed, it’ll make you sleepy, there’s no caffeine.” you chuckle quietly at his gesture and tuck it inside your backpack.

“Why did you get me this?”

“I didn’t want to wake up to your dumb messages calling me a poopyhead,” he complains of fake annoyance.

The corners of your lips turn up slightly and you utter a soft “Thank you,” but that’s all until you get to the train station and make your way onto the train.

The lights are bright compared to the dark sky presented behind the dusty window. A few people are scattered along the carriage, a man in formal wear, a few students, an older woman, and some young men.

A stop in you hear a whisper in your ear,

“Actually, I do wear briefs but they’re all in the wash so I had to resort to boxers,” at first it startles you, not expecting the warm breath, but you smile and turn to look at him. Doyoung tries to suppress a smile and look straight ahead but as you continue to stare at him, laughing quietly, he can’t help but let a few noises escape. He then quickly buries his face in his hands and you both melt into a pile of giggles.

“I can still feel the popcorn scratching my chest,” he says in-between snorts, “You deserved it, to be honest,” you counter,

“You always say I deserved it!”

“That’s because you do!”

Your loud laughter gains the attention of the few people in the carriage and you begin shushing each other, it doesn’t make it any better, but you continue regardless.

A few seconds later Doyoung grabs at your hand and pulls you up, “Our stop!” dragging you along and he runs off the train. It takes you a few seconds to realise what’s happening but you’re already off the train, hearing the beeping signifying the doors are closing only moments before you leapt out. Doyoung stops suddenly and you crash into his side, unprepared for it.

“Woah there!” you grab onto his arm for stability, “I can’t believe we almost missed our stop,”

Doyoung laughs and starts walking towards the exit, “See, I’m so reliable. Unlike someone...”

You roll your eyes, “I almost got smushed by those doors, less reliable more lucky!”

He looks at you with fake offence, a hand on his chest in a mock upset, “You’re just rude that's what you are.”

“You’re just rude, that's what you are.” you imitate him with a high pitched voice, and he narrows his eyes at you before shoving your hand off his arm and speeding his walking up.

“Nooo! Doyoung! Don’t be mad!” he continues to walk away silently, and you speed up to match his tempo. You get to the crossing where you go separate ways, he continues without you and so you get his attention the only way you can.

“WE’LL TAKE THE HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN AND I CAN’T WAIT TO LOVE YOU ALL ALONE—” he runs after you and slams his hands over your mouth to stop your screeching, taking a few steps backwards due to the force of colliding. He lowers his hand slightly to your shoulder and places his other hand on your back to stop you both from falling.

You hold onto his jacket and laugh, and his head hangs low in shame, “I can’t believe you I really can’t. You’re insane, you know that right?” you continue to giggle and just nod in response. He shakes his head, but you can see the corners of his lips turning up, “I should’ve left you on that train when I had the chance.”

“Nooo,” you whine, “You can’t leave ME! I’m your BEST FRIEND!” he gives you a dirty look and you shift your attention to the other students passing by in a group, “Guys! I’m his best friend!” they just chuckle, and one yells “That’s nice!”

You turn back to Doyoung, who is groaning and embarrassed, “You’re not my best friend! We’re enemies, remember?” he widens his eyes and shakes his head at you, “That’s not what you were saying last night...” you trail off. He narrows his eyes again, “Last night you called me a poopy head and I told you to go to sleep...”

“Didn’t say I was your enemy though!”

“Didn’t say you were my best friend though!” he offers you another dirty look and you pout in response.

“Hey, Kim Dongyoung, don’t be mean!”

“I’m not! I’m—”

“BABY YOU A BAD GIRL WATCH YOUR MOUTH—” he pulls at your jacket to try and drag you home, “Shut up you’re gonna wake everyone up!”

You let him drag you, reluctantly, “No I won’t, I’m not even that loud!”

“We’ll take the highway to heaven,” you finish with a sulk.

“I swear to god you’re such a child!” he groans.

“Yeah, but I’m your child.” you retort and he looks at you in confusion,

“I’m not your dad?” you wink in response, knowing full well you’re not making any sense, and he lets go of your jacket, shoving you away, the playful atmosphere quickly being replaced by a cold one. You finally feel the cool breeze of the wind and there’s a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Why do you always do this Doyoung?” you’ve both stopped on the side of the road.

“Do what?” he asks, his expression showing irritation.

“We’re having fun messing about and then you get all cold and icy. Just like at the cinema.” you finally spill what’s been on your mind for a while now.

“I don’t! You put popcorn down my shirt, of course I was gonna react like that— if anything you took it too far!”

“That’s just how we play around is it not? You’ve done plenty of similar things. I honestly thought we were friends who joke around that they hate each other, but I guess not. I guess you really do hate me and you’re just not able to tolerate my bullshit anymore.” he furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him the chance.

“Goodbye, Doyoung.” you say before walking away, leaving him standing in the cold.

#doyoung fluff #doyoung comedy #doyoung fanfiction #nct fanfiction #doyoung scenarios #doyoung imagines #doyoung reaction #nct fluff #nct angst #nct smut #nct comedy #doyoung msut #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct series #doyoung series #nct #nct 127 #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #nct 127 comedy

[tenyatrash]

On Account of Rain

One-shot gen fic that I did as part of a server swap! It was fun enough that I might be dipping my toes into requests so check it out and leave an ask if you’d like. 

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18738154

Tokoyami and Ashido like scary movies, in fact, they love them. Aliens or ghosts, slashers or existential angst, it doesn't matter as long as they get to feel the terror. When Bakugo reveals that he finds all scary movies foolish, they challenge him to prove it.

It goes about how you'd expect.

Training gets called early.

There are storm clouds rolling in, dark and full of fat drops that are just itching to drench our heroes-in-training. For a moment, the kids had worried that Aizawa-sensei would make them complete their outdoor combat training anyway, but he’d apparently bowed to Principal Nedzu’s campus closure at the last minute.

So now, they were racing the rain back to their dorms, ponchos and umbrellas popping out of Yaoyorozu’s body as they swerve and dip through campus. They make it back in a straggling heap, most avoiding being drenched too badly.

As outerwear and shoes are shucked off, Mina and Tokoyami continue their latest foray into the maddening darkness of new French horror cinema. Mina normally goes more for chest-bursting sci-fi flicks, but Tokoyami’s her gore buddy so she does her best to appreciate the moodier pieces that he gravitates towards.

Especially since it’s his week to pick the flick.

“It’s a brilliant bouquet of suffering and sorrow. A mirror for our twisted souls, as if the director clawed her way out from hell to deliver this warning.”

“Slasher Central says it’s the best ghost story since ‘The Cry.’ Half the people at the premier fled in terror before the credits rolled! They gave it five screams!”

“And now such darkness is in our grasp. And on such a fortuitous day.”

The thunder claps as if to emphasize Tokoyami’s declaration. It also draws the attention of Bakugo, who is shaking his head in disgust, though whether at the weather or the subject, it’s hard to tell.

“You guys are seriously going to waste your time on that kiddie stuff?”

Tokoyami and Mina share a quick glance. Kiddie stuff?

Mina’s the one to pipe up.

“Uh, it’s totally not for kids! We’re talking hard R, serious mind-tripping here. Rumor is, the director went mad!”

Turns out, 1-A’s resident firecracker is of the baffling opinion that most horror movies are for kids, since, “You’d have to be a real baby to let that lame stuff scare you.”

Mina takes the challenge while Tokoyami mutters something about the shadows of childhood and the evil fae.

“Ha, I bet you’ve just been on that weak stuff. No way you’d make it through ‘The Final Eye.’”

Bakugo rolls his eyes.

“Come on, give it a chance! You already said all your homework is done, and it’s not like you can go anywhere in this mess.”

He’s still not convinced, but he’s wavering. It would be nice to show them how stupid they’re being about this. Maybe then they’d stop doing Deku impressions with the constant movie muttering. Tokoyami sees his indecision, and in the interest of speeding things up, gives the persuasion a go.

“Bakugo, this is a forbidden realm. A true test of fortitude. Why, we’d be kicked out if we tried to watch it in theaters-”

“Wait, is this against the rules? Because I’m sure as hell not about to get in trouble again. Especially not to prove myself to you two.”

Mina bounces into a pair of slippers and makes for the stairs before turning round to face Blasty.

“Okays, well firstly: Rude! Second, no, it’s cool. Personal use is no problem! Really! Come on, it’ll be fun. And if it’s not, we’ll totally shut up about it in front of you!”

“Like I trust you…”

Bakugo looks around the emptying foyer. Kirishima, trying to teach Denki how to lift, Sato with some new recipe, Midoriya off in the corner with his little squad playing…

Jesus, it’s All Might-branded Monopoly. Limited edition, too.

Yeah, not a lot of appealing alternatives flying around.

“Ugh, fine. Whatever. Hurry up before I change my mind.”

Naturally, they end up in Tokoyami’s room. It’s really the only respectable choice when it comes to horror movie atmosphere-setting. The darkness, the random occult imagery, the purple miasma of what looks suspiciously like a lava lamp…

Bakugo smirks. He’s totally going to show them what it means to be fearless. --- Okay, so it’s not the worst movie he’s ever seen. And yeah, the dead little girls are pretty scary. He was sure it would be all lame makeup or discount CGI, but he hasn’t even seen them yet. They’re always just out of frame, giggling and whispering and playing games.

Yeah, maybe Tokoyami’s taste in movies doesn’t totally suck. Although he still doesn’t trust Mina to pick. Not after that comment about chest-bursters and killer clowns, or whatever she was droning on about last week in class.

Mina’s enjoying herself well enough, despite the more atmospheric offering. She’s not a total wimp, even if she is clutching that pillow awfully hard and ducking behind it every time the calliope starts to play through the tiny laptop speakers. For his part, Tokoyami maintains a stoicism that could almost rival Bakugo’s.

Unless you look at his hands and realize he’s white-knuckling the poor popcorn bowl. If it weren’t for the rolling barely-audible commentary on the metaphors and symbolism and general gothic fortune cookie-ness...he’d almost be a pleasant movie buddy.

It’s Dark Shadow who proves to be the biggest (and loudest) baby.

When barely lit twin hands reach through the slats on the stairs, it’s Dark Shadow who dives into the bowl of popcorn and makes it rain kernels. When the fog rolls in during the hypnotic forest chase, he’s the one who steals a blanket and cowers. Every flash of lightning has him squawking around like a poorly-behaved parakeet instead of a fierce quirk familiar.

Even when he’s not actively fearful, he’s anxious enough to nibble on Mina’s halo of pink hair.

Bakugo has no idea how Tokoyami lives with the damn thing, it seems exhausting.

Despite the chaos, Bakugo remains unfazed. All through the movies, he stays stubbornly indifferent to the scoring and jump scares that are wreaking havoc on his companions’ nerves. He rolls his eyes at the lore building and softly “tschk” whenever a new twist is revealed. Still, that doesn’t mean he’s totally unaffected, and the longer the film runs, the more quietly invested he becomes.

Not that he’s scared. Only babies get scared.

The movie ends, and Bakugo gets all of thirty seconds satisfaction before some stupid thunder ruins it all. It’s just a misunderstanding. Nothing even to do with the movie, of course.

It just so happens that right at the end, when the door slams shut, at that exact moment…

There’s a massive spike of lightning that turns the whole room violet-white, and a near-instant clap of thunder that he feels in his bones. He doesn’t jump...but maybe he levitates a little. Maybe his palms crackle to life on reflex for just a second as his eyes re-adjust to the blackened room.

Mina bursts out laughing.

“Shut up! It was...I was….I was worried! About my electronics! A power surge could have hit.”

“Yeahhhh, okay. Sureeeeeeee.”

“We have tempted the Gods with our hubris, and now they call down their mocking wrath upon us.”

Bakugo clambers to his feet, arms clasped defensively across his chest, fingers and palms flexing with adrenaline that totally doesn’t have anything to do with the stupid movie or the stupid ghost girls or the stupid lurking dark.

“Whatever. I can’t believe you two let this little fairy tale scare you. Next week it’s my turn, and I’ll pick out something truly terrifying. Well, terrifying for you guys, at least.”

Aww, Bakugo just made a play date! And all it took was bribery, rare movies, a rain day, some wounded pride, and a bet.

That night, Bakugo falls asleep with his lights on. Not because he’s scared! He just...forgot to flick the switch, is all.

Yeah, totally.

#bnha fanfiction #bakugo #tokoyami #mina ashido

[robronsecretvalentine]

In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee? In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife? Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure a year in the life? How about love?

For @robert-sugden-trash, from your secret valentine 💕 Robert’s POV. Pure fluff.

( Warnings: alcohol, grief, mentions of vomiting, references to Gordon and Aaron’s self-harm. )

A Year in Dates

New Year’s Eve

It started as a New Year’s resolution for them both.

Aaron had insisted that seeing in the New Year with their families in the Woolpack was perfectly acceptable, despite Robert’s protests that they spend enough time there, and that it was hardly a special way to celebrate their first New Year as proper, official husbands.

Aaron had countered that a posh bar and stiff suits weren’t his idea of a good time.

So they came to a slightly tipsy compromise.

12 monthly date nights for the year ahead. They would take it in turn to plan a date activity they enjoy, and the other would have to join in regardless of how they felt about it.

“It will be fun!” Robert had assured a more sceptical Aaron. “We should be having dates at more than just your mum’s pub.”

“Fine” Aaron had agreed reluctantly. “But I get to go first.”

January

“Aaron!” Robert calls out as he enters the Mill, shrugging off his wet coat and abandoning his sodden shoes by the door. His shoulders are tight with stress and he has a banging headache from a long day at work, but he’s determined to enjoy himself tonight.

It’s the first of their new date nights, and Robert has absolutely no idea what Aaron has planned. He can hear Aaron’s footsteps in the bedroom above, as he tosses his keys onto the coffee table, beside a stack of DVDs and a share packet of popcorn.

“Oh hey, I thought I heard your car.” Aaron calls down from the top of the stairs he’s ambling down. He doesn’t immediately look up, engrossed in something on his phone.

“Uhm Aaron…” Robert begins

“Yeah?” Aaron replies absentmindedly, before looking up at his husband.

“Did you forget about date night?” Robert asks, unable to keep a hint of petulance out of his voice.

“No, why would you say that?”

Instead of answering Robert just gestures vaguely to Aaron’s body, or rather his clothes. Old cosy tracksuit bottoms and a thick, faded jumper.

Aaron slumps down on the sofa, and apparently takes pity on his bewildered husband.

“You said I could choose whatever I wanted to do… and this is what I wanted to do. The weather is awful, and Liv and Gerry are both out, so I thought we could have a cosy night in… just the two of us.”

Aaron scoots along the sofa and pats the cushion beside him, for Robert to join him

“I put some logs on the fire and I was just about to order us a pizza… but if you really want to go out, I could…”

“No. That’s… that actually that sounds perfect.” Robert says, dropping his tired head sideways onto Aaron’s shoulder.

And it really is just what they needed, a night cuddled up under a blanket in front of the fire, gorging on the greasiest pizza they could order.

Even if Aaron does force him to watch the entire Die Hard series from start to finish.

February

Robert is secretly glad that Aaron wanted to organise the first date night, because it means that February is in his control. More specifically, Valentine’s Day.

Whilst he had enjoyed Aaron’s movie night, he couldn’t deny that he would use any opportunity he could to get Aaron into a suit. He’s only human after all.

It was definitely worth it, Robert decides, as he watches Aaron across the table, his face illuminated by flickering candles in the middle of the table. His brow is furrowed adorably as he attempts to decipher the overly-fancy menu, written partially in Spanish. His crisp, sharp blue suit gorgeous on him, even as he tugs slightly at his tie every now and then, irritated by the unusual restriction around his neck.

“Hey.” Robert says softly, reaching his hand across the table to link his fingers with Aaron, preventing him fidgeting with his tie further.

“Stop fussing so much. You look amazing.” Robert tells him, running his thumb over the back of Aaron’s rough knuckles.

“Sorry, this is just…” Aaron trails of, shrugging.

“…out of your comfort zone.” Robert finishes. “Yeah, I know, but wasn’t that the point, to try new things?”

“I just…” Aaron pauses, blows out a harsh breath, his eyes on the dark grain of the polished wood table. Robert waits, knows how important it is for Aaron to articulate his feelings, something both of their therapists are always reminding them.

“I guess it just still feels weird sometimes, even now, that we can do this.” His eyes fall on a young couple arriving at the next table. Robert follows his gaze, and they watch as the well-dressed man with an expensive rolex on his wrist pulls out a chair for his date, a curvy brunette woman in a figure-hugging red dress.

“For the longest time I didn’t think we would ever get to be this, you know? I never thought I would be the person you took out to swanky restaurants on Valentine’s Day.” Aaron says quietly, his eyes still watching the couple as their waiter pops the cork on their champagne. The woman holds her glass between her manicured fingers the same way that Chrissie used to.

Robert lifts Aaron’s hand up off the table and presses his lips against the smooth metal band on his third finger, which successfully yanks Aaron back into their little bubble.

“You are my date, my husband… and I just want you to have the best of everything, you know?” Robert tells him.

“Yeah, I know.” Aaron says, his eyes a bit watery but his smile genuine as he leans back in his chair, his posture a bit more relaxed now.

“In that case, I’ll have the most expensive beer on the menu.”

And the most expensive beer he gets.

March

Robert knew that Aaron was going to make him pay for forcing him into a suit on Valentine’s Day, especially when Aaron started being abnormally secretive about his post as their March date approached, but he couldn’t have foreseen this.

This being an open-air race track in the middle of the Yorkshire countryside. There’s a rumble of engines as people zip around the track in go-karts that almost drowns out the voice of the safety instructor in front of them who is handing out helmets. Aaron is practically bouncing in anticipation beside him already.

“I can’t believe you chose this as your date choice.” Robert mutters as they make their way over to the karts.

“This is all about trying new things together, remember?” Aaron teases, doing a dreadful impression of his husband’s voice, and he can’t argue with that. “What’s the matter, scared you won’t keep up old man?” he adds with a raised eyebrow.

“Right, you’re on now!” Robert retorts, jamming on his helmet and climbing in, determined to beat his husband now.

And he decides that if he does lose, he can always blame it on getting slightly distracted by the sight of Aaron bending over in his racing overalls to inspect the mechanics before he climbs into the kart beside him.

April

“So this is where you disappear to on your lunch breaks, eh?” Aaron asks as he picks up his mug, blowing slightly across the surface of the hot tea, before taking a tentative sip.

“When I’m already in town for meetings and stuff, yeah. What do you think?” Robert asks, curious.

He watches Aaron glance around the vintage looking coffee shop they’re in, taking in the artfully distressed furniture, the baristas with their man-buns, and the little area at the back of the shop selling vinyl records.

“It’s all a bit… hipster. But they do make a decent brew.” Aaron concedes, taking another sip.

“It’s always really quiet and laid-back in here, that’s why I like coming in between meetings.” Robert explains, and Aaron nods.

“What you got there?” he asks, nodding his head toward the paper bag that Robert had been carrying when he returned with their drinks.

Robert puts his coffee down to retrieve the bag, pulling a battered looking vinyl record from inside.

“I know you like your dodgy pop music, but I didn’t realise you were such an Abba fan?” Aaron teases.

“It was Mum’s favourite.” Robert replies, not quite able to keep the emotion from his voice when he says it. He waves off Aaron’s attempt to apologise.

“I guess I’ve just been thinking about her a lot lately… it was her birthday last week you know?”

“No, I didn’t.” Aaron says quietly, reaching over the rickety table to squeeze Robert’s knee comfortingly. “You should have said something.”

Robert just shrugs, not entirely sure why he didn’t if he’s being honest with himself. They’re both quiet for a long moment before Aaron speaks.

“Why don’t we grab her some flowers from that shop down the road, we could drop them off at the graveyard on the way home, brighten it up a bit… if you want?”

Robert feels the lump rising in his throat as it all becomes too much - the quaint coffee shop, the memory of bright flowers in a vase, and the Abba record. They all remind him so much of Sarah that it’s almost like he can feel her presence beside them.

In the end he just nods, grateful that Aaron understands.

May

“The cinema?”

“No.”

“A restaurant?”

“Nope.”

“Come on, just tell me where we’re going.”

“No point.”

“Why not?” Robert whines, his patience running out now. Aaron had been very tight-lipped about where they were going ever since they had gotten in the car. For the first half an hour Robert had been content just to sit in the passenger seat, his shirt sleeves rolled up and the summer breeze through the window ruffling his blonde hair as Aaron drives round a series of country roads, and areas of woodland.

“Because we’re here.” Aaron replies, pulling the car to the side of the road and bringing it to a stop.

“In the middle of nowhere?” Robert asks, as Aaron unclicks his seat-belt and gets out, turning back to Robert and ducking back down to reply.

“There’s a pint at the end.” He teases, which successfully gets Robert out of the car at least.

Aaron’s plan is a walk through the woodland, which Robert surprises himself by enjoying. As they walk hand-in-hand, Aaron explains that it’s one of the places he used to come to run when he needed to get further away from the village. Robert knows without Aaron saying it that he’s talking about when Gordon was around, and he couldn’t feel more glad or proud, watching Aaron amble through the place he used to push himself to the brink, relaxed and happy and at peace with himself in a way he never has been before.

Aaron was telling the truth about the pint, it turned out. The woodland path ended at a river side pub, the rickety picnic benches on the grass the perfect spot for a cold drink before they wandered back to the car.

June

The heat is searing overhead, the suns rays already causing the back of Robert’s neck to prickle with the beginnings of a pink burn, matching the little splotch of red on Aaron’s nose beneath his ray-bans.

They’ve already gorged themselves on the picnic they brought with them to the cricket field and are both on their second chilled beers as they lounge on the picnic blanket. Liv and Gerry have somehow managed to invite themselves on what was supposed to be a private picnic, the two of them yelling and cackling as they run around near the trees with a football, but both Robert and Aaron are too relaxed to care

“This was a good idea.” Aaron says as he props himself up on his elbows, his bare abs flexing as he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair.

Robert turns the corner on the page of the book he’s reading, before closing it and wriggling his legs where they cross under Aaron’s.

“You’re not complaining about one of my date ideas? You feeling ok?” Robert teases, not able to resist shuffling up the blanket so that he can lean down and peck Aaron on the lips.

“Shut up.” Aaron mumbles against his lips when he leans back in for a second kiss.

Robert isn’t sure how long they sit exchanging soft kisses, the heat too much for either of them to do much else. But they both feel it when they get an abrupt distraction, in the form of two buckets of freezing cold water being dumped over their heads, a shock against their sun-warm skin.

Robert and Aaron don’t need to look far to find the culprits, as Liv and Gerry sprint for the trees, two empty ice buckets in hand.

As Robert reaches for his discarded t-shirt to dry his wet face, Aaron is already reaching into their picnic basket, and pulling out a large, litre bottle of water and tearing off in pursuit of their attackers.

Robert decides he’s rather just sit back and watch them all chase each other instead.

July

Robert makes it to July before he seriously starts regretting his stupid date idea.

He’s attempting to fight his way through a crowd of sweaty, smelly people, who are all bogged down in ankle-deep mud in the dark, in a pair of wellies that he ordinarily wouldn’t be seen dead in.

All because Aaron decided that for their July date, he’s going to drag Robert to a music festival, of all things.

It wouldn’t be as bad, if it weren’t for the fact that Aaron was loving every second of it, tugging Robert forwards by his hand as they dodge flailing elbows and stray plastic cups full of beer that fly through the air periodically. According to Aaron, it wasn’t enough to stand back and watch from a safe distance, you had to get near the front to get the real ‘festival experience’.

Robert has to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying that he would rather have the ‘watching the highlights on tv’ experience from the comfort of their living room. After all, he only had himself to blame for letting Aaron plan half of their dates.

Robert almost runs into the back of Aaron when his husband decides that they have apparently reached an adequate spot, between an extremely drunk-looking hen party and two people with their tongues down each other’s throats.

He’s tired, drenched, and he can feel a headache building from the alcohol he’d drunk earlier in the day. But the look on Aaron’s face when the band come onstage, his broad grin, and the reflection of the purple strobe lights in his eyes, makes it all worth it. He even feels charitable enough to give Aaron a piggy-back so that he can record his favourite song on his phone over the heads of people in front of them.

And the dirty smile on his face when he leans over to shout into Robert’s ear about how he’s going to make it worth his while once they get back to the tent?

Well, maybe festivals aren’t all bad.

August

“I’m just saying, I’ve seen better drawings in Kyle’s school bag.”

“Aaron!” Robert hisses.

“It’s true, I mean – what the hell is that supposed to be, a blob?” Aaron asks, gesturing to the expensive piece of modern art hanging from the wall.

Robert has to resist the urge to facepalm, as he mentally gives up on trying to educate his husband on the values of a sophisticated art gallery.

“Why don’t we go get some ice cream from that place over the road.” He suggests, trying to ignore the scowls the gallery attendant is throwing their way for talking too loudly.

The weekend city break had been Robert’s pick, but even he knew that the art gallery had been pushing it. Aaron managed about half an hour in confused silence, before he couldn’t hold back on his own special brand of art critique.

The ice cream shop is more of a success. They settle at a small table out front, the air muggy even with the sun hiding behind the clouds, and Aaron makes friends with the owner’s old dog, a scruffy mongrel that wanders around the guests, begging for ice cream. Robert tries not to cringe as Aaron shares half of his vanilla ice cream with the dog and tries to convince Robert that they should get one of their own.

One thing they do agree on is the hotel though. Aaron had happily overlooked the obvious expense of the place the second that Robert informed him that it had a rooftop bar. The view across the city as night falls is stunning that evening, the two of them leaning on the ledge with glasses of vodka and coke in hand. Free from responsibilities for a short time they both get pretty drunk that night, stumbling and giggling back to their room in the early hours of the morning, before collapsing on the bed and falling asleep not long after.

But neither of them minded. After all they had a late check-out, breakfast from room service, and a very large bed to make use of when morning arrived.

September

At times like this, it’s easy for Robert to imagine Aaron as a child. He’s got his hood up and his jeans rolled up to his knees as he splashes in the shallow water on the beach, tossing balls up onto the beach for Poppy, their new puppy, to chase. Robert isn’t sure whose enthusiasm is more infectious.

The sun is out, but the weather has started to turn slightly autumnal, a fierce wind whipping in with the tide.

It’s the first time Robert has visited this particular beach, although he’s heard Aaron and Chas talk about it many times before, knows it’s an important place for his husband and is quietly grateful that Aaron is willing to share that with him.

He perches on a rock, sifting through the gravelly sand at his feet until Aaron returns, along with the dog, who bounds up onto him and sprays him with cold salty water and slobber. Luckily she still has energy to burn, so she dashes off up the beach after a couple of seagulls, leaving her tired owners to sit together on the rock.

The sun is already going down, casting the beach in a deceptively warm-looking glow, as they watch Poppy try, and fail, to catch a bird.

“I found you something.” Robert says. He pulls the little fossil from his pocket and drops it into Aaron’s hand. “For your collection”. He adds.

Aaron’s whole face goes soft at that, like he can’t believe that Robert has remembered something so seemingly small and insignificant.

“Thanks.” He says, sounding a little breathless. He leans over to kiss Robert’s cheek, apparently at a loss for words.

The moment is broken when Aaron spots Poppy attempting to eat a string of seaweed and jumps after her, chasing her down the beach as she refuses to give away her new find.

Robert’s not sure who is more of a child in that moment, his dog or his husband?

October

Sometimes Robert thinks that marriage has done wonders for Aaron’s patience, as he meanders around various bookshops and libraries, trying his best not to look bored as Robert hunts through piles of books and comics at the local literary festival.

“What time did you say that lecture was?” Aaron asks, pulling Robert’s attention from a special hardback edition of a book that he already owns two copies of.

“Not ‘til four.” Robert responds.

“Do you wanna go get a bite to eat after this then? We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Yeah sure, just give me five more minutes.”

Aaron is flicking through his twitter feed on his phone outside by the time Robert exits the shop, with another heavy, bulging bag.

“Where do you fancy eating?” Aaron asks.

“You choose. I’m not hungry.” Robert replies, before turning to face his husband’s concerned expression.

“Are you sure you’re well enough to be out. That stomach bug you’ve had the last few days was really nasty. I still think you should be resting.”

“I’m fine.” Robert reassures him, already walking in the direction of Aaron’s favourite burger place.

Fine turns out to be a bit of an overstatement though, because as soon as Robert enters the restaurant and smells the food, he ends up rushing to the toilet and being violently ill, which effectively puts an end to their date as Aaron insists on taking him home, so he can rest in bed.

Robert is groggy when he awakes hours later, the sun low in the sky through their bedroom window. But he can’t miss the bag on the bed next to him, with a note on it in Aaron’s scruffy handwriting.

Gone to pick Liv up from the airport.

Hope this makes you feel better!

Robert has to rub his eyes to convince himself he’s not imagining the book he pulls from the bag. It’s the latest novel in a series by the author who had been leading the lecture he’d now missed.

And not just any copy, a signed one. There, inside the front cover, in an unfamiliar looping script reads a note:

You have a very dedicated husband.

Hoping you recover soon!

Followed by the author’s signature.

Aaron had not only gone back to the festival, but had stayed for the signing after the lecture, to get Robert a precious signed copy while he slept off his illness.

It takes Robert five minutes of staring at his phone, trying to work out what he wants to say, before he settles for three little words.

I love you.

November

Robert’s not entirely sure why anyone would choose to hold a party in an empty warehouse. The walls are grubby, the neon tubes overly bright, and the pounding bass of the music is amplified by the echoing building.

Aaron had found out about the club night from a Facebook friend, and had decided that after a couple of chilled out dates, they needed something more outgoing. Robert is just happy that it’s not in a muddy field this time.

He’s not quite as happy, however, with the barman who keeps flirting with his oblivious husband over the bar and eyeing up his arse every time he turns back to talk to Robert. So after a couple of drinks, Robert decides to take matters into his own hands and pulls Aaron up in to the crowds to dance.

“What’s the point of coming somewhere like this if you’re not gonna dance?” Robert shouts over the loud beat when Aaron shakes his head.

“I don’t dance!” Aaron shouts back.

“Just stand with me then.” Robert says into Aaron’s ear, pulling his body close. Judging by the affectionate look on Aaron’s face under the lights, he gets the reference.

They both loosen up with more drinks in their systems, so much so that Aaron’s hands start wandering a little as they dance closer. Well, grinding might be a better way of describing it.

And maybe Robert does feel a bit smug when he’s able to throw a cheeky wink at the leering barman when Aaron drags him out of the party and towards an early taxi, both of them eager to get home.

December

The air is frigid as they wander through the maze of stalls and lights that are brightening the dark square. Robert’s breath rises in clouds as he attempts to navigate the buggy between groups of people to get to where Aaron is loitering by the food stand.

“We only had dinner an hour ago! Do you really need to eat again?” He asks as he comes up behind Aaron, who’s guiltily scoffing a hot dog. “Honestly, I leave you alone for 5 minutes…”

“Sorry… you want some?” Aaron offers the remaining half of his food.

“No thanks.” Robert says, but he’s interrupted by Seb lifting his hands up and shouting

“Me! Me!” the little boy calls up to Aaron from his seat in the buggy, which makes the man grin.

“No Seb. You’ve already had sweets, that’s enough for today.” Robert tells him, causing his son’s bottom lip to wobble dangerously.

“Hey hey!” Aaron says, quick to intervene to prevent a full-blown tantrum. “Why don’t we go to that games stall and try and win you a stuffed reindeer eh? What do you reckon?”

Robert mouths thank you as Aaron lifts the little lad up onto his hip.

It takes Aaron nearly forty minutes and all the cash in his wallet to win the giant reindeer toy by throwing tennis balls at a set of cans on the wall, but he does it to see the overjoyed look on Seb’s face. Robert rewards them with hot chocolate before they head back to the car, Seb falling asleep almost as soon as he’s in his car seat, exhausted from their day out.

“We should do this again next year” Aaron says absentmindedly as he settles into the passenger seat.

“The Christmas market?” Robert asks as he pulls the car out of the car park.

“No… well yeah. But I meant the monthly dates things… I’ve actually kinda enjoyed it.” He admits.

“Yeah I’d like that too.”

Warnings: alcohol, grief, mentions of vomiting, references to Gordon and Aaron’s self-harm.

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[a-butterfly-on-his-tummy]

Day Three: Bah Humbug

“Why ya wiggling?” You chuckle as you pull a slippery wet Grace out of the bathtub, wrapping her in her fluffy pink towel as she squirms to break free from your hold. “Let’s getcha dressed.” You leave the washroom, entering the master bedroom where you notice something different on your bed. Laying your baby burrito on the bed, you place a hand on her stomach so she doesn’t roll away.

“You have a very sneaky father.” You smile as you read a note written for you by your husband.

Please join me for a new Christmas tradition.

There are pajamas for both of my favorite girls.

Please put them on and be prepared for a night at the Styles family Cinema.

With love,

H

“Looks like we are having a fun family night in.” You open the towel that is wrapped around your child. Bending over you place your lips against her round tummy, blowing a big raspberry right over her belly button. The funny sensation causes Grace to giggle. You pump some lotion onto your hand, kneading it into Grace’s soft baby skin while she chews on her hand.

“Oh my goodness!” You lift up the red pajamas Harry had set aside for Grace. The soft one piece pjs have the cutest bumflap with a bear on them. You are 100% sure Harry is dressed in the exact same pajamas downstairs. “Your daddy is the biggest dork. But we love him. Don’t we Gracie girl?” Grace smiles at the mention of her favorite man.

Pulling the red outfit over Gracie’s head, you slide her arms into the soft cotton clothing. You button the snaps between her chunky thighs. Now it’s your turn.

“Alright little missy. Don’t do anything mental.” You say after setting her on the floor with her stuffed sheep Bob. Grace immediately puts Bob’s ear into her mouth, gnawing on the soft fuzzy fabric. You strip off your yoga pants and one of Harry’s t-shirts, trading them for your new bum-flap pajamas.

“I love this man.” You giggle as you look at your bum in the full length mirror. Opening the sock drawer in your closet, you pull out a pair of fuzzy socks. Slipping them on your feet, you pad over to Grace to pick up the little bundle of love. “Let’s go find daddy!!” You give your daughter a kiss on her chubby cheek.

You freeze in the middle of the stairs when your nose catches whiff of a smell.

“Did your daddy make popcorn?” You ask your seven month old daughter who has no idea what popcorn is. “Let’s go check it out.” You bounce down the stairs, ready to see if your husband actually made one of your favorite treats.

“There’s my girls!!” Harry exclaims as your come through the doorway into the kitchen. “And look at those pajamas. Someone has good taste.” His smirk makes your heart warm.

“They are pretty cute.” You say. “I think Gracie bug is a fan.” Bouncing her in your arms.

“Did yeh see the bear on the bum. Get it “Bear” Bum.” Harry burst into laughter at his joke. You laugh but not nearly as hard as Harry.

“What is all this?” You look at the counter. Harry has brought in a popcorn maker just like the cinema, along with a plethora of sweets. “You did not! Is that…”

“Pink Ice-Blast. Yes it is!” Harry is extremely proud that you are so surprised.

“I love Ice-Blasts!! And Pear drops? Harry!!! This is amazing.” You run to your husband, giving him a side hug.

“Anything for you my love.” Harry learns down and kisses your lips, slow and sweet. “What do yeh want? Why don’t you and Grace get all cozy and I’ll bring in the sweets?”

“Thank you babe. How about a little of everything?” You say a little shyly. “Oh are those wine gums? I haven’t had those in ages!”

“I’ll bring yeh some of everything. Go get tucked in.” Harry chuckles at your excitement.

You take Grace into the family room, setting into the couch. Placing a bulky cream colored blanket around you and Grace, you prepare for the movie. Your head turns as you see Harry entering the room with a tray full of your favorite sweets, slushies, and a massive bowl of popcorn.

“What’s playing in the Cinema tonight?” You smirk at your husband, who lifts the remote, pointing it at the telly.

“The Muppet Christmas Carol!” Harry says with a content smile.

“Awe Gracie will like that one!” You say, looking down at your daughter who is chewing on her fist.

“Come get daddy, Gracie bug!” Harry makes grabby hands at his daughter. You pass Grace over to her daddy where she immediately cuddles into his side. “Look Gracie, there goes Mr. Scrooge.” Harry points towards the telly at the grumpy old man who is walking down the streets of singing vegetables.

Harry sings throughout the entire film, and you laugh at all the hidden jokes. Grace falls asleep about halfway through the movie but Harry refuses to let you take her upstairs to bed because he is in need of some “bug cuddles.”

The movie ends and the credits scroll across the screen; Harry looks down at his baby girl, tucked into his side, her cheek squished against his stomach.

“I’m gonna put this sleepy bug in her bed.” Harry whispers. “I’ll be back. Don’t move.” He winks as he pulls his little one into his arms to take her upstairs. Less than five minutes have passed, Harry plops down on the couch next to you, pulling you in for a tight cuddle.

“Miracle on 34th Street?” You ask your husband.

“The original?” Harry says into the top of your head, ending his question with a kiss.

“Yes! My favorite.” You say, snuggling into Harry’s embrace. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Happy Christmas, my love.” Harry presses play on the movie, finishing out a wonderful tradition of matching family pajamas and lovely Christmas movies.

A/N: @whoopsharrystyles claims I don’t need a beta but listen, she is such an inspiration. SHE IS MY MUSE. Without her I don’t know where I would be!! So thank you Dawn for everything. Please check out The Adventures of Harry and Grace masterlist and my wattpad page. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, and recommending my stories. It means the world to me!!! Love you all!!! 

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[eggsyunwincankillme]

No One Knows Part 4

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

A/N: This took a lot less time to write then I expected, but I’ve been receiving a lot of good reviews and its made me very happy so thank you to everyone reading this i hope you enjoy this story

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Prologue

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Y/N had woken up literally on top of him, leg over his with her head tucked carefully under his chin. She pulled away slowly to get off him without waking him and she was mostly successful. However when she tried to get off the couch in general, he wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her. His hazel eyes were open when she looked back at him. He smirked at her tiredly.

“There is no way in hell you got enough sleep to be moving around so much,” Eggsy mumbled. She gave him a deadpan look before squirming around to get away from him. He didn’t put up much of a fight though like he used to when they were dating, but that’s probably because they weren’t like that anymore. Her stomach dropped as she realized they had cuddled and he was not single.

“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” she mumbled, sitting up on the couch. Eggsy lifted himself up behind her, looking at her with a crunch expression. He blinked a few times and she knew that he was confused, because he only ever made that face when he was super fucking lost.

“What? Cuddling?” He asked, then scoffed when she nodded. “It’s not like we fucked. We used to cuddle all the fucking time before we even got together.”

“Yeah, but you were single the entire time we were friends,” Y/N shot back, getting up from the couch. He watched her pace, eyebrows raised. He swung his legs off the edge of the couch.

“I don’t see why this is an issue. Tilde isn’t the kind of person everyone seems to think she is,” Eggsy said, trying to calm Y/N down.

“Eggsy, I’m sure you both are super secure in your relationship, but I am not comfortable acting like this. I haven’t been anywhere near a man like this in five years. I can’t just do this with someone who not only has a great relationship, but is also an ex of mine. It just feels so wrong, Eggsy. I can’t do that to Tilde, even if I don’t know her and-” Y/N only stopped when Eggsy had gotten up and put his hand over her mouth.

“Where is all this panic coming from? You never used to do this before,” He said, looking genuinely concerned. He slowly took his hand from her mouth.

“It’s… I haven’t exactly been frolicking through fucking daisies these past few years. It’s been hard!” She defended, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

“It’s going to be fine. You don’t have to worry about my relationship. I just want our friendship back,” Eggsy said, running his hands up and down her arms. “Now let’s get lunch, yeah? I’m fucking starving.”

Y/N followed him into the kitchen and watched as he pulled out some food. He moved about her kitchen with ease, like he knew how to cook. Which was weird because five years ago, he absolutely did not know how to cook. Y/N sat at the table, still worrying, but mesmerized by Eggsy cooking in her kitchen. He seemed to belong there and the thought made her heart race and ache at the same time. After a little while of watching him, he set a plate of omelette in front of her before seating himself with his own plate.

They both ate in relative silence, Eggsy focusing on his food while she picked at it. It’s not that it wasn’t good, it was just that there was so many thoughts running through her head, she wasn’t capable of multitasking. He eventually set down his fork and looked at her.

“You okay? Is it bad?” he asked, biting at his lip. She snapped out of her thoughts to look at him.

“What? Oh. No, it’s delicious. Last I remember, you didn’t know how to cook at all,” she teased gently. He laughed, relaxing when he saw her smile.

“You pick up a few new hobbies when you live alone,” He replied, crossing his arms.

“Right, right. Because your girlfriend is in Sweden,” She nodded, dropping her gaze to the egg in front of her. She brought the fork to her lips and hummed in appreciation.

“I got good yeah?” he smirked, leaning toward her. Y/N looked at him.

“It’s very good. I never would have pegged you for a domestic man,” she said, eating what was left of the omelette before getting up and grabbing his dish as well. She set them in the sink to wash later. When she turned around, she saw Eggsy had moved to look at the pictures on the wall. She blinked before going over to him to look at them with him. His hazel eyes traveled over each picture before stopping on the one of her in the hospital bed, exhausted and crying, holding a sleeping Bean who had just come into the world. Eggsy looked at her, something she hadn’t ever seen in him flashing across his face.

“Were you alone when you gave birth to him?” he asked, looking back at the picture.

“Yeah…” she thought carefully about how to phrase the rest of this without him catching on. “His father didn’t stick around through the pregnancy.”

“And you still let the dickhead name him?” Eggsy asked, appalled. Y/N shook her head, amazed he was being so dense.

“It’s not like I had anything in mind when he was born. Bean is perfectly happy with his name,” she said, a pout forming on her lips. It didn’t help that Eggsy was looking at her like she had lost her head.

“Are you taking a fucking piss?” he asked and she swatted at his arm.

“Don’t act like you aren’t honored to share a name with the cutest little boy you’ve ever met?” she laughed. Eggsy seemed to concede to that.

“Yeah, little guy is fucking cute. Makes Gary seem like less of a bad name,” he said, looking back at the picture. “You look so happy.”

“I was happy. He was so little and had so much hair,” she said, looking at the picture as well.

“Do you miss the bloke who knocked you up?” he asked after a few minutes of silence. Y/N let her gaze fall a bit, tears welling in her eyes as she thought about Eggsy and how much she missed him and how much she wished he hadn’t left. But she also thought maybe some things were better left to fate.

“I do. He was… god, Eggsy, I loved him so much. How could he just leave me? What did I do wrong?” Her voice cracked and the tears she tried so desperately to hold back came falling down her face. Strong arms wrapped around her, catching her from falling to her knees as she put her hand over her mouth to choke back the sobs that were going to rip through her. It hurt more knowing that the man she was talking about was the one also holding her, sitting her down in his lap as he sat in the chair at the table.

“Nothing, love. You didn’t do shit wrong. He’s a fucking idiot to have left you,” Eggsy comforted softly. It only seemed to make her cry harder, the irony of the situation not lost through the wreck of emotions tearing through her.

“Why wasn’t I good enough?” she cried, even though Eggsy had her face pressed into his collarbone. He rubbed her back soothingly.

“Nothing, Y/N/N. You’re fucking perfect. Just because some dickhead can’t see it, doesn’t mean no one will,” He said. She continued to cry with him telling her how amazing she was and basically insulting himself without knowing it until she eventually calmed down. It must have been an hour, with her in his lap and her tears soaking his shirt. She pulled away to look at him, her eyes red and puffy. She took a few shaky breaths before she got off him and moved to her room. Eggsy got up to follow her, concerned.

“What are you doing?” she asked, when she saw him enter her room. He looked at her confused.

“What are you doing?” he asked back. She gestured to her dresser.

“You said we could catch a movie…” she explained.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah we can do that. Get dressed, I’ll be in the living room,” he said, exiting the room and closing the door behind him. She quickly showered, changed and put on some light makeup. Y/N quickly put on some sneakers before going out to the living room. Eggsy stood there in jeans, a jacket and a t-shirt. The hat on his head was black and grey. She stared at him.

“You look so different when you’re in your suit. Did you know it took me a few minutes to recognize you?” she asked, looking up into his hazel eyes. He smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Damn, Y/N. You can just say that I was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen,” he teased, leaning forward while wiggling his eyebrows. Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed at his chest.

“Just because we’re suddenly friends again doesn’t mean you can be an ass,” She said, moving towards the door. She grabbed her purse and her house keys before leaving the house, Eggsy following close behind.

“Suddenly?” he asked, feigning offense. “I thought we were friends for years!”

“You went missing, remember?” She laughed, locking the front door before walking down the stairs. He shrugged, clearly pleased with himself. He drove them to the cinema, talking her ear off about everything the past few weeks. Anything that he was allowed to say anyway. He just said that his job had taken him to Russia.Y/N listened to him up until the movie was about to start and she shoved popcorn into his mouth to get him to stop talking. He choked a bit before chewing. He gulped down some of his soda before paying complete attention to the movie they picked. It was a superhero movie, one of Eggsy’s favorites. He watched Spider-man fly across the screen excitedly. Y/N was sure this movie was going to to be his favorite now.

When the movie ended, they stayed for the after credits, waiting for the hidden scene to play. While the credits rolled, they discussed the movie excitedly as quietly as they could. After everything was done with, they made their way to the bathrooms, throwing away their trash in the process. Y/N exited the women's toilets to find him waiting for her. He looked up at her before they walked out of the cinema together.

“This was fun,” Y/N said, getting into the car. Eggsy nodded in agreement, looking at his phone. “Eggsy?”

“Yeah?” he asked, looking up.

“You okay?” she asked, looking at him concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Tilde just messaged me. She’s going to be visiting next week,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. Y/N felt her heart start to race.

“Oh. That’s great,” she said, feigning excitement.

“I can’t wait for her to meet you. She’s great,” Eggsy said, grin on his face as he started his car.

He drove her home and since she had a few more hours until Bean got out of school, she decided to wait until his car was out of sight before she left for the store. Her heart was sinking at the thought of meeting Tilde, but Eggsy seemed excited about it. She could tough it out right? Yeah, she could do this. She went five years without him in her life, raising their son on her own. She could meet his girlfriend. Still though, she couldn’t help, but feel like maybe meeting Tilde wouldn’t go well.

~*~*~*

Bean was excited to be home, she could tell. He had a rough day at school, the boys that teased him actually giving him a black eye this time. She had demanded the dean of the school to do something or she would switch him to their rivals.

Bean immediately ran into his room, tears in his big eyes and his poor little face terrified. Y/N sighed, wandering to his room after sending a text to Roxy. The response was quick and affirmative, though a part of you hoped she wouldn’t tell Eggsy. She knocked gently before entering the room slowly. Her son had hidden himself under his covers, but she could hear him sniffling. She sat down on the floor by his bed, resting her head on the bed behind her.

“Baby?”

“No!” Bean shouted, little voice cracking from his crying. She stayed quiet for a few minutes, giving him the chance to calm down. When he didn’t, she started telling the story of how she met his dad. Slowly he peeked his head out from his hiding spot before crawling over to her. She stopped to look at his small face, the bruised eye, the tears still drying on his cheeks and her heart broke. Her baby was going through so much. How could she let the bullying continue?

“Then what happened, mum?” he asked. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her lap. He had never heard this story before.

“He beat up the boys that were being mean to me. He told them that if they even looked at me, he’d find them and beat them up so more,” she said, finishing the story. He looked up at her with wide eyes.

“How come he’s not with us?” he asked. She pursed her lips.

“Well… I like to think he’d want to be if he could,” she said, brushing her son’s hair from his face.

“So… daddy can’t be with us? Why?” Bean asked, leaning his head on her shoulder.

“I wish I knew, baby.” She lifted him up with her when she heard the doorbell, carrying him on her hip. She pulled the door open to see Roxy holding the cake she had asked her to bring and Eggsy, who was looking very angry and very concerned at the same time. Both their eyes dropped to Bean in her arms, who was sporting the nasty black eye before Eggsy’s face contorted in anger. Roxy gently elbowed him and Y/N let them both in, letting Eggsy take her son from her. Bean didn’t seem to mind as Eggsy was warmer.

“What happened?” Roxy asked as she set the cake down on the table.

“He’s been being bullied at school and the school still has done nothing about it,” Y/N answered, truly annoyed. Roxy contemplated this, glancing at Eggsy who was standing in the kitchen doorway with Bean on his hip.

“I’ve got to make a call,” Eggsy said seriously, handing Bean back to his mother. She pointed to the cake Roxy brought.

“Look what they got you. Your favorite flavor.” Bean reached for it and his mother shook her head. “After dinner, baby. I’m making your favorite.”

“Okay, mummy.” With that, he slide off the seat to hug Roxy, who then started to tell him everything he needed to know about self defense. Y/N watched them before she started on making dinner. Eggsy came back into the kitchen, face grave.

“Those kids won’t be bothering you anymore, Bean. They won’t be continuing their schooling there.” Bean looked up at Eggsy with wide eyes before going up to his mum. He tugged on her hand until she stopped looking at Eggsy to look at him.

“Mum, can Eggsy be my dad?” he asked, startling his mother that she almost dropped the spoon she was using. Roxy made a face while Eggsy looked fucking ecstatic. Oh the fucking irony!

“Um…” Y/N said, not looking at Eggsy at all. “I mean… if you want, you can call him dad, baby, if he’s okay with it.”

“Yes!” Both Eggsy and Bean seemed to shout at the same time. They looked at each other with the exact same grin and Y/N wanted to die. She wanted what was happening right now to stop.

“But, mum, you and him have to love each other right?” her son asked, turning back to her. Y/N bit her lip.

“Well, I do love him, Bean. Just… not like that. He loves someone else like that,” Y/N explained, still not looking at Eggsy, who may or may not have looked a little hurt. Roxy crossed her arms, looking vaguely displeased with this situation.

“Okay, mummy.” With that, Bean turned away from her and ran over to Eggsy, who caught him and went into the living room. Y/N sighed, glad they were both out of sight.

“That was awkward,” Roxy laughed softly. Y/N looked at her before laughing too, nodding.

“So awkward,” she agreed, turning back to dinner.

“You ever gonna tell him?” Roxy asked, getting closer to her so she could talk more quietly.

“Maybe some day. But not now. He’s happy with Tilde,” the young mother said.

“Alright. But just know, that when you tell him, Tilde might not be happy or understanding,” Roxy warned. Y/N waved her off. Honestly, what was the worst that could happen?

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[pebble-xo]

Date Night [REQUEST]

Dressed in a pair of pale pink tailored trousers and a white blouse with black detailing, you checked yourself over in the large mirror in your lounge, leaning closer to make sure your hair and makeup were perfect. It was supposed to be date night in your house this evening, but your silly boyfriend completely forgot and agreed to attend a fashion show on the same day. His attempt to make it up to you was by bringing you along.

You and Sehun tried to live your lives as normal as possible, visiting cinemas and restaurants and theme parks like any other couple would do. It was hard to do with both of you doing so well in your careers and creating a lot of public attention. However, you always felt inexplicably safe with Sehun and you knew the minute things started to get too much for you, he’d take you away in an instance.

So instead of spending your evening cuddled up next your boyfriend on the sofa with some popcorn and a movie, you were being the supportive girlfriend and going to a fashion show … if Sehun ever finished getting ready and came downstairs.

Standing back from the mirror, you checked your phone on the coffee table for the time. “Babe, are you ready? The car is going to be here any minute,” you called out in the direction of the stairs, hearing movement above you. That boy was never on time for anything.

“I can’t choose a watch,” he shouted back, a hint of whining in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, slipping a pair of silver earrings in that Sehun had bought you for Christmas. “What about the dark green watch one of your fans gave you?” you asked loudly, just as your assistant popped her head around the corner with a pair of black and white heels for you.

“The car is here,” she told you in her quiet voice, passing you the shoes.

“We’ll be ready in just a moment,” you replied, leaning against the wall for balance. Sliding your feet into the heels, you buckled them tightly around your ankles and stood up straight, adjusting to your new height. “Come on Sehun!” you cried out exasperatedly, hooking your bag on your shoulder and slipping your phone into the front pocket.

You were just about to go and drag your boyfriend down yourself when you heard footsteps eagerly clamouring down the stairs. “Would you quit shouting babe? I’m ready,” he exclaimed, coming round the corner looking effortlessly handsome. Although to be honest, he could wear a sack and still look like a real life Greek god.

“It’s about time,” you muttered, taking one last peek at yourself in the mirror.

Sehun walked to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your temple. “You’re looking exceptionally beautiful this evening,” he murmured, his lips grazing your ears while his hot breath tickled your skin.

Turning in his arms, you placed your hands on the back of his neck and beamed up at him. “You scrub up pretty well yourself,” you replied, dotting a little kiss on the corner of his lips. “But we need to go before we are incredibly late.”

He brushed a little strand of hair back off your face and then slipped his hand down so he could wrap it around your fingers. “Let’s not keep people waiting,” he answered with a little smirk pulling up the corners of his lips. Then tugging you along by his side, he followed your assistant out of your house and into the black car with tinted windows parked outside.

While the car drove you to the event, you curled up against Sehun in the backseat, your head resting on his broad shoulder while you played with his hand in both of yours. As the city lights whizzed past the car windows, you gently listened to him talk about his day, explaining how he and Jongin were choreographing a performance together. You loved to hear him talk about something he was passionate about, the enthusiasm for doing something he loved shining through in his voice. It made him all the more attractive in your eyes.

After a while, the car started to slow as it joined a steady queue of black cars, all with tinted windows like yours. In the near distance, you could spot the blinding flashes of the cameras of the press, along with hearing the shrill hum of fans who had gathered around the event. You sat up in your seat and smoothed your outfit down, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Do you want me to stand back while you do press?” you asked, reaching over to fix his hair.

“Why would I want that?” he retorted with a frown, taking your hand out of his hair and bringing it to his lips so he could plant a soft kiss on your fingers. “I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend and make everyone jealous,” he added, making your cheeks blush brightly.

“I think you’ll be the one breaking hearts tonight,” you replied, letting your hand slip from his grip into his lap. Your eyes ran themselves up and down his body, unconsciously smiling at the muscles you knew were hidden under the designer clothes. A thrilling shiver ran through you at the thought of going home with him tonight, all the ways he was going to make it up to you for spoiling date night.

Sehun leaned forward, fixing his leather bomber jacket. “We’re up next,” he murmured, his dark eyes looking out of the windscreen as the mountain of photographers came into view. There was only one car in front and someone was already climbing out, initiating a huge flurry in activity from both the press and the fans.

You felt a flutter of panic in your stomach, “Do I look ok?” you asked quickly, checking your reflection in the tint of the window.

When you looked back over at Sehun, he was smiling a little bashfully. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, leaning across to capture your lips in his own. The kiss was short but sweet, evaporating the worry in body and filling it up with a warm feeling.

Leaning back, you giggled a little, swiftly brushing your thumb across his bottom lip to try and get rid of the lipstick mark you’d created. “Perfect,” you mumbled, cupping his cheek in a gentle caress before letting your hand fall off his jaw.

Your car slowly moved in line with the red carpet and your driver got out, moving around to your door. Flashing a little smile to Sehun, you rubbed your lips together to even out your lipstick and tapped on the window, signalling for the driver to open the door. As soon as the car door was opened, a thousand cameras sounded off as they all aimed their lenses at you. For a moment, you were frozen like a deer in headlights.

And then Sehun came up beside you and wrapped a gentle hand around your waist. Just having him there beside you was enough to get you moving, stepping away from him momentarily so you could link your arm with his. “Let’s go,” he whispered in your ear, leading you like a perfect gentleman up the red carpet.

This wasn’t your first public appearance but you didn’t think you’d ever get used to the blinding flashes of cameras or the piercing screams of fans calling out your name and your boyfriend’s - and the screams were exceptionally loud, something that came with the territory of dating EXO’s Sehun. As you walked up the carpet to the photospot, you smiled and waved in the direction of the cameras like a professional. Once you reached the little cross in the middle, you angled yourself towards the cameras and posed, making sure to angle your bag into view as it had been a gift for the event. People were calling out your names in all directions so you tried to scan the faceless sea of cameras, hoping to catch them all. Like seasoned professionals, you and Sehun turned to the left and right, giving small variations to your poses like a little wave or a tilt of your head.

Then an attendant of the event came to escort you into the venue. Giving one last wave to everyone, the pair of you gave a little bow and then headed into the venue where there was a significant reduction in cameras. “I can’t see,” you joked with a light laugh to Sehun, who was blinking past the little spots in his vision just like you were.

A glass of champagne was offered to you both when you walked into the little reception area, which you both declined. As much as you were calling this date night, it was technically still work. Instead, you slowly made your way around the room of celebrities, catching up with the few you knew and taking pictures with many you didn’t. It was all for publicity, but you were a little glad when they announced the show would be starting and it was time to make your way to your seats.

An attendant showed you to your name plaques on the front row, handing you a programme about the inspirations behind the collection you were about to see. “I like the colours they’ve gone for this season,” you murmured softly to Sehun while he perused his own programme. “I saw similar styles in Paris.”

“Maybe I’ll get some inspiration for your birthday present,” he answered back, not looking at you, merely leaning in your direction. “Let me know if you see anything you like.”

You were about to argue and tell him not to spend so much on you but a camera crew suddenly arrived in front of you both and asked if you could say a few encouraging words in celebration of the new collection.

Flicking your hair so it framed your face, you moved closer to Sehun and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder while his own wrapped itself around your waist. Together you introduced yourselves and then you let Sehun take the lead. When he looked over to you with his dazzling smile, you added a little about how you were looking forward to the new collection before saying goodbye and waving until the camera dropped off your faces.

A few more guests joined you, the girl next to you being a junior at your agency. Photographers immediately swarmed to take pictures which you happily smiled for. However, you were quietly happy when the lights dimmed and the show began.

As the first model walked around in a beautiful patterned dress, you rummaged around your bag for your phone, opening up the camera to take a few shots. It was a gorgeous dress and you could definitely see yourself wearing it at an event, although not with the shoes they had gone for.

Beside you, Sehun leaned closer to your ear. “Do you remember when we first saw each other? And you were the first one walking out in the show?” he whispered, covering his mouth with his hand so nobody could read his lips. His hand then slipped into your lap, finding yours and intertwining your fingers together.

You smiled at the memory, resting your head on his shoulder. It had been your first time as a runway model and your nerves had been eating you up all day … until you walked out and your eyes immediately met Sehun’s. The rest of the room seemed to just fade away into darkness. All you could see was him.

Lifting your head up, you pressed your lips to his ear and covered yourself with your phone. “I remember you almost drooling into your lap as I walked past you,” you teased, brushing your thumb across his knuckles in your lap.

“I wanted to stop the show right there and ask for your number,” he recalled playfully, his thumb between your hands during soft circles on your hand.

The memories of meeting Sehun left you with a smile on your lips. Ever since that show, your life had been filled with so much happiness, all thanks to him. “I’m proud of you for waiting until the end of the show,” you noted in his ear, resting your head on his shoulder again as you pulled your attention back onto the parading models.

In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but replay that first meeting over and over again. After your two years together, he still managed to give you the same butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling.

Quietly you watched the show, commenting on different designs to Sehun and taking pictures of your favourites in the collection. As fashion shows go, it was very good. There were definitely a few outfits you fell a little bit in love with.

After all the models had walked one last time and the designers had taken their final bow, the lights were lifted. However it wasn’t over yet. There were still a few more interviews to go. Back in the reception area, you stayed at Sehun’s side, posing for more photographs and commenting on the collection when you were asked.

You were silently glad when Sehun asked an attendant to have his car pull up at the front.

There were fewer press outside but still a lot of fans. Both you and Sehun waved happily to them, telling them to go and eat something yummy. Your car then pulled up and your boyfriend held the door open for you to climb in first, sliding in beside you. Belting yourselves in, you leaned back against the backseat and let the car take you home.

“I’m sorry date night turned into work night,” Sehun apologised in his low voice, gripping your legs and lifting them onto his lap which moved you closer against his side, “It can’t have been fun for you.” His fingers reached up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, lingering on your cheek,

Loving the warmth of his touch, you leaned into his hold and looked up to meet his adoring eyes. “The night isn’t over yet,” you hinted at, flashing him a cheeky smirk that made his eyebrows rise.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, sliding across the seat in case it was rude enough to only be said in private.

You moved your hand up to his face, pushing your fingers through his hair before gliding your touch down his jawline. “I was thinking pizza,” you replied with a little giggle.

His lips curled up into a smirk to mirror yours. “I like the way you think,” he murmured, closing the gap between you and capturing your lips in a fierce but soft kiss that had you seeing stars and gasping for air.

And that how pictures of you and Sehun eating pizza at midnight made headline news the next day.

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[kittae]

100 WAYS TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” | 64 + 89

Pairing: Mark x reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Word Count: 1579

100 ways to say “i love you” ➞ 64. “It’s two sugars, right?” + 89. “I noticed.”

A/N: Wow this did not go as planned lol brain wyd

It was quiet in the coffee shop at this hour of the day. Most people grabbed their early morning juice before going to work, or sat down for an espresso or a cappuccino after a long day to catch up with friends, colleagues, family…

You, on the other hand, sat yourself at the table in a corner when noon had passed for two hours already, hiding from people that weren’t even there. The only other customer in the shop was a man of old age, clearly already retired and having no other obligations than reading the newspaper while sipping on his americano in the middle of the day.

You had taken the day off to meet up with your boyfriend for a fun date day. You were supposed to go to the movies, go for ice cream after and maybe even visit a museum hosting an exhibition you really wanted to see. That didn’t go quite as expected, unsurprisingly so. Your boyfriend made it a habit to show up late. You didn’t live together yet, even though you’ve been dating for long enough. He wasn’t ready, he’d said. And so, you found yourself waiting for him at the entrance of the cinema, hoping he wouldn’t stand you up again because he couldn’t get out of bed or he ‘forgot’ he’d already promised a friend to hang out with him. Though, you could’ve forgiven him if it was just the usual lack of punctuality.

After over an hour of sitting on the stairs in front of the theater, Mr. Punctual himself decided to show up after all. You were quite annoyed, but decided to let it go so you could have a nice date, especially because they were becoming more and more rare these days. You didn’t want to ruin the mood.

What you didn’t anticipate, however, was the way he was constantly smiling at his phone while you were waiting in line to pay for your popcorn. When you asked what was so funny, he just simply answered with ‘memes’, and didn’t spare a glance your way. You weren’t an idiot. You knew what memes looked like, and they didn’t come in the form of continuous text messages. When he went to the bathroom during a short break in between the movie you were watching, you couldn’t help but fish his phone from the pocket of his jacket, your finger anxiously sliding over the pattern that was required to get access to denial or confirmation of your suspicions.

When you opened the inbox bearing the messages that made the ground disappear from underneath your feet, the flirty texts of a certain ‘Ella’ whose contact name was surrounded by a series of emojis insinuating the kind of relationship your boyfriend and this girl unknown to you shared, you could only think of how badly you wanted to get out of there, as far away from the person that broke your heart in more ways than one, before he came back from his bathroom break.

You’d always known, to be quite fair, that he wasn’t to be trusted. That he wasn’t deserving of your love and affection since returning even 10% of what you gave seemed to be a herculean task for him. But as long as you could lie to yourself that wasn’t true, you did. Though, today’s events brought an end to that. It didn’t come as a shock, and it was like you’d been expecting this, but you couldn’t keep your heart from stinging just a little bit at the realization that it was now, effectively, all over.

You watched your phone blow up with texts of the man that had no clue why you’d suddenly disappeared from the theater, the screen constantly lighting up with bars saying ‘Jinyoung’ and a series of words you didn’t bother to read. You ignored them time and time again, until you saw a picture of his handsome face replacing the text bars, your phone vibrating every other second when you were given the option to take or decline the call.

“Neither,” you thought as your heart took a leap in panic, and you decided to switch off the device altogether.

A sigh subconsciously escaped from your lips, the air leaving your lungs in a trembling breath before you noticed the tall figure approaching from the corners of your eyes.

“Can i get you anything?” a gentle voice broke through your train of thoughts and made you snap your eyes towards the sound in return.

A bit lost for words, you tried to recollect your thoughts until you felt like you could form a proper sentence again, though it took longer than expected when your eyes fell onto the source of the softly spoken question.

You drank in the sight of rolled up sleeves, exposing a pair of forearms that lead to two hands loosely gripping the edge of the table at which you were sitting. Your gaze traveled upward until two eyes met yours. Wide, black pupils and warm irises the colour of the coffee he served, framed by small crescents in thin skin when his rosy lips curled up in a shy smile.

“C-cappuccino, please,” taken aback, you stumbled over your own words in surprise, even though you knew this face pretty well.

You’ve always thought the barista of the coffee shop on the corner of the street was handsome. Quite a vision, actually. You never saw him without his crisp apron, and the sleeves of his shirt were always rolled up like this. You wondered why you’d remembered such details about someone you thought you’d never paid much attention to.

“It’s two sugars, right?” He asked, the smile on his lips only widening a little bit at the sight of your flushed cheeks and your gaze dropping down when the heat of his eyes started to become too hot.

“How did you know?” You found yourself answering his question with one of your own, despite the inexplicable embarrassment you were suddenly feeling to start creeping up on you. Was it your emotional vulnerability that made you feel this way? Did you have trouble looking him in the eyes because the wound of your recent humiliation and betrayal was still so fresh? Or was it the way you noticed how his eyes lit up when you spoke that caused you to look away before strange thoughts could get a chance to cloud your mind?

This time it was his turn to turn bashful when his eyes finally averted and one of those forearms with a rolled up sleeve came up so his hand could rub at the back of his neck when he thought of the right response, and if you thought his smile was shy before, you could consider it sheepish right now.

“Well…Let’s just say i’ve been paying attention?” he grimaced, unsure, as a short but nervous giggle tumbled off his lips before taking an experimental peek at your expression to see how his bold, yet timid answer had affected you.

“Oh,” You murmured, not sure what to make of his words, though you felt your own shyness tug at the corners of your lips, “I see.”

You didn’t know why it proved to be so easy to smile even though you just had your heart broken, but you figured it had something to do with how this handsome barista’s slightly pointy canines stuck out a little when he smiled. It reminded you a little of a puppy, and who didn’t smile when they saw puppies, right? Yes, that must be it.

There was a moment of silence where his eyes skimmed every corner of the coffee shop, only to fall right back on yours and repeat the action all over again, while you were strangely enough doing the same thing.

“Do you…need anything else?” he decided to break the tension when you could both feel the atmosphere turning slightly awkward and he didn’t turn around to get your cappuccino with two sugars while your eyes kept meeting without a reason.

Silently wondering why it was so hard to turn your eyes away from him for more than three seconds, you forgot to answer him. You were too busy tracing the curve of his upper lip with your eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks, the collarbone that stuck out of his white shirt-

“Uhm…So, do you need me to get anything else for you, or?” he repeated, the sound of that same shy giggle bringing you back to reality and making you want to crawl under a rock in embarrassment.

“Oh, i’m sorry!” you snapped out of your strange trance, “Just a cappuccino is fine…I got a bit distracted.”

“Why’s that?” he asked, a slight frown in something between curiosity and concern appearing between his brows when he saw the way your face fell at your own words.

“I…Haven’t exactly been having the best of days.”

You shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal, forcing a smile back on your face, but with how one side of his lips contracted in a compassionate curve, you knew that he knew there was more to your story than what you led on.

“I noticed,” he simply answered, knowing it wasn’t his place to investigate your personal problems any further, “That’s why it’s on the house.”

The wink he threw your way took you aback, to say the least, and you never knew a broken heart could pound so hard.

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[mortismacabre]

Tuesday Matinee

The Orchid Theater stood in the center of town. The ornate sign stood like a beacon to the townspeople, offering them an escape from the boring day to day of the humble midwest community of Angel Falls, Indiana. It was a single screen theater, retrofitted from an old dance hall. Of course, that was back in the days before the mine was closed by those crooked clowns at the EPA. But, while most of the town had moved during the buyout, enough stayed to keep the lights on every month. The fact that the only other competition was the Moose Lodge's weekly bingo tournament or the odd poker game didn't hurt either.

Robert Cummings managed to carve out a nice spot for himself in Angel Falls. Despite the town losing farming families at a rate of four a year, he seemed to continue to stay consistent. The locals were having a rough go at keeping livestock. He'd heard of hunting parties going out looking for Coyote's, but never really pried into it. He didn't really feel the need to ask questions since the ticket sales hadn't been impacted. He assumed frustrated farmers needed something to take their mind off dead chickens, enough to offset the hemorrhaging of the population at least. He always joked that he was the only one in town that never had to work.

Sure, he had to make repairs on the theater whenever a kid decided to carve their initials in the seats, and the amount of garbage on a Saturday Night took more than a few trips to the dumpster, but Robert wasn't comfortable calling it work. He loved it. As a child he was enraptured by the allure of the silver screen. The popcorn, the ticket stubs; he had achieved his boyhood dream of a lifetime at the cinema. Perhaps that is why he was so quick to identify with Johnny.

Little Johnny Talbot; shy, quiet. He was your stereotypical nice kid in the podunk town just waiting for his potential to be run down by the forces of mediocrity. For every showing, his eyes were glued to the screen whereas most other kids in town were less interested in the films than they were in necking. Mr. Cummings admired that. Don't misunderstand, he appreciated the other kids' admissions and wasn't a prude by any means. A prime makeout spot was one of the greatest gifts of the cinema. Even still, it always perked him up to see a kid, especially one so young, show interest in classic movies. When Robert started showing some old prints during the Tuesday matinees it began as an excuse to pop on a few of his favorites and enjoy them from the booth. Hell, for the first few weeks, no one even showed up.

Then, about four months ago, Robert was sliding down the shutter to the ticket stand when a tiny hand dropped down two dollars and fifty cents. He raised the slide and peered over the edge to find little Johnny Talbot, backpack strapped over his royal blue jacket. "One please," he said softly. Robert was confused at first.

"Are you sure? You might want to save your money until this weekend. The new Captain Storm movie comes out then," Robert suggested, not wanting to rob a kid of his allowance. Johnny stood there, hand outreached and waiting for his ticket. Robert asked him again to be sure and Johnny calmly nodded. "Well, in that case, follow me," he said handing the boy a ticket and popping a "Will return at.." sign with the arms pointed at 7:00 in the window. He slid the shutter and opened the front door. Johnny followed.

Mr. Cummings put his keys from the ticket booth in his pocket and walked toward through the lobby to the bright red theater doors. He clapped his ankles together and extended his right arm, door swinging wide as he stood with a grin to welcome his first matinee guest in ten years. "Right this - oh," Robert stopped. He looked down and found that Johnny wasn't there, but was instead at the concession stand, a dollar in his left hand. "Oh, I am sorry," Robert chuckled as he made his way to the counter, "what can I get you, my friend?"

"Jujubees," Johnny replied in a quiet friendly voice.

"Alright, one box of Jujubees," smiled Robert, "can I interest you in any popcorn? I will need to make a fresh batch, but I can bring it to you before the trailers are over."

Johnny shook his head, taking his box of candy from the counter. Robert pulled a quarter from the register and placed it in Johnny's hand, motioning him to the door. The boy followed as Robert ushered him to his seat.

Johnny placed his backpack on the seat and climbed on top of it to get a better view. "Enjoy the show," said Robert, turning on his heels and making his way to the projection booth. He prepped the reels, dimmed the lights and chuckled in disbelief as he flicked on the projector. He sat on his stool and rested his arms on the ledge of the booth window as the fanfare of 20th Century Fox echoed off the darkened walls. Robert watched the film, occasionally glancing down to make sure the boy hadn't gotten bored and left. He kept the $2.50 in his shirt pocket in the inevitability that he would have to refund him.

The movie played on and Robert wakes up just in time to see "THE END" fly across the screen as trumpets blaze and credits roll. He raised the lights and walks downstairs, when he reached the lobby he pulls out his keys and walks to open the ticket booth. Behind him the doors opened up and out walked the boy, empty jujubee box clutched in his hand.

"Oh," said Robert, shocked that the child had stayed interested for so long, "I didn't realize you were still here." Johnny placed the candy box in a nearby trashcan and continued towards the exit. Robert blinked some sleep from his eyes, briefly wondering if he hadn't dreamt the child up.

Johnny stopped at the exit, turned and waved. "Thank you," said the boy, the cowlick of his brown hair bouncing on the back of his head as he pushed open the the door and left. Robert just smiled and went to open the ticket booth for the night, fully expecting to never see the young boy again.

He showed up the following week, just like before, and the week after that, and the week after that. Every Tuesday afternoon, right after school, little Johnny Talbot would put his $2.50 on the counter and patiently wait for his ticket. He'd stop at the door to let Mr. Cummings lock the booth and he would climb on top of his backpack, a freshly bought box of Jujubees in hand.

Robert did his best to make the boy feel welcome. He would try to make small talk. "How was school? Are you excited for Christmas? Did you like last week's movie?" he asked, each time met with nothing more than a quiet request for Jujubees and a calm "Thank you" at the end of the film. Once he even tried making a fresh batch of popcorn, going so far as offering a small box to him for free.

"Jujubees," Johnny replied.

Still, while the kid didn't make for fun conversation, Rob enjoyed having him around. If anything it was a way to justify spending the electricity on someone other than himself. More than that, Rob felt like he was the only real friend the Talbot boy probably had. The kid's dad ran off the week he was born, and being the only son to the Lucy Talbot, the common joke being that during his first year that she got more bottles than the boy did.

Lucy was a waitress at Gil's Diner a few blocks down. She had only been in Angel Falls for a few years and had developed a bit of a reputation. Robert always first chalked it up to angry farmers frustrated over their livestock taking it out on a single mother. Funny how being a few years removed from "Reagan's America" had not changed the Indiana prejudice of a kid born out of wedlock.

Robert had little interaction with her at the diner. From what he did remember she always seemed exhausted, sweaty strands of hair sticking to the caked-on makeup that was supposed to hide the various bruises and blackeyes that seemed to plague her. He felt sorry for her. He felt sorry for Johnny. He couldn't imagine what a horrifying household he had to be in. Guys coming in and out of his life, watching his mom run down so much.

That is why Robert had tried to reach out so much. He just wanted to give this kid a safe haven. After all it isn't as though he could call child services. Even if Angel Falls had anyone qualified in that department, he didn't have any proof of abuse. Johnny seemed unscathed. Quiet, sure, but there wasn't a scratch on him. What Johnny needed was a friend, and despite Rob's best intentions to get him to open up, he got nothing out of him beyond "One please," "Jujubees," and a quiet "Thank you."

He had all but given up on reaching out to him until a few weeks ago. It was the first Tuesday after the Fall Daylight Savings Time. The reels had jumped off the peg, when the cap popped off and film spooled to the floor during the opening theater messages.

"Sorry, kiddo, I am afraid I will have to cancel the picture today," he apologized through the tiny window of the projection booth. "Seems like the old girl just isn't in the mood for Bogart right now. I am going to have to make some repairs before tonight's crowd rolls in. I will meet you downstairs and give your a refund." Johnny looked up, dejected. He sighed and hopped off of his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder and meandering to the lobby. Robert, pushed his glasses up his nose and descended the stairs, reaching in his pocket for his money.

Johnny was waiting for him, eyes angled down to the cigarette burned of the wartime dance hall. Mr. Cummings felt horrible, but if he knew the machine like he thought he did, the repairs would take too long to stay on schedule.

"I'm sorry again, buddy. Gilda can be a bit fickle sometimes."

Johnny took the cash but crooked his head up inquisitively, "Gilda?" he pondered.

"Oh, that's right," Rob laughed, "You haven't met the old gal... would you like to meet her?"

Johnny nodded quietly and Rob cracked a smile. He waved the boy up the steps and propped open the door reading "Do Not Enter." Inside was a massive whirring machine. It was painted a sickly aqua-marine and light poured from every loose crack of stainless steel plating. On the side was a door, half the long hinge bending with all its might to free itself of the horrible paint job it had been associated with.

"This, is Gilda," Rob announced, pride in his voice, "She and I have been through quite a bit over the years. But, like every old couple, we sometimes get in arguments." He kept an eye on Johnny as he mused about his machine. The boy was infatuated with it. He approached it calmly and quietly, almost respectfully. Robert had an idea.

"I tell you what: Instead of going home without a movie, how about helping me get Gilda ready for tonight?" Rob offered.

Johnny responded with a faint smile, the first real smile the theater owner could recall seeing, the more he thought about it. "Well alright, let's get to work," Rob said, a warm grin on his face. As he worked to tighten the wheels he had Johnny carefully respool the reel. The two worked in tandem as Rob announced every step he was taking, using it as an opportunity to explain the path of them film as it travels to the lens.

Johnny made for an accomplished student as the repairs were done with time enough to spare to screen a cartoon to test out their handy work. Johnny was mesmerized by the process and would occasionally look away from the projection window to check on Gilda. The cartoon ended Robert had another idea as he showed Johnny how to swap the reels.

"You know, it has been 20 years since I had someone else in this booth. It feels nice to have the company. How would you like to watch movies up here from now on?" he asked, placing the cartoon on the shelf and grabbing the new "Nature Trail to Hell" canister. The boy spun around, his gentle smirk now a feel blown smile. "Would you like that?" Rob asked. Johnny nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright," Rob said, "Of course you know, this means you can't purchase tickets anymore." Johnny tilted his head slightly in confusion. "Well, employees get free admission, don't they?" he joked, "Come on, I'll walk you out." The two walked down the stairs, Johnny seemingly bouncing with an extra spring in his step. As they reached the lobby an alarm on Johnny's watch begins to beep.

"I have to go!" Johnny shouts.

Rob chuckles, "Alright, kiddo. I will see you next week. Be safe."

"Thank you," the boy responds through the closing door behind him.

As Rob watches him head home he looks up at the descending sun in the distance.

"Guess I better grab those lights," he says, walking to the breaker in the box office.

Over the following weeks Robert enjoyed having Johnny join him in the booth, and the change in daylight seemed to bring a few more guests at the matinees. Unfortunately, it also meant Johnny's new alarm would force him to leave before many of the conclusions of the Tuesday movies. Rob tried to ask what the alarm was for since he had never needed it before. "I have to go," Johnny would reply calmly, gathering his blue jacket and yellow backpack just before stopping at the door to give his customary thanks.

The new routine continued on. Johnny helped more around the theater, set up the reels that he could reach, dimmed the house lights, and next week Robert had promised to show him how to run a batch of popcorn.

Today's lesson was trash.

"I do a run during each night's showing," Robert says hoisting a bag from the trashcan, "We can't let the bin get full or else the popcorn buckets stick out and spill on the floor." Johnny nods and ties his trash bag, hoisting it over his shoulder like a tiny rubbish-collecting Santa. They return to the lobby from dropping the bags in the dumpster when Mr. Cummings glances at the clock.

"Alright, ten more minutes to showtime, why don't you go wash your hands and start prepping the reel?" Rob asks, "I will close the booth and be up in a second." Johnny obliges and heads for the bathroom while Robert locks the till in the safe under the counter. He affixes his temporary closing sign and pulls down on the shutter.

The shutter slams to a halt halfway down as a hand cups the door. Confused, Rob raises the slide to find a teenage Blake, 17, dressed in a letterman jacket. Standing behind him are his three friends, Lanky Scott in aviator sunglasses, Oafish Josh a perpetual misunderstanding of common knowledge painted on his face, and Blake's trophy of the week Brittany, dressed in three shirts but still managing to show off her cleavage.

"Four please," says Blake, Scott and Josh fumbling behind him like impatient children waiting for their parents at the grocery store.

"Yeah, four please!" laughs Scott giving Josh a slight shove. Josh retaliates slapping the sunglasses from the gangly kid's face, telling him to shut up and threatening further violence if he doesn't stop laughing. This is all to the enjoyment of their airhead sister in arms.

"All of you shut up!" Blake shouts, eyes fixed on Mr. Cummings, "Are you deaf old man? We wanna see a movie."

"The evening showing don't start for another few hours. Come back then," Rob responds, continuing to pull the shutter. It slams to a halt again, this time ascending as the now angry kid pushes up.

"We wanna see this movie," Blake snaps back.

Robert pleads, "Look, guys, I don't want any trouble, okay?"

"Trouble?" Josh asks mockingly, "Who said anything about trouble? We just want to see a movie, right Blake?"

"That's right, Josh," says Blake, whose parents no doubt owned a car dealership. He kept his stare trained at Robert, drumming up as much intimidation as he could. Robert laughed it off.

"Okay, Danny Zuko, take it down a notch," Robert retorts shaking his head, "That'll be Ten dollars." Blake slams a ten dollar bill on the counter and grabs the tickets in annoyance. He turns and hands the pieces of paper to his cohorts as Robert succeeds in closing the shutter. He locks the box office and follows the group of teens to the lobby.

He checks his watch and sees it is time to start the opening messages. Dropping the keys in his pocket he puts his left foot on the stairs.

"Excuse me!" comes a female voice from in front of the concession counter. Robert stops, turning to find the group impatiently waiting for service. He drops his head and sighs, crossing through the lobby to take their order. They each run through a list of items, laughing and stalling and embodying everything that he had grown to hate about the modern theater goer. This is the 90's, haven't we been going to the movies long enough to know how to act? You don't show up at showtime, you don't decide what to eat at the counter. If you know you want popcorn, you allow for time and you study the menu ahead of time. If these pain in the ass kids are any more late, Johnny isn't going to see even half of the movie.

Oh no, Johnny. He is still in the booth waiting for him.

"Okay guys, let's wrap this up, I have a movie to start," Robert snaps.

The teens all laugh and take their spoils, kicking open the theater doors as Blake drops a twenty on the counter, eyes still doing the same song and dance as before, fixed to his prey like a carnivorous beast. What a prick.

Robert drops his change on the counter and locks the register, breezing past him and Brittany ascending to the booth. Rob could feel his eyes on him as he walked up the stairs to the booth. "Let's sit in the balcony," Brittany whines as Robert cracks open the door and sees Johnny patiently waiting by Gilda.

"Sorry, buddy. Let's load this thing up," Mr. Cummings apologizes, watching Johnny load up the reel. The kid is a natural. He takes care to thread the film quickly, making sure there are no twists or pinching on the track. It takes less than two minutes and Rob flicks the switch. Johnny climbs up his stool and rests his elbows on the window sill as the opening credits to "See You Next Wednesday" creep across the screen.

Robert sits on the other side of the projector, keeping an eye trained on Blake and Brittany in the balcony below, occasionally glancing over to make sure Johnny was focused on the picture and not on the teens snogging six feet away.

Things were relatively quiet for the first twenty minutes. The couple necking in silence, the other two goons he assumes doing the same. Then he sees it. Tiny flecks of shadow pelting the screen. Popcorn.

"Ugh, wait here. I am gonna toss these kids on their ass," he grunts.

By the time he reaches the bottom floor he finds the thugs named Scott and Josh throwing popcorn by the handful at the screen. "Both of you, out. NOW," he barks. Scott cackles as Josh launches another handful.

"Go back upstairs, man," the brute says, stuffing his face with popcorn before rocketing the remainder at the movie. His feet are resting atop the seats in front of him, the dirt from his shoes crumbling onto the red fabric. Robert shoves his feet to the ground and Scott lets out another wail of laughter. What the hell is so godamned funny?

Josh launches from his seat with an almost supernatural quickness. "What is your problem, old man?" he roars.

"First of all, you need a new line. Secondly, you and your Hyena partner need to get the hell out of my theater!" snaps Rob, his right hand balling to a fist at his side. He has only had to toss two people out of his theater. The first was a drunk Arthur Polley, who had one celebrated his retirement just a bit too much before wandering into a screening of Close Encounters. The second he had to discreetly eject the pastor's son for "discovering himself" during a Friday the 13th sequel. This was bit more confrontation than he had experienced.

"Look man, just leave us alone and my buddy doesn't have to take your head off, okay?" Scott interjects, somehow still giggling.

Robert has had enough, "Look you little shit I --"

WOOMF

A flash of light explodes in Roberts brain as all the air is sucked from his body. He looks down to find Josh's fist placed firmly against his abdomen. He falls to the ground, gasping for air. Josh unfolds his fist to high five Scott, the two celebrating their violence like the Hitler youth that they were. Robert almost swears he tastes blood when a sound faintly echoes behind him.

"SHHHH!"

Josh turns to find the boy standing at the edge of the row, his left hand clutching the collar of Robert's shirt, the right balled into a fist and raised in the air. Johnny put his finger to his lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. He pushed Robert to the ground and moved towards the boy. "What did you just say you little shit?"

"Johnny, run home!" Robert yelled as Josh shoves the boy into the darkened row, jujubees flying in the air.

"You shut your mouth, old man!" Josh yells, "I'm not done with you!"

"You assholes better keep it down or I am coming down there!" Blake shouts, mid sucking-face with Brittany.

Scott laughs as Josh heads back to finish Robert off. "You should have minded your own business, man!" Josh suggests grabbing Mr. Cummings by the collar and unleashing a round of fists across his face. The two work him over as the movie plays on. They are so preoccupied in their violent glee they don't hear the faint beeping of a watch alarm grow louder behind them.

That is until the beeping is drowned out by a deep guttural growl. Scott notices it first as his laughing turns to fumbling pleas for his friend to turn around.

"Scotty! Shut the hell up or I am gonna kick your ass too!" Josh manages to scream before seeing Scott pointing, "What the hell are you pointing at?" Josh barely turns when a monstrous arm with jagged claws flies out of the darkness and rips a chunk of his trachea from his throat. He clings to Roberts collar as blood gurgles out of his neck like a blender running without a lid. Josh looks towards his attacker as the massive arm backhands him towards the lobby doors with tremendous force. The violent teen crashes down the aisle. He pins the door shut, drowning on his own blood, shattered ribs sticking out of him like a pincushion. The raw energy behind the blow doesn't permit Josh a chance to release Robert's collar, so the man is drug along with him, head cracking on the armrest of a chair in the row directly behind where they once stood.

Below, Scott struggles for air as two glowing red eyes focus their stare on him from the darkness. The eyes are eight feet off the ground, dug into a massive skull seemingly covered in fur. Amidst the flashes of the black and white film he can make out yellowed teeth... fangs, almost. He fails to make a sound, his fear robbing him of any ability to draw a breath. He takes a step backwards, slipping on his discarded beer bottle and tumbling backwards.

In a flash of white the world goes numb as the back of his head rockets towards the concrete floor. His hair grows wet with blood, and in that brief moment he isn't sure if it is his own or the river that is beginning to flow from his friend neck, three rows back. He raises his head to get a better look at the beast that murdered Josh but finds nothing. He breathes a slight sigh of relief in his confused state but is forced to lower his head back when the numbness turns to sharp pain. He winces and sucks air as he grits his teeth. A drop of liquid hits his face as he lie on the ground. He wipes it away expecting more blood, but when he opens his eyes he is face to face with the monster towering over him. He manages a blood curdling scream as the massive jaws of the beast snap onto his face and rends the flesh from his skull.

In the balcony above Blake shouts in frustration, "That's it, I am gonna kill them."

Brittany pops up from his lap. "Oh, relax, they are probably just pumping each other in the back row. Don't lose your head over it." she says. He smiles as the movie plays on, both of them oblivious to the carnage that unfolded below. "Besides, you have other things to worry about," she says as she unbuttons her pants. He widens his grin and readies his move when something explodes into the seats next to them.

"JESUS CHRIST!" He exclaims while Brittany let's out a blood-curdling scream. He stands to his feet and looks at the sinewy husk that was hurled at them. Flipping it over he finds Scott's mangled corpse, his head held on by a mere tendon. Giant gashes on his shoulder reveal ghostly white bone underneath and blood-soaked popcorn filters through the exposed and shredded intestine glopping onto the floor.

Blake begins to retch and leans over the railing to vomit. Brittany starts sobbing and begging for Blake to help. "Alright! ALRIGHT! CALM DOWN!" He screams as spits the taste of bile from his mouth, "We gotta get out of here." He extends his hand when the creature below bursts over the edge of the balcony and crashed in between them.

The light of the projection booth casts an eerie glow on the brute. Fur covers his massive body, arms like a man, and feet like a hound from the depths of hell, like an 8 foot wolf standing on two legs. Its gargantuan head full of razor-sharp fangs resting upon a muscular neck as thick as a wine barrel. The wispy strands of hair on the tips of the beast's pointed ears jutted out as if fleeing the horror itself. It let out a deep guttural growl as it shot its blood colored eyes to Blake.

"Blake! HELP ME!" Brittany shouts. Blake turns and bolts for the stairs. Brittany tries to make an escape herself but is stopped when the wolf wraps his huge claw on top of her head as pitcher grasps a baseball. It raises her high into the air, digging the claws deep under her jaw as her screams are muffled by fur and leftover viscera. Brittany is carried over the railing high above the seats beneath them.

As Blake starts his descent down the staircase he hears a wet crunch as the monster crushes her skull like an uncooked egg, brain matter dripping between its talons and splashing onto the concrete. The behemoth let's out a mournful howl and releases the withered sheath of Brittany's head and lets her lifeless corpse hit the chairs below with a liquid splat.

Blake reaches the first floor and heads to the lobby doors, discovering Josh's lifeless body inches deep pool of crimson blood. He frantically grabs at the door, pulling with all of his strength, but the corpse at his feet will not give way. Behind him, the hound pounces to the aisle behind him and lashes at him, ripping strips of flesh from his back. Blake spins with the force of the claws and faces a door marked "Employees Only."

He struggles to get his footing and bursts into a long hallway of brick, an Exit sign flashing at the end of the corridor. In the theater he can hear the wolf letting out another howl, this one more vengeful than the last. Blake hits the wall at the end of of the hallway and turns left, running full force as he peers behind him to look for a creature that isn't there. He turns his head forward far too late and cracks his skull on a support beam, stumbling backwards to the floor. Blake regains his composure as fast as he can and blinks away the pain as he surveys the support beams in front of him. He follows the beam from the back wall to the opposite end where it holds up a frame for the movie screen. The math takes a few seconds to complete before Blake realizes where he is. The film switched from night to day and the canvas of the movie screen is all that stands between him and the silhouette of the murderous demon in front of him.

In an instant he turns, feeling a sharp pain, and then nothing. Time stops. Sound goes silent. Not flipping of the projector, no soundtrack of the movie, no police sirens from a passing firetruck. And then, after just a few moments, he hears it. A faint, distant thumping growing closer and closer, louder and louder. He opens his eyes to see brick and a spray of blood on the wall in front of him. As the light around his eyes starts to vignette ever further towards darkness, his head slowly drops where he discovers his own heart is now clutched in the wolf's hand. The darkness cascades just in time for him to see his own heart squished like a soggy grape.

Blake slides forward, smacking face first towards the ground. The monster rips his arm from the hole in the screen, releasing the deflated heart as it spins. The organ splatters into the wall above the projector booth. It closes its fiery red eyes and cries to the heavens with a deafening howl, every fiber of its rage-induced mass producing a sound that would wake the dead.

The beast calms itself and opens its eyes to find Robert, holding his head, sitting in a seat soaked in blood. He says nothing as the beast locks eyes with him. The movie above, now over, is reeling through the final frames, flashing colors on the screen in between a strobe of darkness. Suddenly the reel is finished and the white light of the lamp is all that is peering from the projection booth bathing the room in a soft angelic glow and spotlighting where once stood hulking hound from hell.

Robert can't believe his eyes. He follows the figure from the screen, never taking his eyes off of it, even to blink. His heart pounds as it draws nearer, and his ears are on fire when suddenly the entity is standing two feet from him, transforming with every step, every flash of white from the looping film strip flapping against the light.

It starts to get... smaller, less menacing. What was once a vicious snarling stygian hound is condensing itself into something more familiar to him.

Not a beast. Not a wolf.

Little Johnny Talbot.

Dressed in his school clothes, bright blue jacket, yellow backpack. Johnny looks down, picks up his jujubees in his right hand and looks at Robert with a soft smile.

"Thank you," he says calmly.

Robert, breathing heavily, can say nothing. Johnny doesn't seem to mind and walks to the exit. Above it all, the projector shines on, the angelic white glow turning into a deep liquid red as a curtain of blood cascades down the window of the projection booth.

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